49 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8a213eb135d6404d2747c933240fd37b.pdf 85ab0e99e622f0973b8b59dd4d342a7d https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/51d9c2ffdd89df59da150294fd951ae3.jpg 65ab3b2ce9ffaf519da1e22fc1d9f0e3 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 Lamentation Of Mary Queen of Scotland, When confined in L'ochleven Castle. To which are added, An Ode to Death. Luckless Jean. A new song. and An Epitaph, Intended for the Monument of Sir Isaac Newton. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133953505154">s0141b34</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1798?] per English Short Title Catalogue Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #37 in a bound collection of &nbsp;54 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. ESTC T37514 <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. An Ode to Death. Luckless Jean. A new song. An Epitaph, Intended for the Monument of Sir Isaac Newton. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Brash & Reid Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Chapbook Date: 1791-1800 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Brash & Reid Musical Instrument: fiddle(s) Musical Instrument: flute Musical Instrument: horn(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3f6b04aacd9f08411ea26e5895b7bd83.pdf 942dcb114c434a50647c9e2144eb99cb PDF Text Text THE Lass o' Ballochmyle. Auld Rob Morris. W A N D E R I N G WILLIE. For a' that and a' that. Meg o' the Mill. GLASGOW printed for the booksellers. 1823. : �THE LASS o' b a l l o c h m y l e . 'Twas even, the dewy fields w e r e green, On every blade the pearls hang; T h e zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore its fragrant sweets alang; In every glen the mavis sang, All nature listening seem'd the while, Except where green-wood echoes rang, A m a n g the braes o' Ballochmyle. With careless step I onward stray'd, My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy, When musing in a lonely glade, A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy; H e r look was like the morning's eye, H e r air like nature's vernal smile; Perfection whispered passing by, Behold the lass o' ballochmyle! Fair is the morn in flowery May, A n d sweet night in Autumn mild; W h e n roving thro' the garden gay, O r wandering in a lonely wild! B u t woman, nature's darling child! T h e r e all her charms she does compile; �3 Even there her other works are foil'd By the bonny lass o' Ballochmyle. O had she been a country maid, A n d I the happy country swain, Tho' shelter'd in the lowest shed; T h a t ever rose on Scotia's plain; T h r o ' weary winter's wind and rain W i t h joy, with rapture I would toil; A n d nightly to my bosom strain T h e bonny lass o' Ballochmyle. T h e n pride might climb the slipp'ry steep; Where fame and honour lofty shine; A n d thirst of gold might tempt the deep O r downward sink the I n d i a n mine; Give me the cot below the pine, T o tend theflocks,ortillthesoil, A n d every day have joys divine, Wi' AULD rob m o r r i s . There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen, He's the king o' gude fellows and wale o' auld men; the bonny lass �4 He has gawd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine, (mine. A n d ae bonny lassie, his darling and She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May: (hay; She's sweet as the e'ning among the new As blithe and as artless as the lamb on the lea, (my ee. A n d dear to my heart as the light to But O she's an heiress; auld Robin's a laird, A n d my daddie has nought but a cothouse and yard: A wooer like mauna hope to come speed, T h e wounds I most hide that will soon be my dead. The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; (is gane; T h e night comes to me, but my rest it I wander my lane like a night-troubled ghaist, (my breast. And I sigh as my heart it wad burst i n O, had she but been of lower d e g r e e I then m i g h t hae hop'd she wad smile upon me ! �5 O how past describing bad then been my bliss, [express. As now my distraction do words can ex- WANDERING WILLIE. Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom,myainonlydearie, Tell me thou bring'stmemyWilliethe same. Winter winds blewloudandcauldatour parting, [ee; Fears for my Willie brought tears in my Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie, The simmer to nature, my Willie to me. Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken ye breezes, row gently ye billows, [my arms. And waft my dear laddie ance mair to �6 But oh, if he's faithless, and mind na his Nannie, (main; Flaw still between us, thou wide-roaring May I never See it, may I never trow it, But, dying, believe, that my Willie's ain. T h o ' women's minds like winter winds, May shift and turn and a' that, The noblest breast adores them maisf, A consequence I draw that. For a' that and a' that, And twice as meikle's a' that. T h ebonnylassthatIloebest She'llbemyainfora'that. G r e a t love I bear to all the Their humbleslaveanda'that; But lordly will, I holditstill, A mortal sin to thraw that. For a' that, &c. But there is ane aboon the lave, Has wit and sense, and a' that; fair, my �7 A bonny lass, I like her best, And wha a crime dare ca' that? For a' that, &c. In rapture sweet this hour we meet, Wi' mutual love and a' that; But for how lang the flee may stang, Let inclination law that. For a' that, &c. T heir tricks and craft hae put me daft, They've ta'en me in, and a' that; But clear your decks and here's the sex! I like the jades for a' that. For a' that, &c. MEG O' THE MILL. O ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten, [ten, O ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten She has gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller And broken the heart o' the barley miller. The miller was strapping, the miller Was ruddy, (dy; A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady �8 The laird was a widdiefu' bleerit knurl; She's left the guid fellow and ta'en the churl. T h e miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving, (moving, The laird did address her wi matter mair A fine pacing horse wi' a clear chained bridle, (saddle. A whip by her side, and a bonny sideO wae on the siller, it And wae on the love mailen! A tocher's nae word parle, But, gie me my love, is sae prevailing; that is fix'd on a in a true lover's (warl! and a fig for the FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b206dc5766adfbe2257ebf084281842d.jpg fff78b8bf466560b61676549782bfec8 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 3008 Width 1757 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 Lass o' Ballochmyle. Auld Rob Morris. Wandering Willie. Far a' that and a ' that. Meg o' the Mill. 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Chapbook #38 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks 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. 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8ef693a8172967f1f1ababc9d7811135.pdf 43f5cb6244d04162328bb4c3531d5dd0 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/9d11a2081cbd2d823bced5f91f3ee4f4.jpg 1d27804f121dd9d57e5c52480dfbcc8a 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 Lass of Fair Wone; Or, The Parson's Daughter Betrayed. A Celebrated Ballad, Translated from the German Of Burger. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133953505154">s0141b34</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1796] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #42 in a bound collection of &nbsp;54 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Crime Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. English Short Title Catalogue T131001 <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> <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> 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. The parson's daughter betrayed 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: Brash & Reid Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs supernatural & ghost stories # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1791-1800 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Brash & Reid https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e285218166aa560b045462f1dd3c5c44.jpg 94c77ac79cc04451afb65c2b749cf8c3 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 1945 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7c2fc54e3ac31f07e184fd3599d11968.pdf 7d417d2af0bac8e3673574be8ce37811 PDF Text Text THE LASS OF FAIR WONEi OR THE PARSON'S DAUGTER BETRAYED. A CELEBRATED BALLAD, TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 70, �fo f Ml IT TUB LASS OF FAIR WONE. the parson's bower of yew Why strays a troubled spright, That peaks and pines, and dimly shines Through curtains of the night f BESIDE Why steals along the pond of toads A gliding fire so blue, That lights a spot where grows no grass, Where falls no rain nor dew ? The parson's daughter once was good, And gentle as a dove, And young and fair,—and many came To win the damsel's lore. High o'er the hamlet, from the hill, Beyond the winding stream, The windows of a stately house In sheen of evening gleam. There dwelt in riot, rout, and roar, A lord so frank and free ; That oft, with inward joy of heart, The maid beheld km glee. �Whether he met the dawning day In hunting trim so fine, Or tapers, sparkling from his hall, Beslione the midnight wine. He sent the maid his picture, girt With diamond, pearl, and gold; And silken paper, sweet with musk This gentle message told : Let go thy sweethearts, one and all; Shalt thou be basely woo'd, That worthy art to gain the heart Of youths of noble blood ? 