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The buke.
Gordon's Daughters
To which is added,
The Challenge.
STIRLING:.
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T H E .DUKE O F G O R D O N ' S D A U G H T E R S .
The Duke of Gordon hail three daughters,
Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jeaa,
They would not stay in bonny Castle-Gordon,
But they west to bonny Aberdeen.
They had not bees in bonny Aberdeen, *
A twelvemonth and a day,
Till Jean fell in love with Captain Ogiivre,
And from him she would
stay.
Word came to the Duke of Gordon,
In the chamber where be laj 4
How lady Jean fell in love with a Captain,
And from lum she would not stay.
Go saddle to me the black horse, he cry'd,
My servant shall ride ou the grey y
A&d I wUl go to bonny Aberdeen,
Forthwith to bring her away.
They were not a mile from Aberdeen,
A mile but only arm,
�Till he met with his two daughters,
Est away Was lady Jean.
O where is your sister, maidens ?
Where is your sister now,
O where is your sister, maidens ?
That she is not along with you.
0 pardon us, honoured father!
O pardon us they did say j
Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie,
And from him she will n«t stay*
When he came to bonny Aberdeen,
And down upon the green,
There he did see Captain Ogilvie,
Training his gallant men.
O woe be to thee Captain ©giivic,
And an ill death thou shalt die !
For taking to thee my daughter,
High banged thou shalt be.
The Duke of Gordon wrote a letter,
And sent it to the king,
Desiring him to hang Captain Ogilvie,
For marrying his daughter Jean.
Said the King, I'M not hang Captain Ogilvie,
For all the offence that I See y
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But I'll cause him pat off the se&rlet,And pat on the single lirery.
Mow word came to Captain Ogilvie,
In the chamber where lie lay,
To strip off the gold-lace and scarlet,
And put on the single livery.
I f this be for bonny Jeanie Gordon,
This
If this be for my true love Jeanie,
All this and more I'll dree.
pennance I'll take wi*
Lady Jean had not been married,
A year but only three,
Till srhe had a babe in every arm,
And anether upon her knee*
O but I'm weary wanderings
O but my fortune is had y
Sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter?
To follow a soldier lad,
Q hold thy tongue, bonny Jeanie Gordon^
O hold thy tongue, my lamb \
For once I was a noble Captaia,
How for thy sake a single man.
O high were the bills and mountains?
Cold w#s the frost and mow,
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Lady Jean's shoes they were all t©rn?
No further could s^e g®.
0 if I were in the glens of Foudlen,
Where hunting I have been,
1 could go to bonny castle Gordon,
Without either stockings or sheen.
© hold your tongue bonny Jeanie GortktJ^
O hold your tongue my dow,
I have bat one half crown in the world,
And I'll buy hose and sho'on to you.
When she came to bonny Castle Gordon,
And coming over the green.
The Porter eall'd out,very loudly,,
O yonder comes our Lady Jean.
O you are welcome, bonny Jeanie Gordon,
Her father he did say
Thou art welcome, dear Jeanie Gordo%
But away with your Ogiivie.
Now over the seas went the Captain,
As a soldier under eommaftd j
But a messenger soon follow'd after,
Which caused a countermand.
Come home now, b?ave Captain Ogilvie,
T o ewjoy your brother's land,
�O come home, gallant Captain Ogilvie,
Your the heir of Northumberland.
What does this mean, gays the Captain,
Where's my brother's children three ?
O they are all dead and buried, .
The lands they are^rcady for thee.
Then hoist Bp yoa* sails, brave Captain,
And let us be jovial and free,
111 go home and have my estate,
And then my dear Jeaoie I'll see.
He soon came to bdnny Castle Gcrdeo,
And then at the gate stood he :
The Porter ery'd with a loud voice,
O here comes Captain Ogilvie.
O you're welcome now Captain Ogilvie^
Your fortune's advanced I hear,
No stranger can conie within my gates,
That I do love so dear.
Sir, the last time I was'at your gate,
You would not let me in,
Now I'm come for my wife and children,
N o friendship else I claim.
Then Jean came tripping d«wn the stair,
With the salt tear in her eye,
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One babe site had at every foot,
And one in her a inns did ly.
The Captain took her straight ia his arras^
O a happy man was he,
Saying Welcome bonny Jeanie Gordon,
Countess of Northumberland to be.
The Captain came off with his Lady,
Arid his lovely babies three,
Saying, Fin as good blood by descent,
Though flie great Bake of Gordon yea be.
THE
CHALLENGE.
You Gallic Gasconaders,
Your beats of ,war prepare,
,
And prove yourselves invaders, "
Of Britain—if you dare.
All eager, arm'd, acd steady,
Oil shore, and on Jibe, seas,
Her gallant sons ars ready,
To meet you when you please.
September's reign is ended,
He| harvest safely home,
Then why, if you intend it,
Do you d«Uy to eosie.
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The nights are long and dark enough
Your passage to secure• j
Bat lest the weather should be rough,
Your fleets of boats insure.
Britannia, though a small land,
Possesses wnndrons wealth j
Old Italy and Holand,
Aad all you gain'd by stealth $
And ail you got by downright force,
With it cannot compare,
There you may fill each em^ty purse,
And feast on princely fare.
But mark, in this same spot of earth,
A native plant is found,
Which from the day that gave it birth,
Has bloom'd all seasons round )
'Tis deadly poison to the touch,
O f tyrants and of slaves,
And sure as fate ye French and Dutch,
Will send you to your graves*
Then come you Oascsnaders,
With all your boats of war,
And prove yourselves invaders, .
Of Britain—if you dare :
All eager aroad, and steafdy,
On shore and on the seas,
Her gallant sons are ready,
To meet you when you please*
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[1820-1830] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
15 cm
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Stirling: W. Macnie
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ballads & songs
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Stirling
Courtship and Marriage
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O R
T H E
Loyal Lover's Down fat
TO WHICH
T H E
ADBHpj
ROY A L
O E O R G E>
T H E -ML L K I N G - P A I L .
S H O R T
MY
R E P O S E .
S T U B B O R N
H E A R
T,
�T H E CRUEL
FATHER.
Lady's daughter in the weft,
about the age of twenty,
Acd Ihe had fweet hearts of the beft,
both Lords and 'Squires in plenty a
But fhe a ^ r ' d her father's cterk*
above airmen of honour,
But fhe ador'd her father's clerjf,
00 honour dkl;> require*
Her father oft-time^ to her Uid,
when he aloae (Humect her,
Do you mean to difg? ace our Mood,
ypu feed sud foolith creature ?
To go and marry \vith a flaye,
that; has neither birth nor breeding, Sure I no portion will you gi?e>
if this be your proceeding.
Q then honoured father, fiie revty'd,
1 pray yea ufe ycur p^fUrc* f
For 1 adore my d e l e f t joy;
above all worldly treaiare.
With him I mean to live au^oie,
to him I hav^ contented
Piiii heaven will pur \Y*ct$ fapplf,
T/ith iir^t .w*f4 be cepteutecK
�t* * >
Her. lather in a
,
and rhreat'ned to dcdioy her s
If that her foify ihc'd purfue,
no cicrk fhoiild e'er enjoy her#
O then, - (he faid; He muft and wiOg
although-you be offended»
When from a i j foiemu few I fallt
pray let my life be cadetL
Upon the table iu the toordf
a fowling piece did lf >
fler father in a paffioa ftew r
and ftr sight at her let .fly*
it lighted on her youthful bread* ;
and.fli-efell down before him,
Thcfe were the lafl words that fee {poke
for ever Vil adore hum
When he had teen what he hnd d<mes
whpr? have I fhiiimy daughter?
His rapier then he drew oat forth*
utid.flew himfeif fooa after.
Iler r a t h e r came into the room§
and both Ore flood a viewing,
Widi grief her tender heart did break,
ambiticii was their tu:n.
Her ioy^er came amongfi the reft,
with han^s in (orrow fringing*
ftinxi her fair youthful bjcall,
- the DioQil
then faw
ing.
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�How could tier father be h ftyere!
why, fo fcvere and craeL ?
Could he not laid the fault pn me,
and fpir'd my deareit jewel!
The beauty of all wfterji, parts*
who daily di.! adore me ;
Nay, I itkay fay the bed of hearts.
hcs bleeding now before me.
O how can I prefome to \hc f
all in this world behind kee!*
No, no? one fatal (trolie I'll give,
perhaps then, I may fed her
Down hi the fibnt fhadea bdow,
where Weeding lovers wander s '
Infill pouring out fad grief Had woe,
they daily did ly uaden
:
A fwprd he from his fide drew out,
and ilnv.hinifdf foon after* _ ;
like* tw.Mo"p] lovers fair,
t«sey died bath together,
They both were buried in one grave,
jolt like two lovers loyal; '
Jrlay God prcferre att yon that lovfe,
and fend y011 bo Jfuch trials
T H E R O Y A Is GE O R G E .
The fad and difmal rtory,
V , / which proceeds from dpi*head coaft
The Roy a! George and ail Uer'gfcry*
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TliiVicell hundred fouls there psruli'd i
- melancholy for to hear!'
Many iatherlefe.aad widow's,
mourn for the-r r&Jaiic&S' dear- •
It was the tv/catj-auith of A^giift,
that did prove, the fatal day .
That good Ihip was there repairing}
before they did fee out for iea»"
But a (qua! of wipd ariilag,
great's our cauie for to lament*
In throe nuawes, moli larpniingi
- fliip and crew to bottom weo-u
Such a difmai (cem of horror,
never mortal eyas did fcc r
This brave ihip which was a rerrosv
to the dariog euemy*
She was the pride of .all the navy,
for her fuccch and courage br&wy
Pity 'tis for the brave bailors*
who have got a wat'ry grave i
Keicpeafeh that brave commander,
the youogeft admiral wc have.
