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A COLLECTION OF
S O N G S , &c.
No,
CONTAINING
VH.
HEST, WARRIOR, REST.
THE SAILOR'S ADIEU.
PIBROCH OF DONNEL
DIW.
I'VE BEEN
R6MNG.
FAREWELL TO AYRSHIRE.
If WAS THE BOY FOR BEWITCING 'EMCAULD KAIL IN
ABERDEEN.
"GLEE.
EDINBURGH:
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�Rest. Warrior. Rest. ^
n e eomes from the war#, from the i e d ^ e l p of fight,
f i e comes thro' the storm and the darkrife& of flight,
For rest and for refuge now f^in to implore,
T he warrior bends low at the Cottager's door.
Pale, pale, is his cheek; there's ^ash on his brow ;
His locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow;
And the fire of his heart shoots l^y fits fVcrm his eye,
Like a languishing lamp that just flashes to die.
llest. Warrior, rest—r^st, Warrior, rest.
Sunk in sUencc and sleep on the Cottager's bed,
Oblivion shall visit thf ,wajvfveary
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Perchance he may dream, but the vision shall tell
Of his lady Love's bower and her latest farewell.
Illusion and love chase the battle's alarms;
H e shall dream that his mistress Ues lock'd in his
arms;
He shall feel on his lips the sweet warmth of her
kiss!
Ah ! Warrior, wake not! such slumber is bliss:
Rest, Warrior, rest—rest, Warrior, rest.
The Sailor s Adieu.
The topsails shiver in the wind,
T h e ship she casts to sea;
But yet my soul, my heart, my mind.
Are, Mary, moord with thee :
For though thy sailor's bound afar,
.. • Still love shall be his guiding star.
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Should landmen flatter when we're sail'd,
0 , doubt their artful tales ;
No galL.nt sailor ever fail'd.
It love breath'd constant gales;
Thou art the compass of my soui,
Which steers my heart from pole to pole.
Sirens in every port we meet,
More fell than rocks op waves ;
But such as grace the British fleet,
jjre lovers and not slaves ;
No foes our courage shall subdue,
although we've left our hearts with you.
These are the cares, but if you're kind,
We'll scorn the dashing main,
The rocks, the billows, and the wind,
The power of France and Spain :
Now Britain's glory rests with you,
Our sails are full,—sweet girls, adieu !
Pibroch of Dmnel
Dim.
Pibroch of Don nel Dhu,
Pibroch of Donne I,
Wake thy wild voice'anew,
S u mm o n CI an C o h ii e i;
Come away, coniealways * .
Hark to the sUmrrtons ;
Come in your war array,
Gentles and commons.
�Come frae deep glen
Frae mountains so rocky;The war-pipe and ppimon
Are at lnverlochy.
Gome every highland paid,
And ime heart th^L wean*
Come every s^teel blade.
And' stK.ong hand .that bears-one.
lieaye the deer, leave th$ steer ;
Leave nets and barges;
Com q wit h yoa r figh ting gear,
Broad-sword s, an A targes.
Undented leave the- herd,
The flock wkihoisU> shelter
Leave the corpse iinintefr'd,,
The bride at the altar.
as the winds come,
When forests are rended ;.
Come v jas the waves come, .
When navies.are* stranded.
Faster coH^e^ fiisto g o ;
Faster* W& faster-:
C h i ei'y v assa 1, page^ a g r o o m y .
Tenant and master.
Fast they come, fast they come;
See how they gather :
Wide waves the eagle plume*
Blended with heather*
�Oast your plaids, draw your blades*
Forward each man set;
Pibroch of Donncl Dhu^
Now foi: the onset.
I've hem
Rpving.,
I've been roving, I've been
U p and dawn the street all night;;
And I'm c o m i n g s I ' m coding,
Rolling home mow bv daylight.
I've been roving, &c.
I?ve been drinking, I'vq been, drinking^
What folks da when they are dry ;
And I'm coming, and Tm coming,
With a good drop in my eye-.
I've been smoking, I've been smoking
Where some jolly boy&
m?et;
And I'm coming,
I'm coming,
With a pipe stack in my cheek.
I've been,gaming, I've been gaming*.
Where I've lost all, that I had ;
And I'm coming, and I'm coming.
Once again to coax old dad.
I've been wenching, Tve been wenching^
Like the other bloods of town ;
And I'm coming, and I'm coming,
Clean done out. without a, UrowEU
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Drenched both with mild and rain.
Rolling drunk now back again;
And I'm coming, and I'm coming,
lioiling drunk now back again.
I've been roving, kc.
Farewell to Ayrshire.
Scenes of wo, and scenes of pleasure,
Scenes that former thoughts .renew
Scenes of wo, and scenes of pleasure,
Now a sad and last adieu I
Bonnie Doon, sac sweet at gloaming,
Fare thee weel before 1 gang ;
Bonnie Doon, where early roaming,
First I weav'd the rustic sang.
Bowers, adieu ! whe^e love decoying
First enthral I'd this heart o' mine ;
There the saf test sweets enjoying,
Sweets that mem'ry ne'er shall tyn
Friends so near my bosom ever,
Ye hae render'd moments dear;
But, alas ! wheir forced to sever,
Then the stroke, Q how severe ! •
.
Fi'iends, that parting tear reserve it.
Though 'tis doubly dear to me ;
Could I think I did deserve it,
How much happier would I be.
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Scenes of wo, and scenes of pleasure,
Scenes that former thoughts renew;
Scenes of wo, and scenes of pleasure.
Now a sad and last adieu.
I was the Boy for bewitching * em
I was the boy for bewitching 'era,
Whether good-humour'd or coy ;
All cried, when I was beseeching 'em,
Do what you will with me joy.
Daughters, be cautious and steady,
Mothers would cry out for fear ;
Won't you take care now of Teddy ?
Oh, heis the devil ray dear.
For I was the boy, &c.
From ev'ry quarter I gather d 'em,
Very few rivals had J ;
'
If I found any I feathered Vm ;
That made 'em plaguily shy,
Pat Moony my S heel ah once meeting,
I twigg'd him beginning his clack ;
Says he, At my heart I've a beating ;
Says I, Then take one at your back.
For I was the boy, &c.
Many a lass that would fly away,
When other wooers but spoke,
Once if I looked her the die-awayf
There was an end of the joke.
�*8
Beauties no matter how cruel,
Hundreds of lads though they'd cross*
When I caitie fiigh to them, jewel,
•ffefted like mud m a frost.
For I was the l>oy, %e. ,
Can Id Kail in Aberdeen,
There's cauid kail ki Aberdeen,
And
nddcariii^trathbogie;
But iiaething drives awa the spleen
Sae weePs a Social coggie.
That mcVrtalV^iife nae pleasure shares,
Wha brack!s o'er a' that's foggie ;
Whene'er I'm fash'd vvi' wmidly cares*
I drown them in a co^gte.
"Thus merrily my time X p&ss,
With spiritsi brisk and voggie,
Ble^t With my biiiks : awct" my svVeet 1'aSs,
My cronies'a*nd'my coggie.
T h e n haste, and gie's 5n aukl Scots sing,
S i c 1 i k e as It kiixentie'Ogi e ;
A gude "Scots saug "carries nevet WraXfg,
' V he'n*
V
& i£i(ntn cog£i£.
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Here's a health to all good losses,
pledge it merrily fill your glasses,
Let a bumper toast go round !
May they live a life of pleasure,
Without rfiktisre< without
f o r with them
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Rest, Warrior, Rest.
The Sailor's Adieu.
Pibroch of Donnel Dhu.
I've been roving.
Farewell to Ayrshire.
I was the boy for bewitching 'em.
Cauld Kail in Aberdeen.
Glee.
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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A COLLECTION OF
S O N G S, &c.
No*
CONTAINING
THE
VI If.
SOLDIERS
JOHN HIGH
IF THE HEART
ROBIN
DRINK
RETURN.
LANDMAN.
OF A MAN.
ADAIR.
TO ME ONL Y.
OHJ REST
THEE
BABE.
FAR, FAR AT SEA.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR'THE BOOKSELLER^
�' i h vuwr'f>i i u v i a
The Soldier 's Return*
When wild wars deadly blast was biawn,
And gentte peace returning.
And eyes again with pleasure beamed
That had been bleared with mourning,
I left the lines and tented field,
Where lang I'd been a lodger,
M y humble knapsack a* my wealthy
A poor and honest sodger.
A ieal light heart was in my breast,
M y hand unstained wi' plunder;
And for fair Scotia, hame again,
I cheery on did wander.
I thought upon the banks o Coil,
I thought upon my Nancy ;
I thought upon her witching smile
That caught my youthful faney.
A t length I reach'd the bonnie glen,
Where early life I sported ?
I passed the mill, and trysting thorn,
Where Nancy aft I courted :
W h o spied I but my ain dear maid,
Down by her mother's dwelling !
And turn'd me round to hide the flood
That in my een was swelling.
Wi* alter'd voice, quoth 1, sweet lass,
Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom,
O ! happy, happy may he be,
That's dearest to thy bosom I
�My purse is 1'ght, I've far to gang,
And tain would be thy lodger ;
] \ e kerv\l my king and country lang—
Take pity on a sodger !...
Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me,
And lovelier grew then ever;
Quo' fche, a sodger a nee I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never:
Our humble cot and hamely fare,
Y e freely shall partake i t ;
That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
Y eYe welcome for the sake o*t.