44 The tale 1 would to thee bewray, In secret must be said : At midnight hour I'll seek thy bower, Fair lass, be not afraid. And when the amorous nightingale Sings sweetly to his mate, I'll pipe my quail-call from the field: Be kind, nor make me wait." In cap and mantle clad he came, At night, with lonely tread ; Unseen, and silent as a mist, And hush'd the dogs with bread. And when the amorous nightingale Sung sweetly to his mate, She heard his quail-call in the field, And, ah ! ne'er made him wait. �4 The words he whisper'd were so soft, They won her ear and heart: How soon will she, who loves, believe! How deep a lover's art! No lure, no smoothing guise he spar'd, To banish virtuous shame ; He caird on holy God above, As witness to his flame. He clasp'd her to his breast, and swore To be for ever true : * O yield thee to my wishful arms, Thy choice thou shalt not rue.' And while she strove, he drew her on, And led her to the bower So still, so dim-—and round about Sweet smell'd the beans in flower. There beat her heart, and heav'd her breast And pleaded every sense : And there the growing breath of lust Bid blast her innocence. But when the fragrant beans began, Their sallow blooms to shed, Her sparkling eyes their lustre lost; Her cheek, its roses fled. And when she saw the pods increase, The ruddier cherries stain, She felt her silken robe grow tight, Her waist new weight sustain. �And when the mowers went afield, The yellow corn to ted, She felt her burden stir within, And shook with tender dread. _ And when the winds of autumn hist Along the stubble field ; Then could the damsel's piteous plight No longer be conceal'd Her sire, a harsh and angry man, With furious voice reviled ; " Hence from my sight! I'll none of thee " I harbour not thy child." And fast, amid her fluttering hair, With clenched fist he gripes, And seiz'd a leathern thong, and lash'd Her side with sounding stripes. Her lily skin, so soft and white, He ribb'd with bloody wales ; And thrust her out, though black the night, Though sleet and storm assails. Up the harsh rock, on flinty paths, The maiden had to roam ; On tottering step she grop'd her way, And sought her lover's home. " A mother thou hast made of me, Before thou mad'st a wife : For this, upon my tender breast, These livid stripes are rife : �6 " Behold."—And then, with bitter sobs, She sunk upon the floor— " Make good the evil thou hast wrought; My injur'd name restored " Poor soul; 1 1 have thee hous'd and nurs'd *1 Thy terrors I lament. Stay here ; we'll have some further talk— The old one shall repent." " I have no time to rest and wait; That saves not my good name: If thou with honest soul hast sworn, 0 leave me not to shame ; But at the holy altar be Oar union sanctified ; Before the people and the priest Receive me for thy bride." " Unequal matches must not blot The honours of my line ; Art thou of wealth or rank for me, To harbour thee as mine ? What's fit and fair 111 do for thee; Shalt yet retain my love— Shalt wed my huntsman—and we'll then Our former transports prove/' " Thy wicked soul, hard-hearted mm, May pangs in hell await! Sure, if not suited for thy bride, 1 was not for thy mate. �7 " Go, seek a spouse of nobler blood Nor God's just judgments d r e a d So shall, ere long, some base-born wretch Defile thy marriage bed. Then, traitor, feel how wretched they In hopeless shame immerst; Then smite thy forehead on the wail While horrid curses burst. Roll thy dry eyes in wild despair-— Unsooth'd thy grinning woe : Through thy pale temples fire the ball, And sink to fiends below." Collected, then, she started up, And, through the hissing sleet Through thorn and brier, throug i flood and niiie, She fled with bleeding feet. " Where now," she cry'd, " m y gracious God! What refuge have I left ?" And reach'd the garden of her home, Of hope in man bereft. On hand and foot she feebly crawl'd Beneath tlio bower unblest; Where withering leaves and gathering snow PreparM her only rest. There rending pains and darting throes Assail'd her shuddering frame ; And from her womb a lovely boy, With wail and weeping came. i �8 Forth from her hair a silver pin With hasty hand she drew, And press'd against its tender heart, And the sweet babe she slew. Whene'er the act of blood was done, Her soul its guilt abhorr'd: " My Jesus ! what has been my deed ? Have mercy on me, Lord !" With bloody nails, beside the pond, Its shallow grave she tore : " There rest in God ; there shame and want Thou canst not suffer more : Me vengeance waits. My poor, poor child* Thy wound shall bleed afresh, When ravens from the gallows tear Thy mother's mould'ring flesh." Hard by the bower her gibbet stands: Her skull is still to show ; It seems to eye the barren grave, Three spans in length below. That is the spot where grows no grass ; Where falls no rain nor dew ; Whence steals along the pond of toads A hovering fire so blue. And nightly, when the ravens come, Her ghost is seen to glide ; Pursues and tries to quench the flame, And pines the pool beside. � 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 Lass of Fair Wone: or The Parson's Daughter betrayed. A Celebrated Ballad, Translated from the German. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923348573505154">s0345b37</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Parson's daughter betrayed. 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 "70 printed at bottom of title-page" woodcut image of fashionable woman holding a basket and kneeling on title-page Abstract A summary of the resource. A tragic tale of the daughter of a parson who is seduced by the local lord with sweet words, empty promises, and jewels. When her pregnancy can no longer be hidden, she is beaten and cast out by her father. She seeks the home of the lord, who refuses to marry someone so far below his rank, instead suggesting to marry her to his huntsman. She scorns his offer and flees back to the garden of her home where she gives birth to her child, slays him, and then hangs herself. The site is known to be haunted by her ghost evermore. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Crime 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> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2fb4f28232dcd755f3f5348ed755d80b.jpg 0fc146dba292429ba406c949ee58ecbc 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 three figures, each facing the viewer; the figures likely represent a woman with two birds on her head and two children to her right and left. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a06d4f161ca75b84613d0d82fc1442ac.pdf 0426a9580f72ba817ab854844b1d207e PDF Text Text JUL,. 3 f: I,afs o f Ciicpihee, AI >rH T-heLi^htv D o f i h c ^ o c n , frg^. v . . . . , -^Jiitgapn | Breaking o f the "tones. i i* Y'alkir.H, P / i n t c d r y ' T r . / | �W f c • ' T U Z r:iSS o' * ' /%'>< G L E N S H E E . N a c / ^ v day wlxm the heather was b f o o n r a ^ " a r d t : e fitent hiil h u m m e d m i fore laden d b*e> I met a fair maid. a< 1 hi.roeward wcs r ding, a-herding her (hctp on the hill o' Glenfn:©. The r cfe in her che- r it was gem'd vri^a cl'»mp!e, * a 4 Wvihe were the blinks o 1 iver bonny black e*«, • .Her face fo enchanting, f*j neat ard fo h9ndfome, M y .heart foon belong'd to the Lafs o* Glenlhee. I kifs'd ancica^fs'd her, 8rd-faid, M y dear Lafiie, . if vou would but £0 to Sr Jihnfton wi' me. There's none of the fair lhaii fct a foot on tlie caufe^ way. w With' cleading mbre fi ^c than the Lafs o' Glenfhee A carriage <-f pleafure you (hall hae for to ride 'peak an' folks fhi'l fa v Men. wSan t^.ey fpeak unto thee; ir • Servants you hae fcV.to do your bidin\ o* 111 make you my Laay, the Lafs < GUnfete. «v I It's mock me nae rnair wi' ycu» carriage to ride in, nor think that vour grardtur I value a flee, would t'oinfc rnvfef happy m' a coatie plaiden, tvi an innocent herd on the bills o ' Glen&ce. dekr laHie Gabd^ma's e'ear waters their courfe, atfd run back trae the leff, �f ('3:) . "Her brfcve hardy fpns may fubmlt to foes' fetter;,, but ctafe and beiicve not fuen bafe&cfs ia The Urk may forget to rife in the morning, the fpr'u g may forget to revive on the lea, But never will ' / w h i l e my fenfes govern me, forget to be kind to the Lais o' GknUiee. O let me alane, f >r I'm fure I would .blunder, and let a' the g e n n y a- iaugiiinp. ai me; They're book-taught in manners, baith au] j &c\oung, but we ken but little o ti.at in. GienfLcc. *ti / They would fay, Look ye at him, xvV his Highland fet up for a (ale in a window fo high, Lady^ Roll'd up like a svatch in a hamely ; fpun plaidie> and pointing'towards the Laf* o' Gknftice. D o not dream of fie (lories., but come up behind me, crt P oebus go round, my fwcetbride thou, (halt b f , This night in my arms I'll dcat you f" kindly I She imii'd and contented—I took her wi' mc» N o w years hae gane round (incc webufked together, and ftafous iiae chan>:'d. but xvae changes wi m e ; jflShe'* ave as gav as the firrs fuinmer-weather, tr'heiif • fun 's at his height on the ^ T o meet wi* my Jeanie. away I wnu>d ven'urc, file's (wcet as the eel o that rings on the lea, ^ She's fpotlefs and pur* as the robes in the winter, tthen la,d cm to blc&ch en the hills* GicnQ>j/i �OF THE MOOff, iM on a furamer.ev-cBix*g^ merry rnonui o f M f y * had qrfat my wearing, through the grove i chanced to (trey; There i met with 1 vefy SaHy, b'oom-ng like Jhe rbfe in June; I did nr>t tarry lofcg for to dvlfy, bat kifted her well b y the light o f thfiadoMi Thou fajrtft of'the {6ft creation, while I enjoy thefe happy hoit?