46 10 639 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/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/f44b25d9d492d10fc39caf1a854d2cae.jpg a7924a5beae3994a4357a6682008c2de 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 3248 Width 1890 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title-page of a young woman wearing a hat, dress, and shawl standing before a gate. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/4cec8e3c61b88d1f389d79bba316ad05.pdf 34d6a37f0dc0fc4e6817b0b26a9f331c PDF Text Text FIVE Favourite Songs —p rr >? K A T E KEARNEY, A SOLDIER'S SONG. PATIE'S WEDDING. THE LASS OF GOWRIE, YOUNG WILLIAM. GLASGOW: F E I N T ^ FOR THE WQ&SELh}ffi& 43. �ST/II SONGS. ir(y(fiA3X ai'A/i oMoa B'hmalioz A SOLDIER'S SONG. • !ua:gw , ; How Stands the glass around, For shame you take no care, my hoy% How stands the glass around, Let mirth and wipe abound, The trumpets sound, The colours they are flying, boys. To fight, kill, or wound, May we still be found, Content with our hard fate, my boys, On the cold ground, Why, soldiers, why, Whose business tistodie! What sighing fie, Damn fear, drink on, be jolly, boys, 'Tis he, you or I, Cold, hot wet, or dry, Are always bound to follow, boys. And scorn to fly, 'Tis but in vain, I mean not to upbraid ye, boys; 'Tis but in vain. For soldiers to complain,. Should next campaign Bond its to him who made its boy& M �3 We're free from pain; But if we remain, A bottle and kind landlady Cure all again. KATE KEARNEY. O did you not hear of Kate Kearnj ? She lives on the banks of Killarney: From the glance of her eye, shun danger and fl/f For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney. For that eye is so modestly beaming, You'd ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming, Yet, oh! I can't tell how fatal's the spell That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney, v _ / " ' " ' ' . ; \ ^ " £ Oh, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Killarney, Beware of her smile, for many a wile Lies hid in the bosom of Kate Kearney. Though she looks so bewitchingly simple, There's mischief in every dimple, And who dare inhale her mouth's spicy gale, Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. Y" 1 ' ' P A T I E ' S WEDDING. As Patie cam* up frae the glen, Driving his wethers before him, He met bonny Meg ganging liame, Her beauty was like for to smoor him. �0 dinna ye ken, beanie Mfcg* I etfsW That you and I s gamitfco be maniiiad ? X rather had broken any leg, • *• ''•.•* A . Before such a bargain miscarried. Na, Patie, 0 ilia's teWd tfeat ? I think that of n^w^they ye b^eii^aasj^^ That I should he married-so soon, Or yet should ha'e been sae yaxml}\ 1 Winn a'- w married.the year, Suppose 1 were courted by twenty ; »Sae Patie, ye needna ma/ir spier, For weel I wat I dinna want ye. Now 'Kfaggie, what makes ye sae sweert, Is it because that I ,U^na a m&ilin? The lad that has plenty o' gear Need-rietfer want a liauf or a hale ana My dad hasago^d grey.i)i,are, And yours lias twa cows and a lilly. And that will be plenty of gear, Sae Maggie, be nae sae ill-willy. Indeed, Patie, I dinna ken, But first ye maun spier at my daddy, You are as well born as Ben, And I oaM&Uiy but i am reaMv ; There is plentyof yarn,i^^JjUQ^ To make me a. coat and a j w p y ; And plaide^ e n e i i g h ^ G i f j c get it, I shanna scrimp ye. B �Now, fare ye weel, my bonny Meg, I'se W a weo smacky fa' on yen ; May my neck be as lang as my leg f ; . ^ 4fV If I be an ill hii%nd unto you. Sae gang ypixr way ham6 e now, ' ~ Mak' ready this day fifteen days, And tell your father the news That I'll be his son in great kindness. Hi ffi ... .. 1 tlU )V I Then Maggie as bly.the as a wren After a blast o* ill weather, Gaed a' the haj^ gate singing hame, To tell the glad news to her (father., But ay the auld man said to her, • Ye'11 no be in this mind till Monday ^ 0 never you mind, quo' Maggie, For I got a kiss, to the bounty, ,ow bxiB t iiiodrfQion Itoos Ik oT It was nae lang after that, Wha came to our bigging but Patie, Weel drest in a braw new coat, . Jmd wow but lie f o u g h t himself pretty, His "bannet was little fr$e new, In i t was a laop and a flitty, , "; To tie in a ribbon sae blue, To bab at the neck o' his coatv, 1 a Iml .ihufoid* .bV^Y?. * nh f*7/?! Then Patie caane in with a Said,'peace be here to the bigging, You re welcome, quo' Willi am. come1 ben. Or I wish5 it may rive frae the ^iggiiigf Now draw in your seat and sit down, , And tell-us a^ydiir riews in a hurry ; : �6 And haste ye Meg, and be done, And hing on the* pan wi' the berry. Quoth Fatie, my news is nae thrang, Yestreen I was wi' his honour, Fve ta'en three rigs o' braw land, And ha'e bound myself under a bonnar. And now my errant to you, Is for Maggie to help me to labour, I think you maun gi'es the best cow, Because that our biddins but sober. Well now, for to help you through, Fll be M the cost o' the bridal, 111 cut the craig of the ewe That had maist died of the side ill. And that'll be plenty of bree, Sae lang as our will is nae reisted, TQ all the good neighbours and we, j think we'll no be that ill feasted, Quoth Patie' 0 that'll do well, And I'll gi'e you your brose in the mornmg\ O kail that was made yestreen, For I like it best in the forenoon, Sae Tam the piper did play, And ilka ane danc'd that was willing ; And a' the lave they rank'd through, And they held the stoupy ay filling. The auld wives sat and they chow'd, And when that the carles grew nappy, They danc'd as weel as they dow'd, Wi' a crack o' their thumbs and a kappie. �7d The lad that wore the white band, tfdT I think they caVl him Jamie Mather, And he took the brWe h j the handr v And cried to play up Maggy L'awderA .maijIHTozuoy THE LASS Q' GOWRIE. )Y Twas on a simmer s afternoon, d) -nlT A wee before the sun gaed down, My lassie wi' a braw new gown Came o'er the hills to Gowrie. H .bnitlod jlal ed oiijsL 'iori The rose-bud tingVI with morning showers* Bloom'd fresh within the sunny bowers, But Kitty was the fairest flower i() That ever bloom'd in Gowrie. 'gnoi oa vorii jiohanq edT I had nae thought to dae her' wrang, But round her ne9k my arms I fla^g, And said, My lassie, will ye gang, ? To view the Carse o' Gowrie ? \< \i H J <L> J L JjooJ* '§n3to 'jfh 'io't labnei 9ilT 111 tak' ye to my father's ha*, ; f In yon green field- beside the shaw, And mak' ye lady o' them a', The brawest od? { ,in Gowrie. wife >!ooi.f> uJj/o'ii i).»iA • Soft kisses on her cheek I laid, The blush upon lier cheek soon spread, She whisper'd modestly, arid said, 4 I'll gang wi' you to G6#rie. �The auld folk s&on gi tbiw consent^ So? to . Mess John we quickly went,, Wha tied us . to our heaift^ con tout,. And now she's tady Gowrie! YOUNG WILLIAM. Young William was a seamair tiAie, The darfijag of our bonny ereW! k -r« For blythe was h%l and kind; ./. For thfwghvw iag^wf lubber ; ; Right, loth he was to; go to-sea* ; For Jane he left behind. And Jemiy lovM, lint; all by- stealth, Rer father hadmueh store of wmJtii, Of Will fie would not hear; A M Till criel change atdengtb reveaM' The passion they so long conceal'd, And William tet his 4?&r. , A friendly voice poor A ruffian gang the youth assai Pd» 'Twa^ cfoiifr by cursed gold ; The tender for the offing stood. The cutte^ikimi#Vl tjie yieldjn^f They cateh^hi^ihth& hold,; She, troubled wqlks the be&qU in haste, And troubl'd look'd the waste, And by, the jio^f jng, w^xe.; jx ^corpsp was warfiM, upon >rFwa$ William, and >vit|i £,c&rs thajv^ore Two loyers to the. graye, "it * � 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 062: Title-page illustration of a young woman wearing a hat, dress, and shawl standing before a gate. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Five Favourite Songs. Kate Kearney. A Soldier's Song. Patie's Wedding. The Lass of Gowrie. Young William. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923314953505154">s0427b19</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Kate Kearney. A Soldier's Song. Patie's Wedding. The Lass of Gowrie. Young William. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-1850] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource 43 printed at the bottom of the title-page. Woodcut #62: Illustration on title-page of a young woman wearing a hat, dress, and shawl standing before a gate. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival & 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> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: gate Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: woman/women Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/41c49ba69b6a90664b8787c236b4f8e7.jpg cf2ae9affc851472aae667f8936ae911 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 2835 Width 1890 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8f60178a7917f957a90b02bed6f0a03b.pdf b2ff43afbe3a7950c675584bac6fff49 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Five Popular Songs. There came to the beach. Jim Crows trip to Greenwich. My mither ment my auld breeks. Lash to the helm. Braes o birniebouzle. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923315073505154">s0427b21</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. There came to the beach. Jim Crows trip to Greenwich. My mither ment my auld breeks. Lash to the helm. Braes o birniebouzle. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [ca. 1835?] per National Library of Scotland Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/52266565742ebe5ba8c151fc2b41a89d.pdf 4add8231fbb6858f22983c7a3cbf6d7b https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/016a4cb7414ad562d72d56f7b322a9f9.jpg 4df530c3be238f22a3ee04a78b9bdbf7 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 3002 Width 1891 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Five Popular Songs; Viz. A Light Heart and a Thin pair of Breeches. Scotland Yet, The Braes of Busbie. The Wee Bird's sang. and Sweet Home. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923315083505154">s0427b22</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow 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 Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Viz A light heart and a thin pair of breeches Scotland yet, the Braes of Busbie The wee bird's sand Sweet home Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1820? Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b80e8498180005a13a5bcc60195428d5.jpg 861eba5521c845a323ec2cbc398facc4 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 1960 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/87ce6bea0492876f6c73d0b71dc874f2.pdf c252620b3317792b0a554d527531db08 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 Famous History of the Two Unfortunate Lovers, Hero and Leander. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923312333505154">s0453b36</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-1850?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a man with a sword on the title-page. 65 is printed at the bottom 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 Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 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 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/dd4714b1ad4d2ecfee71a060b4dbcddf.pdf 7b26ae6d5ba2283ad6f53cff4b09a4da PDF Text Text Fair Margaret of Craignargat: OR, THE Indulgent Mother and disobedient Daughter. TO WHICH ARE ADDED, My GODDESS, or, My DEVIL. AND LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. Printed by J. andM.Robertson,Saltmarket, 1802. �2 FAIR F AIR Margaret of Craignargat, was the flower of a' her kin, Andshehas fallen in love with a false young man, her ruin to begin. T h e more she lov'd, the more it prov'd her fatal destiny : And he that sought her overthrow, shar'd of her misery. Before that Lady she was born, her Mother as we find, She dream'd she had a fair Daughter, that was both dumb and blind. But as she sat in her bow'r door, a viewing of her charms, There came a raven from the south, and pluck'd her from her arms. Three times on end she dream'd this dream, which troubled sore her mind, That from that very night and hour, she could no comfort find. Now she has sent for a wise woman, liv'd nigh unto the Port, Who being call'd instantly came that Lady to comfort. MARGARET O �( 3 ) To her she told her dreary dream, with salt tears in her eye. hoping that she would read the same, her mind to satisfy. Set not your trust in children young, whate'er their fortune be, And if I tell what shall befal, lay not the blame on me. The Raven which you dreamed of, he is a false young man, With subtile heart and flattering tongue, your Daughter to trapan. Both night and day, 'to you I pray, for to be on your guard, For many are the subtile wyles, by which youth are ensnar'd. When she had read the dreary dream, it vex'd her more and more, For Craignargat of birth and state, liv'd nigh unto the shore. But as in age her Daughter wax'd, her beauty did excel All the Ladies far and near, that in the land did dwell. The Gordon, Hey, and brave Agnew, three Knights of high degree, Unto the Lady a courting came, all for her fair beauty. �( 4 ) Which of these men they ask'd her then, that should her husband be ! But scornfully she did reply, I'll wed none of the three. Since it is so, where shall we go That is so fair and beautiful that none can suit thy mind. With scorn and pride she answer made, you'll ne'er choose one for me, Nor will I wed against my mind, for all their high degree. The brave Agnew whose heart was true, a solemn vow did make. Never to love a woman more, all for that Lady's sake. Which griev'd her tender parents dear, to judgement she was blind ; T o counsel this Lady was deaf, and troubled sore their mind. From the Isle of Man a Courter came, and a false young man was he. With subtile heart and flattering tongue, to court that fair Lady. This young man was a bold out-law, a robber and a thief. But soon he gain'd that Lady's heart, which caused all that grief. a �( 5 ) O will you wed, her Mother said, a man you do not know, For to break your Parent's heart, withsorrow,grief, and woe ! Yes, I will go with him, she faid, either by land or sea, For he's the man I've pitched on my husband for to be. O let her go, her Father said, for she shall have her will ; My Curse and Mallison she's get, for to pursue her still. Your Curse, Father, I don't regard, your Blessing I'll ne'er crave; T o the man I love I'll faithful prove, and never him deceive. On board with him fair Marg'ret's gone, in hopes his bride to be ; But mark you well and I shall tell, of their sad destiny. They had not sail'd a league but five, till the s t o r m began to rise ; The swelling seas ran mountains high, and dismal were the skies. In deep despair, that Lady fair, for help aloud she cries, Whilst crystal tears like fountains ran down from her lovely eyes. �Oh ! I have got my Father's Curse, ray pride for to subdue ; With sorrows great my heart will break, alas! what shall I do? O were I at my Father's house, his Blessing to receive, Then on my bended knees I'd fall, his pardon for to crave. To aid my grief, there's no relief to speak it is in vain Likewise my loving Parents dear, I ne'er shall see again. ; ; The winds and waves did both conspire, their lives for to devour, That gallant ship that night was lost, and never was seen more. When tidings to Craignargat came, of their sad overthrow. It grieved her tender Parents' heart, afresh began their woe. Of the dreary dream that she had seen, and often thought upon O fatal news her Mother cries, my darling she is gone. O fair Margaret I little thought, the seas would be thy grave, When first thou left thy Father's house, without thy Parents' leave. ; �( 7 ) May this tragedy a warning be, to children while they live, That they may love their parents dear, their blessings to receive. M Y G O D D E S S , OR, M Y D E V I L . A H ! bright Belinda, hither fly, and such a light discover, As may the absent sun supply, and cheer the drooping lover. Arise, my day, with speed arise, and all my sorrows banish : Before the sun of thy bright eyes, all gloomy terrors vanish. No longer let mes i g hin vain, and curse the hoarded treasure: Why should you love to give us pain, when you were made for pleasure ! The petty powers of hell destroy; to save's the pride of heaven : To you the first, if you prove coy ; if kind, the last is given. The choice then sure's not hard to make, betwixt a good and evil: Which title had you rather take, myGoddess,or,myDevil? �( LOVE 8 ) AND F R I E N D S H I P . L E A V E off your foolish pratting, Talk no more of Whig and Tory, But drink your glass round let it pass, The bottle stands before ye, Fill it up to the top, Let the night with mirth be crown'd, Drink about, see it out, Love and friendship still go round. If claret be a blessing, This night devote to pleasure; Let worldly cares, andstateaffairs, Be thought on at more leisure ; Fill it up to the top, Let the night with joy be crown'd, Drink about, see it out Love and friendshipstillgo round. If any is so zealous, To be a party-minion, Let him drink like me, we'll soon agree, And be of one opinion : Fill your glass, name your lass, See her health go sweetly round, Drink about, see it out, Let the night with joy be crown'd. GLASGOW, Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/39601b03e1251b1758779bee2608fc2d.jpg ad110a2363ed96387550d61bbea1663d 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 3245 Width 1891 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 Fair Margaret of Craignargat: or, The Indulgent Mother and Disobedient Daughter. To which are added, My Goddess, or, My Devil. and Love and Friendship. 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/alma9923311613505154">s0440b09</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Indulgent Mother and Disobedient Daughter My Goddess My Devil Love and Friendship Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource woodcut image of portrait of a fashionable woman on t.p. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 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/b2aba741e2bc86469679c861f268f5ee.pdf 3f501d61fa3f95d33f45ae6f47ddfd19 PDF Text Text THE Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn; TO WHICH ARE ADDED, She lives in the Valley below, THE STAR OF THE The Mill, ON EAST, Mill, O, FRIENDSHIP. GLASGOW: Printed for the Booksellers. 1828. �E W I E WI' T H E CROOKED HORN. O were I able to rehearse, My ewie's praise in proper verse, I'd sound it baith as loud and fierce, As ever piper's drone could blaw. T h e ewie wi' the crooked horn, Weel deserves baith girse and corn, Sic a ewie ne'er was born, Hereabout nor far awa. I neither needed tar nor keel, T o mark her upon hip or heel, H e r crooked horn did as weel T o ken her by amang them a'. She never threaten'd scab nor rot, But keepit ay her ain jog trot, Baith to the fauld and to the cot, W a s never sweer to lead or ca'. Cauld nor hunger never dang her, W i n d nor rain could never wrang her, Ance she lay a ouk and langer, Furth aneath a wreath of snaw. W h e n ither ewies lap the dyke, And ate the kail, for a' the tyke, My ewie never did the like, But toss'd about the barn wa'. �3 A better nor a thriftier beast, Nae honest man could weel hae wist, For, silly thing, she never mist T o hae ilk year a lamb or twa. The first she had I gae to Jock, T o be to him a kind of stock, And now the laddie has a flock Of mair than thirty head ava. I looked aye at e'ening for her, Lest mishanter should come o'er her, Or the fumart would devour her, If the beastie bade awa. Yet last ouk for a' my keeping, W h a can speak it without weeping, A villain cam when I was sleeping, Aud staw my ewie, horn and a'. I sought her sair upon the morn, And down beneath a bush o' thorn I fand my ewie's crooked horn, But my ewie was awa. But gin I had the loon that did it, I hae sworn asw e e las said it, Though a' t h e warld should forbid it, I wad gie his neck a thraw. I never met wi sic a turn As this since ever I was born, My ewie wi' the crooked horn, Silly ewie stown awa. �4 O had she died o' As ewies do when I t wadna been by Sae sair a heart crook or cauld, they are auld, ,ony fauld, to ane o's a'. For a' the claith that we hae worn, Frae her and her's sae aften shorn, T h e loss o' her I could hae borne, H a d fair strae death taen her awa. But thus poor thing to lose her life, Aneath a greedy villain's knife, I'm really fear'd that our gudewife, Shall never win about ava. O all ye bards beneath Kinghorn, Call your muses up and mourn, Our ewie wi the crooked horn, Is stown frae us and felled an a'. SHE L I V E S I N T H E V A L L E Y B E L O W . T h e broom bloomed so fresh and so fair, T h e