She gaz'd—she redden'd like a r o s e Syne pale like ony lily ;
She sank within my arms, and cried,
Art thou my ain dear Willie?
By Him * ho made yon sun and s k y By whom true loves regarded,
I am the man: and thus may still
True lovers be rewarded!
The wars are o'er, and I'm come lmrne*
And find thee still true hearted ;
Though poor in gear, we're rich in love,
jjnd mair we'se ne'er be parted.
QutV she, my grand si re left me gowd*
A muhn' plemsh'd fairly ;
( > m e then, my faithful sodger lad,
ThouYt welcome to it dearly.
�4
For gold the iticrchartt ploughs the mai%
The- farmer ploughs the manor ;
But oinry is the sbdger s prize,
The so(iter's- weakh- h honour :
The brave poor sodger ne'er despise.
Nor count him as a stranger;
Keniernber, he's his country's stay,
In day and hour of danger.
John Hiqlilandman»
A Highland lad my love was born.
The Lawland laws he held in scorn ;
But lie $U\l was faithfuVta his clan,
M v gallant braw John Highbadman I
Sing hev, my bravv Joh.n Highlandman
Si ut;' ho, m y i bra w John Iii» hlau dm an J
There's not a lad in a* the l:u>\
Was match J or my Joiin High landman
With his philaheg and tartan plaid,
An' gude claymore down by his side
The ladies hearts he did trep an,
My gallant Braw John Hlghlanciman!
Sing hey, ;&cu ''
••'
'?
W e ranged a' from Tweed to Spcy r
A n d l i v \ l like lords and ladies gay ;
F o r a Law la if face lie leant nane,
Jvly tjaila.nt braw J o h n nighlaudmaju I
hey,. &t\
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They hanislfd him beyond the sea,.
But ere the I)mi was on the tree,
A down my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John l i igh land m an !
Sin<>- hev,' &e.
O »
;
But ah, they catoh\I him at the last,
And bound him in a dungeon fast;
My curse upon tlit m every one,
They've hang'd my braw John Highkndman
Sing hey, &c.
And now a widow I must mourn
Departed joys that ne'er return ;
No comfort but a hearty eann
When I think on John High land man.
Sing hey, &c\
If (lie Heart of a Man.
If the heart of a man is depressed with -'cares,
The mist is duspeli'd when a woman appears;
Like the notes of -i fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly,
liaises the spirits aiui charms our eiirs ;
Roses and lillies her cheeks distHo^e,
But her ripe lips are far svveeler than thbse;
Press her,
Caress her,
With blisses,
Her kisses
Dissolve us in pleasure and soft repose.
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Robin Adair,
What's this dull town to me ?
Robin's not near.
What was't I wished to see?
What wished to hear ?
Where's all the joy and mirth,
Made this t nvn a heav'n i n earth !
Oh, they're all fled with thee!
Rt bin Adair.
What made th' acsembly shine ?
Robin Adair.
What made the ball so fine ?
Robin was then %
What, when the play was o'er.
What made my heart so sore ?
Oh, it was parting with
Robin Adair.
But now thoifrt cold to me*
Robin Adair !
But now thou rt cold to me,
Robin Adair!
Yet he I loved so well;
Still in my heart shall 'dwell.
Oh, I can neVr forget
Robin Adair,
�Drink to me §nty.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kis>s but in the cup,
And Fit not look fur wine.
T h e thirst that in my soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine ;
But might I of Jove s nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
I sent the late a rosy wieath,
Not so much hon ring thee.
As giving it a hope, that there
It would not wither'd be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe.
And sent it back lo me;
Since when, it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
Ok ! Rest the babe.
Oh ! slumber, my darling,
Thy sire is a knight,
Thy mother's a lady
So lovely and bright \
The hills and the dales*
From the towers which we
They all shall belong,
My dear infant to thee.
Oh ! rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on
day;
O h ! rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep \x
you may.
i
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Oh ! rest tltee^lmy darling,.-;.
The time it shall comty
Wiien;tl]tyf sjeep shall be broken
By bwipet'and druui,
'!
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Then r o t thee,, rhy darling,
Oh ! sleep civile you may,
F ( > r w n r v<) r i i e s. w i t h m a n 1 rood ,
As -light comes' with day.
Oil ! rest thee, babe, &c».
Farj Far at Sea»
*Twas night, wheh the fvell had tolPd'twelve,
Aud }Toor Susan %as'M-cf on her pillow,
In her ear whispered sortie Meeting five,
Your love is now toss'd on a billow,
Far, far at sea,
Alt was dark ! as she woke out of breath,
Not an object her fears could discover*
All was still as the silence of death,
irave fancy, which painted her lover,
Far, far at
So she whisper d a prayer, closed her eyes,
But the phantom still haunted her pillo\f ;
Whilst in terror she echoed his cries,
A h struggling, he sunk in the billows
Far*. far at tea.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. VIII Containing The Soldier's Return. John Highlandman. If the heart of a man. Robin Adair. Drink to me only. Oh! Rest thee Babe. Far, Far at sea.
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The Soldier's Return.
John Highlandman.
If the heart of a man.
Robin Adair.
Drink to me only.
Oh! Rest thee Babe.
Far, Far at sea.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #15 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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A COLLECTION OF
S O N G S ) &c*
I
N©.
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IX.
PADDY THE PIPER.
THE C IT'S SERENADE.
A SOLDIER S GRATITUDE.
BE MINE DEAR MAID.
TH E C A S H LI A N MAI D.
SEE THE CONQU RING HERO COMES.
THE BQYS OF KILKENNY.
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I SAW THY FORM.
O H ! THAT MY LOVE WERE YONDER ROSE.
EDINBURGH t
�Paddy the Piper.
W h e n . T yylis a hoy in my f a t h e r s rniid edifice.
Tender and hire as a pig in a sty,
Qu>t at the door as I looked with a steady p h i z t
W h o but P a t Murphy the P i p e r came by r
Says Paddy, 4 few play this music, can you play
Says I, 4 1 can't tell, for I never did try
H e told nie that he had a charm,
T o make the pipes prettily speak,
T h e n squeezed a bag under his arm,
A n d &weet!y they set up a squeak ;
W i t h a farahu iaralla loo, oeh ! honey, how he
handled the drone,
A n d then such sweet music he blew, 'twould have
melted the heart of a stone.
' ' Y o u r pipes/ said I , ' P a d d y , so neatly come
over me.
Naked I ' l l wander wherever it blows ;
A n d if my father should try to recover me,
Sure it wont be by describing my clothes,
T h e music 1 hear n o w , takes hold of my ear n o w ,
A n d leads me alt over the work! by the nose.'
So I followed his ba£-pipe >o sweet,
A n d sung as I leap'd like a frog,
Adieu to my family seat,
So pleasantly placed in a hog,
W i t h my farala, Iaralla loo, how sweetly he handled
the drone.
A n d then such sweet music he blew, 'twould have
melted the heart of a stone.
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F u l l fivs years I followed him, nothing could Sunder us,
I
T i l l he one morning had taken a sup,
A n d slipped from a bridge in a river just under ns,
m
Souse to the bottom just like a blind pnp,
I roar'd out, and bawTd out, and lustily cali'tl out,
' G F a d d y , my friend, don't you mean to come
up?'
H e was as dead as a nail in a door ; —
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P o o r Pady was laid on the shelf;
So I took up his pipes on the shore*
A n d now I've set up for myself.
W i t h my farala laralla loo, to be sure I have not
got the knack,
T o play farala laralla loo, a y , and' bubaroo dldaroo whack.
The Cat's Serenade.
T h e lamps are faintly gleaming, love,
T h e thief on his walk is scheming, love !
A n d it's sweet to crawl
O'er the dead v •II,
\
i V h i l e the tabbies are gently screaming;, love,
T h e n put out one paw so white, my dear,
T h e house tops are covered with light my dear,
T h r o u g h the day, at our ease,
We'll sleep when we please.
A n d we'll ramble abroad through the naight,
11 iv dear.
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N o w ail the world is sleeping, love,
But the bulky his night-watch keeping, l o v e !
And I who wait,
On this cold, cold slate,
While y#ur at the mouse-hole peeping, love !
T h m , awake, till rise of sun, my dear,
A i i d w e l l have the devil's own fun my d e a r :
For if you lo<ik shy.
Faith it s all in my eye,
F o r away with another I l j r i r a , my dear.
A Soldiers Gratitude•
W h a t e ' e r my fate, wherever I roam.,
By sorrow still oppressed,
111 neVr forget the peaceful home
T h a t gave a wand'rer rest;
T h e n ever on lift's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets >trew'd9
Still naay you claim a soldiers thanks,
A soldier's gratitude.
T h e tender sigh, the ha I ray tear,
T h a t ttiefck-eyed pity gave,
M y last expiring fc^Hr *ball cheer.
A n d bWsa the wand'rers grave.
T b n ever on,
Be mine dear Maid.
B e mine dear maid, this faithful heart
Can never prove untrue ;
, r l V e r e easier far from life to part,
T h a n cease to live for you.
�T h e n turn thee not a w a y , ray love,
Oh ! turn thee noi away.
For by the light of truth I swear
T o love thee night and day.
T o love thee, &c.
T h e lark shall first forget to sing,
W h e n mora unfolds the east,
E r e I by change or coldness ring
T h y fond confiding breast.
T h e n turn thee not away; my love.
O h ! turn thee not a w a y ,
F o r by the light of truth I swear
T o love thee night and*tby.