^ 4 Be not fhv unto me Sally, for*' have thee in my power* Then I clafpsd her in my arms. juft like e (tower when ir> i t g . b i o o m ; Unto my bofom I did prefsrhorand kiflVd her well b> t e light of: I prefTed her to a bank of rofes, while -flit erred. Yonng man f o r b e a r ; . D o not-hurt me, (he iaici, Johnny, or I'll tear you by the hair. Bbn't you fee my clothes are tpra* my handfome cap and new balloon h The more fee grumbled, the moic I tumbled, ii iTed hci- w d i by. the l i ^ h i v i ^ ' • I then lifted her by tfie h i n d , while {he gave a h t a v r n g f j J �mam Ida not leave nie* (hfi cued. do not leave ine> or n i die* Ovber maids ibf y, will difdazn m i , and fay I have played the wanton fran,^ O j not 1eav*% mc i»crr a-p n:i>;. condolin&rf^y fau fl h> *hq y i l of iha mre H r t b e n f a i d My i -.eiv Sally, be not t-oubWf ii t Since thouVt y»e!dcu.i)-y rearms to ejic, I'll .bis true to t l f e ^ t u faTd, , l T b o ' / J i y father he nek a d tteai&y, and he q^YFs me a GlJy c } •wru N o w we bave got a fecH't pleafutV, for to dandle t f t e m k i by the l i j i i 91*t}x'ttihgn. T h y father he ts rich and wfeak-rfy, and-htt hai no child -but ; A n d t t y father he has gold in plqu?y ? he rrmft leays it r.ll to U < e ; Or if he docs not, Til make * bargain, . j The firfl of us thar doe? Ve&qt* - tnyfl dandle theibitd by the light of the moc-a, Wli^n.fix long month* vfe? ar.d over, Sally's Waift beg,an to f w c f ! ; Por -a long time fhe k e ^ i: 1 olu poor g i d , (he clu^ fi nfcr :el\VBut when l^er father '0 know k,.. he did rape frbm m ^ fr t*ii ncon^ .he rcafui you ma^v ^ • . it, "war rearing tiiec!V;Hb t t o • ^ i r t t f the �, i m ',3pp1n€d rh n fummer-evefitBgj L*in»t her father alf alone ; W'hco he c: led • ) cru>! you're left r mv Sa'l / kTt » B f t if v ' :tr V>» ; -i 18 v a b l o o m , 'v* Ff-pf •< w -i* I'll quickly pay th?c, ,, '-Mi i - my *and by tho light of moon." I V n r n e o w d v I married Sal^y, early b j the uvsrrring dawn; Then : ttitdr him p-4y her p >rtioq, on the table p*y r d o * o . 1 did not fairy for to cotwt it, nor to lo k it over again, But i fwept it ail into iter aprofi, a fine Jucky-penny, by the light of the mson. toe brbak;xg o? the srO:c&s. the vear eijtteeti hundreds I thyilr. and fix'een. In the month of December, the ft oft ftiarp ana keen, When trade it was dull, and the prices were low, In feaich of hard labour away i did d o : The of Tuftcna c$ piy mind cfid c o m p e l r o jtim a ilorc-quarry near the Ladv-weii. For to b eafc. w u i l , and eavry, as I u n d e r f l ^ d : Tiw were fauM. but lhS p.!J it Wjs �v W-e e n t e r e d c u r f 7 ) and t o w o r k did repair^ §Hch m^vn go^ a A i d i n g a-d.ty f o r !>ic i h « r c , Soirrc brt&kirig w i n d i n g . f i n e Carrying A l l o w i n g thar final t fi?>. w e r e V> ith a fct o f t ' w a v e v/< fetter thati r o n e , Hke ' r u e ' f r a c b es w r o u g h t rih ; V : s > u " ^ » y T r o r n H b r r i n g ' til! n i g h t , n a:.f'.v;r'd o u r i anie Then i as t'n y c mr : n the AVA 1 t a c u man ' g o t his w a g e s p vjd dtu'v 1 in s li:s fiit*. -7ri<- third d a v w e *vrcu«'ht, it b« g a ^ the .nc.1r >ear< ich m.*<Je c i g n t c c n h u n d r e d a M f t v t n t v e o - appeal:, F&ch m a n took Ivis'Action. e n d ' & n f w « r ! d hi* r a t p e , But a £ r e a t a f f e ^ t i O N wa^ catfc'd b y the r f i i n ; W e HvI w e r e d i f m 17- d , r t x f d a v to a p r - a r . F o r which o u r b ' ^ v c m a A t r . defvrve< a hni'd chcei:,> p a i d d o w n vur. w a p e s a n d let aHb< m c , In b r i g h t / h i l l i n g p a r e s his fainc i M make k n o w n * I? was on the f e c o r d w e were called ? w a y , T o join ihe eafl quart y without more delay • W e {hoifldrr'd our artrr, awav w e di#l go. W i i h pick axt and hammers wr n v d e a fin JhoYA L ke Wellington's armv .near to W;itrtIoo. W e qH were determm'd to till, Imaili^ and h e w . \V« march'd in great Ij lendouf the fr»v to be^in, T h e rock did fur render, and fo we maii.h'd m. W f then trv^ the cit>, e n f o l d trade, Bttf iliJl 'tis a pity A :nan fjiould bread, That's willing j o labour, sh g'nifcfy appear, W h e n wa^ies are low, antf de3T : Xlur the ftrong ties o f t.ature fhoriKl fir ml v b nd, each fellcw-cresrure 10 U ve fhould nfcJinc, Ai»d fuppoii oBe-another in al honety ways, s Which makes me inbft open no broken / " / / \ L / j $ �/•S ) But **W 0^>uLf vre grumble we'll aW^r'our v&ould nations o'er tfiinble, r f l never refine'; Thu? want', ^voe, and f>l«mv, I ' ^ m k rhem in, And lay 6ut nny {billing as wellas ( can. The wlvc mo ft have fonrpencc as (urf as £ ' "£acl> child'muft have 2pc{ice> malffts up the whole fum J Some hrgher, (ome lower, 1 own (here m'iifl: be, ]>ut >htn all is divided, there lu'nothing for fne. Eat now I'Jl give over, sny penius denies, Since lr.y'mufe (be is f W , and t,\f glaffi is run 'dry, And, like to Diogenes. 1 ved lev fall, W h e n my hot lie is empty, i'ii fmeli the old caft; fong tor toliroih. 1 Mill add no more, fcut may ibe or-.-at Huler of boify <ea and lb ore, . Hclieve iTic dii'ivts'd, and ihe/f Wants all fuiiaiii, ' And lend better times—and io lido do etid. � 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 074a: Title-page illustration in a single ruled border of three figures, each facing the viewer; the figures likely represent a woman with two doves on her head and two children, one to her right and the other to her left. 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 lass of Glenshee. To which was added, The Light of the Moon, and the Breaking of the Stones. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Light of the Moon Breaking of the Stones Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923348583505154">s0345b38</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Falkirk: T. Johnston Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [between 1810 and 1830?] per Houghton Library Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk Courtship and Marriage Description An account of the resource Woodcut #74a: Illustration on title-page of three figures, each facing the viewer; the figures likely represent a woman with two birds on her head and two children to her right and left. # of Woodcuts: 2 Animal: bird(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1811-1820 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Falkirk: T. 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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 Life and Adventures of David Haggart. Written by himself, while under sentence of death; With an account of his execution. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133963505154">s0098b48</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #13 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks Description An account of the resource 11 printed at the bottom of title-page Subject The topic of the resource Crime Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow 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. 24 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A biography of David Haggart, including detailed descriptions of the many crimes committed by him throughout his life, as well as various trials, escapes, and his conviction and execution. Also included are a few verses attributed to Haggart, written while he was in prison which portrayed himself as a loveable rogue who only robbed the rich and never the poor. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Haggart, David, 1801-1821 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/473d256bc18d64922e624681e7721fa7.jpg c9a51343830693daaee48d124bf738b3 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 3130 Width 1885 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/717a2108e48d991a81c76286630fec5a.pdf 29d254c1e39b1dd0bf55465cacfdbe63 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 Life and Adventures of Robin Hood. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1858 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923354473505154">s0335b25</a> Description An account of the resource Price One Penny 34 printed at bottom of title-page Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 16 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. This chapbook covers the life, death, and many exploits of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon, aka Robin Hood. The tale focuses on his adventures at the head of his Merry Band as he robbed the excessively wealthy and corrupt churchmen of his day. The story emphasizes his willingness to help the poor, protect women, and relieve the wealthy of their undeserved riches, as well as his connections with other famous characters such as Little John and King Richard. Many woodcut images are interspersed throughout the text. <a title="Wikipedia" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Hood">Wikipedia</a> entry on Robin Hood: Robin Hood (spelled Robyn Hode in older sources) is a heroic outlaw found in English folklore who, according to legend, was also a highly skilled archer and swordsman. Traditionally depicted as being dressed in Lincoln green,[1] he is often portrayed as "robbing from the rich and giving to the poor" alongside his band of "Merry Men". 