But ah l both he and his,brave failars,
alfhaVe ptrifti'd ui the waves!
in battles he was ftil! vi&oriosis,
he did govern his fleer with fkill j
tiis actions were ciWii'3 with foecefs*
lm death with, grief our lie^ns do-fill
�This mo ft melancholy /ubjeci,
from each eye mull draw a tear!
Such ad? final u en£ of hon or,
. near to Spkiiex! did appear
The beach ami hopSts at the point,
were all filled wish, the dead *
In each look nothing but dejection,
each human heart for them did bleed
Children creeping for their parents ;
widows for their h-nfbands dear ;
The difmal cries of thofe were finking,
did pierce th-e heart of all did hear.
But none could give the leafl afliftance,
to this brave and goodly (hip,
Now in the Wav.s without refinance,
(he lies fourteen fathom deep.
What a lofs is it to Britain,
id fo critical a time,
f o r io 1ole fact) brave
marauders,
and gal km fadois in their prime:
Whofe flout asid urdaunted courage,
French and Spaniards both have felt
Onr enemies were made to tremble
at iht name cf Kempeafelt
May- Heaven fupport our Briiilh Heroe
aad from danger keep them free*
J ad fend m ot-t into his ftatian,
as
.he, -
�Heaven preferve cur Royal 5ovV<*igo,
long m*y he tft&.*csptrp iwaiy,' ?
B?s fleets and arrSie's be vi&orioos,
over e^ery enemy.
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T H E MILKING
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the biufiimg
D Eher half thelky had fpreaft,' ^•
purple veil
When izll) crofsM th£ dewy lawn,
with
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Oil her hea l
m
Her brow >s month of
fWet,
her cheeks were rofy ted /
•Her drcU was white ar.d lovely neat,
xas upik-;>ai) orr her he id.
While ntmphs who breath the city air*
> their moi mag§ \tafte in bed j
\ p m z sa!!v fing* as &v4ark clear,
with milk-pall on her head.
Her floe-black eyes their luftre take,
train virttfs only bre3 i
Her hofoni ne'er felt coafcious ache,
fince im!k-pai! graced her head.
For courtly dames * ne*er fliali fret*
but ah I would Sally 'we'd,
•Fd blcfo the (pot
we*R2cr
with miik»pJl on; her h$adJ
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S H O R T R E P G S E,
ELow on foft winds, defcend loft rais* •
<' to foothe my tender woes \ . '
Ycur fofemn mafic lulls my pain, •
and gives me llwtt repofe.
The fr/n that makes all jptuare .gay,
diftyrbs my wearied *;yes,
And in dark Andes t Watte the day,
where echo Helping lies.
The & pity mr, O gentle lo?e !
and come to my relief,
'Let innocence and virtue prove,
a fsicrificc to grief.
MY S r U Q B O R N H E A R t
r r EN years5 lilce
T roy, ray ftfl&hgrn heart,
.4 wkhftoocl the u flank of fond ddire :
Bui now, aht:;! I feel the fmarf,
poor L like 'Troy, lam fet on fire.
With care we may a pile fee ere* ,
and from all; common fpark? deft ad ;
But, Oh ! who can a houfe feore.
when the celefttel flames defcemh
11.lis was I fafe? til! from your eyes
definitive fire are brightly .given ;
Ah I who can rtuin the warm lurpnie,
when Printed by lightning comesSaltcisrket, x8o;lo! t.fte J.%. M. Bob*nfe*, from heaven*
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The Cruel Father. Or, The Loyal Lover's Downfal. To which are added, The Royal George. The Milking-Pail. Short Repose. My Stubborn Heart.
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The Loyal Lover's Downfal.
The Royal George.
The Milking-Pail.
Short Repose.
My Stubborn Heart.
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8 pages
15 cm
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Woodcut image of a man, woman, and child selling chapbooks, on the title-page.
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Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow
Royal George (ship)
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<a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland </a>
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AFTY MILLER
MI'S TAKEN BATCHELQR
TO WHICH ARE A3 DEI?.
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CIT7 gallant! pf'Britain, I pray now draw near,
Trie tricks of a mijlec you quickly fhall bezr>
h ^ffitlemar; had a fine water mill,
.And m it this poor honqft milter d|d dwell,
But fortune did frown as it. doth appear,
f ie could pay ho tent -for the fprase of'two rear.'
Fal lal de r a ) , k . d e , etc.
T h e Landlord re£o!v\l he would make no t r i f e t
T h o ' greatly itrfUni d with the poor Miller's wife,
ITnrj e$ M j i k r , he cry\i, I beg vou'llnot moan.
For i t you catj't pay me, piuv let it a 1 one,
Come, come to the tavern* it h niy dedgn,
T o givf yo?i tire thare of a bottle c£ wine.
Fal lal de ral, etc.
Bring mellow
wine, as we af- may fup^ofe
i
Landlord cries Ms-Ikf, my mm4 I'll
fe >
?
T]f true, I'm in lore '^-irh your
And if you'll confen!y I ft} all ly by her SSJ^
I ft&sui furrtnder with r he£rt
•Ths rent drat you cwemjs a/*d give
the
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FaMa! dc r a i / e r c v .
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Kind Sir, fays the- Miller, I grant, your defire,
T V wife Vat your will
?y
you pieafe to iy by her
-I freely cunfent, you JhaH &a?e your will,
Init now lei's hate writings concur rsi&g the mSI 5
W i t h aM nay. heart the Landlord diq fay,
We'll have them dr£wWl#fs without fe'^re delay*
Fal lal de raV-
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duotn the Miller, Jfc will be a jeer, •
If that we in public do B r i t app«ur ;
T o Uvc. both our credits, aaad bring k to
I have tn the meadow ^ d.*stit j ilie ai'a,
That will appear better the torn Ufa: ta ft!!t
For- the lend of the a.fe you mail give rnv t h e tpir.
Fal h i de ral, etc.
Well faid,(ajstWLafidtor4»^3t will
tf^heftrife,
But y ou know that my meaning's to I y with your wif*.
Indeed, fays the^Miiler, yoifivaliti 3 ve your delight*
Bur who ChaU we get this bond for to write ;
As fortune would have it tke Parfon came by,
T h e Landlord he faw him, and, to him did cry*
Fal lal do ral, etc.
Kind Sir, hecers a bond I beg you will fill,
T h a t 1 fiive to t h i s Miller a good water ni|U t
And quit him the rent (o* two years
And all for the lending t o \ q e bift the afe.
That h a foad
the Parfoti "did fay,
T h e bond i will fill without mere <feUy«
Fal lal de ral* etc.
W h e n the Miller the bond irt his pocket had go:
Took leave of his l a n d l o r d , & homeward
trot.
H e whirled and fung,
hugh'd in his lie eve.
T o think how , I s l l a n d b r d he m i i n t ' t o deceive*
T h e bond is fecure* the bargain is faft,
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In Head of my wife he (hall
my ihe
Fal lal de ral, etc,
T h e Gentleman he was as briflc as an ee!5
And foon the iffeatt morning feme1 courage did fee!i
H e callM to his man, and he gave him a glafs,
Bay lug, Go to the Miiier arid fetch h h fht afs,
!
' l \ W mind that you get your ilory qmte pvcs
Hell-know what you tp$aOj but—^vum k
Fai-'.lALde raf, etc,
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T h e fervant he-down to the Miller dic>haffe,
A n d told him b i ^ M a t t e r trnili have his Ihe aft.
T h e Miller he fmil'd, but noihin&he faid,
But taking a halter, goes Sown to the m e a d ;
f h z b leading tVs, afs u p j aftd :wht« he- b / d o n e >
/ T h e fervant -fa-id Miller, fJrc- this k high• rcn. . •.
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Fal l a i d e fal A etc,
.
My IvliikrV, Commands TO quickly obey,
T h e n taking the a(s|ve led hci: p , : ^
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As the Mailer'b-adui^r'd, he fw^^p cl out the hall,
• And fobn it became'a-Qie a'Va iiaii !
But the wine and the foWls he, kepi for hh pains.,
For the&fs it was dumb, .and couid not connphnn.
Fa] iai de raJ, etc,
W h e n her came"to his Maftr-r, be wbifpering-fud,
Sir, I've-brought home that rn^rdefomc j'*de,
T h a t ' s well* iaid>the Muter^ my cdunfel now keep,
I far-cy by this time ilie want3 for to fleep,
Go tell thehoiiftk&iper to put her to bed, ~
W i t h ci/an hoi land (heels, and the beft coverlid,
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Fvil lal de ral, e t a
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. Ti:e h'oufekeeper <? fervants they h u g h M amain,
3
T o hear that the a is in bed ipuft be late. > ' T h e n madam v.vs.djefv^, m her pimiers fo, ne? t,
«Aftd ; 'they;-pusher to bed* Eiid* covered h&r fcetfT h e y bid her ly dill} fo they all went to r i f t .
But upw comes. the end and cream'of., the jeft;
Fal lal.de raL etc. K\ v U j i .
' T : c Maftq* c i i t c home quite p ! ea^d to the life.
And. thought• t&>err/yf*ce the Mil!:-;^ fair wife
aiking'his'u^i'i if his dear, w w atleep, .
'Ami.into .the r£bik ^ f a f t i y dtd-sreepl ..