lambkins were sporting around, W h e n I wandered to breathe the fresh air, And by chance a rich treasure I found, A lass s a t beneath a green shade, For whose smiles the world I'll forego; As blooming as May was the maid, And she lives in the valley, she lives in the valley, the valley below. �5 H e r song struck my ears with surprise, H e r voice like the nightingale sweet, But love took his seat in her eyes, There beauty and innocence meet: From that moment my heart was her own, For her every wish I'd forego, She's beauteous as roses just blown, And she lives in the valley below. My cottage with woodbine o'ergrown, T h e sweet turtle dove cooing round, My flocks and my herds are my own, My pastures with hawthorn are bound. All my riches I'll lay at her feet, If her heart in return she'll bestow, For no pastime can cheer my retreat, While she lives in the valley below. T H E STAR OF T H E EAST. Of late you have heard of two lovers, T h a t lived near yon castle so high ; To the greenwoods they oftimes resorted, While the owl from the forest did cry. W h e n he gazed on the blooming young creature, Her beauteous enchanting eyes, Evinced her heart it was captured By one that soon did her despise. They ranged the woods with great pleasure; Their weary limbs oft did repose; A large spreading oak was their covert, 'Twas there they their minds did disclose. �6 He told her, her worth was so precious, That he never could her deceive, Enraptured with love she exclaimed, If you do my death on you I'll leave. T h e rays of her pleasure shone brighter, Than the beams from the sun from on high, But a dark dismal cloud soon appeared, Proclaiming her ruin was nigh. A breeze from that ocean of falsehood, Did poison her pleasure with woe, Till the heart of this young blooming creature, With sorrow was made for to flow. Unmoved with the groans that she uttered H e wantonly to her did say, For marriage I am not disposed, Then homeward he set on his way. She cried, remember your promise, For you know unto you I'm with child, Aspiring for one that was greater, T h e Star of the East he beguiled. Distracted she ran through the woodlands, Her bosom still heaving with pain ; No answer was made to her sighing, But the rocks that re-echoed again Soon death's icy drops hang suspended, On the brow of this beauty betrayed, T o those boisterous waves she's now bended, ln death's robes she now is arrayed. W h e n I visit the tomb of this lassie, Some spirit it whispers to me, A victim to Love lies here buried, Where youth bloomed in every eye. �7 N o more by yon castle she wanders, T o love she is no more a slave, Bereaved of all earthly comforts, She mouldering now lies in her grave. T H E M I L L , M I L L , O. Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid, W a s sleeping sound and still, O ; A ' lowan wi' love, my fancy did rove, Around her wi' good will, O. Her bosom I prest, but sunk in her rest, she stirr'd na my joy to spill, O : While kindly she slept close to her I crept; A n d kiss'd, and kiss'd her my fill, O. Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land, T' employ my courage and skill, O, Frae her quietly I staw, hoist sails and awa, For the wind blew fair on the billow. Twa years brought me hame, whar loud raising fame Tauld me, wi' a voice right shrill, O, My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool, Nor kend wha had done her the ill, O. Mair fond o' her charms, wi' my son in her arms, I ferlying spier'd how she fell, O , W i ' the tear in her ee, quo' she, let me die, Sweet Sir, gin I can tell, O But love gave command, I took her by the hand, A n d bade a' her fears dispel, O , A n d nae mair look wan, for I was the man, Wha had done her the deed mysel, O. �8 My bonny sweet lass, on the gowany grass, Beneath the shilling Hill, O, If I did offence, I'se mak ye amends, Before I leave Peggy's mill, O. O the mill mill O, and the kill kill O, And the coggin o' the wheel, O, The sack and the sieve, a' that ye maun leave, A n d round wi' a sodger reel, O. ON F R I E N D S H I P . The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, A n d friendship's a jewel we seldom can meet, H o w strange does it seem that in searching around, That source of content is so rare to be found! O Friendship ! thou balm and rich sweet'ner of life, Kind parent of ease, and composer of strife; Without thee, alas ! what are riches and pow'r, But empty delusion, the joys of an hour. How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend, On whom we may always with safety depend; Our joys when extended will always increase, A n d griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace. When fortune is smiling what crowds will appear, Their kindness to offer, and friendship sincere ; Yet change but the prospect and point out distress, N o longer to court you they eagerly press. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8edbd2339f839ad5ec576c132f0cba14.jpg 31cec18513b91fc1c22ba1d3c4453fa4 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3190 Width 2009 Document A resource containing textual data. 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Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8e22aa2e72f9186a51a2c295c7441a47.pdf 1b50487801753adf2747cf05eaf3f301 PDF Text Text LIBRARY OF FAIRY TALES. GLASGOW C A M E R O N AND & LONDON: F E R G U S O N . PRICE ONE P E N N Y . ��LIBRARY OF FAIRY TALES. THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. ��THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. HERE was a prince of Persia named Khosrousah, who, when he first came to his crown, in order to obtain a knowledge of the world, took great pleasure in night adventures. He often disguised himself, attended by a trusty m i n i s t e r , also disguised, and rambled through the whole city. One evening as he went through a street in that part of the town inhabited only by the meaner sort of people, he heard some people talking very loud: and going up close to the house from whence the noise came, and looking through a crack in the door, perceived a light, and three sisters sitting on a sofa conversing together after supper. By what the eldest said, he presently understood the subject of their discourse was "wishes," "for," said she, "since we have got upon wishes, mine shall be to have the sultan's baker for my husband; for then I shall eat my fill of that bread, which, by way of excellence is called the sultan's bread; let us see if your tastes are as good as mine." " For my part," replied the second sister, " I wish I was the sultan's chief cook's wife, for then I should eat of the most excellent ragouts, and as I am persuaded that the sultan's bread is common in the palace, I should not want any of that; therefore, you see, sister," addressing herself to her eldest sister, " I have a better taste than you,'' �4 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. Then the youngest sister, who was very beautiful, and had more charms and wit than the eldest two, spoke in her turn. " For my part, sisters," said she, " I shall not limit my desires to such trifles, but take a higher flight ; and since we are upon wishing, I wish to be the sultan's wife." The three sisters' wishes, particularly the youngest's, seemed so singular to the Sultan Khosrousah, that he resolved to gratify them in their desires ; and without communicating this his design to his grand vizier, he charged him only to take notice of the house, and bring the three sisters before him next day. �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 5 In the morning the grand vizier brought the three sisters to the palace and presented them to the sultan, who said to them, " Do you remember the wishes you made last night, when you were all in so pleasant a mood?" At these unexpected words the three sisters were very much confounded. They cast down their eyes and blushed, and the colour which rose in the cheeks of the youngest quite captivated the heart of the sultan. Modesty and fear lest they might have offended the sultan by their discourse, kept them silent. The sultan perceiving it, to encourage them, said, " Fear nothing, I did not send for you to distress you, and as I know myself the wish of each, I will relieve you from your fears. You," added he, " that wished to be my wife, you shall have your desire this day; and you," continued he, addressing himself to the eldest two sisters, " you shall also be married to my chief baker and cook." The nuptials were all celebrated that day, as the sultan had resolved, according to the quality and distinction of their husbands. The two elder sisters felt strongly the disproportion of their marriages to that of their younger sister. This consideration made them far from being content, though they were arrived at the utmost height of their wishes, and much beyond their hopes. They gave themselves up to an excess of jealousy which not only disturbed their joy, but was the cause of great troubles and afflictions to the sultaness, their younger sister. The two elder sisters allowed their jealousy to interfere so far, that before many months were over, they bore a violent hatred to their sister ; while she, instead of priding herself on her high position and becoming vain as many young ladies do in like circumstances, retained the same lively affection toward her sisters, and loved them as cordially as before. The two thus eaten up with jealousy and hatred, took good care to conceal their feelings, although meeting privately every day to concoct plans for their sister's downfall. After many meetings had been held and many plans discussed, they �6 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. finally settled upon one, whose accomplishment they forthwith set about. Entering their sister's chamber they begged of her that she would intercede with the sultan to permit them to attend upon her and the child which she was going to present to the sultan in a few days. The sultan readily granted their request, and they were duly installed as the sultaness's nurses. When the young prince was born, neither his innocence nor beauty were capable of moving the cruel hearts of the merciless sisters ; but, wrapping him carelessly up in a blanket, they put him into a basket, which they abandoned to the stream of a small canal which ran under the sultaness's apartment, and declared that no prince had been born, but a