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8d57953218682648f97098277d528e4b.jpg b7b057370f96f22b37071d6baa52d669 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 3362 Width 1913 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a dancing man wearing hat and open jacket with raised hand https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/4666517752ad407e882c4c9c118cda36.pdf 5a7550273ff471f0b284fc46c2ae712a PDF Text Text THE LIFE AND ASTONISHING ADVENTURES OP PETER WILLIAMSON, WHO WAS CARRIED OFF WHEN A CHILD FROM ABERDEEN AND SOLD FOR A SLAVE. PRINTED G L A S G O W : FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 83. ��T H E LIFE AND A D V E N T U R E S OF PETER WILLIAMSON. I W A S born in the parish of A b o y n e , Aberdeen Shire, of respectable parents, who sent me very early to live with an aunt at A b e r d e e n ; when, under the years of pupillarity, one playing on the quay with others of my companions—being of a stout robust constitution—I was taken notice of by two fellows belonging to a vessel in the harbour, employed, in the trade called kidnapping ; that is stealing young children from their parents, and selling them as slaves in plantations abroad. Being market out by those monsters of impiety as their prey, I was cajoled on board the ship by them, where I was no sooner got, than they conducted me between the decks to some others they had kidnapped in the same manner. At that time, I had no sense of the fate that was destined for me, and spent the time in childish �4 amusements with my fellow-sufferers in the steerage, being never suffered to g o upon deck whilst the vessel lay in the harbour. In about a month's time the ship set sail for America. I cannot forget that, when we arrived on the coast we were destined for, a hard gale of wind sprung up from the S. E. and, to the captain's great surprise (he not thinking he was near land, although having been 11 weeks on the passage), about twelve o'clock at night, the ship struck on a sand bank off Cape M a y , near the Capes of Delaware, and, to the great terror and affright of the ship's company, in a 'short time was almost full of water. T h e boat was then hoisted out, into which the captain and his fellow villians, the crew, got with some difficulty, leaving me and my deluded companions to perish, as they then naturally concluded inevitable death to be our fate. Often, in my distresses and miseries since, have I wished that such had been the consequence, when in a state of innocence ! But Providence thought proper to reserve me for future trials of its goodness. Thus abandoned anddeserted, without the least prospect of relief, but threatened every moment with death, did these villians leave us. T h e cries, the shrieks and tears of a parcel of infants, had no effect on, or caused the least remorse in the breasts of these merciless wretches. Scarce can I say to which �5 to give the preference, whether to such as these, who have had the opportunity of knowing the Christian religion ; or to the savages herein after described, who profane not the gospel, or boast of humanity ; and if they act in a more brutal and butcherly manner, yet it is to their enemies, for the sake of plunder and the rewards offered them for their principles are alike — the love of sordid gain being both their motives. T h e ship being on a sand bank, which did not give way to let her deeper, we lay in the same deplorable condition until morning, when, though we saw the land of Cape M a y , at about a mile's distance, we knew not what would be our fate. T h e wind at length abated, and the captain, unwilling to lose all her cargo, about ten o'clock, sent some of his crew in a boat to the ship's side to bring us on shore, where we lay in a sort of a camp, made of the sails of the vessel, and such other things as we could get. T h e provisions lasted us until we were taken in by a vessel bound to Philadelphia, lying on this island, as well as I can recollect, near three weeks. V e r y little of the cargo was saved undamaged, and the vessel was entirely lost. When arrived and landed at Philadelphia, the capital of Pennsylvania, the captain had people enough who came to buy us. about £ 1 6 per head. H e , sold us at What became of my �6 unhappy companions, I never k n e w ; it was my lot to be sold to one of m y countrymen, whose name was H u g h Wilson, a North Britain, who had in his youth undergone the same fate as myself— having been kidnapped from St. Johnstown, in Scotland. Happy was my lot in falling into my countryman's power, as he was, contrary to many others of his calling, a humane, worthy, honest man. Having no children of his own, and commiserating my unhappy condition, he took great care of me until I was fit for business, and, about the 12th year of my age, set me about little trifles; in which state I continued until my 14th year, when I was more fit for harder work. During such my idle state, seeing my fellow-servants often reading and writing, it incited in me an inclination to learn, which I intimated to my master, telling him I should be very willing to serve a year longer than the contract by which I was sold, if he would indulge me in going to s c h o o l ; this he readily agreed to, saying that winter would be the best time. It being then summer, I waited with impatience for the other season ; but, to make some progress in my design, I got a Primer, and learned as much from my fellowservants as I could. At school, where I went every winter for five years, I made a tolerable proficiency, and have ever since been improving �7 myself at leisure hours. With this good master I continued till I was seventeen years old, when he died ; and, as a reward for my faithful service, he left me £ 2 0 0 currency, which was then about £ 1 5 0 sterling, his best horse, saddle, and all his wearing apparel. Being now my own master, having money in my pocket, and all other necessaries, I employed myself in j o b b i n g about the country, working for any one that would employ me, for near seven years, when, thinking I had money sufficient to follow some better way of life, I resolved to settle, but thought one step necessary thereto was to be married; for which purpose I applied to the daughter of a substantial planter, and found my suit was not unacceptable to her or her father, so that matters were soon concluded upon, and we married. M y father-in-law, in order to establish us in the world in an easy, if not affluent manner, made me a deed of gift of a tract of land, that lay, unhappily for me, as it has since proved, on the frontiers of the province of Pennsylvania, near the forks of Delaware, in Berks County, containing about 200 acres ; 30 of which were well cleared, and fit for immediate use, whereon was a good house and barn. T h e place pleasing me well, I settled on it, though it cost me the major part of my money in buyingstock,household furniture, and implements for out-door w o r k ; �8 and happy as I was in a good wife, yet did my felicity last me not l o n g ; for about the year 1754, the Indians in the French Interest, who had for a long time before ravaged and destroyed other parts of America unmolested, I may very properly say, began to be very troublesome on the frontiers of our province, where they generally appeared in small skulking parties, with yellings, shoutings, and antic postures, instead of trumpets and drums, committing great devastations. The Pennsylvanians little imagined at first that the Indians, guilty of such outrages and violence, were some of those who pretended to be in the English interest; which, alas! proved to be too true to many of us ; for, like the French in Europe, without regard to faith or treaties, they suddenly break out into furious, rapid outrages, and devastations, but soon retire precipitately having no stores nor provisions but what they meet with in their incursions. Some indeed carry a bag with biscuit or Indian corn therein, but not unless they have a long march to their destined place of action. And those French who were sent to dispossess us in that part of the world, being indefatigable in their duty, and continually contriving and using all manner of ways and means to win the Indians to their interest, many of whom had been too negligent, and sometimes, I may say, cruelly treated by those who �9 pretend to be their protectors and friends, found it no very difficult matter to get over to their interest many who belonged to those nations in amity with, us, especially as the rewards they gave them were so great, they paying for every scalp of an English person £ 1 5 sterling. Shocking to human nature were the barbarities daily committed by the savages, and are not to be paralleled in ail the volumes of history ! Scarce did a day pass but some unhappy family or other fell