J a c k lau&ht till he pilU and cn.^t up for to fee*
V]t»v his
and Jenny d u N e - i / t o **grec. £>•&{
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- He, fat down on; the bed, a ad the afe gave \ •groan %
f i e f|id,raVLj dear
I beg yoiu'iU)£»t nvaxi j"
I long have Vdiftired^'ju/ b e ^ u . t i m ! \ .
And r e w I l u r e hoa£ht-ydu, ' will you embrace,
8 / then into be a he tu nhWd Smziti,' .
,
But to his furpdfc he was iic.k'd oitf afvip.
Fal ial ,de rai, <tc» ; 4
•x • f
, ,
,
W h a t frhe de vii is this
my c h a x h
h i d he.
Said Jacfe> ptIs tHt afs that cfte'MiHe/ I'v/irmt.
That jo^tfe o f a IVliiler has t r c k ' d me a: lift,
in Read of hi? ^ e has fent, his ibe'afs.
T h e n hc'faid to his k r v m t s , my ^oimfel pr^.y keep,
And turn this dam n'd ^fs ktta. the ftftzti •
FaUal He- ralf etc.
•
.• .
T h e afs flic was.found the tirxt day at a fair,
W h i ch m ad e a]! the con m r y ga (Ter s to ft $ re»
T h e 'pinners and fbvoci they tuok from her hide,
And h d d it convenient the-afc fhouid be ery'd*
X-he Miilef he came, arid the afs he did own,
And thro' cHry village the fiery was known.
Fal h i de ral 3 etc,
F A
R E W
E L
TO
S F
R I N G .
TJ* A H E W E L to fpfing* virgins and ww*,,
JL Blithe bfcom when f;f?ron grows chifk.
O u r haf>/cflis'c^me, come lads W yearceapfag>
T o u r fickies aYe keen, come lads to your r e a p i n g
Corns iailt* to glean, piotfghj aud^fo'v*
T h e f u u peepe fo broad, and rhe tve-ylighi^isfl^n*
T h e dawn :crf the morning throws o i f ^ e grey gown.
Come lads lo youf labour,
welcome the day*
< YQWX hearty r e a l ' s meat shall .yjaw; l a b o u r . » y .
�r. *;>
Hocgr crbfs his fnculder from the b?jh hcir$ a fl;
W|ni(l Nell crofFes the (tile, on her head afuUp^il,
Our Cattle well fodder'd, to the cottage
hafte,
No other piins take, on brown bread make a fen ft.
Neither courtly nor colliy nor hook-learnt we ftiow*
Plain drdiing." plain dealing is all that we kvow,
No cares run acrofs us, but thofe loves we find,.
Thofe cared If your fweetheart ptoves but .kitfd.
ttMieafli
T H U N D E R IN G R O A R I N G
GUNS.
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^ t i e m c n all come liftem to ray merry f o n g v
! i s o f t h enob 1 e H o r n fi d o s 3: U) i d Fe u d r o y a n 15
T h e braved engagement that ever was fee a ,
"Was by a Brititii fliip in the bay of Carthagcne.
C-Ho'r.' Where was thundering and roaring,
RaUFing and roaring,
Where was thundering and rearing gut]£,
Thundering and roaring-guns,
So clear was the morning and glorious the day,,}
As we were & cruifmg in Carthagene bay>
Five fail cf the French \ve ch*iWU for iosaeet,
Came bearing down diredly upon the Biitifti
With their thundering and roaring, etc.
T h e n our admiral gave the % n a l for t& chac?f
"When courage appeai'd in each Briton's lace ;
T h e Monmouth got up with the b t i v - Foudrdyabt/
And fo fell to firing with their Key ding-o-dpng
With thiir thuiidwnng and roaring, etc.
At fix ik the evening we faw them e n g a g e
T h e Pou drey ant and Monmouth were fp enragVifl
They itrovt-ior vldory, but all was ;n vain,
p e t iiritons Will always'he lotds of the main,
Whfc t b e i r ' t f a i n d i i i t g ^ ^ r c i r f e ^ ,
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ftrar^hr 0 Cymmons difj>atcV4 by pa-Is deafh,
When brave caltn^l Gwd'nzr f&rrender'd his breath,
F[&tit on my brave heroes, 'tis 'all I require,
Then H^e a Bntirh ^ilor fp bravely did expire ^
By his thundering and roaring* etc.
Then Ufce a Ktile dgvil the Monmouth did fight,
AgainS the great Odliah in the dead of night,
W i t h broadnd« for broadfi d e t a c h other alike.
And after Jihirtecn glaiTes compelPd them to ftrike*
By our t*anderitig and roaring, etc.
B £ A U T I F U L
N A N C Y.
* " ^ p Was down in a vllley, by the ficjeof a grore,
I By a clear chry fta! fountain I faw my true love%
T h e bitds were * fingiri**, $he lambs were at play,
O n a bank of fweet violets ITK car itlly lay.
When kr ft I beheld h*:r my heart wa^ furprizM*
By the bloom of her cheeks, and her fp^rkling ^yes j
>cungtJt<pid ^afi era?!, he dir^flcd his dart,
For the fake of my Nancy the wounded my heart.
Now here in this torment f flill do remain,
L i t e a thi-^f t hat's fent ene'd,I'm bound i n love's chain,
N o peace night or d^y can my heart ever find,
Thvr thoughrs of my Nancy fo trouble my mind.
Bring me pen, ink, $nd paper* ail tor to write,
T© my beautiful Nancy, my joy and delight,
SWscharming,
beautiful^ fhe';? pretty & fair,
There's jigne in the country c«m with her compare.
Small bir^s
the brandies stc hie (With a mate,
T h e dove is a mourning for my bagkfs fate,
T h s 4 a r k with h&rfirfe •rimes"
atbg ihe air,
' 8;i«gs m*? no ghd tidings from t^y dea:<:£ jjear.
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'Farewcl <3tared Nancy, ttnec we mini psrted be,
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to.tbv mountsms whtre ncme fhal! me fee,
T h e rocks Chafl bide tne, lie bring m e t a my gra^e.
So fere we I Naucy, fince 1 cannot you have*
A FAVOURITE H U N T I N G
S O N G .
H
A rk ! the Imntfman's be$un to ffmn-d the fhrill
coiif>e quickly unkennel the hounds, (horn,
' T f t & beautiful f l i t t e r i n g golden ey'd morn,
'we'llcbace the fox over the grounds
See yonder Hts Reynard fo crafty and fly,
come fiddle your couriers apape,
1 he hounds have s fcent, and are ;n\ In full cry,
they ioirg to be giving him ehace.
r
T h e \v>rfcirtn are mounted; & fteeds feel the fpur*
and fwiftly they fepur i? along,
Rjpi;T after the fox runs each muiicsl cur f
follow, follow, my boys, is the fonV.
Over mountain? and valises they fkina it away,
now fleyriard*s aimed ou! of fight,
But Tooner than'Iofe him we'll fpen'd all the day
in hunting, for that's their delight.
By eager piirfuirg they have him at
he's fo tii'd, poor rogue, down he lies
Now darts up afrefh, young Siiap hm him fafl:,
^ he trembles, kicks, ftruggtes, m d 'dies.
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The Crafty Miller; or, The Mistaken Batchelor, To which are added, Farewel to Spring. Thundering Roaring Guns. Beautiful Nancy. A Favourite Hunting Song.
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The Mistaken Batchelor,
Farewel to Spring.
Thundering Roaring Guns.
Beautiful Nancy.
A Favourite Hunting Song.
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8 pages
15 cm
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Woodcut image of a man, woman, and child selling chapbooks, on the title-page.
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks </a>
<a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland </a>
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Woodcut on title-page portraying Group of 3 men wearing feathered caps and wearing plaid (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick
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T o % b c are added,
v |h
The
PARSON'S
FAT
WEDDEIi
T h e ' C A R E S OF A M A R R I E D
T H E
V I R G I N ' S
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K I N G H E N R Y V , bis Conqtieft o f F R A N C E ,
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in Revenge for the Affront offered by the
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F R E N C H K I N G : in f e n d i n g h i m ( i n f t e a d
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of ten t O W S of G O L D , the Tribute)
three T E N N I S B A L L S ,
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A • S our King lay mujing on his bed*
he•-bethought Ivimfeif upon, a xmz f
O f a tribute that was due from France, *
fcad not; hern paid for lb long a time.
Fa! lal, &c*
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G.fae culled for his lovely Page,
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his lovely Page then, called he j »
-Sayings Y w r a u f t go to the King in France,
to the King m Fance, blr, ride (pcedty.
T ^ m went sway this lovely Page,
ibis lovely
' the a .away (lev he ?
Whea bc ca^e to the King in Fraotfe,
he "fell low down.upba his knee*
I\\f IvMcr pMti yvu, v;orthj Sir,
TEN TON -OF' gold thit IS dm'to he,
''That yoti would Tend turn
ho^e,
or in ^refcch land you . koxx thJl him fee*
»
Your Matter's yo; ng zm of tender years, ~ rot fit to come 'ump my degree :
1 will fend him three TENNIS-BALLS>
1 hat .with them ht may learn to play.
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0 ' t h f B fmrned thi\ lovely Pager,
th\6 lovely P'ige then retortt$j he.
' And'when he c&mi 10 our'gracious. King,
he fell low down or, his beaded
* W h a t news? what ntml
my trait y Page,
what is the news you've b r i g h t t4 naef
I've brough i (uch news f ro m t he Kiagia France.