little dead dog, which they produced. In the meantime the basket in which the little prince was exposed was carried by the stream beyond a wall which bounded the prospect of the sultaness's apartment, and from thence floated with the current down the gardens. By chance the intendant of the sultan's garden was walking by the side of this canal, and perceiving a basket floating on it he drew it to the side, when to his great surprise he discovered a beautiful little boy lying in it. Carefully he lifted him up and carried him home, and upon entering his wife's apartment he exclaimed, " Wife, as we have no children of our own, God has sent us one." The intendant's wife received the child with great joy and took particular pleasure in the care of him. The year after, another prince was born, who was treated in the same manner as his brother; the sisters this time producing a dead cat in his place. Fortunately he was discovered in the same manner by the intendant, who carried him home to his wife. The third time, a princess was born who shared the like fate with her brothers, the sisters presenting a piece of wood to the sultan as his offspring at this time; and, as on the two former occasions, so on this, she providentially fell into the intendant's hands, who �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 7 �8 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. placed her in his wife's possession, beside her brothers, with a strict charge to take particular care of them, as he had a pretty good idea to whom they belonged. Meanwhile, the sultan who had been greatly grieved at the previous mishaps, was now fearfully enraged, and could no longer contain himself. He pronounced the sentence of death against the sultaness, but, at the grand vizier's intercession, he commuted the punishment to confinement. The poor sultaness, the victim of her sisters' unnatural hatred, was dragged from the palace, and, attired in the coarsest habit, was locked into an old wooden shed. The two princes and the princess were nursed and brought up by the intendant of the gardens and his wife with all the tenderness of a father and mother. When the proper time arrived, masters were provided to teach them to read and write. The rapidity of their progress was such that their masters were completely astounded, and after teachers from all places had been brought who taught them even the secret sciences, they drank in knowledge so quickly that their masters were compelled to grant that they could teach them no farther. The intendant was so overjoyed to find his adopted children so accomplished in body and mind, that he resolved to be at still greater expense. For this purpose he bought a large estate and a beautiful house in the country, and having obtained leave from the sultan, he retired to his new residence with his three adopted children, the Princes Bahman and Perviz, and the Princess Parizade. His wife had been dead some years, and he himself had not lived above six months with them before he was surprised with so sudden a death that he had not time to give them an account of their birth. One day while the two princes were hunting, and the princess remained at home, a religious old woman came to the gate, asking admittance. The princess took her in and gave her something to eat. Happening to ask �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 9 the old woman what she thought of the house, the woman replied that it was perfect, with the exception of three things. Being pressed by the princess to name them, she answered, " The first is the Speaking Bird, called Bulbulkezer, which is so singular a bird that it can draw all the singing birds in the neighbourhood round it. The second is the Singing Tree, the leaves of which are so many mouths which form a harmonious concert of different voices, and never cease. The third is the Yellow Water, of gold colour, a single drop of which, poured into a vessel properly prepared, increases and fills it immediately, and rises up in the middle like a fountain, which continually plays in it, and yet the basin never overflows." The princess was very anxious to discover where such wondrous things could be obtained, and would not let the old woman depart till she had informed her. Her brothers, when they returned in the evening, instead of meeting her at the door as usual, found her sitting where the old woman had left her, lost in thought. After learning the circumstances connected with the devout old woman's visit, Prince Bahman re-resolved to undertake the work of securing the bird, the tree, and the water; and having been told that it was twenty days' journey on the road to India where they were to be found, he set off in the morning, after giving his sister a dagger which would become stained with blood if anything should befall him on the way. On the twentieth day, after bidding adieu to the prince and princess, Prince Bahman perceived on the roadside a hideous old man, whom he asked to direct him to the place where he would find the things he sought. The dervise— for such was the old man—tried to persuade the prince not to go, " for," said he, " many a gentleman have I directed to the place you seek, and on the same errand, and never one have I ever beheld again." The prince, however, would not be dissuaded, so the dervise continued, " Since I cannot prevail on you to remain, take this bowl and when you are on horseback throw it be- �10 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. you, and follow it to the foot of the mountain, where it will stop. As soon as the bowl stops, alight, and leave your horse with the bridle over his neck, and he will stand in the same place till you return. As you go up the hill you will see on your right and left hand a great quantity of large black stones, and will hear on all sides of you a confusion of voices which will say a thousand injurious things to you to discourage you, and prevent your climbing to the top of the hill; be not afraid : but above all things do not turn your head to look behind you, for in that instant you will be turned into such a block of stone as those you see, which are all so many gentlemen who had failed in this enterprise. Prince Bahman followed the instructions of the dervise minutely in every particular till he came to the foot of the hill, when he began to ascend ; but before he had taken six steps he heard the voices mentioned by the dervise, although he could see nobody. Some said " Where is that fool going ?" " What would he have ? do not let him pass." Others said, " Stop him, catch him, kill him." And others with a voice like thunder, " Thief, assassin, murderer." Notwithstanding these troublesome voices, Prince Bahman ascended with courage and resolution for some time, but the voices increasing in numbers and din, so near him, both behind and before, at last he was seized with fear, his legs trembled under him, he staggered, and presently finding that his strength failed him, he forgot the dervise's advice, turned about to run down the hill, and was that instant changed into a block of stone." On the fatal day on which Prince Bahman was turned into a block of stone, the princess as usual pulled out the dagger to see how her brother did, and lo ! the blood was running down the point! The prince and princess were greatly affected by the fate of their brother, yet nothing could deter Prince Perviz from following his brother's footsteps; and accordingly the next morning he set out, leaving his sister, instead of a knife, a string of pearls which would run upon the string before �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 11 if he was well and in life, and if not, would stand still. On the evening of the twentieth day after the departure of Prince Perviz the pearls stood still, and the princess knew that he also was no more. Determined that if they were dead she also would die, she set out that very night to discover either what had become of them or perish in the attempt. In due time she met with the same old dervise who had spoken to her brothers, and from him received the same instructions. Knowing that the voices were the cause of her brothers' failure, by the great din they created, she took the precaution of stopping her ears with cotton. Coming to the hill the voices began to utter their cries, but so muffled were the sounds on account of the cotton, that she was not in the least frightened, but bravely she continued her course till she reached the very top, when, perceiving the cage and the bird she ran forward and seizing the cage, exclaimed, " Bird, I have you in spite of you, and you shall not escape me." The bird swore inviolable fidelity to her, and promised to accomplish whatever she desired. After securing a branch of the singing tree and a bottle of the yellow water, she bade the bird transform all the blocks of stone into their original shape, when to her astonishment her brothers stood before her in a moment, holding their horses by their bridles; while down the hill on all sides galloped hundreds of horses with their riders, who had been petrified in like manner with the Princes Bahman and Perviz. As soon as the princess came home she placed the cage in the garden and immediately it was surrounded by all the singing birds in the neighbourhood. The branch of the singing tree was planted in the parterre, and in a short time became a large tree whose leaves kept up a continual concert. The yellow water she poured into a basin, and forthwith arose a splendid fountain twenty feet high. �12 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. After devoting a considerable time to admiration of their new possessions, the princes resumed their former way of living, and as their usual diversion was hunting, they mounted their horses and went two or three leagues from their house. When they had hunted for an hour or two, they dismounted from their horses, and tying them to trees they took different routes in order to beat up game. Prince Bahman wandered in one direction and Prince Perviz in another, and when the latter was emerging from a clump of trees he saw a company of horsemen and the sultan riding in front. Just at this moment the sultan's horse became unmanageable, and when Prince Perviz looked for the cause he saw a huge bear rising from the foot of a tree a little in front; the sultan had his scimitar drawn ready