victims to savage cruelty. Terrible indeed it proved to me, as well as to many others; I that was now happy in an easy state of life, blessed with an affectionate and tender wife, who was possessed of all amiable qualities, to enable me to g o through the world with that peace and serenity of mind which every Christian wishes to possess, became on a sudden one of the most unhappy and deplorable of mankind. Scarce can I sustain the shock which for ever recoils on me, at thinking on the last time of seeing that good woman. T h e fatal 2d of October, 1754, she that day went from home to visit some of her relations. As I staid up later than usual, expecting her return, none being in the house besides myself, how great was my surprise, terror, and affright, when, about 11 o'clock at night, I heard the dismal war-cry, or war-whoop of the savages, and to my inexpressible grief, soon found my �10 house was attacted by them. I flew to my chamber window, and perceived them to be twelve in number. T h e y making several attempts to get in, I asked them what they wanted. T h e y gave me no answer, but continued beating, and trying to get the door opened. Judge, then, the condition I must be in, knowing the cruelty and merciless disposition of those savages, should I fall into their hands. T o escape which dreadful misfortune, having my gun loaded in my hand, I threatened them with death if they should not desist. But how vain and fruitless are the efforts of one man against the united force of so many, and of such merciless, undaunted, and bloodthirsty monsters as I had here to deal with. One of them that could speak a little English, threatened me in return, that, if I did not come out, they would burn me alive in the house—telling me farther, that they were no friends to the English myself ; but if I would come out and surrender prisoner, they would not kill me. M y terror and distraction at hearing this is not to be expressed by words, nor easily imagined by any person unless in the same condition. Little could I depend on the promises of such creatures, and yet, if I did not, inevitable death, by being burnt alive, must me my lot. Distracted as I was, in such deplorable circumstances, I chose to rely on the uncertainty of their fallacious promises, �11 rather than meet with certain death, by rejecting t h e m ; and, accordingly, went out of my house with my gun in my hand, not knowing what I did, or that I had it. Immediately on my approach, they rushed on me like so many tigers, and instantly disarmed me. Having me thus in their power, the merciless villians bound me to a tree near the d o o r ; they then went into the house, and plundered and destroyed every thing, carrying off what moveables they c o u l d ; the rest, together with the house, they set fire to, and consumed before my eyes. T h e barbarians, not satisfied with this, set fire to my barn, Stable, and out-houses, wherein were about 200 bushels of wheat, six cows, four horses, and five sheep, which were entirely consumed to ashes. During the conflagration to describe the thoughts, the fears, and misery that I felt, is utterly impossible, after this, they untied me, and gave me a great load to carry on my back, under which I travelled all that night with them, full of the most terrible apprehensions, and oppressed with the greatest anxiety of mind, lest my unhappy wife should likewise have fallen a prey to those cruel monsters. masters A t day-break, my infernal ordered me to lay down my load, when, tieing my hands again round a tree with a small cord, they then forced the blood out of my finger-ends. T h e y then kindled a fire near the �12 tree whereto I was bound, which filled me with dreadful agonies, concluding I was going to be made a sacrifice to their barbarity. T h e fire being thus made, they for some time danced round me after their manner, with various odd motions and antic gestures, whooping, halloeing, and crying in a frightful manner, as it is their custom. Having satisfied themselves in this sort of their mirth, they proceeded in a more tragical manner, taking the burning coals and sticks, flaming with fire at the ends, holding them near my face, head, hands, and feet, with a deal of monstrous pleasure and satisfaction, and at she same time threatening to burn me entirely if I made the least noise or motion of my body. T h u s tortured, as I was, almost to death, I suffered their brutal pleasure without being allowed to vent my inexpressible anguish otherwise than by shedding tears; even which, when these inhuman tormentors observed, with a shocking pleasure and alacrity, they would take fresh coals and apply near my eyes, telling me my face was wet, and that they would dry it for me. How I suffered these tortures, I have here faintly described, has been matter of wonder to me many times; but G o d enabled me to wait with more than common patience for a deliverance I daily prayed for. Having at length satisfied their brutal pleasure, �13 they sat round the fire and roasted their meat of which they had robbed my dwelling-. When they had prepared it, and satisfied their voracious appetites, they offered some to m e ; though it is easily imagined I had but little appetite to eat, after the tortures and miseries I had undergone, yet was I forced to seem pleased with what they offered me, lest, by refusing it, they had again resumed their hellish practices. What I could not eat, I contrived to get between the bark and the tree where I was fixed, they having unbound my hands until they imagined I had eat all they gave m e ; but then they again bound me as b e fore, in which deplorable condition was I forced to continue all that day. When the sun was set, they put out the fire, and covered the ashes with leaves, as is their usual custom, that the white people might not discover any traces or signs of their having been there. Going from thence along by the river, for the space of six miles, loaded as I was before, we arrived at a spot near the Apalachian mountains, where they hid their plunder under logs of wood , and Oh, shocking to relate ! from thence did these hellish monsters proceed to a neighbouring house, occupied by one Joseph Suider and his unhappy family, consisting of his wife, five children, and a young man, his servant. T h e y soon got admittance into the unfortunate man's house, where �14 they immediately, without the least remorse, and with more than brutal cruelty, scalped the tender parents and the unhappy children; nor could the tears, the shrieks, or cries of these unhappy victims prevent their horrid massacre; for having thus scalped them, and plundered the house of every thing that was moveable, they set fire to the same, where the poor creatures met their final doom amidst the flames, the hellish miscreants standing at the door, or as near the house as the flames would permit them, rejoicing and echoing back, in their diabolical manner, the piercing cries, heart-rending groans, and paternal and affectionate soothings, which issued from this most horrid sacrifice of an innocent family, not contented with what they had already done, they still continued their inordinate villiany, in making a general conflagration of the barn and stables, together with all the corn, horses, cows, and every thing on the place. Thinking the young man belonging to this unhappy family would be of some service to them in carrying part of their plunder, they spared his life, and loaded him and myself with what they had here got, and again marched to the Blue Hills, where they stowed their goods as before. M y fellow-sufferer could not long bear the cruel treatment which we were both obliged to suffer, and complaining bitterly to me of being unable �15 to proceed any farther, I endeavoured to condole him as much as lay in my power, to bear up under his afflictions, and wait with patience till, by the divine assistance, we should be delivered out of their clutches; but in vain, for he still continued his moans and tears, which one of the savages perceiving as we travelled on, instantly came up to us, and with his tomahawk gave him a blow on the head, which felled the unhappy youth to the ground, where they immediately scalped and left him. T h e suddenness of this murder shocked me to that degree, that I was in a manner like a statue, being quite motionless, expecting my fate would soon be the same; however, recovering my distracted thoughts, I dissembled the uneasiness and anguish which I felt, as well as I could, from the barbarians; but such was the terror that I was under, that for some time I scarce knew the days of the week, or what I did, so that, at this period, life indeed became a burden to me, and I regretted being saved from my first persecutors, the sailors. T h e horrid tact being completed, they kept on their course near the mountains, where they lay sculking four or five days, rejoicing at the plunder and store they had got. When became scarce, they made their way provisions towards Susquehana, where still, to add to the many barbarities they had already committed, passing near �16 another house inhabited by an unhappy old man, whose name was John Adams, with his wife and four small children; and, meeting withnoresistance, they immediately scalped the unhappy wife and her four children, before the good old man's eyes. Inhuman and