< that he aud you -willfce'er agree*
H e fays, You're o f young
t o i l e r ye^rS*
not fit to come' to h k ^ e g r e e i,
And
he WILL fend j L u t h i e e T E N N I S ^ A L L G ^ /
that with them you may leani toplayc
Aecftfit me Cheshire and Lsacalhire,-and Derby Wills that are fo f r e e :
N o marry M man, nor widow's foe :
for no widow's- curfc. fcall go with me»
They recraitcd Ch^hire and L^ncalhirc,
aad Derby Hills that are fo free :
N o marry'd mm, nor widow's f o i l :
yet there was a jovial hold company*
O then he/march'd into the French land,
with
aad trumpets fo merrily,
And then befpoke the King ra France,
lo, f c aiter comes proud X i n g Heary*
T h e urH: i l m that the-Frenchmen gave,
they kiif'd our ^BAglifttnen fo free \
kilPd m i d e f e n d of the French,
the reft o f ihcro tbey
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Livl^Ylitn we marched to ^ans gates,
W|th drums and trmupcts fo i i m i l y ,
O in-err hcfpoke the Kiog in France,
TS^tve mercy Lmxl^n my mea and me,
O 1 will fend k m hh tribute koine* •
ten tun of gold th^t .was due to he,
A n d the'bed Slower that is in all France,,
to the Rofe in England 1 will give f i f e ,
T H E P E O N ' S F a t WE'DBER..
S ) ,f A R; T i N M A S i - 'W come on, •
j [ V I ard Chriftrnas Is drawing near :
Asv.
buve nothing in fhc houfe.
' % to ji^ke.good•:C iitiifhnas cheer., FaL&Cr
The little ^ee boy h t V f t ^ d i o g . h y , - •
fearing what his father did fay,
lather, y e ' l i kill, the Minster's Wedder, _ and •
have nnutoa withdtit delay*
The PiieS ire has'a. good fat Wedder,
Sis €*er
fed
corn or gr^fs:
1'TC gpfc'fome crumbs of bread in kif pockety
PiVwyk 'the Weddfer into ihs h W e * .
• W e will pi2t on- the jnelklo ktttl^" \
• and ftuks .helow't. to brake it befi;
Arid we will H i the Minuter'a Wedicr,- '
and wVH feve "muno:n';\vithcat afo4toiI*
•The.little wee boy 'sjccs.ta the v*ecd*\
add ay fae msrrnV-as- lie fang f '
\
M y i t & z - : t m liH'd the M i s t e r * * W e l d e r ,
'N
nve^tl
thh to; any man.
�The Minifier being ia ihe woo.i,
leading hts hark agaioft an oak.:
If you'llfingthr. longmthe elmreh reborrow
I'll* give yea a crown bat and a new coat
The morrow It being Ohri&mas iky,
the Miniftix hp imlft be die re
T h e people all fbckM to the chore V
jiift A rfi%*d been gotog to a 1W.
S
The Manlier** goae to the chursh*
the congregation fcr to virw ;
Therc'll he a"hoy
V
^ will iing foug lhat Will lie true-
,
The'little V/ee boy camera the' church, ^
and ay fae merrily as he
I -catch'd the Prieit ift bed vfith my mother,
I woiii-i not tell dm to any man.
You are a liar, fays the
a$ iurc's in the pulpit
1 i*ever was in bed with
nor yet fo sigh as VJ
Prieft
I do fiancf |
your mother,
touch her ha\uL
Then you are a liar, fays the boy,
\
as fare's la the pulpit you do kneel j \
I catclicd you • in. bed with -my mother, \
' your breeches hanging dowa to your
The Miiiifter being quite a limned, .
\ \V
the people.
a loud huzza $ .
Running all mad-out. or the ciinvch, •
• crying inch a Prieft wc never faw.
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But you W:\rxld ha?e hr^hl if yon knf but feeff,
how the litre wee boy kept up the joke?
Ruiieiag out after the mkifter* crying^
give me my crown Sir ami my new coat,
The Paribn has- run quit<? opt. of, the pari(h5
left hshmd him;his c h u r c h . h p wealth;
T h e bey & hh mother fed-well on the Wv*dd6i%
ar every meal :h$y 'dm.uk hh health
THE C M E S OF A* MLAHKiEU .Lll 7 £, '
Tk M Y gown w ^ of tae. London Mack,
j L i ' t . and many a yard about;
M y petticoat was a fc&xiet red,
and lae'd about my f o o t :
Chor. Chen mm i i maid, a maid,
arid joy\fkmc to me then*
Both meal and drink and rich clothing-,
Fin fore i wanted mm*
My ftockbgf, they were tightly wrought,
made of the fiacft fiik,
My (hoes v/ere of the Spanifli leather,
my hur kles were of the gilt,
jThen,
My foork was of the white bleachM linen,
as w&ite' as the driven fnaw,
T h e b4k that was about my middle*
was {ilk and filver a\
The Wads hang black about my neck,
ar!d:many a ring therein,
l i e cap ot fawn was. on my head,
was.*'well worth tea f i l i n g *
�T!lere cime a young man to n?y bed-fide,
• tidk\l mt i f C would'wdt* "
He was* fa fall of roarkfis,
f agreed to 'What-be faid
Cher
Pbfcn
i a wife, a
aB'd'-loVKIW came t*>
shofc*
Both care and ii'rile ana n Wearied life,
I W'ftite"" - t "'
M y gown- it was of' the
'Mack,
and Bever a y a r d about;
M y peuicoat of the courfeft grky. '
. ail rags ii&trv the
Then, &c t
My (lockings '^ere the prim-rofe caiTd,
, aH clooted roiim! about,;.
My
t>f Alt Sjpkjoifti I w theft,
tiae/b3't6mt> of ihem-wi-re out, fheb',
My frnock was of the unbkach'd hard,
and many a hole therein ; -
The belt that wes about ray middle,
was a. goo3 toat&rea firing.
Then, &e#
The beads bang black about my neck,
said ntver a ring therein :
'
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The cap cf Bwtt; was on my head,
was fearce worth one' farthing.
C f i O R U 3:
\a;ifc,
f
y
And -hen v/a* I
a. w m f .
fontnv camc io'san'then, .
- Both care at?d ftriFc, ..an^d a, w a r y life*'
Tm fare I
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T H E
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V I R G I N ' S
W A L K*
% T O U N G Ccelia in her tender years,
1
.the rofe bur on its ftaliy
Fili'd with the VirginVmodeft fears,
[lepp'd /forth one cv'n to walk.
She oft had heard of Love's blind Bcy ?
sad Xvifh'd to find him cat,
Fxpe&iiig lor to find the joy,
of which fhe'd been in doubt,
A plrafant fhady grove fhe fpy*d,
wher trembling afpbns fivook.
Clofe to it's flow'ry verge did glide,
a murm'riog limpid brook.
A mentor fishing there fhe founds
fhe heard l|fm talk of love, .
His crook lay by him on the ground,
^ while thus he prayM to jove.
«
Grant, mighty Pow*c l that f mjy find,
fome eafe within this'bread: ;
Grant ilM my Cselia bay be, ldr>d3
and make Amyator b k f u •
Cram her to know the force of love,
snd to her fwain's ddire,
Grant but of me the may approve*
a«d ^iore Flf ne'er require,
^ Giafgow, rrintecl by J; 5 M. llobeitfro, S ait market, iSosc
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Woodcut 009: Title-page illustration in double-ruled rectangular borderof a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts: two are playing a bagpipe, one is playing a drum, and one is holding a sword. They are standing in a row next to a well dressed man. who is wearing a hat and long coat.
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The Conquest of France by King Henry Vth. To which are added, The Parson's Fat Wedder. The Cares of a Married Life. The Virgin's Walk.
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1802
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<a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923290913505154">s0488b26</a>
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The Parson's Fat Wedder.
The Cares of a Married Life.
The Virgin's Walk.
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8 pages
15 cm
Description
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Woodcut #<span>09: Illustration on title-page of a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick.</span>
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks </a>
<a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland </a>
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson
Type
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ballads & songs
Subject
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War
Courtship and Marriage
Henry V, King of England, 1386-1422
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# of Woodcuts: 1
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1801-1810
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson
Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (military)
Fashion (Clothing): coat
Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet
Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire
Fashion (Clothing): jacket
Fashion (Clothing): kilt
Fashion (Clothing): knee breeches
Fashion (Clothing): military
Fashion (Clothing): sporran
Fashion (Clothing): upper class
Gender: man/men
Musical Instruments: bagpipe(s)
Musical Instruments: drum(s)
Occupation: soldier
Outdoor Scene
Weapons: sword(s)
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4 €omie Songs*
Rab Rory son's bonnet,
The auld Highlandman.
M j eye and Betty Martin.
The Carle he cam o'er the craft.
KILMARNOCK:
POINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS,
�COMIC SONGS.
RAB RORYSON'S
BONNET.
TUNE— H The auld wife o> the
glen"
YB*LL A' ha'e heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet,
Ye'll a' ha'e heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet,
'Twas no for itsd', 'twas the head that was in
it,
Gar'd a' bodies talk o' Rab Roryson's bonnet.
This bonnet, that theekit his wonderful* head,
Was his shelter in winter, in summer his shade,
And, at kirk or at .market, or bridals, I ween,
A braw gaueier bonnet there never was seen.
Wi* a round rosy tap, like a meikle blackboyd,
It was slouch'd just a kenning on either hand side,
Some maintam'd it was black, some maintam'd it
was blue,
It had something o* baith as a body may trew.
But, in sooth, I assure you, for ought that I saw,
Still his bonnet had naething uncommon ava,
Tho the haill parish talk'd o' Rab Roryson's
bonnet,
T w a s a? for the marvellous head that was in it. 1
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That head—let it rest—it is now in the mools,
T h o ' in life a' the warld beside it were fools,
Yet o' what kind o' wisdom his head was possess
Nane e'er kent bat himself sae there's nans that
will miss't.