T o love thee,
The Casttlian Maid.
Oh ! remember the time irt Larnancha's s h a d e s
W h e n bur. moments so blissfully H e w ;
W h e n yon called me the l l o w r of Ca&tilian maids,
A n d I blush J to be calFd so by yon
W h e n I taught you to warble the gay Seguadille,
A n d to dance to the light Castanet ,:
0 h ! n ever dear y o fith, let y o u roam wli er e v ou
will*
T h e delight of those moments forge tV
T h e y tel 1 me v
1 ovfrs, from E r i n ' s green J-de,
lEv'ry hour a new passion can Irel j
A n d tli it soon in the Ugtit of so*ne
11er smi1e*
Y o u i 1 forget the, #our m:ud of Caffile.
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But they know not bow brave in the battle y o u are,
Or they never could think yen would r o v e ;
F o r 'tis always the spirit, most gallant in war,
T h a t is fondest and truest in love '
See the Conqu ring Hero comes.
S e e ! the conqu'Hng hero comes,
Sound the trumpet, beat the drums,
Sports prepare, the laurel bring,
Songs of triumph to him sing,
See the godlike youth advance,
Breathe the flutes and lead the dance,
Myrtles wreath, and roses twine,
To deck the hero's brows divine.
The Boys of Kilkenny.
O h the b o y s o f K i l k e n n y are stout roving blades,
W h e n tbey.get into company with pretty y o u n g
maids,
T h e y ' l l kiss them, and coax them, and spend their
money free,
A n d of all the towns in Ireland, K i l k e n n y for me.
O h ! M u s h a , fal de ral, de ral de rido, fal de
rido di da.
In the town of K i l k e n n y there runs a clear stream,
In t h e town of K i l k e n n y there lives a s w e e t dame,
H e r cheeks are like roses, and her lips much the
same,
~
L i k e a dish of fresh strawberries smother'd in
cream.
Oh ! Musha, fal de raj, &c.
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Heir ryes are as black as K i l k e n n y ' s blackWhfich tiirough my poor bosom have burnt a big
hole,
I l e r mind I'ke its river, is mild, clear, ami pure,
But.her heart is more hard nor its m a r b l e , T n i sure.
O h ! Musha, fal de ral, &c.
K i l k e n n y ' s a pretty town, and shines w h e r e it
stands, v - - ;... -i .
iiDtivu
A n d the more I think on it, the more my heart
warms
i
I f I was in K i l k e n n y F d think myself at home,
F o r it's there that I'd get sweethearts, but here I
get none
Oli ! Musha, fal de ral, &c.
I sazo 1hif form*
I saw t!vy IVTiri in yo.iwhfui prime,
Nor; thfvught iliat pale decay
\'V«*uhi Meal before the steps of time,
A n d wa*te its bloom away, Mary !
Y e i st. i i 1 t] i y ft a t u re s w ore tbat-Mght
Wh'uli fleets not with the breath ;
And life ne'er look'd more purely bright
T h a n in thy smile of death, Mary !,
A s streams that run o'er golden mines,
W i t h modest murmur g i i d e ;
N o r seem to know the wealth that shines
W i t h i n their gentle tide, M a r y !
So veil'd beneath in simple guise,
T h y radiant geaius shone;
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Arid that which eharm'd all other eyes,
Seerxfd worthless in thine own, M a r y I
I f m u k could always dwell above,
T h o u n e e r hadst left thy s p h e r e ;
O r eould we keep the souls we love,
W e ne'er had lost thee htre, M a r y !
Tho* many a gifled mind we meet,
Tho" fairest lorms we see ;
T o live w i t h them is far less sweet,
T h a n l o remember thep, Mary !
, that my Love tvere yonder Rose,
O h ! that my love were yonder rose
T h a t blooms within the garden wall,
A n d I a diamond drop of dew
U p o n her downy breast to fall.
Oh ! were m y love a primrose pale,
T h a t loads with scent the vernal a i r ;
A n d I a bee, its leaves amid,
T o sip the nectar lurking there.
Oh I were my love a violet,
T h a t blows upon yon grassy b e d ;
A n d I a gentle breeze, at even,
T o dally with her fragrant head.
Oh ! were my love a fleecy cloud,
Slow wafted through the midnight sky ;
A n d I a lovely pale moon-beam,
T h a t cloud to tir^e with silvery dye.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. IX Containing Paddy the Piper. The Cat's Serenade. A Soldier's Gratitude. Be min dear maid. The Castilian Maid. See the Conqu'ring Hero Comes. The Boys of Kilkenny. I saw thy form. Oh! That my love were yonder rose.
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Paddy the Piper.
The Cat's Serenade.
A Soldier's Gratitude.
Be min dear maid.
The Castilian Maid.
See the Conqu'ring Hero Comes.
The Boys of Kilkenny.
I saw thy form.
Oh! That my love were yonder rose
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8 pages
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Chapbook #17 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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ballads & songs
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[1815-1825?]
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A COLLECTION OF
No.
CONTAINING
WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE.
JENNY'S BAWBEE,
MARY.
THE BRAW FICKLE WOOER.
THE LANDLADY OF FRANCE,
NID NODDIN.
EDINBURGH s
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IVha 11 he King but Cliarlie.
T h e news frae Moidart earn' yestreen,
W ill soon gar mony ferlie,
For ships o' war have just come in,
An' landed royal Charlie!
Come through the heather,
Around him gather,
Ye're a' the welcomer early,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' thegither,
And crown your rightfu* lawfu' King,
For wha 11 be King but Charlie ?
The Highland clans wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o' Groats to Airly,
Ila'e to a man declar'd to stand,
Or fa' we' royal Charlie.
Come through the heather, :kce
The Lowlands a' baith great an' sma'
Wi' mony a Lord an' Laird, ha'e
Declar'd for Scotia's King an' law,
An' spier ye wha but Charlie.
Come through the heather, &c.
There's ne'er a lass in a' the land,
But vows baith late an' early,
To man sh'll ne'er gi'e heart or hand,
W h a wadna fecht for Charlie.
Come through the heather, &c.
Then here's a health to Charlie's cause,
An' be't complete and early,
His very name my heart's blood warms,—•
To arms for royal Charlie!
Come through the heather, &rc»
I
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Jenny $ Bawbee.
I met four chaps yon birks aniang,
W hanging lugs and faces lang :
I spier'd at neighbour Bauldy Strang,
What are these we see P
Quoth he, ilk cream-fac'd pawky chief
Thinks hansel* cunnin' as the deil,
And here they cam awa to steal
Jenny's bawbee.
The first, a captain to his trade,
Wi' ilUlin,d skull, and back weel clad,
March cl round the barn, and by the shed,
And papped on his knee.
Quoth he,, My goddess, nymph, and queen,
Your beauty's dazzl'd baith my een I
But deil a beauty he had seen
But Jenny's bawbee.
A Norland laird iieist trotted up,
Wi"1 bawsent naig, and siller whup!.
Cried, Here's my horse, lad, haud the grup,
Or tie him to a tree.
What's go wd to me? I've wall h o ' lan—
Bestow on ane o' worth your hari\
He thought to pay what he was awn
W? Jenny's bawbee.
A lawyer neist, wi" blethrin' gab,
And speeches wove like ony wab ;
O ilk ane's corn he took a dab,
And a1 for a fee ;
�A r counts he ©w\t through a' the town,
A hd tradesmen's ton &iies n ae m ai r cou 1 d drown
But now he \hoU'ght U clopt h is gown . . .
>
W"\ Jcnnv'* bawbee.
Quite spruce, jVi; t frae the wasl\in' tubs
A fool pain .nei>t, but life has,.rubs;
Foul were the the roi
and fir the dub$»
And *ai'r besniear'd was he:
He dan-e'd up/squintirf through a glass,
And gnnn'd, V l&ith, afobri rile lass;
l i e thought to win wi* f ront o' brass,
JennyV bawbee/
She bade the laird gate karne his wig,
11)e sodger not to strut so big,
The lawyer not to be a prig ;
The fool he cried, Tee hee !
J ken'd that I eouid never fail :
But she prinn'd the dishciout to his tail,
And coolM him
a water-pail,
And kept her bawbee.
Then Johnnie cam, a lad o" sense,
A ltho' he had na tnony pence ;
And took young- Jenny to the spence,
Wi* her to crack a wee.
Now Johnnii was a clever chie^
And here his suit he pressVisae we el,,
That Jenny's heart grew salt as jeel,
And she biiTd her bawbee.
Mary.
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave auid Scale's shore ?
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Will ye go ta the Indie*, my Mary.
Across tlr Atlantic's roar?
0 sweet gVowsthe lime and the orange*
And the apple upon the pine,
But a the chaVms o' the Indies
Can ever e^ual thine.
1 h/i.e, swofii by the Heavens to my Mary,
I hge s wpri) by t lie II eaVens to be Vrue;
And sae mixy the Heavens forget me,
W hen I forget my vow !
O plight me your fait hp my .Mary,
, .
And plight me your lily-white hand ;
O plight me your faith, my .Mary,
Bef6re I leave; Scbtia^s strand.
We hae plighted our troth, my Mary,
In mutual affection to join,
And curst be the qause that shall part lis !
The hour and the moment o* time !
The Br aw Fickle Wooer*
Last May a braw wooer came down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said there was naething I hated like men I
The deuce gae w f m to believe me, believe me,
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.