horrid as this was, it did not satiate them, for when they had murdered the poor woman, they acted with her in such a brutal manner, as descency, or the remembrance of the crime, will not permit me to mention, and this even before the unhappy husband, who not being able to avoid the sight, and incapable of affording her the least relief, entreated them to put an end to his miserable being ; but they were as deaf and regardless to the tears, prayers, and entreaties of this venerable sufferer, as they had been to those of the others, and proceeded in their hellish purpose of burning and destroying his house, barn, cattle, hay, corn, and every thing the poor man a few hours before was master of. Having saved what they thought proper from the flames, they gave the old man, feeble, weak, and in the miserable condition he then was, as well as myself, burdens to carry, and loading themselves likewise with bread and meat, pursued their journey on towards the Great Swamp, where, being arrived, they lay for eight or nine days, sometimes diverting themselves in exercising the most atrocious and barbarous cruelties on �17 their unhappy victim, the old m a n ; sometimes they would strip him naked, and paint him all over with various sorts of colours, which they extracted, or made from herbs and roots ; at other times, they would pluck the white hairs from his venerable beard, and tauntingly tell him, he was a fool for living so long, and that they would shew him kindness in putting him out of the world ; to all which the poor creature could but vent his sighs, his tears, his moans, and entreaties, that, to my affrighted imagination, were enough to penetrate a heart of adamant, and soften the most obdurate savage. In vain, alas ! were all his tears, for daily did they tire themselves with the various means they tried to torment him— sometimes tying him to a tree, and whipping at others, scorching his furrowed cheeks with red-hot coals, and burning his legs, quite to the knees; but the good old man, instead of repining, or wickedly arraigning the divine justice, like many others in such cases, even in the greatest agonies, incessantly offered up his prayers to the Almighty, with the most fervent thanksgivings for his former mercies, and hoping the flames, then surrounding and burning his aged limbs, would soon send him to the blessful mansions of the just, to be a partaker of the blessings there. And during such his pious ejaculations, his infernal plages would come round him, mimicking �18 his heart-rending groans and piteous wailings One night after he had thus been tormented, whilst he and I were sitting together, condoling each other at the misfortunes and miseries we daily suffered, twenty scalps and three prisoners were brought in by another party of Indians. They had unhappily fallen in their hands in Cannojigge, a small town near the river Susquehana , chiefly inhabited by the Irish. These prisoners gave us some shocking accounts of the murders and devastations committed in their parts. T h e various and complicated actions of these barbarians would entirely fill a large volume ; but what I have already written, with a few other instances which I shall select from the information, will enable the reader to guess at the horrid treatment the English, and Indians in their interest, suffered for many years past. I shall therefore only mention, in a brief manner, those that suffered near the same time with This party who myself; now joined us, had it not, I found, in their power to begin their wickedness as soon as those who visited my habitation, the first of their tragedies being on the 25th day of October, 1754, when John Lewis, with his wife and three small children, fell sacrifices to their cruelty, and were miserably scalped and murdered, possessed his house, barn, and every thing he being burnt and destroyed. On the 28th, �19 Jacob Miller, with his wife and six of his family, together with every thing on his plantation, underwent the same fate. T h e 30th, the house, mill, barn, twenty head of cattle, two teams of horses, and every thing belonging to the unhappy George Folke, met with the like treatment— himself, wife, and all his miserable family, consisting scalped, of nine in number, being inhumanly then cut in pieces and given to the swine, which devoured them. I shall give another instance of the numberless and unheard of barbarities they related of the savages, and proceed to their own tragical end. substantial In short, one of the traders belonging to the province, having business that called him some miles up the country, fell into the hands of these devils, who not only scalped him, but immediately roasted him before he was dead ; then, like cannibals for want of other food, eat his whole body, and of his head made what they called an Indian pudding. From these few instances of savage cruelty, the deplorable situation of the defenceless inhabitants, and what they hourly suffered in that part of the globe, must strike the utmost terror to a human soul, and cause in every breast, the utmost detestation, nor only against the authors of such tragic scenes, but against those who, through perfidy, inattention, or pusillanimous and erroneous principles, suffered these savages at first, �20 unrepelled, or even unmolested, to commit such outrages and incredible depradations and murders ; for no torments, no barbarities that can be exercised on the human sacrifices they get into their power, are left untried or omitted. T h e three prisoners that were brought with these additional forces, constantly repining at their lot, and almost dead with their excessive hard treatment, contrived at last to make their ; but being far from their own settlements, and not knowing the country, were soon after met by some others of the tribes or nations at war with us, and brought back to their diabolical masters, who greatly rejoiced at having them again in their infernal power. creatures, T h e poor almost famished for want of sustenance, having had none during the time of their elopement, were no sooner in the clutches of the barbarians, than two of them were tied to a tree, and a great fire made round them, where they remained till they were terribly scorched and burnt, when one of the villians, with his scalping knife, ripe open their bellies, took out their entrails, and burnt them before their eyes, whilst the others were cutting, piercing, and tearing the flesh from their breasts, hands, arms, and legs, with red-hot irons, till they were dead. The third unhappy victim was reserved a few hours longer, to be, if possible, sacrificed in a more �21 cruel manner—his arms were tied close to his body, and a hole being dug deep enough for him to stand upright, he was put therein, and earth rammed and beat in all round his body, up to the neck, so that his head only appeared above the g r o u n d ; they then scalped him, and there let him remain for three or four hours in the greatest agonies; after which they made a small fire near his head, causing him to suffer the most excruciating torments imaginable, whilst the poor creature could only cry for mercy in killing him immediately, head. for his brains were boiling in his Inexorable to all his plaints, they continued the fire, whilst, shocking to behold, his eyes gushed out of their sockets; and such agonizing torments did the unhappy creature suffer for near two hours till he was quite dead! T h e y then cut off his head and buried it with the other bodies—my task being to dig the graves, which, feeble and terrified as I was, the dread of suffering the same fate, enabled me to do. I shall not here take up the reader's time, in vainly attempting to describe what I felt on such an occasion, but continue my narrative, as more equal to my abilities. A great snow now falling, the barbarians were a little fearful lest the white people should, by their traces, find which obliged out their, skulking retreats, them to make the best of their �22 way to their winter quarters, about two hundred miles farther from any plantation or inhabitants, where, after a long and tedious journey, being almost starved, I arrived with this infernal crew. The place where we were to rest, in their tongue is called Alamingo. There were found a number of wigwams full of their women and children. Dancing, shooting, and shouting, were their general amusements; and in all their festivals and lances they relate what successes they have had, and what damages they have sustained in their expeditions, theme. in which I became part of their T h e severity of the cold increasing, they stript me of my clothes, for their own use, and gave me such as they usually wore themselves, being a piece of blanket, a pair of mogganes, or shoe's, with a yard of coarse cloth to put round me instead of breeches. T o describe their dress and manner of living may not be altogether unacceptable to some of my readers; but, as the size of this book will not permit me to be so particular observe, as I might otherwise be, I shall just that they, in general, wear a white blanket, which in war-time they paint with various figures, but particularly the leaves of trees, in order to deceive their enemies, when in the woods Their mogganes are made of deer-skins, and the best sort have them bound round the edges with little beads and ribbands. On their