to strike at the bear, but the horse, which had not as yet been much accustomed to hunting, leapt aside and nearly overthrew the sultan ; but before �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 13 the horsemen and those in attendance could recover from the confusion, arising from the plunging of the sultan's horse, Prince Perviz had rushed up behind the animal, and with one thrust of his javelin pierced it through and through. So soon as the sultan had dismounted, he returned thanks to Prince Perviz in the most grateful manner, and after admiring the good air and mien of the prince, he asked him who he was, and where he lived. " Sir," said Prince Perviz, "I am one of the sons of your majesty's late intendant of your gardens. We live in a house which he built, a little before he died, for us to live in till we should be fit to serve your majesty, and ask of you some employment when opportunity offered." " By what I perceive from you," replied the sultan, " you love hunting." "Sir," answered Prince Perviz, " i t is our common exercise, and what none of your majesty's subjects who intend to bear arms in your armies, ought, according to the ancient custom of the kingdom, to neglect." The sultan, charmed with so prudent an answer, said, " Since it is so, I should like to see you hunt game with us." One of the attendants immediately dismounted, and Prince Perviz leapt upon the horse's back with so much grace and agility, that the sultan was more and more charmed. After hunting for two hours more, during which the sultan never ceased commending the courage and intrepidity displayed by Prince Perviz, the hunt was brought to a conclusion. Prince Bahman who had lost all traces of his brother, and wondering what had become of him, went in pursuit ; and while traversing the forest in the direction his brother had gone, he suddenly came upon the sultan's company, with his brother riding amongst them. Prince Perviz, so soon as he had noticed the prince his brother, ran forward to meet him, and returning to the sultan, they both prostrated themselves at his feet. The sultan bade them rise, whereupon Prince Perviz introduced his brother to the sultan, who seemed mightily pleased with both; in short, the sultan Khosrousah �14 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. conceived so kindly a feeling for the two princes, that he invited them to make him a visit; to which Prince Bahman replied, " Your majesty does us an honour we do not deserve, and we beg you will excuse us." The sultan, who could not understand why they should refuse this token of his favour, pressed them to divulge the reason. " Sir,'' said Prince Bahman, " we have a sister younger than us with whom we live in such perfect union, that we undertake and do nothing before we consult her." " I commend your brotherly affection," answered the sultan, " consult your sister, and come here to-morrow hunting, and give me your answer." On the morrow the princes set out to the place appointed and began to hunt. The sultan also, r e m e m b e r i n g his engagement, assembled his horsemen, and arrived at the hunting ground in time to see Prince Bahman in pursuit of two monstrous lions, single handed, and with only one weapon. Prince Perviz stood looking carelessly on, as if there �THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. 15 were not the least danger in the world, so confident was he in the prowess of his brother; and but a few minutes were required to relieve the anxiety of the sultan, for he had the gratification of seeing the lions, one after the other, laid dead at Prince Bahman's feet. When the princes came up with the sultan, he inquired if they had consulted their sister about paying hima visit, and being answered in the affirmative, he commanded the attendants to go before him to the palace, as he would not join in the hunt that day. The princes were conducted into the sultan's palace, where they received as much honour and attention as if the secret of their birth were actually known. On the following day, after the princes had returned home, the sultan paid the princess a visit, so eager was he to see the young lady who could hold such an influence over her brothers by affection alone. So soon as the Princess Perizade beheld the sultan approaching, she ran to the bird and asked what she should prepare for the sultan's entertainment, when the bird replied, " Good mistress, you have excellent cooks, let them do their best ; but, above all, prepare a dish of cucumbers stuffed full of pearls, and set it before him." As the sultan approached the house he was charmed with the wonderful music which he heard, and the princess appearing, he demanded the cause of it. When the tree was pointed out to him, his amazement knew no bounds, but seeing the fountain of golden water, he exclaimed, " What marvels are these I behold, I verily knew not that such things were so near my own palace." The princess conducted the sultan to the apartment where the tables were laid, and seeing the cucumbers which looked very tempting, he stretched forth his hand and took i t ; but when he cut it, he was in extreme surprise to find it stuffed with pearls. " What novelty is this, " said he, looking at the princess for an explanation, when the bird interrupted him, saying, "Can your majesty be in so great astonishment at cucumbers stuffed with pearls, and yet you could so easily believe that the �16 THE ENVIOUS SISTERS. sultaness, your wife, brought you for sons and daughter, a dead dog, cat, and a piece of stick ! The two brothers and sister who now entertain you are your own children." This discourse of the bird cleared up the sultan's understanding, and he immediately saw that he had been deceived by the sultaness's two sisters. After embracing his newly found children, he returned to the palace, and restored the sultaness to all her former splendour; and when he had presented the princes and princess to their mother, he instructed the executioner to seize the wives of the chief cook and baker, and take them to execution ; and in less than an hour could be seen on the gates of the palace the heads of the two Envious Sisters. Dunn & Wright, Printers, Glasgow. ��"FAIRY TALES" SERIES OF CHILDREN'S PICTURE BOOKS, CONTAINING SEVERAL INTERESTING TALES NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED IN THIS FORM, AND ILLUSTRATED WITH BEAUTIFUL NEW ENGRAVINGS. • 1. Abdalla, or the Palace of Jewels. 2. Prince Beder and the Magician Queen. 3. 4. 5. 6. The The The The Enchanted Horse. Fairy Bride and Prince Ahmed. Unjust Merchant, and the Jar of Gold. Envious Sisters. 7. Cogia Hassan, and How he Became Rich. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. Noureddin and the Persian Beauty. Cinderella, or the Little Glass Slipper. Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor. Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp. History of Blue Beard. THE "OLD FAVOURITE" SERIES. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. Jack the Giant Killer. Jack and the Bean Stalk. The Babes in the Wood. The History of Little Red Riding Hood. The Story of Whittington and his Cat. Gulliver's Travels. The Adventures of Mother Hubbard and her Dog. Life and Death of Cock Robin. The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood. The Story of Goody Two Shoes. The Adventures of Puss in Boots. The Marriage of Cock Robin and Jenny Wren. The Pictorial and Amusing Alphabet. 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CONTAINING THE MOST POPULAR No. 1. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 1850. Price One Penny. �PAGE Alice Gray, Away, away to the mountain's brow, Begone dull care,.... Black-eyed Susan, Come sit thee down, my bonnie, bonnie love, Farewell, if ever fondest prayer, God save the Queen, The broken heart, ... In the days when we went gipsying, . Is there a heart that never lov'd, It is not on the battle field, Just at twilight's dusky close, Long, long ago, Maiden, I will ne'er deceive thee...... Oh! no, we never mention her, Oh! say not woman's love is bought, Rule, Britannia, She wore a wreath of roses, Taste life's glad moments, . The Araby maid, The Arethusa, The banks of Allan water, The bay of Biscay, The dashing white sergeant, The light of other days, . The maid of Judah, The miniature, . The missletoe bough, The old arm chair, The sea, the sea, the open sea, The soldier's tear, The spot where I was born The white squall, . 'Twas merry in the hall, ..... Ye mariners of England, . 7 6 5 22 10 7 3 6 11 9 10 15 15 9 12 23 4 16 19 16 24 23 21 22 5 8 20 18 17 13 6 4 8 20 14 �ENGLISH GOD SAVE THE SONGS. QUEEN. New arrangement by G. H . RODWELL. Key-note B flat. GOD save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen, God save the Queen ! Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the Q u e e n ! O Lord our God arise, S c a t t e r her enemies, And make them f a l l ; Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On her our hopes we fix, God save the Q u e e n ! Thy choicest gifts in store, On her be pleased to pour, Long may she reign ; May she defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice, God save the Queen D o thou her steps direct, W a t c h o'er her, and protect Our gracious Queen ! Shed o'er her heart a ray Of wisdom's glorious day; L o v ' d be V i c t o r i a ' s s w a y — God save the Queen ! ! �4 RULE, Words by THOMSON. Music BRITANNIA. by D R . A R N E . Key-note B fat. WHEN Britain first, a t heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter, the charter of the land, A n d guardian angels sung the strain : Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never shall be slaves. T h e nations, not so bless'd as thee, Must in their turn to tyrants fall, While thou shalt flourish, great and free, T h e dread and envy of them all. Rule, Britannia, &c. Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke ; A s the loud blast that rends the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. R u l e , Britannia, &c. Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ; A l l their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flameB u t work their woe and thy renown. R u l e , Britannia, & c . T o thee belongs the rural reign, Thy cities shall with commerce shine ; A l l thine shall be the subject main, A n d every shore encircle thine. R u l e , Britannia, &c. T h e muses still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coasts repair, Bless'd Isle ! with matchles beauty crown'd, A n d manly hearts to guard the fair, R u l e , Britannia, &c. THE SPOT WHERE I WAS Words by HARRY STOE V A N D Y K . Music BORN. by J O H N Key-note G. I HAVE wander'd on thro' many a clime, Where flowers of beauty grew, W h e r e all was blissful to the heart, And lovely to the view ; I ' v e seen them in their twilight pride, And in their dress of morn, B u t none appeared so sweet to me A s the spot where I was born. B u t none appeared, & c . BARNETT. • �5 I have wander'd on thro' many a clime, And gaz'd on palace walls, Y e t never wish'd that step of mine Should tread those stately h a l l s ; For midst the pomp that circl'd me, I still should be forlorn ; Give me, give me, the lowliest cot, On the spot where I was born. Give me, give me, & c . BEGONE, DULL CARE! Author unknown. Arranged as a Duet. Key-note A, BEGONE, dull care ! I prithee begone from me ; Begone, dull care ! thou and I can never agree. Long time hast thou been tarrying here, And fain thou wouldst me k i l l ; But, i'faith ! dull care, Thou never shalt have thy will. Too much c a r e will make a young man grey, And too much care will turn an old man to clay My wife shall dance, and I shall sing, So merrily pass the day ; F o r I hold it one of the wisest things, T o drive dull c a r e away. THE L I G H T OF O T H E R D A Y S . Words by ALFRED BUNN. Music by M. W. BALFE. Key-noteA. THE light of other days is faded, And all their glory's past, F o r grief with heavy wing hath shaded The hopes too bright to last. T h e world which morning's mantle clouded, Shines forth with purer rays ; B u t the heart ne'er feels, in sorrow shrouded, The light of other days. But the heart ne'er feels, & c . The leaf which autumn tempests wither, The birds which then take wing, When winter's winds are past come hither, To welcome back the spring; The very ivy on the ruin In gloom full life displays ; But the heart alone sees no renewing The light of other days. B u t the heart alone, &c. �6 THE SOLDIER'S Words by T . H . BAYLY. TEAR. Music by A L E X . L E E . Key-note E. UPON the hill he turn'd, to take a last fond look Of the valley and the village church, and the cottage by the b r o o k ; He listened to the sounds so familiar to his ear, [a tear. And the soldier lean'd upon his sword, and wip'd away Beside yon cottage porch a girl was on her knees, She held aloft a snowy scarf that flutter'd in the breeze; She breath'd a prayer for him, a prayer he could not hear; [a tear. B u t he paused to bless her as she knelt, and wip'd away He turn'd and left the spot, Oh! do not deem him w e a k , F o r dauntless was the soldier's heart, tho' tears were on his cheek. Go watch the foremost rank in danger's dark career, B e sure the hand most daring there has wip'd away a tear. AWAY, A W A Y TO T H E MOUNTAIN'S Composed by ALEXANDER L E E . Key-note B R O W . G. AWAY, away to the mountain's brow, Where the trees are gently w a v i n g ; A w a y , away to the mountain's brow, Where the stream is gently laving. A n d beauty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell, L i k e the rose as it opes to the day ; While the zephyr that breathes thro' the flowery dell, Shakes the sparkling dewdrops away. A w a y , away to the rocky glen, Where the deer are wildly bounding; A n d the hills shall echo in gladness again, To the hunter's bugle sounding. While beauty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell, L i k e the rose as it opes to the day ; While the zephyr that breathes thro' the flowery dell, Shakes the sparkling dewdrops away. THE BROKEN HEART. FAREWELL ! in despair I escape from thy wiles, Thy frowns I can bear and even thy smiles ; T a k e back that dear token that bless'd me before, T h e heart you have broken can prize it no more. Now vain were thy favour, thy pity more vain, I Words sweetly spoken deceived me before, B u t the heart you have broken can trust it no more. am lost, and for ever, to pity, to pain. �7 FAREWELL. Words by LORD BYRON. Arranged as a D u e t . FAREWELL ! if ever fondest prayer For others' weal availed on high, Mine will not all be lost on air, But w a f t thy name beyond the sky ! ' T w e r e vain to speak- to weep - to sigh ; Oh ! more than tears of blood can tell, W h e n wrung from guilt's expiring eye, A r e in that w o r d — F a r e w e l l ! F a r e w e l l ! These lips are mute, these eyes are d r y ; B u t in my breast, and in my brain, A w a k e the pangs that pass not by, T h e thought that ne'er shall sleep again. My soul nor deigns nor dares complain, Though grief and passion there r e b e l ; I only know we loved in v a i n — I only f e e l — F a r e w e l l ! F a r e w e l l ! ALICE GREY. Music by M R S . P H I L L I P M I L L A R D . Key-note C. SHE'S all my fancy painted h e r ; She's lovely, she's divine : B u t her heart it is another's ; She never can be mine. Y e t lo'ed I as man never lo'ed, A love without decay ; — Oh ! my h e a r t — m y heart is breaking F o r the love of A l i c e Grey. H e r dark brown hair is braided o'er A brow of spotless white ; Her soft blue eye now languishes-— Now flashes with delight ; — Her hair is braided not for me, Her eye is turn'd away ! — Y e t my h e a r t — m y heart is breaking For the love of A l i c e Grey. I've sunk beneath the summer's sun,And trembled in the b l a s t ; B u t my pilgrimage is nearly d o n e — The weary conflict's past. A n d when the green sod wraps my grave, May Pity haply say, " Oh ! his h e a r t — h i s heart was broken For the love of A l i c e G r e y . " �8 THE WHITE SQUALL. Words by RICHARD JOHNS. Music by GEORGE B A R K E R . Key-note THE sea was bright, and the bark rode well, The breeze bore the tone of the vesper-bell— ' T w a s a gallant bark, with a crew as brave A s ever was launched on the heaving wave : She shone in the light of declining day, A n d each sail was set, and each heart was gay. They neared the land where in beauty smiles The sunny shore of the Grecian isles ; A l l thought of home and the welcome dear, Which soon should greet each wand'rer's ear, A n d in fancy joined the social throng, In the festive dance, and the joyous song. A white cloud glides through the azure s k y — W h a t means that wild despairing cry ? F a r e w e l l the visioned scenes of h o m e — T h a t cry is help, where no help can come. F o r the white squall rides on the surging wave, A n d the b a r k is gulfed in an ocean-grave. THE MAID OF JUDAH. Words and Music by CHARLES SLOMAN. Key-note G. No more shall the children of Judah sing The lay of a happier time, O r strike the harp with the golden string, 'Neath the sun of an eastern clime ; Or strike the harp with the golden string, ; ' N e a t h the sun of an eastern clime. This, this was the lay of a Jewish maid Though not in her father's bowers ; So sweetly she sang, as in sadness she stray'd O ' e r the ruins of Babylon's towers. No more shall the children, &c. O where are the sons of mine ancient race, Who were born the javelin to b e a r ; How fall'n is the city whose wreck I now trace, That once was so lovely and fair! The green grass grows on that fertile spot, Where once grew the sweetest flowers ; Land of my kindred, thou'lt ne'er be forgot, While a ruin remains of thy towers ; Land of my kindred, thou'lt ne'er be forgot, While a ruin remains of thy towers. No more shall the children, &c. A �9 IS T H E R E A H E A R T T H A T N E V E R Music by BRAHAM. LOVED? Key-note G, Is there a heart that never loved. Nor felt soft woman's sigh ? Is there a man can mark unmoved, Dear woman's tearful eye ? O h ! bear him to some distant shore, Or solitary cell, Where nought but savage monsters roar, And love ne'er deign'd to dwell. F o r there's a charm in woman's eye, A language in her tear, A spell in every sacred sigh, To m a n — t o virtue dear. And he who can resist her smiles With brutes alone should live ; Nor taste that j o y which care beguiles, The j o y her virtues give. MAIDEN, I WILL NE'ER D E C E I V E THEE. MAIDEN, I will ne'er deceive thee, Never wrong thee, never grieve t h e e ; T a k e this hand, and we will go W h e r e the early violets blow ; In the still and shady grove, Where I dare to tell of love : Maiden smile, or, ere we part, Chainless give me back my heart. Maiden, I will ne'er deceive thee, Never wrong thee, never grieve thee ; Maiden smile, or, ere we part, Chainless give me b a c k my heart. Happy was I ere I knew thee, L i k e the rainbow's fitful beam, L i k e the image in the stream, When I think thy bosom won, Cloud that brow and hope is gone : Maiden smile, or, ere we part, Chainless give me b a c k my heart. Maiden, I will ne'er deceive thee, Never wrong thee, never grieve thee ; Maiden smile, or, ere we part, Chainless give me b a c k my heart. Wherefore should thy �10 C O M E SIT T H E E D O W N . sit thee down, my bonny, bonny love, Come sit thee down by me, love, And I will tell thee many a tale Of the dangers of the sea ; Of the perils of the deep, love, Where the angry tempests roar ; A n d the raging billows wildly dash Upon the groaning shore. Come sit thee down, &c. The skies are flaming red, my love, The skies are flaming red, love ; A n d darkly rolls the mountain w a v e , And rears its monstrous head. While skies and ocean blending, And bitter howls the blast, A n d the daring tar, ' t w i x t life and death, Clings to the shattered m a s t ! Come sit thee down, &c. COME I T I S N O T ON T H E Words by T . H . B A Y L Y . Music BATTLE-FIELD. by R A W L I N G S . Key-note IT is not on the battle-field T h a t I would wish to die ; It is not on the broken shield I'd breathe my latest sigh. And though a soldier knows not how To dread a soldier's doom ; I ask no laurel for my brow, No trophy for my tomb. It is not that I scorn the w r e a t h A soldier proudly wears ; It is not that I fear the death A soldier proudly dares. When slaughter'd comrades round m e lie, I'll be the last to yield ; B u t yet, I would not wish to die Upon the battle-field. When faint and bleeding in the fray, O ! still let me retain Enough of l i f e to crawl away To my sweet home again ; For, like the wounded weary dove, T h a t flutters to its n e s t ; I fain would reach my own dear love, A n d die upon her breast. C. �11 IN THE DAYS WHEN Words by M R . RANSFORD. WE Music Key-note C. WENT GIPSYING. by N . J . SPORLE. IN the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago, The lads and lasses in their best Were dress'd from top to toe. W e danc'd and sung the jocund song, Upon the forest green ; A n d nought but mirth and jollity Around us could be seen. A n d thus we pass'd the pleasant time, Nor thought of care or woe, In the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago. A l l hearts were light, and eyes were bright. While nature's face was g a y ; The trees their leafy branches spread, And perfume filled the May. ' T w a s there we heard the cuckoo's note Steal softly through the air ; While every scene around us look'd Most beautiful and fair. And thus we pass'd the pleasant time, Nor thought of care or woe, In the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago. W e fill'd a glass to every lass, And all our friends most dear, And wish'd them many happy days, And many a happy year. W e gave the king, with all our heart, And may his subjects be Our nation's pride, all lands beside, And glory of the sea. And thus we pass'd the pleasant time, Nor thought of care or woe, In the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago. And should we ever pay again A visit to the scene, We'll sing with all our heart and voice, God bless our gracious Queen. �12 May she live long o'er us to reign, And by her actions prove T h a t she has gain'd her utmost w i s h — A people's lasting love. A n d thus we'll pass the pleasant time, Nor think of care or woe, A s we did when we went gipsying, A long time ago. OH, NO ! W E N E V E R M E N T I O N Words by T . H . BAYLY. Music HER. by HENRY R. BISHOP Key-note B flat. OH, no ! we never mention her, Her name is never heard ; My lips are now forbid to speak T h a t once familiar word. From sport to sport they hurry me, To banish my r e g r e t ; A n d when they win a smile from me, They think that I forget. They bid me seek in change of scene T h e charms that others see ; B u t were I in a foreign land, They'd find no change in me. T h e valley where we m e t ; I do not see the hawthorn t r e e — For oh ! there are so many things Recall the past to m e — The breeze upon the sunny hills, The billows of the sea, T h e rosy tint t h a t decks the sky, Before the sun is s e t ; A y , every leaf I look upon Forbids me to forget. They tell me she is happy n o w — The gayest of the gay ; They hint that she forgets me, but I heed not what they say. L i k e me perhaps she struggles with E a c h feeling of r e g r e t ; B u t if she loves as I have loved, She never can f o r g e t ! 'Tis true that I behold no But more �13 THE Words by BARRY CORNWALL SEA. Music by CHEVALIER NEUKROMM Key-note C. THE sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! T h e blue, the fresh, the ever free ; Without a mark, without a bound, I t runneth the earth's wide regions round; I t plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea, I am where I would e v e r be, With the blue above and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go. I f a storm should come and a w a k e the deep, W h a t matter, what matter ? I shall ride and sleep. W h a t matter, w h a t matter ? I shall ride and sleep. I love, O how I love to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, O r whistles aloft his tempest tune, A n d tells how goeth the world below, A n d why the sou'-west wind doth b l o w ! I never was on the dull tame shore, B u t I loved the g r e a t sea more and more, A n d backwards flew to her billowy breast. L i k e a bird that seeketh its mother's n e s t ; A n d a mother she was and is to me, F o r I was born, was born on the open sea. F o r I was born, was born on the open sea. T h e waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born ; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise roll'd, And the dolphins bared their backs of gold ; A n d never was heard such an outcry wild, A s welcomed to life the Ocean child. I have lived since then, in c a l m and strife, Full fifty summers a rover's life, With wealth to spend and a power to range, B u t never have sought nor sigh'd for change ; And Death, whenever he comes to me, Shall come, shall come on the wide unbounded sea. And death shall come on the wide unbounded sea. And death shall come on the wide unbounded sea. �14 YE M A R I N E R S OF ENGLAND! Words by THOMAS CAMPBELL. Music by D R . CALLCOT. Key-note G YE mariners of England ! Who guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe ; And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, A n d the stormy tempests blow. T h e spirits of your fathers S h a l l start from every w a v e ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where B l a k e and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, A s you sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, A n d the stormy tempests blow. Britannia needs no bulwark, No towers along the s t e e p ; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. W i t h thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, A s they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests b l o w ; When the battle rages loud and long, A n d the stormy tempests blow. T h e meteor flag of England Shall y e t terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. Then, then, ye ocean warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more, A n d the storm has ceased to blow. �15 JUST AT Words by W . LANCASTER. TWILIGHT. Music by W . K I R B Y . Key-note JUST at twilight's dusky close, When stars arise to greet thee, W h e r e the blackthorn wildly grows, There, love, there I'll meet thee. Thou know'st the spot: 'tis shaded quite Beyond the rude intruder's sight, In that lone grove, a t birth of night, There, love, there I'll meet thee. Just a t twilight's dusky close, & c . W h a t I'll think and what I'll say, And how of time I'll cheat thee, And when's to be the blissful day, I'll tell thee when I meet thee. W e ' l l live a lifetime in that hour By love's all hallow'd potent power ; A n d love shall consecrate the bow'r Where, love, where I'll meet thee. Just a t twilight's dusky close, &c. I'll woo the night-bird and the rill With music, love, to treat thee, And thine enraptur'd heart shall thrill Responsive, when I meet thee. Thus, while love-notes weave a spell, I'll tell thee all I have to tell In that lone g r o v e , — t i l l then, f a r e w e l l ! There, love, there I'll meet thee. Just a t twilight's dusky close, & c . LONG, L O N G A G O ! Words by THOMAS H A Y N E S BAYLY. Key-note F. TELL me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago ; Sing me the songs I delighted to hear, Long, long ago, long ago ! Now you are come, my grief is remov'd, L e t me forget that so long you have rov'd, L e t me believe that you love as you lov'd, Long, long ago, long a g o ! Do you remember the path where we m e t , Long, long ago, long, long a g o ? Ah, yes! you told me you n e ' e r would forget, Long, long ago, long a g o ! C. �16 SHE W O R E A W R E A T H OF Words by T . H . BAYLY. ROSES. Music by J . P . K N I G H T . Key-note E. SHE wore a wreath of roses The night that first we met, H e r lovely face was smiling Beneath her curls of j e t ; H e r footsteps had the lightness, Her voice the joyous tone, T h e tokens of a youthful heart Where sorrow is unknown. I saw her but a moment, Y e t methinks I see her now, W i t h the wreath of summer flowers Upon her snowy brow. A wreath of orange blossoms When n e x t we met, she wore, T h e expression of her features W a s more thoughtful than before ; And standing by her side was one Who strove, and not in vain, T o soothe her, leaving that dear home She ne'er might view again. I saw her but a moment, Y e t methinks I see her now, W i t h the wreath of orange blossoms Upon her snowy brow. A n d once again I see that brow, No bridal wreath is there, T h e widow's sombre cap conceals Her once luxuriant hair : S h e weeps in silent solitude, And there is no one near T o press her hand within his own, A n d wipe away the t e a r . I see her broken hearted, Y e t methinks I see her now, In the pride of youth and beauty, With a garland on her brow. T H E A R A B Y Words and Music by the R E V . T . G . MAID. ANDERSON. Key-note AWAY on the wings of the wind she flies, L i k e a thing of life and light, A n d she bounds beneath the eastern skies, A n d the beauty of eastern night. G. �17 Why so fast drives the bark through the ocean's f o a m ? Why wings she so speedy a flight? ' T i s an Araby maid who hath left her home, To fly with her Christian knight. She hath left her sire and her native land, The land which from childhood she trod, A n d hath sworn by the pledge of her beautiful hand, To worship the Christian's God. T h e n away, then away, oh ! swift be thy flight, ' Twere death one moment's delay, F o r behind there is many a blade glancing bright, Then away, away, away, T h e y are safe in the land where love is divine, In the land of the free and the brave ; They have knelt a t the foot of the holy shrine, Nought c a n sever them now but the grave. THE OLD Words by E L I Z A COOK. ARM-CHAIR. Music by H E N R Y RUSSELL. I LOVE it, I love it, and who shall dare T o chide me for loving that old a r m - c h a i r ? I ' v e treasured it long as a holy prize, I ' v e bedew'd it with tears and embalm'd it with sighs ' Tis bound by a thousand bands to my h e a r t ; Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell? a mother sat there, A n d a sacred thing is that old arm-chair. I sat and watch'd her many a day, W h e n her e y e grew dim, and her locks were grey, A n d I almost worshipp'd her when she smil'd, A n d turn'd from her Bible to bless her child. Years roll'd on, but the last one sped, My idol was shatter'd, my earth-star fled: I learnt how much the heart can bear, When I saw her die in that old arm-chair. ' T i s p a s t ! 'tis p a s t ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : ' T w a s there she nursed me, 'twas there she d i e d ; A n d mem'ry flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me w e a k , While the scalding drops start down my c h e e k : B u t I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My heart from loving that old arm-chair. �18 THE MISSLETOE BOUGH. Words by T . H . BAYLY. Music by H . R . BISHOP. Key-note G. THE missletoe hung in the castle hall, T h e holly branch wav'd on the old oak w a l l ; A n d the Baron's retainers were blythe and gay, And keeping their Christmas holiday: T h e Baron beheld with a father's pride, His beautiful child, young Lovel's bride ; W h i l e she with her bright eyes seem'd to be T h e star of the goodly company. Oh ! the missletoe bough, O h ! the missletoe bough. " I ' m weary of dancing n o w , " she cried, " Here tarry a moment, I'll hide, I'll hide; And, Lovel, be sure thou'rt the first to t r a c e T h e clue to my secret lurking place ! " A w a y she ran, and her friends began E a c h tower to search, and each nook to s c a n ; A n d young Lovel cried, " Oh ! where dost thou hide ? I ' m lonesome without thee, my own dear b r i d e . " Oh ! the missletoe bough, Oh ! the missletoe bough. T h e y sought her that night, and they sought her n e x t day, A n d they sought her in vain, when a week pass'd a w a y ! In the highest - t h e l o w e s t — t h e loneliest spot Young Lovel sought wildly, but found her n o t , A n d years flew by, and their grief at last, W a s told as a sorrowful tale long p a s t ! A n d when Lovel appear'd the children c r i e d — " See, the old man weeps for his fairy b r i d e . " Oh ! the missletoe bough, Oh ! the missletoe bough. A t length an old chest that had long lain hid, W a s found in the c a s t l e — t h e y raised the lid, And a skeleton form lay mouldering there, In the bridal wreath of the lady fair ! Oh ! sad was her fate ! in sportive j e s t She hid from her lord in the old oak c h e s t ; I t closed with a spring ! and the bridal bloom L a y withering there in a living tomb. Oh ! the missletoe bough, Oh ! the missletoe bough. �19 TASTE LIFE'S GLAD Words by SIR A L E X . BOSWELL. MOMENTS. Music by MOZART Key-note TASTE life's glad moments, Whilst the wasting taper glows ; P l u c k it, ere it withers, T h e quickly fading rose. Man blindly follows grief and care, He seeks for thorns, and finds his share, Whilst violets to the passing a i r Unheeded shed their blossoms. Taste life's, & c . When tim'rous nature veils her form, A n d rolling thunder spreads alarm, T h e n ah ! how sweet, when lull'd the storm, T h e sun smiles forth at even. Taste life's, &c. W h e n spleen and envy anxious flies, A n d meek content, in humble guise, Improves the shrub, a tree shall rise. Which golden fruits will yield him. Taste life's, & c . W h o fosters faith in upright breast, A n d freely gives to the distress'd, There sweet contentment, builds her nest, And flutters round his bosom. Taste life's, & c . A n d when life's path grows dark and strait, And pressing ills on ills await, Then friendship, sorrow to abate, T h e helping hand will offer. Taste life's, & c . She dries his tears, she strews his way, E ' e n to the grave, with flow'rets gay, Turns night to morn, and morn to day, A n d pleasure still increases. Taste life's, &c. Of life she is the fairest band, Joins brothers truly hand in hand, Thus onward to a better land, Man journeys light and cheerly. Taste life's, & c . F. �20 ' T W A S M E R R Y IN T H E Music by J A M E S D E W A R . HALL. Key-note C. Now ancient English melodies A r e banish'd out of doors, A n d nothing's heard in modern days B u t Signoras and Signores. Such airs I hate L i k e a pig in a gate, Give me the good old strain, When 'twas merry in the hall, T h e beards wagg'd all, W e shall n e ' e r see the like again, W e shall n e ' e r see the like again. On beds of down our dandies lay, And waste the cheerful morn, W h i l e our squires of old would rouse the day T o the sound of the bugle horn. A n d their wives took care T h e feast to prepare ; F o r when they left the plain, Oh ! 'twas merry in the hall, T h e beards wagg'd all, f W e shall n e ' e r see the like again, W e shall ne'er see the like again. ' T w a s then the Christmas tale was told Of goblin, ghost, or fairy, A n d they cheer'd the hearts of the tenants old W i t h a cup of good canary ; A n d t h e y each took a smack A t the cold black j a c k , T i l l the fire burn'd in t h e i r brain ; Oh ! 'twas merry in the hall, T h e beards w a g g ' d a l l — May we all see the like again ! May THE Words by G. P . MORRIS. MINIATURE. Music by J . P . K N I G H T . Key-note WILLIAM was holding in his hand The likeness of his wife, F r e s h as if touch'd by fairy wand, With beauty, grace, and life. H e almost thought it spoke: He gaz'd upon the treasure s t i l l — Absorb'd, delighted, and amaz'd T o view the artist's skill. E. we all see the like �21 " This picture is yourself, dear Jane, ' T i s drawn to nature true ; I ' v e kiss'd it o'er and o'er again, It is so much like y o u . " " And has it kiss'd you b a c k , my dear ? " " W h y , no, my l o v e , " said he. " Then, William, it is very clear ' T i s not a t all like m e ! " THE B A Y OF BISCAY, O! Music by J . P. CLARK. Key-note, B flat, Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder, T h e rain in deluge showers ; T h e clouds were rent asunder, By lightning's vivid powers : The night both drear and dark, Our poor devoted bark, Till n e x t day, there she lay, In the bay of Biscay,O! Now dash'd upon the billow, H e r op'ning timbers c r e a k ; E a c h fears a watery p i l l o w , — None stop the dreadful leak ! T o cling to slipp'ry shrouds, E a c h breathless seaman crowds, A s she lay, till the day, In the bay of Biscay, O ! A t length the wished-for morrow B r o k e through the hazy sky ; Absorb'd in silent sorrow, E a c h heaved a bitter sigh ; T h e dismal w r e c k to view, S t r u c k horror to the crew, A s she lay, on that day, In the bay of Biscay, 0 ! H e r yielding timbers sever, Her pitchy seams a r e rent, W h e n Heaven, all-bounteous ever, Its generous succour s e n t ! A sail in sight appears, W e hail her with three cheers ! Now we sail, with the gale, From the bay of Biscay, 0 ! �22 B L A C K - E Y E D SUSAN. Words by GUY. Music by LEVERIDGE. Key-note A minor. ALL in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd, T h e streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came on board, " Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? T e l l me, ye j o v i a l sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among your crew ? " William, who high upon the yard, R o c k ' d with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes below. T h e cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. " O, Susan, Susan, lovely d e a r ! My vows shall ever true r e m a i n ; L e t me kiss off that falling tear, W e only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be T h e faithful compass that still points to thee. " Though battle calls me from thy arms, L e t not my pretty,Susan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return ; L o v e turns aside the balls that round me fly, L e s t precious tears should drop from Susan's e y e . " T h e boatswain gave the dreadful word, T h e sails their swelling bosoms spread, No longer must she stay on b o a r d ; They k i s s e d — s h e sighed—he hung his head. H e r lessening boat unwilling rows to land, " A d i e u !" she cried, and waved her lily hand. THE DASHING WHITE SERGEANT. IF I had a beau for a soldier who would go, D o you think I'd say, No ? No, no, not I ! When his red coat I saw, not a sigh would it draw, B u t I'd give him eclat for his bravery ! If an army of Amazons e ' e r came in play, As a dashing white sergeant I'd march away. When my soldier was gone, d'ye think I'd take o n — Sit moping forlorn ? No, no, not I ! His fame my concern, how my bosom would burn, When I saw him return crown'd with victory ! If an army of Amazons e ' e r came in play, A s a dashing white sergeant I'd march away. �23 O H ! S A Y NOT WOMAN'S L O V E IS Words by ISAAC POCOCK. O Music by J . W H I T T A K E R . BOUGHT Key-note OH ! say not woman's love is bought With vain and empty treasure ; ! say not woman's h e a r t is caught B y every idle pleasure. When first her gentle bosom knows Love's flame, it wanders never ; Deep in her heart the passion glowsShe loves, and loves for ever. Oh ! say not woman's false as f a i r ; T h a t like the bee she ranges, Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare, A s fickle fancy changes. Ah no ! the love that first can warm, Will leave her bosom never ; No second passion e ' e r can c h a r m She loves, and loves for ever. THE BANKS OF ALLAN W A T E R . Words by MATTHEW G. LEWIS. Music by a Lady, and lately arranged by C. E . HORN. Key-note B flat. ON the banks of Allan W a t e r , When the sweet spring-time did fall, W a s the miller's lovely daughter, Fairest of them all. F o r his bride a soldier sought her, And a winning tongue had h e : On the banks of A l l a n W a t e r , None so gay a s she. On the banks of A l l a n W a t e r , W h e n brown autumn spread his store, T h e r e I saw the miller's daughter, B u t she smiled no more. F o r the summer grief had brought her, A n d the soldier false was h e : On the banks of Allan W a t e r , None so sad as she. On the banks of Allan W a t e r , W h e n the winter snow fell fast, Still was seen the miller's daughter ; Chilling blew the blast. B u t the miller's lovely daughter, Both from cold and care was free; On the banks of Allan W a t e r , There a corpse lay she. F. �24 THE Music by SHIELD. ARETHUSA. Key-note G. minor. COME all y e jolly sailors bold, Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould, While English glory I unfold, Huzza to the Arethusa. She is a frigate tight and brave, A s ever stemm'd the dashing wave ; H e r men are staunch T o their fav'rite launch, A n d when the foe shall meet our fire, Sooner than strike we'll all expire On board of the Arethusa. ' T w a s with the spring fleet she went out. T h e English channel to cruise about, When four F r e n c h sail, in show so stout, B o r e down on the Arethusa. T h e famed Belle Poole straight ahead did lie ; T h e Arethusa seem'd to fly. Not a sheet or a t a c k , Or a brace did she slack, Though the Frenchman laugh'd and thought it stuff, B u t they knew not the handful of men, how tough, On board of the Arethusa. On deck five hundred men did dance, The stoutest they could find in F r a n c e ; W e with two hundred did advance, On board of the Arethusa. O u r captain hail'd the Frenchman, ho ! T h e Frenchman then cried out, hallo ! 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