THE AULD
HIGHLANUMAN.
TUNE—Killiekrankie
HERSEL pe aughty eirs an twa
T e twenty-tird o ' May, man :
She twal amang te Heelen hills
Apoon te reefer Spey, man,
Tat eir tey faught te Shirramoor,
She first peheld te licbt, man;
T e y shot my fater in tat stour,—
A plaugit, vex an spite, man.
Tve feucht in Scotlan' here at ha me,
In France an' Shermame, man ;
A n ' cot tree tespurt pluddy oons
Peyon te 'Lantic sea, man.
Put wae licht on te nasty gun,
Tat ever she be born, man j
File koot cleymqre te gristle guard
Her leaves pe never torn, man.
Ae tay I shot, an* shot, an' shot
Fan e'er it cam my turn* man.
Put a te fors tat I cood-gie.
My powier wadna burn man :
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A filthy loun kam wY his gun,
Resolvt to too me harm, man ;
An* wi' te dirk upon her nose
Ke me a pluddv arm, man.
I flang my gun wi' a* my might.
An' fellt his ndper teet, man;
Tan trew my sworr, an' at a straik
Hewt aff tee half o's heed, man,
Pe vain to tell o' a' my tricks;
My oons pe nae tisgrace, man ;
Ter no pe yin pehint my back,
Ter a' before my facef man.
Frae Roman, Saxon, Pick, an' Dane*
We hae cot muckle skaith, man;
Yet still te Scot has kept his ain,
In spite oy a* their teeth, man.
Ten rouse my lads, and fear nae fae;
For if ye're keen an' true, mans
Although te French be sax time maef
She'll never konker you, man.
I'm auld an* stiff, an* owr my staff,
Can gang but unco slaw, man;
But sood te Frenchmen be sae taft
As venter here awa, man,
My swort, tat now is auld and plant,
I'll sharp upon a st*ne, man,
An* hirple toon unto te kost,
An* faug'it for Shorge m* fame* man.
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M Y E Y E AND BETTY
Air—Jaclcey
MARTIN.
Tar"
SOME Folks, when they are called to sing,
They say they can do no such thing,
And make a mighty fuss just at starting, oh I
And some at setting off,
Oh ! they say they have got a cough,
Bat that is all my eye and Betty Martin^ oh ?
The statesman, at election,
All palaver and affection,
Brags that ir your cause he's true and hearty, oh !
If wise, you'll nev^r mind him,
For promises, you'll find them,
T o be only all my eye and Betty Martin, oh !
The soldier, from the wars,
All covered o'er with scars,
Brags what battles and what honours he's had
part in, oh !
But should he after all,
In battle chance to fall,
His honour s all my eye and Betty Martin* oh !
The doctor, when you're ill,
Prescribes a powder or a pill %
First fetfls your pu'se then shakes his kead at
starting, o h !
Get better or get worse,
Why the doctor fills his purse;
But the cure is all my eye and Betty Mar tin, oh!
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Next comes the man of law,
In his conscience not a flaw,
His opinions ever ready to his starting, o h !
In gaining of an action,
There's much joy and satisfaction,
But the costs are ali my eye and Betty Martin,
oh !
Then there's the man of love,
Swears by the powers above,
For you with life he's ready to be parting, oh !
When married, isn't it strange,
Lord bless us, what a change,
Loire then is ail my eye and Betty Martin, oh !
Well, after all this pother,
About one thing and t'other,
Lets hope the times will mend with which we're
smarting, oh !
If not, I tell you what,
W e all must go to pot,
For to live is all my eye and Betty Martin, oh !
i HE C A R L E HE C A M O ' E R
C R A F r.
THE
Original-Time.
THE doitit auld carle cam o'er the craft,
W ? his auld beard ntwlki shaven ;
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H e glowrt at me as he had been daft—
The carle trow'd that I would hae him!
Hout awa I winna hae him !
Na, na, i winna hae him ;
The carle's fey to think that I
Wi* a' his gowd and gear wad hae him*
He whaisled and hostit as he cam in,
W i ' his auld beard newiin shaven;
Syne wytitthe reek and the frosty win',
An* glowrt at me as I would hae him.
Hout awa, &c.
Wi* welcome my minnie bade him come ben,
Wi* his auld beard newiin shaven ;
He hunkirt him down like a clockin hen,
And fleyret at me as 1 would hae him.
Hout awa, &c»
He steer'd the ingle, an* dightit his beik,
WT his auld beard newiin shaven;
Says,
Lassie, wad ye a gudeman like,
That lo'es you leal, gin ye wad hae him,"
Hout awa, &c.
Wi' horses an* sheep, an' owsen and kye,
An' cottar folk mail an kain to pay him;
And fouth and rowth, and a heart, forby,
As canty's a crick, gin ye wad hae him."
Hout awa, &c.
u
WV a gude stane house, an* a pantry bein,
An9 chiel nor chare to want them frae him;
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An9 himsel' baith feirie and crouse at e ? ea,
T o cuddle wi' you, gin ye wad hae him/'
Hout awa, &c.
« Gae was ye dozent poor body, gae wa,
W i ' your auid beard newlin shaven ?"
Blear'd, fusionless, fitiess, and fey faith a',
H o w can the daft carle hid me hae him ?
Hout awa, &c.
Forsooth, threescore winna do for me,
W i ' his auld beard newlin shaven;
Auld gerrons they downa to labor lee,
And a chiei maun be stark or I hae him,
Hout awa, &e.
FINIS.
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Rob Roryson's bonnet.
The Auld Highlandman.
My eye and Betty Martin.
The Carle he cam o'er the craft.
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8 pages
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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5 Scots Songs.
The Star of the East.
wee thing,
the world.
• KILMARNOCKPKItrrrt FOR THE BOOKSELLERS *
�SCOTS SONGS.
T H E STAR OF THE EAST,
OF late you have heard of two lovers
That lived near yon castle so high ;
T o the green woods they of times resorted*
While the o w l from the forest did ery.
When 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,
' T w a s there they their minds did disclose.
He told her her worth was so precious,
T h a t he never could her deceive:
Enraptured with love she exclaimed,
If you do, my death on you I'll leave.
The rays of her pleasure shone brighter
Than the beams of 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 wrrow was made for to flow.
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Unmoved with the groans that she uttered.
He wantonly to her did say*
For marriage I am not disposed,
Then homeward he set on his way,
She cried, remember ypur promise*
For you know that to you J'm with child;
Aspiring for one that was greater,.
The star of the East he beguiledDistracted she ran through the woodl^Jf,
Her bosom still heaving with fain;
No answer was made to her sighipg*
But the rocks that re-echoed again.
Soon death's icy drops hang suspended
On the brow of this beauty betrayed ;
To those boisterous wave's she's fyow bended,
In death's robes she now is arrayed.
When I visit the tomb of this lassie,
Some spirit it whispers to me,
A victim to love lies here buried.
Where youth bloomed ir* every eyfc.
N o more by yon castle she wanders,
To love she is no more a slave,
Bereaved of all earthly comforts,
She mouldering now lies in *he grave.
THE B O N N Y
WEE
THING.
BONNY wee thing, canny wee thing,
Lovely wee thing wert thou mine *
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I wad wear thee in my bosom.
Lest my jewel should tine*
Wishfully I look and languish
In that bonny face of thine 5
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest thy wee thing be na mine.
Wit and grace, and love and beauty,
In ae constellation shine;
To adore thee is my duty
Goddess o' this soul o' mine !
T H E W A E S O' T H E WORLD.
THE waes o' the world I am going to review,
And a few observations you'll find them all true,
The auldruling custom of our grandmother's days,
Are always composed a thousand old ways,
And if you'll give ear to my humorous themes,
You'll see how the world has turned in these
fangled times.
There is bite upon bite take the world as it goes,
The one half lives, and the other half ne'er knows
For to scart up a living as they can contrive,
And others are failing while others do thrive,
Some with all their endeavours both by night and
day,
And those that take no care shall thrive better
than they.
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And if by misfortune the world it should frown,
Who so ready as your neighbour to run you
down ?
They'll speak mighty civil, speak fair to your face,
They'll go clattering about and tell every one
your case;
They will backbite and slander, and reputation
thrall,
And privately rejoice to see your downfall.
And if you'll believe me, believe me, lads, i'ts true,
And if you've got no money, they've no friendship for you;
Fine words sound well, sir, as times now go,
You're a gentleman indeed, sir, if you've got fine
clothes,
To swagger and palaver, and make the people
think
That you are a man of property, and got plenty
of clink ;
And if you're poor in apparel or rife,
You're disdained like a beggar, and looked down
on like a thief.
THE
TIN-WARE
LASS.
One evening not long ago*
Being in the spring time of the year:
With rosy cheeks and crimson cloak,
This maid stepped forth all with her ware.
I thought that she no mortal was,
As near to me she did advance;
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Then 1 found she was no deity,
But a handsome charming tin-ware lass.
Then my fancy I did feed,
AH on the fairest of her sex,
With her long links of yellow hair,
That fell in ringlets on her neck.
But now she's gone, I'm almost mad,
The young men flock to see her pass.
To see who's fortune it might be,
For to enjoy the tin-ware lass.
Was I a lord, peer, or champion,
Or crowned with high and noble deeds,
I would lay by such dignities,
And dress myself with rustic weeds.
The rural life would be my choice,
In hopes that it might come to pass,
That I might meet upon the green
My handsome charming tin-ware lass.