legs they �23 wear pieces of blue cloth for stockings, some like our soldiers' splatter-dashes. T h e y reach higher than their knees, but not lower than their ancles. T h e y esteem them easy to run in. Breeches they never wear, but instead thereof two pieces of linen, one before and another behind. The better sort have shirts of the finest linen they can get, and to these some wear ruffles; but these they never put on till they have painted them of various Colours, which they get from the pecone root and bark of trees, and never pull them on to wash, but wear them till they fall to pieces. T h e y are very proud, and take great delight in wearing trinkets, such as silver plates, round their wrists and necks, with several strings of wampum, which is made of cotton, interwoven with pebbles, cockleshells, &c. down to their breasts, and from their ears and noses they have rings or beads which hand dangling an inch or two. T h e men have no beards, to prevent which they use certain instruments and tricks as soon it begins to grow. T h e hair of their heads is managed differently ; some pluck out and destroy all, except a lock hanging from the crown of the head, which they interweave with wampum and feathers of various colours. T h e women wear it very long, twisted down their backs with beads, feathers, and wampum, and on their heads most of them wear little coronets of brass or c o p p a r ; round �24 their middle they wear a blanket instead o f a petticoat. constant T h e females are very chaste and to their husbands; and if any y o u n g maiden should happen to have a child before marriage, she is never esteemed afterwards. A s for their food, they g e t it chiefly b y hunting and shooting, and boil or roast all the meat they eat. Their standing dish consists o f Indian corn soaked, then bruised and boiled. T h e i r bread is likewise made of wild oats, or sun-flower seeds. Their gun, tomahawk, scalping-knife, powder and shot, they carry with them in time o f war. T h e y in war decline open e n g a g e m e n t s ; bush fighting or skulking is their discipline; they are brave when engaged, having great fortitude in enduring tortures and are the most implacably vindictive people upon the e a r t h ; for they revenge the death of any relation, or any affront, whenever occasion presents, let the distance of time be never so remote. After l o n g enduring the greates of hardships with these Indians. I at last escaped out of their hand and went to Q u e b e c ; where, I was put on board a French Packet, bound for England, and after a passage of six weeks. We, at last, to our great j o y , arrived at P l y m o u t h , on the 6th of N o v e m b e r , 1756. FINIS � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 003: Title-page illustration of a dancing sailor wearing a hat, scarf, and open jacket. 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 Life and Astonishing Adventures of Peter Williamson, who was carried off when a child from Aberdeen and sold for a slave. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923354493505154">s0335b26</a> Description An account of the resource 83 printed at bottom of title-page <span>Woodcut #03: Illustration on title-page of a dancing sailor wearing a hat, scarf, and open jacket</span> Abstract A summary of the resource. Told in first person, this autobiographic tale describes the life and miseries of Peter Williamson, who was kidnapped by slavers from the docks of Aberdeen when he was a child. Taken by the slavers to America, he was sold into bondage to a gentleman from North Britain who had experienced similar circumstances in his childhood and therefore treated Peter quite well, allowing him to pursue an education and rewarding him with freedom, a horse, and money upon his death. Peter worked his way up in the world, marrying well, gaining and working a tract of land of his own until the French-Indian War, at which point he was captured, enslaved, and tortured by Native Americans. The majority of the rest of the chapbook is dedicated to describing in gruesome detail the many acts of violence, murder, and torture that he witnesses and experiences while in the hands of his captors. The final few pages describe the fashion, food, warfare, and character of the Native Americans Peter observed during his time with this tribe before he escaped, fled to Quebec, and from there to England. Wikipedia entry for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Williamson">Peter Williamson</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Aberdeen, Scotland Québec (Province) England Subject The topic of the resource Slavery War Crime Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada 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. 24 pages 16 cm 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> 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 Type The nature or genre of the resource biography Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): jacket Fashion (Clothing): pants Fashion (Clothing): sailor uniform Fashion (Clothing): scarves Fashion (Clothing): top hat Fashion (Clothing): waist coat Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Occupation : sailor Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2d186dd14cab594620da1d15923f89c3.pdf 97ac42c484c42b33739bb43332eb33bf PDF Text Text THE L I F E A I D D E A T H OF FAIR ROSAMOND, 'CONCUBINE TO K I N G H E N R Y IE. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 11 �FAIR ROSAMOND. When as King Henry rul'd this land, The second of that name; Besides the queen, he loved dear A fair and courtly dame. Most peerless was her beauty found, Her favour and her face; A sweeter creature in the world, Could never prince embrace. Her crisped locks, like threads of gold Appear'd to each man's sight; Her comely eyes, like orient pear Did cast a heavenly light. The blood within her crystal cheeks, Did such a colour drive, As though the lily and the rose For mastership did strive Fair Rosamond, fair Rosamond, Her name was called so, To whom dame Eleanor our queen, Was known a deadly foe. The king therefore, for her defence Against the furious queen, At Woodstock builded such a bower, The like was never seen. �Most curiously the tower was built, Of stone and timber strong, One hundred and fifty doors Did to this tower belong. And they so cunningly contrived, With turnings round about, That none without a clue of thread Could enter in or out. Now, for his love and lady's sake, Who was both fair and bright, The keeping of the tower he gave Unto a valiant knight. But fortune that doth often frown, Where it before did smile, The king's delight, the lady's joy, Full soon she did beguile. For why, the king's ungracious son Whom he did high advance, Against his father raised wars, W'ithin the realms of France. But yet before our gracious king The English land forsook, Of Rosamond, his lady fair, His farewell thus he took. My Rosamond, my lovely Rose, Who pleaseth best mine eye, The fairest flower in all the world To feed my phantasy. /t �4 The flower of my affected heart, Whose sweetness doth excel, My Royal Rose, an hundred times I bid you now farewell. For I must leave rny fairest Rose, My sweetest Rose apace, And cross the ocean into France, Proud rebels to debase. But still my Rose, be sure thou shalt My coming shortly see, And in my heart, when hence I am, I'll bear my Rose with me. When Rosamond, the lady bright, Did hear the king say so, The sorrows of it grieved her so, Her outward looks did show. And from h^r clear and crystal eyes, The tears gush'd out apace, And like the silver pearl dew Ran down her comely face. And falling down into a swoon, Before King Henry's face, Full oft within his princely arms Her body did embrace. And twenty times with wat'ry eyes,, He kiss'd her tender cheek, Until he had revived again Her spirit mild and meek. �5 Why grieves my Rose ? my sweetest Rose, The king did often say ; Because, said she, to bloody wars My lord must pass away. But since your grace in foreign parts, Amongst your foes unkind. Must go to hazard life and limb, Why must I stay behind ? Nay, rather let me like a page Thy sword and target bear, That on my breast the blow may light That would offend my dear. O, let me in your royal tent Prepare your bed at night, And with sweet baths refresh you there, As you return from fight. So I your presence will enjoy, No toil I will refuse; But wanting you my life is death, Which doth true love abuse. Content thyself, my dearest love Thy rest at home shall he, In England's sweet and pleasing court, For travels fit not thee. Fair ladies brook not bloody wars. Sweet peace their pleasure breed, The nourisher of heart's content, Whose fancy first doth feed. �6 My Rose sliall rest in Woodstock bower With music's sweet delight, While I among the piercing pikes Against the foes do fight. My Rose in robes of pearl and gold, With diamonds rich and bright, Shall dance the galliards of my love, While I my foes do smite. And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust, To be my love's defence Be careful of my gallant Rose, When I am parted hence. And here withal he fetch'd a sigh, As though his heart would break; And Rosamond, for very grief, Not one plain word could speak. And at their parting, well they might In heart be grieved sore, After that day