Re spak o'1 the darts oy my bonnie black een,
And vow'd for my loye he was dying;
I said he might die when he liked, for
The Lord forgie me for lyings f o r c i n g ,
The Lord for^ie me f e r Wing J
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A weel-stoeked mailen, himself for the laird.
And marriage, aff hand, was his proffers:
I never loot on that I ken'd it, or carcl,
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,
But thought 1 might hae waur offers.
But what wad ye think ? In a fortnight or less,
The deil tak his taste to gang near her!
l i e up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jade I I could bear her, could
bear her,
Guess ye how, the jade ! I could bear her.
But a' the neist week as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryste o* Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there,
I glowrd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowrM as I'd seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Lest neebours might say I was saucy;
My wooer he caper'd as heM been in drink,
And vowrd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.
I spier'd for my cousin, fu ? eouthie and sweet,
Gin she had recovered her hearin\
And how her new shoon fit her auld shack I't feet,
But, heavens4 ho w he fell a sweann\ a swearinV ,
But, heavens ! how he fell a swearin'.
«]
He begged for gttdesake ! I wad be his wife,
J
Or else 1 wad kill him vv'f sorrow:
a
So e'en to preserve tire poor body in life,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to morrow,
1 think I ~ maun wed him to-morrow.
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The Landlady of France.
A landlady of France, she loved an officer, 'tis said,
And this officer he dearly loved her brandy, Oh !
Sighed she, I love this officer, although his nose
is red,
And his legs are what his regiment call bandy
Oh!
But when the bandy officer was ordered to the coast,
How she tore her lovely locks that looked so
sandy, Oh !
Adieu, my soul, says she, if you write pray pay
the post;
But, before we part, let's take a drop of brandy
Oh !
She filled him out a bumper, just before he left
the town,
And another for herself, so neat and handy, Oh!
So they kept their spirits up, by their pouring
spirits down,
For love is like the cholic, cured with brandy,
Oh!
Take a boUle on't says she, for your going into camp,
In your tent you know, my love, 'twill be the
dandy, Oh!
Your right, says he, my life, for a tent is very
damp,
And 'tis better with my tent to take some brandy,
Oh !
�ft
Nid X odd in.
(ruck e*en to; yd ki miner, ainT'are'^d Vo'lit* lane ?
Come and see how. biylhe.-are we, Jor JLjaiu* is jjoine
haihe;
J
O but he's been lang avva, and 0 mv heiut Was ?air
Whcii I sobb'd out a long iareweei ni&ylie' to mlvt
nae rnair.
But were a" nod din, nid nid nod din ;
O we re ay noddin at our hou^e at hame.
0 Iang hae I iongbt, ear- and late did 1 toir.
My bairnies for to feed and cieed, my comiurt was
their smile ;
When I thougiit on Jamie far a-w?ay and o1 his love
so lain,
A boding thiob thriil'd tiiro1 niy heart we\lmaybe
meet again.
iNow we^ie a' noddin.,, fee*
W h e n he k ndeked at HiVe tioor I thouglit I kend
, f n jheirap.
••
i
/...-i^.,.. :. n /
"9
w *.
When little Katie cried, rny clad die lias canje back ?
A slt;un gaed throSny anxious bi east. as thought-.,
iui?y I sat,,
1 raise, I gaz'd, f ell in his arms, and bur&t'd out & graU
But we're a' noddiu, &c.
Tell a' our neigh hours, and bid them mine and see,
My Jamie, that's 'tome hame again, for dear he is
to me ;
For now, Since gentle peace has dawn'd upon Our
native isle,
liv'ry heart will now rejoice, andet'ry face will ymiUv
For we're a" noddin, &c.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. X Containing Wha'll be King but Charlie. Jenny's Bawbee. Mary. The Braw Fickle Wooer. The Landlady of France. Nid Noddin.
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Wha'll be King but Charlie.
Jenny's Bawbee.
Mary.
The Braw Fickle Wooer.
The Landlady of France.
Nid Noddin.
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[1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
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Chapbook #19 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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\
Subject
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
Jacobites
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<a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks </a>
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Activity: dueling/fighting
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire
Fashion (Clothing): military
Gender: man/men
Monarch: prince
Occupation: soldier
Outdoor Scene
Weapon: shield(s)
Weapons: sword(s)
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XI Containing The Traveller's Return. The Oath was Heard in Heaven. When sorrow left her native sphere. Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch. The Heath. Neil Gow's Farewell. Pady's Balloon. O saw ye my father.
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The Traveller's Return.
The Oath was Heard in Heaven.
When sorrow left her native sphere.
Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch.
The Heath.
Neil Gow's Farewell.
Pady's Balloon.
O saw ye my father.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #21 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
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[1815-1825?]
# of Woodcuts: 1
Architecture: ruins
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): upper class
Fashion (Clothing): working class
Gender: man/men
Nature: hill(s)
Nature: tree(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
T H E STORM.
ALLY C R O A K E R ,
T H E BOATIE ROWS.
SONG OF T H E M A R I N E R
MARCH. TO T H E B A T T L E F I E L D
BONNIE MARY HAY.
T H E H E R O MAY P E R I S H .
EDINBURGH
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t e a s e , rud# Boreas, b l u r r i n g raUery
List ye landsmen all to me,
Messmates, hear a ^ r o f h e r sailor
Sing the dangers of the sea,
From bounding billows first in motioft,
When the distant whirlwinds rise,
To the tempest troubled oeean,
W h e r e the seas Contend with skies,
H a r k ! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,—*
By top sail sheets and hmulyards stand \
Down top-gallants quick be hauling!
Down your stay-sails, hand, boys, hand !
Now it freshens, set the braces ;
Q u i c k the top-sail sheets let go :
L u f f , boys, luff, don't m a k e Wry faces;
U p your top-saiis nimbly clew.
Now all you on down-beds sporting,
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms,
Fresh enjoyments wanton courting,
Free from all but love's alarms,—
Roi;nd us roars the tempest loudet>
Think what fear our mint! enthralls :
Harder yet, it yet blows harder ;
Now again the boatswain calls.
T h e top-sail yards point to the wind, boys^
See all clear to reef each c o u r s e ;
Let the foresheets
; don't mind, boy-s,
Though the weather should be worse.
�Fore and $£t, the sprit-sail yard get ;
Reef the mi^eu ; see HI clear:
Hand up ! each preventer-brace get;
Man me lore-}!aid ; cheer, lads, cheer f
Now l d r e a d f u l thunders roaring !
Peais on peals contending clash !
On our heaus fierce rain falls pouring !
In our eyes blue lightnings flash !
One wide water all around us,
All above us one black sky !
PiiFYent deaths at once surround m 9
H a r k ! w h a t means that dreadful cry ?
T h e foremast's gone, cries e v ' r j tongue out,
O'er the lee, twelve feet 'hove deck;
A leak beneath the chest-tree's sprung o u t ;
Call ail hands to clear the wreck.
Quick the lanyards cut to pieces ;
Come, my hearts, be stout and bold ;
Plumb the well, the leak increases,
Four leet water in the hold.
"While o'er the ship wild waves are beating,
We for wives OF children mourn ;
A'as ! iff. m Ueuce there's no retrearing;
A1 as ! from hence there's no return.
Still the leak is gaining on us,
Both chain-pumps are chok'd beiow\
JrleavVi ha*e mercy now upon us !
V > only that, quti save us now }
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O'er the lee-beam is the land, hoys ;
Let (he guns oVrboard he thrown ;
T o the pump come every hand, hoys ;
See our mizen-mast is gone;
The leak we've found, it cannot pour fast :
We've lighten'd her a foot or more ;
Up, an(1 ri g a jury foremast ;
She rights, she rights, boys ! wear off shore.
Now once more on joys we're thinking,
Skice kind fortune spar'd our lives:
Come, the can, boys, let's he drinking
To our sweethearts and our .wives,
Fill it up, about ship wheel it ;
Close to th' lips a brimmer join ;
Where's the tempest now ? who feels it ?
None ! our danger's drovvxi'd in wine ?
Ally Croaker.
There lived a man in Kalena crazy,
W h o wanted a wife—to make him uneasy :
Long had he siglfd for ch ar Ally Croaker,
And thus the gentle youth bespoke her,
u
Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker f , r
This artless young man just come from the
schoolery,
A novice in love and all its foolery ;
Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker ;
And thus the gentleyOiuh bespoke her—
Will you marry
dear Ally QrOaker F
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He drank with the father, he talk'd with the
mother,
He rompt with the sister, he gam'd with the brother,
And gam\i till lie pawn'd his coat to the broker,
Which lost him the heart of his dear Ally Croaker.
Oh ! the fickle, fickle Ally Croaker.
To all you >oung men who are fond of gaming,
And losing your money while others are saving;
Fortune's a jiit, may the devil choak her,
A jilt more inconstant than dear Ally Croaker.
Oh ! the inconstant Ally Croaker*
The Boatie Roivs.
O weel may the boatie row.
And better may she speed ;
And iiesome may the boatie row,
That wins my bairns' bread ;
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
T h e boatie rows indeed ;
And weel may the boatie row,
That wins my bairns' bread*
When Jamie vow'd he wad be mine;
And wan frae me my heart,
O muckle lighter grew my creel,
He swore we'd never part:
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows fu* weel,
. And muckle lighter is the load,
Whan love bears up the creel.
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Wken> 8&vmey, <foek, an" Janetie^
Are up and gotten lair;
They'll help to
the boatie row,
And lighten a' our care.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows IV wtelv
And lightsome be her heart that- bears.
The murlain and the ereel.
And whan wi age we're worn down,
And ini'plirig round -the door,
They'll help to keep us dry and warr%
As we d i A t he m b e To re ;
Then weel may the boatie row,
She ivms the bairns* l>re ad ;
And happy be the lot d! a \
That wish the boatie speed.
Song of the Marmer.
Hurra ! &h>ng the foaming tide,
With wild waves dashing round,
With lurious speed I onwards ride,
And love the roaring sound.
Blow [ blow [ thou loud and fearful wind
Roil on thou an^ry sea !
I'll drink to. those I leave behind,—
111 drink, Joanne:, to thee t
0 I who would tremble at the storm,s
Or, like the coward, weep ?
I'd rather feel rriv bosom warm
At every lengthened sweep.
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The land is for the- dastard mirid,
Thv deep ! the deep ! for rue.—
Vl{ drink to those I ieave behind,
I'M drink, Joanne, to thee !
Love, clearest maid ! like mme ne'er shall
in empty words depart;
it still shall flourish fresh and fair
Within my faithful heart
Yes, there's a power who dwells above,
Who guards the brave and free,
He sees, and will reward our lo*e,
So here's a heaill) to thee !
f
March to the Batik Field.
March to the battle field,
The foe is now before us-:;
Each heart is freedom's shieldy
And heav'n is smiling o'er us.
T h e wees atid pai&s. t he galling chains*
VVliich kept -our spkits und e r,
in proud disdain we've broke again,
And tore each link asunder.
March to ibe battle field, &c.
Who, for bi,s country brave,
Wo i114 fly f r n rn. the in v ad er ?
W h o his -ba^e life to save,
Won 1 d traitor-jike -degrade her ?
Our hallow'd cause, our home and laws-,
'Gainst tyrant power s t a i n i n g ,
We'll gain a crown of bright renown,
'Or i e our rights maki^Hiitigv
March to the battie field,
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Bonnie Mary Hay,
Bonnie Mary Hay J will loe thee yet,
For thy eye is the slae and thy hair is the j e t ;
The snaw is thy skin, and the rose is thy cheek,
Bonnie Mary Hay I will loe thee y e t
Bonnie Mary Hay will you gang wi- me,
When the sun's in tlie west, to the hawthorn tree,
T o the hawthorn tree in the bonnle berry den,
And I'll tell you, Mary, how I loe you then ?
Bonnie Mary Hay it's haliday to me,
When thou art coothie, kind, and free,
There's nae clouds in the lift, nae storms in the
sky,
.
Ronnie Mary Hay when thou art nigh.
Bonnie Mary Hay thou manna say me nay,
But come to the bow'r by the hawthorn brae,
But come to the bow'r, and I'll tell ye a' what's
true,
I ne'er can loe ony other but you.
The Hero may Perish.
The hero may perish, his country to save,
And he lives in the records of fame;
T h e sage may the dungeons of tyranny brave—•
Ever honoured and blest be his name 1
But virtue that silently toils or expires,
No wreath for the brow to entwine;
T h a t asks but a smile—but a fond sigh requires,
O woman ! that virtue is thine.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XII Containing The Storm. Ally Croaker. The Boatie Rows. Song of the Mariner. March to the Battle Field. Bonnie Mary Hay. The Hero May Perish.
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The Storm.
Ally Croaker.
The Boatie Rows.
Song of the Mariner.
March to the Battle Field.
Bonnie Mary Hay.
The Hero May Perish.
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8 pages
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Occupation : sailor
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A COLLECTION OF
THE LAIIiD f); COCK PEN.
THE ROW;
JOHN ANDERSON MY JO.
MOGGY ADAIR.
UNFORTUNATE MARY.
AND SAE WILL WE YET.
ED M M
PRlNTEF FOR TBI
BOOK
ELLER5
�The Laird o Cockpen.
T h e Laird o- Coekpen, he's proud an1 he's great,
Bis mind is ta'en up wi' the things o' tho state:
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep;
But favour wi" wooing was fashions to seek.
Doun by the dike side a Lady did dwell;
At his table-head he thought she'd look well:
M ' d i s h ' s ae daughter o1 C la verse-ha1 Lee,
A penny less lass wi' a Jang pedigree.
His wig was weel-pouther'd as guid as when new,
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue.
H e put on a ring, a sword, and coek'd h a t ;
And wha could refuse the Laird wi' a' that ?
$$e -t-Qok
'grey -mane and rade canftily ;
iAn' r^p't at the y e $ o' Claverse/ha,* >Lee,;
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Gae tdi Mistress Jean to come speedily" ben ;
jSb.e'a wanted to speak to the I^aircl o* Cockpeti ?"
Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flow'r-wine,
" An* what brings the Laird at sic a like time
She pat affiher apron, an1 on her silk gown,
H e r mulch wi'red ribbons, an' gaed awn doun.
Atf whjin she cam ben, he bp_uedJir 'low;
An' what w#s his errand he .soon let her know:
Amaz'd
the Laird, when the Lady said,
lAn1 wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa.
Dumfunder'd he was, nae sigh did he gie f
He mounted his mare, an1 rade cannily ;
And aften he thocht, as he gaed thro' the gfe%
She's daft to refuse the Laird o1 Coekpeo*
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The Rota.
I knew by the noise that I heard all around,
In the street where I was, that a How it was
near*
And I said if there's fun this good night to be found,
As I love it so dearly, I shall sure find it here.
Every tongue seenrd employed, and the row did
increase,
Whilst the Charleys their rattles so cheerly spring.
I hoppM into the crowd, the news for to catch.
But scarcely had open'd my mouth to enquire,
When a rascally thief made off with my watch,
Tript my heels, and so laid me down flat in
the mire!
The watchmen surrounded, and bore me away.
And in limbo I sigh'd till the dawn of next day.
T o the justice tlpey took me, to tell my sad tale,
Who asked me what in defence Fd to say,
I told him that rogues in the crowd did assail,
My person abus' d, and my watch bore away.
He looking quite grim, bade me better hours keep,
Pay a shilling—Return to my home with all speed.
John Anderson my Jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first sequent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brefit;
• '-.JEW
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Burt n o w y()ur h e a < F s { u n 1 \ i
bauld, J o h n ,
Your Jocks are like the snow,
Y e t ble^sln^s on your frosty p o u v
J fil i n An de rson, my j o.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When nature first began
To try her canny hand, Joivti,
Her master-work was Man ;
And you ainaiig them a', John,
Sac trkr irae tap to tpe,
She proved to be nae journey-work,
John Anderson j my jo
John Ander^on, my jo, John,
Ye were my first conceit,
And ye needria think it strange, John,
Tho 1 1 ca1 ye trim arid neat;
Tho* some folks sae ye1 re auld John,
1 never think ye so,
But I thhik yere aye the same to me,
John Anderson, my jo.
J o h n Anderson^ mv jo.,. John, ...
W e ' u been our bairns' bairns,
And yet, my dear J<din Anderlon,
I'm happy in y o u r arms ;
AnH sae are*ye i n ! m i n e ,
John—
i'in sure ye l 1 ne1 er mv 11o,
T h o ' the days? are j>ane ihat we have
J o h n Anderson, mv jo.
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John Anderson, my.;, jo^ John,
What.pleasure does it
' T o see sae mony sprouts, J o h n ,
Spring up %ween you and me ;
A n d ilka lad arid lass, John,
I n our footsteps to go,
Makes perfect heaven here on earth,
J^hn Anderson my jo.
J oh n A nderson, my jo, J oh h 5
Frae year t"o year we've past,
And sdoh that year maun come John
Will bring us to our Jast :
But let yna thai affright us, John,
Our hearts were ne'er our foe;
While in innopent delight we lived,
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,
W e 'climb the hill thegither,
Add monie a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anilher ;
Now we maun totter down, J o h n ,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And vveUI sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo,
'
/Idair, ' ' '
What's i\lJ the world to me,!
Desert and bare,!
There it was limping J^'ed
{iifce) her a rihh6u red,
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For which I broke his head-—
(AH for)
Moggy Adair !
W h o made the saucepan shine ?
Moggy Adair!
W h o boiled nice dumplings nine r
Moggy Adair!
Who, when they ail were done.
Because I didn't run,
Eat 'em up every one P
(O, cruel)
Moggy Adair !
But now thou'rt cold to me,
False, I declare !
Left me for Timothy,
At the Brown Bear !
Now in my garters twined,
111 dangle in the wind,
Oh!—no, I'll change my mind,
(So a fig for)
Moggy Adair !
Unfortunate Mary.
Distracted with anguish and grief,
Behold a poor girl of woe.
Ah ! where shall I fly for relief ?
In vain scalding tears now flow,
No ease they afford to my heart,
Nor comfort give to my mind.
Ah ! what can the world now impart,
Where ease or hope shall I find ?
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Then* pity me, maids, ah, pity me !
My true Jove was lost at sea,
In the unfortunate Abergavenny.
The youth of my heart is no more;—
Charles found a wat*ry grave,
His virtues how many deplore,
Yet worth nor virtue could save
T h a t dear form from the tyrant death ;
His truth and vows, so sincere,
Fled for ever that voice and breath,
And all my soul loved dear.
Then, pity me, &c.
No more fond memory delights
In tracing the heavenly mind.
His soul has ta'en her flight
And gone to its kindred kind.
Poor Mary, though heart-broken, blest,—
Constancy still was thy lot;
Thy sorrow will soon find rest,
Though Charles will ne'er be forgot.,
Then, pity me,,&c.
And sae %mll we yet.
Sit ye down here, my cronies, and gie me your
crack,
Let the win! tak the care o' this life on its back;
Our hearts to despondency we ne'er will submit,
For we've aye been provided for, and sae will we
yet.
And sae will we yet. &c.
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Let thi? miser delight in the h^ardin^ of pelf,
Since he has not the said to enjbv it ; himself:
Since the Bounty of Providence • & ni?vr ev'ry day*
As we journey, through life, let us live.by the way.
Let us live by the way, &c.
T h e n bring us a tankard of nappy good al£,
For to comfort our hearts, and enliven the tale;
\ W t l aye he provided forthte I auger we sit,
For we've drank thegither monie a time, and sae
will we yet.
A n d sae will we y e t , 81 c
w
,
Success to the farmer4, and prosper h h plough,
Rewarding his eident toils a' -the year through :
Our seed time and harvest we;e?er will geti
F o r we've lippen'd aye? to Providence, and sae will
• we yet
hs l-l
And sae will we yet, kc.
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Long live the king, atklhappy may -he he,
And success to his forces by land and h y s t a :
His enemies to triumph we n^'er will permit,
Britons aye have been victorious, and sae will they
yet.
And say will they yet, &c.
Let the glass keep its course, ami go merilie £oun^>
F o r the sun has to rise 5 tho' the moon it g©es dovi n :
Till the house he rinnin round about, 'tis tirnl
enough to flit,
> ,,*
i iO
W h e n we fell, ;we aye got up again, and sae will
we j e t .
And sae will we yet, kc.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XIII Containing The Laird O' Cockpen. The Row. John Anderson My Jo. Moggy Adair. Unfortunate Mary. And Sae will we yet.
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The Laird O' Cockpen.
The Row.
John Anderson My Jo.
Moggy Adair.
Unfortunate Mary.
And Sae will we yet.
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[1820?] per G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries
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8 pages
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Chapbook #25 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Burns, Robert, 1759-1796
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): upper class
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
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A COLLECTION OF
COXTAIJflN'G
THE ANCHOR'S WEIGHT)..
THE. SHEPHERD'S SON..
T^E. SMART JACKETS ARE. ON FOR:
;
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THE RACES.
THE HIGHLAND. LADDIE.''
VICTORY.
OPOSSUM UP ; A GUM TREE. * .
EDINBXJ'EGH:
PRINTED FOR THK BOOKSELLERS,
�The Anchors Weighed,
T h e tear feU g e n t l y from her e y e ,
W h e n last we parted on the s h o r e :
M y bosom heav'd with rnanv a sigh,
T o think I ne'er might see her ifjore.
D e a r y o u t h , she cried, and canst thou haste a w a y ,
M v heart will break, a little moment stay,
A l a s ! I cannot, cannot part f r o m thee,
T h e anchor's weigh"*! farewell, farewell, r e m e m b e r
me.
• W e e p not, my Love,' I trembling said,
4 Doubt
not a constant heart like mine ;
I ne'er can meet another maid
W h o s e charms can fix that heart like thine.*
4 G o t h e n / she cried, 1 but let thy constant mind
Oft think of her y o u leave in tears behind ;
A maid, this last embrace my pledge shall be. 1
* T h e anchor's weigh cf, farewell, fareweil, fumeM*
ber
The Shepherd's Son.
T h e gown glitters on the sward,
T h e lav'iock's in the sky,
A n d Col ley on my plaid keeps ward*
A n d time is passing- bye,
O b , no, sad an' slow !
I hear nae welcome sound ;
T h e shadow o f our trystnr' hush*
It wears sae - slowly rc.uad* .
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M y sheep hell tinkles fine the west,
M i- lambs are bh.ating near,
But still the sound that I loe best,
A l a c k ! I canna hear.
Oh, noj sad an' slow !
T h e shadow lingers still ;
A n d like a tamely ghaist I stand,
A n d croon upon the hill.
I hear below the water roar,
T h e mill wi' clackin' din ;
A n d L u c k e y scolding frae her d o o r ,
T o bring the bail nies in.
O h , no, sad an' slow !
T h e s e are ftae sounds for me ;
T h e shadow o f our trv\sthv bush.
It creeps sae drearily.
I coft yestreen frae chapman Tarn,
A snood o f bonnie blue,
A n d promis'd when our t ry stirf c a m ' ,
T o tie it. round her brow.
O h , no, sad an' slow !
T h e time it wjnna pass;
T h e shadow o f I hat weary thorn
Is tethered o n the grass.
O now I see her on the w a y ,
She ; * past t!ie witches' k n o w e ;
S W V .dirnbin' up the brownie's brae—**
Xvi.j heart is in H I >w.
O h , ho, Lis nae v o I
�' T is gl a'u nj rie I • has seen ;
T h e shadow of that hawthorn bush
W i l l move Dae mair till e'en.
M v hook o" grace I'll try to read,
T h o u g h cqon'd wi' little s k i l l ;
W h e n Coifey-barks I'll raise my head,
A n d find h e r o n the hill.
O h , no, sad an- slow !
T h e wHi b e e f time be g a n e ;
T h e shadow o f the tryst in1 bush
I s . f i x ' d like o n y stane.
All the smart jackets are on for the
Races.
M o u n t , m o u n t , long tails and little tails !
W h y dont y o u m o u n t y o u r tiaigs with merry
faces ?
M o u n t , m o u n t , fly o v e r hills and dales v —
All the smart Jackets are on for the r?.ces.
M a n y a cloth is spread, loaded with beef and
bread.
M a n y are lighting to get the best p l a c e s ;
M o u n t and be ready then, joekies and sporting
men !
A l l the smart jackets a re* on for the races.
C o m e from the bills both saffron >and mutton too,
C a m e from y o u r counters ye swell linen diaper*
�Carrie all ye tailors•; {raai.shop-board and button
too,
Gome ye reporters for all the newspapers !
"Now the bell's .sounding, race-horses bounding,
T h e people all thronging to get the best places,
Cockneys will many a d a y , tell o f the sport m
*
r
.
W2ie.iv the smart jackets were on for the races.
The Highland Laddie.
"Oh where, tell m e where, is y o u r H i g h l a n d lad.
die g o n e ?
Oil where, tell me where, is y o u r H i g h l a n d laddie g o n e ?
H e ' s g o n e with streaming banners, where noble
deeds are d o n e ,
A n d m y sad heart will tremble, till he c o m e safely home.
H e ' s gone, Sec.
Oh where, tell me where, did y o u r H i g h l a n d laddie stay ?
•Oh where, tell me where, did y o u r Highland 1 addle stay ?
.
H e dwelt beneath the holly-trees, beside the
rapid S p e y ,
And mony a blessing followed him the day he ^aed
away.
H e dwelt, .&e*
O h what, tell me what, does y o u r H i g h ! a n d
xiie we,ar >?;'
I
lad-
�6
'Oh what, tell we what, does y o u r H i g h l a n d lad-,
die wear ?
A bonnet with a lofty plume the gallant badge of
war,
A n d a plaid across his manly breast, that yet shall
wear a star.
A bonnet, kc.
Ah suppose, ah suppose, that some cruel cruel
wound
Should pierce y o u r H i g h l a n d 1 riddle's breast,
all y o u r hopes confound !
' T h e p i p e should play a cheerfu' strain, the banners round him fly,
A n d tlie spirit o f a Highland chief should glister
in his eye !
T h e pipe, kc.
B u t I will h&pe to see him yet in Scotland's b o u rne bounds,
B u t I will hope to see h i m yet in Scotland's bonnie b o u n d s ,
H i s native land o f l i b e r t y will nurse his glorious
wounds,
W h i l e wide through all the Highlands bids his
warlike name resounds.
H i s native land, kc.
Victory.
I)051 not h ear the m a rt i al b n m ?
D o s t not hear tlie distant drum ?
�7
'Yes they come, our warriors come*
G l o r y i n g in their victory !
Hbnour'd be the soldier's grave,
G l o r y to the Fallen brave,
W a v e , triumphant banners w a v e ,
England has the victory !
Soon shall many a wife with glee,
Haste her soldier-love to s e e ;
Soo»> his babe shall clasp his knee*
Prat ling of the victory.
Honoured be, kc.
Soon must marry a bosom swell
H i g h with grief, while hearing tell
H o w a sire or husband fell.
On the field of victory.
H o n o u r d be,
Y e t their fame their fall endears—
W i d o w s , orphans, hush y o u r fears ;
E n g l a n d ^ hand shall dry those tears
W h i c h obscure her victory.
Xlonotir'd be, kc.
Rest, poor mourners, safely rest
On your grateful country's b r e a s t ;
England feels for the distressed,
Midst the swell of victory.
H o n o u r d be, &cEngland's pleasure, England's pride,
I s through life to aid and guide
T h e s e who lov'd the men who d i e d
Glorying in her victory.
MoacHirU bej
�Opossum up a Gum TreeOpossum u p a gum tree,
H i s tail his body follow ;
L a c o o n quickly hirn see
L o o k i n g o u t o' hollow !
Pull him d o w n by de l o n g tali,
O p o s s u m squall—opossum squall ;
-Lacoon stick his long tail,
H i m louder squeak, him louder sque
O p o s s u m up, &e.
Opossum him look shy now;
L a c o o n grin, lacooii grin ,
Opossum wink him eye n o w ,
' M o v e him chin, m o v e him chin,
O p p o s u m down feim tumble
:. F r o m the tree, f r o m the tree.
A n d make him 'gin to g r u m b l e ,
L a c o o n ! he, he ! lacoon, he,, he I
Opossum up, &c.
Black b o y love T i l Jenkins,
T i n k he'll wed, tink he'll w e d ,
H i s massa chide him Unking*
Beat him head, beat him head.
Black boy h i m love r u m too,
' M a k e him g r o g g y , make him g r o g g y ,
B u t massa make him coin's;to '
W h e n him floggy, whe'rHiini floggy.O p o s s u m up, &c. •
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XIV Containing The Anchor's Weigh'd. The Shepherd's Son, All the Smart Jackets are on for the races. The Highland Laddie. Victory. Opossum Up a Gum Tree.
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The Anchor's Weigh'd.
The Shepherd's Son,
All the Smart Jackets are on for the races.
The Highland Laddie.
Victory.
Opossum Up a Gum Tree.
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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A COLLECTION OF
No.
CONTAINING
TULLOCHGORUM.
BEN BOWLING'S D E P A R T U R E .
WIDOW
WF A TOCHER.
M I N T E D FOR THE
XV»
�jjdlcchgorum.
( orr.p. ; *.'s a parr- the ' dy, < 5 h d,
And lay yoSroisputes. all' a s i o e ; • •
W h a t nonsense is't for folks to chide
For what's beeh dorrebefore them.
L e t W i n g and T o r y all agree/
' W h i g and T o r y . WhiV'fcnH T o r y ,
;
L e t Wrig.atftf'Torjr. afbdgfcee, '
T o d r o p t h e \r w h.i g m fgfp or u m.
L e t W i n g a n d ' T o r y a'\ agree '
T o spendThe-night w ? mirth and glee
A n d cheer fu' s i n , g a l a n g . ^ i ' me
The Heel of Tullochgorum.
Tullochgorum^ my de'i^ht, . ,
It gars us a' in ane unite,
;
A n d onie gumpjv that keeps up spite, ji
I n con science I abh o r him :
R'ithe. and. merry wcfs he
;
1311 (he and merry, blithe and m e n y , ;
••'Mitire and merry we^ b^ a', ,
T o 'mafe a cheerfif qluaruta ;
BI jfche an darner ry»w^s; he, a' •
•
'As'dang as we Irae breach to draw,
And dance'till we be like to fa',
T h e Reel .of Tirlicchgorum.
T h e r e needs rVi be sae great a" phrase
Wi* dringing dull Italian lays ;
I wadna gie our afoiSti-athspeys
Lor hauf* a bunder score o'em.
�3
T h e y ' r e dowfF and dpwje «at the best,
I)o.vvff and :dovvLe* dqvvff and .dories ,,,
T h e y7 re <do w ii' ..afid do w ie;,. fit'. the, be-st,
W i ' a' Ui^ir f y^rjarum :
T h e y ' r e dowff'and'dowie at the best,
Th& i r a i l e g f & & ' d a the refet,
•
T h e y eanna pfeis'e a'Highland t a s t e /
C o m p a F d v i' Tidlochgor Itin.
v
L'et'warjdly minds themselves oppress
YVT'fear o' want, and double ee*s,
And' siiiy*sauls the^nsqlves distress^
W i ' keeping up decorum.
Shall" we sac sour and sulky sit.
Sour" and sulky, spur a».d sulky,
Shall we>ae sour,and sulky sit',- \
L i k e au 1 d r!vriosopl'ioruai ;
S h a l l we aae sour L and -sulky "ait,,
W i ' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit*
And canna rise to shake a fft
T o the1 Heel of Ailloch^crum ?
M a y choicest blessings still attend," ..
lurch honest-hear,ted open friend,
And cairn and. quiet bp his end, ,
Be a' that's good- before him I ;
M a y peace.and. plenty,, be his., lot,,. .., .f
Peace aud p|ent v;, p e a e e - a n d p i m ty f .
Mxy peace and ..plenty he his. lot, . ». '
And dainties a gr;e.at ,siqr,e..o'ein'.;. ,.
�4
M a y peace and plenty be his lot,
Unstain'd by any vicious blot !
A n d may he never want a groat
That's fond of Tullochgorum.
But for the discontented fool,
W h a want's to be oppression's tool,
M a y envy gnaw his rotten soul,
And blackest fiends devour him !
M a y dool and sorrow be his chance,
Dool and sorrow, dool and sorrow,
M a y dool and sorrow be his chance,
And honest souls abhor him ;
M a y dool and sorrow be his chance,
And a' the ills that come frae France,
W h a e ' e r he be that winna dance
T h e Reel of Tuliochgorurn.
Ben Bowling's
Departure.
Ben Bowling* a true hearted tar,
A right gallant son of old Ocean,
E l a t e with the rumours of war,
$oon felt all his courage in motion ;
T h e king, he said, must be obeyed,
So Molly a truce to thy wailing ;
T o r see, every anchor is weighed,
And all the fleet ready for sailing.
T h e n , kissing his charmer, withdrew,
But often turned kindly to hail h e r ;
W h i l e Molly sighed faintly adieu !
Jin yoking success to h t r sailor.
�5
Behold the fleet now under-weigh,
T h e i r topsails are swelled by the breezes;
W h a t beauty their streamers display,
W h a t grandeur the prospect increases !
See, see, down the Channel they stretchy
T o glory and victory steering;
W h i l e proudly the crowd on the beach
Salute the bold heroes with cheering ;i
And still, while his charmer's in view,
Ben often turns kindly to hail her ;
"While Molly sighs faintly adieu !
Invoking success to her sailor.
Should France, amid thunder and smoke.
Her navy build hopes of success on,
Depend ©n't, our true hearts of oak
W i l l teach her an old English lesson :
May Ben, for his dear M o l l i s sake,
Return again laden with treasure,
And, taking her under his< wake,
Moor sale ki the harbour of pleasure ;
That Ben, when again he shall view,
I I h charmer, with rapture may hail h e r ;
And Molly, who late sighed adieu!
Gladly greet the return of her sailor.
The Wanton Widow.
A wanton widow, old and sour,
W r ouid fain be a S i g n o r a ;
She practised all was in her pow'r
T o wear her weeds no more a : —
�%
But all she did, and all'
Coutcf hot e'p.tlce her charmer ;
So eo-k! her hearts ihe : flams of love •
C o u l d n e v e t r i ^ h i f f warm' h e r !
Oh"! Mistress tilggws, ' •
1)espairing }.Iistre& ; W\ggiris :
She took U ilri'fi
Y
peppbniiiMf/
A n ti m o u r n'd h er f a ill) k sslov
She 8ioh'd,i6lie patiled, frqllecihereyes, .
And used these;efforts often ;;
T h e youth but view'd hierwith surprise,
His \ \ e art could n e v er sp ft en —
At leifgtn,* a brisk'yoiitig mifid'he Ilandshme, tall, and clever ;
She lik'd him,, though, he came'so rude, 5
And' vowed s h e ' d love for ever.
' Oil l" Mistress Wiggins.
T i n s damsel's name was S a l l y P f l n i ,
H e r 'daddy '.Was' a brazier ;'
T h y youth vv'as ftiek-narn'd B f l l j SHm?
And was by trade a g l a i i e r ;
T h e i r hands they'jo'iifd in'Vedloc'k's tie.
And told their j o y in kisses —•
Let this a warning word imply,
T o widoW's'a'nd old' missy's
O h ! Misl ress W i n s y
Distracted Mistress W i g g i n s I
'She kilPd herself w i t h pq>pemtfinty
'AndHeft her feilhlebs lover.-
�Hey for: a
a JJtch&n u ;
A vva wi; joii^witeifcr^ft
Volarttfs;-' j
T h e slender iiH hciixiiyjWgHrgp in your aftrtS ;
0 , gie me the fas's lliat hsii S i T e ' s ^ dhamJ?,
0 , gie me the lass Wi the weel-stockit farms.
Th^U hoy for a lass xvV a tocher,
Then \\e:y for a.'I&ss.wi\a t o c h e r ;
T h e n bey for a lass wi' a tocher ;
T h e nice yellow guineas for me.,
u
Your beauty's a,.flovVT in the morning, thaVhlayrs,
And withers .the faster, the f a i l e r it grows ;
lk.it the rapturous charm" 6 ' " t h e ' boniiie green
knowes ; f • »
. •,
• > ,
Ilk spring they're new deck it wV bqnn^e \wfioe
yowes;
.vC'r^r
i
* -V
Then, hey, kc. / , 4
i Yr\- * i % r\
And e'en when- -this 'beauty : yonr 'bosom -'lias blest,
The brightest-"cP- beauty may cloy
^o^st;
But the sweet
da flings
'Geordie
aawji as nut b ifA
The ianger y e hae them—the mair they're caresl.
Then h&yy k t . *
Tm
Glen.
M y heart is a-breaking, dear T i t t l e ,
Some counsel unto me.conie l e n ' ;
T o anger them a ' i s a pity,
Hut what wiil.X do w i ' T a r n Glen ?
�8
I'm thinking, wi* sic a braw fallow,
In poortith I might make a fen' ;
W h a t care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunua m a r r y Tarn Glen.
T h e r e ' s L o w r i e , the laird e' Drummeller,
" Gude-day to y o u , " brute, he comes bi
H e brags, and he blaws o" his siller,
But whan will he dance like Tarn Glen
M y minnic does constantly deave me.
And bids me beware o" young men ;
T h e y flatter, she says, to deceive m e ;
But wha can think sae o' T a m Glen ?
M y daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,
IIe n ll gie me gude hunder marks ten ;
But if it's ordain'd I maun tak him,
O wha will I get but Tarn Glen ?
Yestreen at the valentines dealing,
M y heart to my mou' gied a sten,
F o r thrice 1 drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written, T a m Glen.
T h e last Hallowe'en I was waukin\
M y droukit sark sleeve, as y e ken,
His likeness cam up the house staukin,
A n d the very grey breeks o* T a m Glen.
Come counsel, dear T i t t i e , don't tarry ;
I'll gie you my bonnie black hen,
Gif y e will advise me to m a r r y
T h e lad I lo'e dearly, T a m Glen.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XV Containing Tullochgorum. Ben Bowling's Departure. The Wanton Widow. Hey for a Lass Wt a Tocher. Tam Glen
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Tullochgorum.
Ben Bowling's Departure.
The Wanton Widow.
Hey for a Lass Wt a Tocher.
Tam Glen
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Chapbook #29 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Woodcut image of a man and women with a fiddler and dancers in the background on the title-page.
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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# of Woodcuts: 1
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Architecture: door(s)
Architecture: window(s)
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Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Musical Instrument: fiddle(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
S O N OS,
CONTAIXINO
XVI.
110SLIN C \STLE.
B L A C K - E Y E D SUSAN.
JACK-ASSES O V E R T H E W A T E R .
MY WIFE SHE H A D A RED RED NOSE.
SOLDIER R E S T ! T H Y W A R E F A R E O'ER.
T H E LOVING
PRINTED
QUAKER.
�Roslin Casfle*
"Twas in that reason o f the year,
W h e n a!J thirty gay^and sweet appeal^
T h a t Colin, with the^morning ray,
A r o s e and sung his rural jay.
Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung*
T h e hills and dales with Nannie rung ;
W h i l e IlosJin e i ^ l e heard the swain,
A n d echoed hack the cheerful strain.
A wake, sweet Muse ! the breathing spring
W i t h rapture warms, awake and sing !
A w a k e and join the vocal throng-,
W h o hail the morning with a s o n g ;
T o Nannie rau-e the cheerful lay ;
O ! hid her haste and come a w a y ; In sweetest smiles herself adorn,
A n d add new graces to the morn !
O hark, friy love ! on evVy spray,
Each feat herd warbler tunes his lay ;
' l i s beauty fires the ravish'd throng,
A n d love 'inspires the melting s o n g ;
T h e n let my rapturd notes arise,
F o r beauty d a n s from Nannie's eyes,
A n d love my rising bosom warms,
A n d fills my soul with sweet alarms.
O come, my love ! thy Colin's lay
W i t h rapture eaiis, O come away I
C o m e , wbiie the M u s e this wreath shall twine
A r o u n d that' m c d : [ b : o f ^ K t r e /
''
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0 ! hither haste, and with thee bring
T h a t beauty blooming like the spring,
Those-graces that divinely shine,
A n d charm this ravish'd breast o f m i n e !
BlackAll in the D o w n s the fleet lay moor'd,
T h e streamers waving in the wind,
"When black-eyed Sysau eame on board,
Oh ! where shall I my true-love find ?
Tell me, y e jovial sailors, tell me true,
If my sweet William sails among y o u r crew.
William, who high upon the yard,
R o c k ' d wit ft t lie hi Hows to a nd f r o .
Soon as her well known voice he heard,
H e s i g l f d , and cast 1 !
The cord slides
And quick
So the sweet J
Shuts close
IF eh a nee
And d
T h e n<
Might
Susan, Susan,, lovely
M y vows shall ever u
u
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Let me kiss off that falling tear,
o ^ T
W e only part to meet again :
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be
T h e faithful compass that still points to thee.
Believe not what the landsmen say,
W h o tempt with doubts thy constant mind ;
They'll tell thee, sailors, when away,
In evVy port a mistress find ;
Y e s , yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
F o r thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
I f to far India's coast we sail,
. T h y eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
T h y breath is Afric's spicy gale,
T h y skin is ivory so white ;
T h u s ev'ry beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Tho* battle calls me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Susan mourn ;
T h o ' cannons roar, yet safe from harms,
William shall to his dear return ;
L o v e turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
T h e boatswain gave the dreadful word,
T h e sails their swelling bosoms spread,
N o longer must she stay on board ;
T h e y kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head :
H e r lessening boat unwilling rows to land,
Adieu, she cried, and wav'd her lily hand*
�Jack-Asses over the Water.
March ! march ! Cripplegate, Horselydown ;
W h y , my flints, do ye not forward to slaughter ?
March ! march ! eyes right, don't tumble down,
All our Jack-asses are over the water !
Many a body blow,
Tailors can make so, so,
Fortune will crown us who boldly have sought her,
Knights of the thimble then
Fight tho' "ninth parts of men,"
All our Jack-asses are over the water I
Come from the shop-board where cross-leg\l you're
stitching,
Come from the den where the cabbage you stow,
Come from the goose hissing hot in the kitchen,
Come with the sleeve board ye sheer men of bow.
Jews' harps are sounding,
War-asses bounding;
Measure your distance, press on the slaughter.
Draw up in line exact,
(Don't mind that cataract,)
All our Jack-asses are over the water.
March ! march ! &c.
My Wifo she had a Red Red Nose.
M y wife she had a red, red nose,
And a face like a full m o o n ;
Her voice was like a fiddle, when
Completely out of tune !
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A w l , flie an oilier fair t had j e t , .
Which now Fil tell to you ;
^Twas when she couiri th& liquor get,
She'd drink till all was blue.
She'd d a n k till .all was b l u e — h e would;
She'd drink'.
She drank till all was b l u e — s h e did,
A n d when s h e c o u l d no' more, ^
She laid her down and died—she did,.
A s some have done before.
I know not where Her Spirit's gone,
ljut this much
declare,
I f she's the same in taste and tone,
L o r d help the spirits there I
£ojrd help the spirits there^—say I !
4
L o r d help, &c-
Soulier, Hea l thy Warfare O'er
Sol d i er, rest I t h y wa r fa re o'e r,
Sleep the sleep that knows r\ot breaking ;
Dream o f batU'd fields n o rn^ore.
Days of danger, nights of waking.
In our isle's enchanted hall,
Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,
F$ir y strains o f rnu sic fa} 1,
E v e r y lense in slumber dewing ;
Soldier, rest ! thy warfare; o'er,
Dream o f battl'd fields no more ;
Sieep the sleep that knows not breaking,,
M o r n o f toil, nor night of waking..
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N o rude sound shall reach thine etff,
Armours clang, nor war-steed champing*
T r u m p nor pibroclh sbmmon here,
Mastering clan, or squadron tramping.
Y ^ M f e - l & W f c slinIi-'fife.-:iTaay:iDo«ie,
A t the day-break, from the fallow,
A n d the bittern sound his drum.
Booming from the sedgy shallow,
R u d e r sounds shall none be near,
Guards nor wardens challenge here,
Here's no war-steeds neigh and champing*
Shouting clans, nor squadron stamping.
Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done,
W h i l e our slumberous spells assail y e ,
Dream not with the rising sun.,
Bugles lie re shall sound reveille,
Sl^ ep ! the ; deer is in Ins den,
S l e e p ! thy hounds are by thee l y i n g ;
Sleep ! nor cream in yonder glen,
H o w thy gallant steed lay dying.
Huntsman, rest / thy chase is d o n e ,
IMiink not of the risurg stin.,
F o r , at dawning, to assail ye,
H e r e no bugle sound reve-iliie-.
The Loving Quaker.
Verily, ah, how m y heart keepeth bumping,
A pendulum 'gainst my tough ribs loudly thumping,
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O r a mouse in a rat trap, that's to and fro jumping,
' T i s truth now, by yea, and by nay,
And it's u m p h ! u m p h ! what can the matter be,
Umph ! umph, what can the matter be,
M o v ' d by the spirit so, what can the matter be,
Ephraim, thouYt going astray.
Y e a , marvellous 'twas, when mine eyes first went
roving,
From meek sister Sarah towards vanity moving,
I found a profane one, it was I was loving,
' T i s truth, &e.
T w a s folly's vain garment, the maid smil'd so
good in,
Y e a , silk hose, and pumps, on the pavement she
stood in,
W h i c h stirr'd up my zeal, as you'd stir up a pudding.
T i s truth, &c.
W h e n I , yea and 'nay ever pronounce to deceive
her,
M a y I bow down my body to take off my beaver,
I would cherish the maiden for ever and ever.
B y yea, and nay, this much I own,
A n d 'tis umph, umph, what can the matter be,
U m p h , umph, what can the matter be,
I verily long to know what can the matter be,
W h e n she is bone of my bone.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. XVI Containing Roslin Castle. Black-Eyed Susan. Jack-Asses over the Water. My wife she had a red red nose. Soldier Rest! Thy warefare o'er. The Loving Quaker.
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Roslin Castle.
Black-Eyed Susan.
Jack-Asses over the Water.
My wife she had a red red nose.
Soldier Rest! Thy warefare o'er.
The Loving Quaker.
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Ballads and songs
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