There's Paris Priam's darling son,
Of his beloved Hecuba ;
Juno, Venus, or Minerva,
Fairer sure he never saw,
Had he but seen this fair image,
When in her simple rural dress,
He would have called her a goddess,
She is my handsome tin-ware lass.
Had prince Leander seen this maid,
He never would for his Hero's charms
�Ventured to swim the raging main,
i )r died in Neptune's watery arms,
For she is the queen of all that scene,
There's none on earth can her surpass,
Above all the maids from Cork to Aberdeen,
I mean my charming tin-ware lass,
i$ut now she is gone, I am left alone*
My blessing still attend this fair;
May guardian angels still conduct her,
And of my dulling take good cate.
And if she returns I will cease to mourn,
And drown all sorrows in a glass \
With cheerful voice I will rejoice,
And welcome home my tin-ware lass,
i pray forbear you gentle nine,
And cease to aid my simple muse;
And to my great astonishment*
Return to bring the willing news ;,
For Hymen has the knot now tied,
And she for the'marriage bed did dress-;
John Williamson of birth and fame*
H® now enjoys the tin..ware lass.
HIGHLAND
MARY.
Ye banks and braes., and streams *ra»n4
The castle o9 Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers*
Your waters never drumiie,.
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There simmer first unfaulds her robes,
And there they langest tarry :
For there I took the Jast fareweel
O' my sweet Highland Mary,
How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk,
How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
As underneath their fragrant shades
I clasped her to my bosom !
The golden hours, on angel-wings,
Flew o'er me and my dearie,
For dear to me as light and life,
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
W i ' monie a vow and locked embrace.
Our parting was fu* tender ;
And pledging aft to meet again,
W e tore ourselves asunder:
But Oh 1 fell death's untimely frosty
That nipt my flower sae early !
Now green's the sod, and cauld's the day
That wraps my Highland Mary.
O pale, pale now, those rosy lips
I aft hae kissed sae fondly !
And closed for aye, the sparkling glance3
That dwelt on me sae kindly;
And mould'rmg now in silent dust.
That heart that lo'ed me dearly !
But still within my bosom's core3
Shall Mve my Highland Mary.
FINIS,
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The Star of the East.
The bonny we thing.
The waes o' the world.
The tin-ware lass.
Highland Mary.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #10 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Ballads and songs
Highlands
Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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5 €omie Songs
Life in London.
The Turnimspike.
Bobing John.
My love she's but a lassie yet.
Looney Mactwolter.
KILMARNOCK:
PRINTED FOR THE b o o k s s i j l e r s
�COMIC SONGS.
LIFE IN L O N D O N .
FM Lubin Lump, I've been to town*,
Folks said it was woncTrous silly ;
T h e coachman he did set me down
%
in a place called Piccadily.
No peace had I, where'er I stood,
Thinks 1, I'm surely undone,
When two fellows pushed me in the mud.
Then said it was life in London*
If this be life, says I, I spy,
Mine is a dirty station 5
T w o dashing girls came up to I,
T o soothe my aggravation;
Says they, We'll call the watch, good lad,
You're not the only one done.
My watch was gone I found, egad—
Fhey said it was life in London,
I thought that I was stro'ng and tsghtf
U p came a sturdy fellow,
W h o ax'd if 1 could mill,—that's fight,—
1 hen dr'opt his umbrella;
He biack'd my eyes, he broke my head,
I was glad when he'd his fun done,
But when I cried, " O h , ford, I'm dead !"
Foils said it was life in London
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The watchman said, I must wP him go.
Ami swore 'twas all my fault, sirs,
Cause I was nearly kilt d'ye know,
They grabb'd me for the assault, sirs,
They wi' me to the watch-house stole*
Where chaps my bruises fun'd on,
Then shov'd in a d
d black hole.
T o look at life in London.
Next morn, afore a magistrate,
They lugg'd me like a felon,
Where they did such a tale relate,
The like I'd ne'er heard tell o n :
They call'd me Jerry* I said, zounds,
At what a rate you've run on ;
And then they made me pay ten pounds,
For looking at life in London,
Says I, I've Toms and Jerries seen
Throughout this famous city,
But, lord, they make themselves such apes,
I thought it was a pity:
For 'prentice lads and dandy elves,
And folks that oft are dun'd on,
Seem anxious to expose themselves,
T o keep up life in London,
I pack'd my bundle, and thought one day
T o the country back I'd trundle,
A gemman said, so nation gay,
" Run for th' coach, I'll hold your bundle."
I broke my nose against a post,
Coach came, then I was undone,
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M y pockets were picked, and bundle lost.
W h i l s t I was looking at life in L o n d o n ;
So having suffered every ill,
I'll go back to my native village,
A n d leave such chaps themselves to mill 5
Whilst I attend to tillage:
A n d when my friends should wish to h e ^
Of city tricks, and f u n done,
I'll make them smile, as youVe done here,
A t the tricks of life in L o n d o n .
THE TURNIMSPIKE.
T u n e — « For a' that any a\ that"
H E R S E L pe Highland shentleman,
P e auld a Pothel prig, man \
And monie alterations seen
A m a n g the Law!and whig, man.
First w h e n her to the L o w l a n s cam,
Nainsel was driving cows, man s
T h e r e was nae laws about him a narse,
A b o u t the preeks or trouse, man*
Nainsel did wear the philabeg,
T h e plaid prik't on her shoulder ;
T h e gude claymore h u n g pe her pelt,
T h e pistol sharg'd wi* pouder.
E u t for whereas these cursed preeks,
W h e r e w i t h man's narse be locki^
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O hon, that e'er she saw the day !
For a' her houghs pe hrokit.
Every thing in the Highlands now
P e turn't to alteration;
T h e sodger dwal at our door cheek,
And that's te great vexation.
Scotland be turn't an England now,
And laws bring on te cadger:
Nainsel wad durk him for her deeds,
But oh she fears te sodger.
Another law cam after that,
M e never saw the like, m a n :
They mak a lang road on the crund,
And ca' him turnimspike, man.
And wow she pe a ponnie road,
Like Louden corn rigs, m a n :
W h a r tw£ carts may gang on her,
And no break others legs, man.
They sharge a penny for ilka hors,
In troth they'll be nae sheaper,
For nought but gaun upo' the crund,
And they gie me a paper.
They tak the hors then pe the head,
And there they mak them stand, man
Me tell'd tem me hae seen te day,
Tey had nae sic command, man.
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Nae doubts namsel maun draw his pars*
And pay them what him'a like, man,
1*1! see a shudgment 011 his tore,
That filthy turnimspike, man.
But I'll awa to te Highiand hills,
Whare ne'er a ane sail turn h e r ;
And no come near your turnimspike,
Unless it be to purn her.
BOBING
JOHN.
Original Tune.
H E Y for bobing John !
Kittle up the chanter!
Bang up a strathspey,
T o fling wi' John the ranter.
Johnnie's stout an* bauld,
Ne'er could thole a banter;
Bein in byre and fauld,
An' lassies, he's a wanter.
Back as braid's a door;
Bowhought like a filly;
Thick about the brans*
An' o'er the breast and belly.
Hey for bobing John !
Kittle up the chanter !
Queans are a' gane gyte,
;To fling wi' John the ranter.
Bonnie's his black e'e,
Blinkm' blythe, an' vogie,
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Wi* lassie on his knee*
In hi? nieve a cogie ;
Syne the lad will kiss,
Sweetly kiss and cuddle;
Gauld wad be her heart,
That could wi' Johnnie widdle,
Sonse fa ? bobing John j
Want an* wae gae by him ;
There's in town or land
Nae chiel disna envy him.
Flingin to the pipe,
Bobing to the fiddle,
Kneif was ilka lass,
That could wi' Johnnie meddle.
MY LOVE S H E ' S BUT A L \SSIE
YET.
M Y love she's but a lassie yet,
My love she's But a lassie yet,
We'll let her stand a year or twa,
She'll no be half sae saucy yet.
i rue the day I sought
I rue the day I sought
W h a gets her need na
But he may say he's
her, O,
her, Q,
say he's woo'd,
bought her, O,
Gome draw a drap o' the best o't yet,
Gome draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Qae seek for pleasure wha re ye .will,
But here f never miss'd it yet.
�s
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't,
W e ' r e a* dry wi' drinking o ' t :
T h e minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
H e could na preach for thinkin o't.
LOONEY
M&CTWOLTER.
O H , whack ! Cupid's a man akin ;
Smart on my heart he hit me a poller.
Good lack, Juddy O'FIannikin!
Dearly she loves siate Looney Mactwolter.
Judy's a darling, my kisses bhe suffers.
She's an heiress, that's clear,
For her father sells beer ;
H e keeps the sign of the cow and the snuffers.
She's bo smart,
From my heart,
I cannot bolt her.
Oh, whack, JudyO' FlannikihJ
She is the girl for Looney Mactwolter,
O h , whack, &c..
Oh, hone I good news I need a bit !
W e ' d correspond, but laming would choke her,
Mavrotie / — I cannot read a bit;
Judy can't tell a pen from a proker.
Judy's so constant, I'll never forsake h e r ;
She's as true as the moon ,
Only one afternoon,
I caught her asleep with a hunch-back shoemaker.
Oh, she's $o smart, &c,
FINIS.
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London, England
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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5 Scots Songs.
Death and the lady.
The Glenorchy maid.
Connel and Flora.
Blythe was she.
Sleeping Maggy.
KILM ARNO CK:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
�SCOTS SONGS.
death and the lady.
L A D Y , lay thy costly robes aside,
No longer must thou glory in thy pride; .
Take leave of. all your carnal vain delights,
I am come t o summon you away this night.
F A IR
W hat bold attempt is this, pray let me know,
From whence you came, and whither I'm to go ?
Must I, a Lady, either yield or bow
To such a pale-fac’d visage— W ho art thou ?
Do you not know me ? I shall tell you then :
'Tis I that conquers all the sons of men ;
No pitch of honour from my dart is free,
My name is Death, have you not heard of me ?
Yes, I have heard of thee time after time,
But being in the glory of my prime,
I did not know you would have call'd so soon,
W hy must my morning sun go down at noon.
To speak of noon thou may'st as well be mute.
For there's no time at all for to dispute,
I come to none but when my warrant's seal'd,
And when its seal'd, you must submit and yield.
�3
There’s many a one that lies in prison strong,
You may take them, and let me alone.
To kings and princes this favour I cannot give,
But cut them down, how can you expect to live.
I have one daughter, beautiful and fair,
Stay till I see her wed, and then I'll ask no more.
Leave her to Providence, for you must go
Along with me, whether you will or no.
Ye learned Doctors now come shew your skill,
And don’t let Death obtain on me his will;
Come, give me cordials, and let me comfort find,
My gold shall fly like chaff before the wind.
For all the gold and silver in your store,
You would not give one penny to the poor,
When they, like Lazarus, sought alms at your
gate,
Then you like Demas thrust them from your sight.
O heavy news, must I no longer stay,
How can I E GLENORCHY M AID. day;
TH answer at the Great Judgment
So, with a heavy sigh, her heart did break,
When the spreads her green velvet claes
And didspringpleasures of this world forsake. on
the common,
Then summer with flow’rs busks the sweet heather
braes,
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How rich then the view on the tow’ring Benlom
o,
n
d
W hen the loch’s silver waves meet the sun’s
ld
o
g en rays.
How clear ev’ry fountain, how green ev’ry mounta,
in
With woodlands and moorlands and glens richly
clad ;
But far more inviting, to me more delighting,
Is the pride of the Highlands, my Glenorchy maid.
Her skin’s like the lily, her hair's like the raven,
W ith native simplicity artless she speaks;
Her shape sae bewitching, her eyes sae enslaving,
Like the rose after rain are her sweet blushing
cheeks.
Sae smiling, sae wiling, sae cheering, endearing,
While we tread thro’ the heather, or rest by the
shade,
Then first I brake silence to tell her my feelings;
She’s the pride of the Highlands, my Glenorchy
maid.
How delightfu’ that gloamin, when every sweet
blossom
Was wet with the drops o’ the clear shining dew,
W hen pressing my charmer sae dear to my
bosom,
She blush’d and consented she’d always prove
true.
Let art and let nature display their proud treasre,
us
I ’ll rowe my sweet lass in my saft tartan plaid;
�5
Far greater my bliss is, and sweeter my pleasures,
Wi’ the pride o’ the Highlands, my Glenorchy
maid.
CONNEL AND FLORA.
Dark low’rs the night o'er the wide stormy main,
But mild rosy morn will rise cheerful again;
Yes, morn will return and revisit our shore,
But Connel returns to his Flora no more.
Ye light fleeting spirits that glide o’er the steep,
O if you would waft me across the wide deep;
Then fearless Pd mix in the battle’s loud roar;
To die with my Connel and leave him no more,
See o’er yon mountain the dark cloud of death,
And Connel’s lone cottage lies low on the heath !
Ah ! bloody and pale on a far distant shore
He lies, to return to his Flora no more.
BLYTHE W AS SHE.
Tune — ' Andro and his cutty gun .'
Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben:
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in Glenturit glen.
�6
By Ochtertyre grows the aik,
On Yarrow braes the birken shaw;
But Phemie was a bonnier lass,
T han braes o’ Yarrow ever saw,
Blythe, &e.
Her looks were like a flower in May,
H er smile was like a simmer morn ;
She tripped by the banks o’ Earn,
As light’s a bird upon a thorn.
Blythe, &c.
Her bonnie face it was as meek,
As onie lamb upon a lee;
The evening sun was ne'er sae sweet:
As was the blink o' Phemie‘s e'e.
Blythe, &c.
The Highland hills I've wander'd wide,
And o'er the Lawiands I hae been;
But Phemie was the blythest lass,
That ever trod the dewy green.
Blythe, &c.
SL E EPIN ' M AGGY.
Mirk and rainy is the night,
No a starn in a' the carry,
Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,
An’ win’s drive on wi’ winter’s fury.
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O are ye sleeping Maggy,
O are ye sleeping M aggy;
Let me in, for loud the linn,
Is roaring o’er the warlock craigie.
Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild an' dreary,
Loud the iron yate does clank,
And cry o’ howlets maks me eerie,
O are ye sleepin', Maggy, &c.
A boon my breath I darena speak.
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie,
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, rise, my bonny lady !
O are ye sleeping Maggy, &c.
She’s op't the door she’s let him in,
He cuist aside his dreepin plaldie;
" Blaw your warst, ye rain an’ win',
" Since, Maggy, now I’m in aside ye,”
ANDRO AND HIS C U T T Y G U N .
Blythe, blythe, blythe was she,
Blythe was she but and ben ;
And well she loo’d a Hawick gill,
And leugh to see a tappit hen.
She took me in, and set me down,
And heght to keep my la wing free ;
But, cunning carling that she was,
She gart me birl my bawbee.
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We loo’d the liquor well enough;
But waes my heart my cash was done,
Before that I had quench’d my drouth,
And laith was I to pawn my shoon.
When we had three times toom’d our stoup
And the neist chappin new begun,
In started, to heeze up our hope,
Young Andro with his cutty gun.
The carlin brought her kebbuck ben,
With girdle-cakes well toasted brown:
Well does the canty kimmer ken,
They gar the scuds gae glibber down.
We ca’d the bicker aft about;
Till dawning we ne’er jee’d our bum;
And ay the cleanest drinker out,
Was Andro with his cutty gun.
He did like ony mavis sing,
And as l in his oxter sat,
He ca’d me ay his bonny thing,
And mony a sappy kiss I gat.
I hae been east, I hae been west,
l hae been far ayont the sun ;
But the blythest lad that e’er I saw,
Was Andro and his cutty gun.
FINIS.
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Death and the lady.
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Connel and Flora,
Blythe was she.
Sleeping Maggy.
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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5 Mem
Somgs
Black-eyed Susan.
In the Bay of Biscay, 0 .
Yo heave ho.
Tom Starboard,
The Signal given.
h
KILMARNOCK;
PRINTED FOR THE BO Oil SELLERS.
�SEA
SONGS,
B L A C K - E Y E D SUSAN.
A j x in the Downs the fleet was moer'd,
The streamers waving in the wind*
When black-eyed Susan came on board,
O h ! Where shall I my true-love find i
Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true,
Does my sweet William sail among your crew !
William, who high upon the yard,
Rock'd with the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below:
The cord slides swiftly thro* his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.
So the sweet lark, high-pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
(If. chance his mate's shrill call he hear)
And drops at once into her nest.
The noblest captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lips those kisses sweet.
O Susan, Susan, lovely dear I
My vows shall ever true remain :
Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again;
Change
ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still point* to thee.
�s
Believe not what the landsmen say,
Who tempt to doubt thy constant mind,
They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,
In ev'ry port a mistress find:
Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
If to far India's coast we sail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright;
Thy breath is Afrie's spicy gale*
Thy skin is ivory so white :
Thus ev'ry beautious object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Tho* battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan m o u r n ;
Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms,
William shall to his dear return :
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
The sails their swelling bosom spread;
No longer must she stay aboard:
They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head:
Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land;
Adieu, she cries, and wav'd her lily hand.
IN THE BAY OF BISCAY, O*
L e t m roar'd the dreadful thunder
The rain a deluge show'rs I
�4
The clouds were rent asunder
By lightning's vivid power's !
The night both drear and dark,
Our poor devoted bark,
Till next day,
There she lay,
In the Bay of Biscay, O !
Now dash'd upon the billow,
Our opening timbers creak;
Each fears a wat'ry pillow,
None stop the dread leak !
To cling to siip'ry shrouds,
Each breathless seaman crouds,
As she lay,
'Till the day,
In the Bay of Biscay, O !
At length the wislrd for morrow
Broke through the hazy sky ;
AbsorbM in silent sorrow,
Each heav'd the tender sigh:
The dismal wreck to view,
Struck horror to the crew,
As she lay,
On that day,
In the Bay of Biscay, O !
Her yielding timbers sever,
Her pitchy seams are rent \
When Heav'n, ?lUbounteous ever,
Ita boundless mercy sent!
�A sail in eight appears,
W e hail her with three cheers !
Now we sail,
With the gale,
From the Bay of Biscay, O !
Y O HEAVE HO.
MY name d'ye see's Tom T o u g h ; I've seen a little
sarvice.
Where mighty billows roll, and loud tempests
blow;
I've sail'd with valiant Howe; I've sail'd with
noble Jamce,,
And in gallant Duncan's fleet I've sung out yo
heave ho.
Yet more ehall ye be knowing,
I was coxen to Boscawen,
And even with brave Hawke have i nobly fac'd
the foe;
Then push round the grog,
So we've that and our prog,
We'll laugh in Care's face, and sing out, yo heave
ho.
When from my love to part I first weigh'd anchor,
And she was sniv'ling see'd on the beach below;
*
I'd like to catch'd tny eyes sniv'ling too, d'ye
see, to thank her,
Butlbrought up my sorrows, with a yo heave ho;
�6
For sailors, though they have their jokes,
And love and feel like other folks,
Their duty to neglect must not come for it go ;
So I seiz'd the capstem bar,
Like a true honest tar,
And9 in spite of tears and sighs, sung out, yo
heave ho.
But the worst on't was that time when the little
ones were sickly,
And if they'd live or die the doctor did not
know;
The word was gav'd to weigh, so sudden, and
so quickly,
I thought my heart would break, as I sung yo
heave ho.
For Poll's so like her mother,
And as for Jack her brother,
The boy, when grown up, will nobly fight the
foe;
But in providence I trust,
For you see what must be must,
So my sighs I gave the wind, and sung out, yo
h^ave ho.
And now at last laid up in a decentish condition;
For Tve only lost an eye, and got a timber
toe;
But old ships must expect in time to be out o£
commission,
Nor agaia the anchor weigh, wiih a yo heave
ho j
�7
So I smokes my pipe, and sings old songs.
For my boy shall well revenge my wrongs,
And m,y girl shall breed young sailors nobly for
to face the foe;
Then to country and king,
Fate no danger can bring,
While the tars of Great Britain sing out, yo
heave ho.
TOM
STARBOARD.
TOM Starboard was a lover true,
As brave a tar as ever sail'd j
The duties ablest seamen do,
Tom did, and never yet had fail'd.
JBut wrecked as he was homeward bound,
Within a league of England's coast,
Love sav'd him sure fiom being drowio'd
For more than half the crew were lost.
In fight, Tom Starboard knew no fear;
Nay, when he lost an arm, resigned,
Said, love for N&n, his only dear,
Had sav'd his life, and Fate was kind.
And now, though wrecked, yet Tom retttrn'd,
Of all past dangers made a j o k e ;
For still his manly bosom burn'd
With love—-his heart was heart of oak.
His strength restored, Tom nobly Tarn
To cheer his bride, his destin'd bride;
But false report had brought to Nan,
Six months before, That Tom had dy'd.
�s
With grief she daily pia'd away,
No remedy her life could save;
And Torn returned—the very day,
TMey laid his Nancy in the grave,
T H E SIGNAL GIVEN.
THE signal given, our ship we dear,
Loud then the cannons roar;
Now not a word on deck you hear
Until the battle's o'er:
Our jaw-tacks then we freely slack,
Our foes we've thresh5 d, about we tack,
W e mind the cog*—we,serve the grog,
Or fling the flowing cann or flip.,
And to the merry hornpipe skip!
Fiti de ralf &c.
W h a t care we tho* their force combine,
Mynheers, Moansiers, and Dons,
While dashing Britons break their line,
Resistless as their guns i
Soon shall their navy be no more.
For we destroy them by the score.,;.
Thee take our prog,—or swig the grog,
Or kiss of pretty girls the lip,
A&d to the merry hornpipe skip !
Fal de rai,
FINIS.
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Yo heave ho. Tom Starboard. The Signal given.
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Black-eyed Susan.
In the Bay of Biscay, O.
Yo heave ho.
Tom Starboard.
The Signal given.
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Chapbook #12 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks-Scotland-Kilmarnock
Songs
Ballads
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Bay of Biscay, France
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fi Scots Songs.
Loudon's woods and braes.
The banks of the Devon.
KILMARNOCK:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
�SCOTS
SDKGS.
hin> HiH) "
L o u p e s ;
J< v
J
ANJD BRAES
L O U D Q N ' s bon^ie woods an4 h* aes ?
I maun leave t:hem a' lassie,
Wha can thol^ $rhen Britain'^ f faes t ;
Would gie Britdns Taw, lassie ?
W h a would shun the field of iJan^er ?
Wha frae fame would ve a str^ger ?
N o w when freedom bms avenge Defs
Wha would shun her ca' lassie ?
Loudon's bonnie woods and braes,
Hae seen our happy bridal days,
And gentb hope shall, soothg thy wiys,
When I am far awa, lassie.
Hark! the swelling bugle sings*
Yielding joy to thee, laddie ;
But the doleful bugle brings,
Waefui thoughts to me, laddie,
Lanely I may climb the mountain,
Lanely stray beside the fountain,
Still the weary moments idiMin*,
Far frae loitre a^dctfaeti laddie* aar^uvc
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O'er the gory fields of- war,
When vengeance drives his crimson car,
Thou*It may be fa' v £rae me afar.
And wane to close thy eea* laddie..
O resume thy wonted smile,
O suppress'thy fears,/laaMe,
Glorious honour trowns the toil.
That the soldier shares^ lassie.
Heav'rvwiM shield thy faithful lover,,
Till the vengeful-strife is over,
Then we'll meet no more to sever,
Till the day we die, lassie,
'Midst our bonnie woods and braes,/
We'll spend our peaceful happy days,
As blythe's yon lightsome lamb that plays,
On Loudon's flow'ry lee, lassie.
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T H E BANKS O F T H E D E V O N .
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HQ W pleasant the banks of the
winding
Devon,
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With green spreading busies and Aow'ste felpQining faijtl
But the bonniest flower on the banks ©f the D e von,
Was once a sweft buden the brae$ <$f the Ayr,
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Mild be the sun on this sweet blushing flower,
In the gay rosy morn as it bathes in the dew ;
And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower,
That steals on the evening each leaf to renew.
O spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes,
With chill hoary wing, as ye usher the dawn !
And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes
The verdure and pride of the garden and lawn.
Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded lilies,
And England, triumphant? display her proud
rose,
A fairer than either adorns the green valleys,
Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering
flows,
M Y N A N N I E , O.
B E H I N D yon hills where Lugar flows,
'Mang moors and mosses many, Q,
The wintry sun the day has closed,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O.
The west!i» wind blaws loud and shrill ;
The night's baith mirk and rainy, Q ;
But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal,
And o»er the hills to Nannie, O*
My Nannie'6 charming, sweet, and y o u n g ;
Nac artful wiles to win ye, O ;
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May ill befa* the flattering tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, O.
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she's bonny, O ;
The opening go wan, wat wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.
\ country lad U my degree,
And few there be that ken me, G ;
But what care I how few they be ?
I'm welcome aye to Nannie, O.
My riches are my penny fee,
And I maun guide it cannie, O ;
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O .
Our auld gudeman delights to view
His sheep and kye thrive bonny, O.
But Fm as blythe that hauds the pleugh,
And has nae care but Nannie, Q ,
Come weel, come wae, I carena by,
I'll tak what Heaven will send, me, O ;
Nae ither care in life hae I,
But live and love my Nannie, O.
A BACHELOR'S JOYS.
F U N N Y and free are a bachelor's revelries,
Cheerily, merrily passes his life,
Nothing knows he of^connubial devilries,
Troublesome children and ^amorous wife,
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Free from satiety care and anxiety,
Charms in variety fall to his share,
Bacchus's blisses and Venue's kisges,
This, boys, this* js the bachelorV fare.;
A wife like a caanitter, chattering, clattering,
Tied to his tail for his torment and dread,
All bespattering, bumping and; battering,
Hurries and worries him till he is dead.
Old ones are two devils, haunted with blue devils,
Yeung ones are new devils, raising despair;
Doctors and nurses combining their curses,
Adieu to full purses a*nd bachelor^ fare.
Through such folly days, once sweet holidays,
Soon are embittered by wrangling and strife;
Wives turn jolly days to melancholy days,
All perplexing and vexing one's life j
Children are riotous, .^aid servants fly at us,
Mammy tp quiet us growls like a bear,
Polly is squaring, and,Molly- is bawling,
White Uad is recalling his bachelor's fare*
When they are ojder gtrown then they ere bolder
grown,
Turning your temper and spurning your rule,
Girls through foolishness, passion or mulishness,
Parry your wishes and marry a fool.
Boy$ will anticipate, lavish and dissipate,
All that yo^rlbusy pate Jicarded with eare,
Then tell me what jollity, fiin and frivolity,
Equals in quality bachelor's fare.
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JENNY D A N G T H E
WEAVER.
A T Willy's wedding on the green,
The lasses, bonny witoheg,
W e r e a' drest out in aprons clean,
And hraw white Sunday mutch83.
Auld Maggy baud the lads tak tent:
But Jock would not believe her.
But soon the fool his folly kent,
For Jenny dang the weaver.
Jehhy dang,i&c«
At ilka coutitry dance or reelj 1
Wi' her he would be bobbing,
When she sat down, he sat down*
And to her would be gabbing.
Where'er she gaed baitli butt zttd benn?
The cuif wad never leave her.
Ay kekling like a clocking hen$
But Jenny dang the weaver.
Jenny dang, &c.
Quo' he, my !ass> to speak my mind,
In troth I needna swifher,
Your bonny eeh, and if you're kind,
I'se never seek anither.
He humm'd and ha'd, the lass cried peugh,
And baud the ctrif no deave her,
Syne snapt her fingers, lap, and leugh;
And dang the silly weaver.
And Jenhy dang, dang,
Jenny dang the weavfer,
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Syne snapt her fingers, lap, and leugh;
And dang the silly weaver.
T H E PECK O '
M^UT.
O Willie brewed a peck o' Maut,
And R o b and Allan cam to see ;
Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night,
Y e wadna find in Christindee.
W e are na feu, we're na that fou,
But just a drappie in our ee ;
The cock may craw, the d?y may daw,
But ay we'll taste the barley bree.
Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merry boys, I trow, are w e ;
And mony a night we've merry been,
And mony mae we hope to be.
W e are na fou, &c.
It is the moon, I ken her horn,
That's blinkin in the lift sae hie ;
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,
But by my sooth she'll wait a wee.
W e are na fou, &c.
W h a first shall rise to gang awa
A cuckold, coward loon is he ;
W h a first beside his chair shall fa',
He is the king amang us three.
W e are aa fou, &c.
FINIS.
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