fair Rosamond The king did ne'er see more For when his grace had passed the seas, And into France was gone, Queen Eleanor with envious heart, To Woodstock came anon. And forth she calls the trusty knight Who kept this curious bower, And with a clue of twisted thread, Come from this famous flower. �7 But when they had wounded him, The queen his thread did get, She went where Lady Rosamond Like a young queen was set. But when the queen with stedfast eyes, Beheld her lovely face, She was amazed in her mind, With such exceeding grace. Cast off, said she, these fine wrought robes, That rich and costly be, And drink you up this deadly draught Which I have brought to thee. But presently upon her knees, Fair Rosamond did fall, And pardon of the queen she craved, For her offences all. Take pity on my youthful years, Fair Rosamond did say; And let me not with poison strong Be forced for to die. 1 will renounce my sinful life, And in some cloister hide: Or else be banished if you please, To range the world so wide. For sure the fault which I have done I was forced thereunto, Preserve my life and punish me, As vou think fit to do. �8 And with these words, her lily hands, She wrung full often there, And down her comely face Proceeded many a tear. But nothing could this furious queen Herewith appeased be, Except the cup of deadly poison, Which she held on her knee. She gave this comely dame to drink, Who took it from her hand, And from her bended knees arose. And on her feet did stand: When, casting up her eyes to heaven, She did for mercy call, And drinking up the poison strong, She lost lier life withal. And when that death thro' every limb Had done its greatest spite, Her chief foes could but confess, She was a glorious sight. Her body then they did entomb, When life was fled away, At Woodstock near to Oxford town. As may be seen this day. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1537ad04492db4d13cf75f7fbaf69fba.jpg 36e9e28ba5cc159fb90baeba476edb04 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 3072 Width 1951 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 Life and Death of Fair Rosamond, Concubine to King Henry II. 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Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Henry II, King of England, 1133-1189 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> 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. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Clifford, Rosamond, d.1176? Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/13cc835e820c87aee4f72ae2d79e0ac2.pdf fbf410f4a91970bf1830aea62e819861 PDF Text Text THE LIFE AND DEATH OF FAIR ROSAMOND, CONCUBINE to King Henry the II. FALKIRK; PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �FAIR ROSAMOND. as King Henry rul'd this land, The second of that name ; Besides the queen he loved dear, A fair and comely dame. Most peerless was her beauty found, Her favour and her face : A sweeter creature in the world, Could never prince embrace. Her crisped locks like threads of gold, Appear'd to each man's sight, Her comely eyes like orient pearl, Did cast a heavenly light. The blood within her crystal cheeks, Did such a colour drive, As though the lily and the rose For mastership did strive. Fair Rosamond, fair Rosamond, Her name was called so, To whom dame Eleanor our queen, Was known a deadly foe. The king therefore for her defence, Against the furious queen, At Woodstock builded such a bower, The like was never seen. WHEN �3 Most curiously the bower was built, Of stone and timber strong, An hundred and fifty doors, Did to this tower belong. And they so cunningly contriv'd, With turnings round about, That none without a clue of thread Could enter in or out. Now for his love and lady's sake, Who was both fair and b r i g h t ; The keeping of the bower he gave, Unto a valiant knight. But fortune that doth often frown, Where it before did smile, The king's delight, the ladys joy Full soon she did beguile. For why the king's ungracious son, Whom he did high advance, Against his father raised wars, Within the realms of France. But yet before our gracious king The English land forsook, Of Rosamond his lady fair, His farewell thus he took, My Rosamond, my only Rose, Who pleaseth best mine eye, The fairest flower in all the world T o feed my phantasy. �4 The flower of my affected heart, Whose sweetness doth excel; My royal rose, an hundred times I bid you now farewell. For I must leave my fairest rose, My sweetest rose apace, And cross the ocean into France, Proud rebels to debase. But still my rose, be sure thou shalt, My coming shortly see, And in my heart, when hence I am, I'll bear my rose with me. When Rosamond the lady bright, Did hear the king say so, T h e sorrows of it grieved her so, Her outward looks did show. And from her clear and crystal eyes, The tears gush'd out apace, And like the silver pearl dew, Ran down her comely face. And falling down into a swoon, Before King Henry's face ; Full oft within his princely arms, Her body did embrace. And twenty times with wat'ry eyes, He kiss'd her tender cheek, Until he had revived again, Her spirit mild and meek. �5 Why grieves my rose? my sweetest rose The king did often say, Because, said she, to bloody wars, My lord must pass away. But since your gracc in foreign parts, Amongst your foes unkind, Must go to hazard life and limb, Why must I stay behind. Nay, rather let me like a page, Thy sword and target bear. That on my breast the blow may light, That should offend my dear. O let me in your royal tent, Prepare your bed at night! And with sweet baths refresh you there As you return from fight. So I your presence will enjoy, No toil I will refuse: But wanting you, my life is death, Which doth true love abuse. Content thyself, my dearest love, Thy rest at home shall be, In England's sweet and pleasing court, For travels fit not thee, Fair ladies brook not bloody wars, Sweet peace their pleasure breed, The nourisher of hearts content, Whose fancy first did feed. �6 My rose shall rest in Woodstock bower, With music's sweet delight, While I among the piercing pikes, Against the foes do fight. My rose in robes of pearl and gold, With dimands rich and bright, Shall dance the galliards of my love, While I my foes do smite. And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust, To be my love's defence ; Be careful of my gallant rose, When I am parted hence. And here withal he fetch'd a sigh, As though his heart would break, And Rosamond for very grief, Not one plain word could speak. And at their parting well they might, In heart be grieved sore, After that day, fair Rosamond The King did ne'er see more. For when his grace passed the seas, And into France was gone, Queen Eleanor with envious heart, To Woodstock came anon. And forth she calls the trusty knight, Who kept this curious bower ; And with a clue of twisted thread, Come from this famous flower. �7 But when they had wounded him, The queen his thread did get, And went where Lady Rosamond Was like a lady set. But when the queen with stedfast eyes Beheld her lovely face, She was amazed in her mind, At such exceeding grace. Cast off, said she, these fine wrought That rich and costly be, (robes, And drink you up this deadly draught Which I have brought to thee. But presently upon her knees, Fair Rosamond did fall, And pardon of the queen she crav'd, For her offences all. Take pity on my youthful years, Fair Rosamond did cry ; And let me not with poison strong, Be forced for to die. I will renounce my sinful life, And in some cloister bide; Or else be banished if you please. To range the world so wide. And sure the fault which I have done, I was forced thereunto, Preserve my life and punish me, As you think fit to do. �8 And with these words her lily hands, She rung full often there, And down along her comely face, Proceeded many a tear. But nothing could this furious queen, Herewith appeased be, The cup of deadly poison strong, Which she held on her knee, She gave this comely dame to drink, Who took it from her hand, And from her bended knees arose, And on her feet did stand : When casting up her eyes to heav'n, She did for mercy call, And drinking up the poison strong, She lost her life withal. And when that death thro' every limb Had done its greatest spite, Her chiefest foes could but confess, She was a glorious sight. Her body then they did entomb, When life was fled away, At Woodstock, near to Oxford town, As may be seen this day. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/31ad64c7ffa660542cf806b889eb348a.jpg 07443da5e3acbbe55a9b6b4f5baaa3d2 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 3126 Width 1772 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 Life and Death of Fair Rosamond, Concubine to King Henry the II. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-1850?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #60 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a crown on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks-Scotland-Falkirk 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. National Library of Scotland<a title="http://www.nls.uk/" href="http://www.nls.uk/" target="_blank" rel="noopener"> http://www.nls.uk/</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 Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers