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A COLLECTION OF
S O N G S , &c.
No.
COKTAININa
h
H E Y T H E BONNIE BREAST-KNOTS.
HERE'S TO T H E MAIDEN OF BLUSHING FIFTEEN.
T H E DASHING W H I T E SERJEANT.
GALEA WATER.
N O T H I N G L I K E GROG.
G I L E S SCROGGINS
F R I E N D O F M Y SOTTLM'PHERSON'S F A R E W E L L .
EDINBURGH.
FRINTFUFOR THE BOOKSELLERS,
�Hey the Bonnie Breast Knatsi*
Hey the bonnie, ho the bonnie,
Hey the bonnie breast-knots;
Blyth and merry were they a',
When they put on the breast-knots.
There was a bridal in this town.
And til Pi the lasses a' were boun',
W i ' mankie facings on their gown,
And some of them had breast-knots,
Singing, hey the bonnie, See,
A t nine o' cIocE the lads convene,
Some clad in bine,.some clad in green**
W i ' shinin ? buckles in their sheen,
And- flowers upon their waistcoats.
Out cam' the wives a* wi' a phrase,
And wistfd the lassies happy days,
And muckle thought they o' their claes,
Especially the breast-knots.
Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.
Here $ to the Ma iden of Blush ingFiftee n.
Here's to the maiden of blushing fifteen,
Likewise to the widow of fifty ;
Here's to the bo lei arid extravagant quean,
A n d here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Let the toast pass,,
Drink to the lass,
I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Let the toast .pass,; &c.
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Here's to the maiden whose dimples we prize,
Likewise to her that has none, sir ;
Here's to the maid with a pair of black eyes,
And here's to her that's but one, sin
L e t the toast pass, i&c.
here's
And
Here's
And
to the maid with a besom of snow:,
to her that's as brown as a berry ;
to the wife with a face full of woe,
here's to the girl that is merry.
L e t the toast pass,
Let. her be clumsy, or let her be slim,
Young or ancient I care not a feather ;
So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim,
A n d e'en Jet us toast them together.
L e t the toa-st pass, &c.
The Dashing White Serjeant.
If I had a beau, for a soldier who'd go,
Do you think I'd say no ? No, no, not I !
I, when his red coat I saw, not a sigh would it draw
But I'd give him ' eclat' for his bravery !
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play,
As a dashing white serjeant I'd march away !
When my soldier was gone,.d'ye think I'd take on
Sit moping foHorn ? No, no, not I I
His fame my concern, haw my bosom would burn
When I saw him return crowned with victory
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play,
A s a -dashing white i&erjeant I'd march away*!
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Galla Watt r.
Braw, braw lads on Yarn-w h v k ^
Ye wahder through rfm bibo^lrig lira;her;
But Yarrow 'br&dvn&r-EUrkJk «Hia*vV
Can match the lads
Galla water.
But there is ane, a jejeret
A hp ui them d •[.]<»>; hiru better,
And III be his, am)he'll 1 he mine,
The bonny lad oJ Galla vvai-. r.
AMW his daddie was nae lairf',
An' tho' I hae nae meikle tocher,
Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
We'll tent our flocks by Gaila water.
It ne*er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
T h a t coft contentment, peace, or pleasure $
T h e bands and bliss o' mutual love,
G that's the chiefest warlxj's treasure.
Nothing Like Grog.
A plague of those musty old lubbers,
Who tell us to fast and to think,
And patient fall in with life's rubbers,
With nothing but water to drink.
A can of good smiiy bad they twigg'd it,
' T would have act them for pleasure agog,
A nd, spite of the iuie$
Of the schools.
T h e old fools
Would have all of 'em swi'gg'd it,
And swort t l w t was nothing 1:1,® grog.
/
�My father, when k&t I from Guinea
Jieturn'd, with abundance of wealth,
CryVi, 4 Jack, never be such a ninny
' T o clrink f said I, 4 Father, your health. 1
So f shew'd him the stuff, and he twigg'd it,
And it set the old codger .agog,
And he swiggM, and mother,
And sister, and brother,
And I svvigg'd, and all of us s wigg d it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.
'Tother day, as the chaplain was preaching,
Behind him I curiously slunk,
And while he our duty was teaching',
As how we should never get d r u n k ;
I show'd him the stuff, and he tiviggfd it,
And it soon set his reverence agog,
And he swigg'd, and Nick swigg'd,
And Ben swigg'd, and Dick svvjgg'd,
And I swigg'd, and ail of us svvigg'd it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.
Then, trust me, there^s nothing like drinking,
So pleasant, on this side the grave,—
I t keeps the unhappy from thinking,
And makes eVn more valiant the brave ;
As for me, from the moment I twigg'd it,
T h e good stuff has set me agog,
Sick or well, late or early,—wind foully or fairly,
Helm a-iee or a-weather,—for hours together,
I've constantly swigg'd i t ,
And d
mc5 there » nothing like grog.
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GiUs
Scroggins.
Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown*
Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido ;
T h e fairest wench in all the town,
Fol deriddle loL kc.
H e bought her a ring with a posey true 3
If you loves I as I loves you,
No knife >can cut our love in two."
Fol deriddle lol, he.
But scissars cuts as well as knives,
Fol deriddle lol, &c.
And quite, unsartin's all our lives,
Fol deriddle lol, &c.
T h e day t he £ were to have been wed, x
Fate's scissars cut poor Giles's thread,
So they c^uld not he mar-ri-ed.
Fol deriddle lol, kc.
Poor Molly laid her down to weep,
Fol deriddle lol, kc.
And cried herself quite fast asleep,
Fol deriddle lol, & a
W h e n standing all by the bed-post,
A figure tall her sight engrossed,
And it cried, I beez Giles Scroggins's ghog
Fol deriddle lol^ See.
T h e ghost it said all solemnly,
Foi deriddle lol;, kc.
X) Molly, you must go with I !
Fol d e n d J h L i, See*
�T
Ail to the grave, your love to cool,
She says, I am not dead you fool I
p a y s the ghost, says lie, vy that's no rule f
Fol de riddle, &csn
[The ghost he seizY! her all so grim,
Fol denddie lol, &c.
IAII for to <jo along with him,
[ Fol d end die lol, &e.
pome, come, said he, ere mormnjf beam,
I von't, said she, and she scream\l a scream,
el hen she woke, and found-she had dreanit a dreaom
Fol deriddie lol, kc.
Friend of My Soul.
I Friend of my soul, this goblet sip,
|
''Twill chase the pensive ttar ;
J 'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip,
I But, oh ! 'tis more sincere,
Like her delusive beam
'Twill steal away thy mind ;
But, like affection's dream,
I t leaves no sting behind.
| C o m e , twine the wreath, thy brows to shadW,
These flowers were culled at noon ;
(Like woman's love, the rose will fade,
1 But, ah ! not half so soon !
But, though the flower's decayed,
It's fragrance is not o'er;
But once when loves betrayed,.
T h e heart can bloom no more.
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M^Pfierriii's Farewell,
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' jin: H07
3 i? • Jim I [ < S .••
F
Farewell, ye dnngepp% fjkrk and *troag,
fie wretch's destinje I
M'Pherson** time will not. be long
On yoiidir gallows tree.
Chorus,—Sae ranfingly, sae. wantonly,
S ie damningly.gaed he;
H e played a spring, and danced it round,
Belovf the gallows tree..
O; what is death Kit parting breath ?
Oil til on y a b l u i d y plain
I've dared J hUlaee, and in tins place
I scorn him yet again !
Sae ranting!)', Sic.
Untie these' bands from -off my hands,
And bring to me my sword ;
And there's no man in all S-oiland.
But H i brave hi in at a word
Sae rantingly, k t t
I've lived a \v'e of sturt and strife;
I die by U eacherie;
It burns oiy heart— I must depart,
And not avenged be.
She rantingly, &e.
Now. farewell, % h t , thou sunshine bright
And ail beneath the sky !
,Mav coward shame disdain his name,
T h e wretch that dnrc not die !
r t ;iviegly, Sc.
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Hey The Bonnie Breast Knots.
Here's to the Maiden of Blushing Fifteen.
The Dashing White Serjeant.
Galla Water.
Nothing like Grog.
Giles Scroggins.
Friend of my soul.
M'pherson's Farewell.
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8 pages
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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A COLLECTION OF
S O N G S , &c.
No.
CONTAINING
CHARLIE
COME T E L L
IS M Y
ME
IS
DOWN
WHERE
MAY
WAKEN,
HOPE
IN A
VALLEY.
WV
LORDS AND
FLOWERS.
LADIES.
FLATTERING
O JEANIE, THERE'S
FEAR
PRINTED
MAID
MONRO.
COMES IN
TOLD A
THE
FOUND.
DOCTOR
ROSY
II
DARLING.
TALE.
NAETHING
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Charlie is My Darling.
Charlie is my darling, my darling, mv darling,
Oh ! Charlie,-is- my darling, the young Chevalier;
' I w a s on a Monday morning right early in the
year,
W h e n Charlie came to our town* the y o u n g
Chevalier.
A s he came riding up the street, the pipes played
loud and clear;
A n d a' the Folk came running out, to meet the
Chevalier.
Oh ! Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darlings
Oh ! Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.
Wi* Highland bonnets on their heads,
A n d claymore's bright arid clear ;
They came to fight for Scotland's right
Aiid the young Chevalier.
They've left their bonny Highland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear ;
T o draw the sword for Scotland's L o r d ,
T h e young Chevalier.
Qh ! Charlie is my darling, &c.
Come tell me where the Maid is Found.
Come, tell me where the maid i§ found,
Whose heart can love without deceit,
A n d I will range the world around,
T o srgh one moment at her feet.
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O b ! teil me w^ere's her sainted home,
W h a t air receives her blessed sigh ;
A pij.grimage of years I'll rqam,
T o catch one sparkle of her eye.
And if her cheek be rosy bright,
W h i l e truth within her bosom lies,
I'll gaze upon her morn and night,
Till my heart leave me through my eyes.
Show me on earth a tiling so rare,
I'll own ail miracles are true ;
T o make one maid sincere and fair,
Oh ! 'tis the utmost heaven can do.
Down in a Valley.
Don't von remember a poor peasant's daughter,
In mat. russet gown, and apron so blue,
W h o won the affections of many that sought her,
Down in a valley where sweet violets grew.
T h e bluish on her cheek was modesty dawning*
Her lips were untainted the rose's sweet hue,
Unclouded by sorrow, she pass'd night and morning,
D o w n in a valley where sweet violets grew.
T h e soft matchless beauties dame nature had given,
W e r e pure as the crystalline drop of the dew,
Which painted sweet innocence mild as the heav'n,
D o w n in a valley where sweet violets grew.
But ah ! hapless sorrow, soon frost-nipt her beauty,
She droop'd as a blossom when robb'd of its hue,
i;>r love forc'd to yield to filial duty,
D@wn in a valley where sweet violets grew,
i
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Doctor Monro,
* Dear Doctor, be clever, and fling off your beaver,
Come, bleed me, and blister me, do not be slow ;
I ' m sick, I'm exhausted, my schemes they are
blasted,
A n d all driven heels-o'er-head, Doctor Monro.'
* Be patient, dear fellow, you foster your fever ;
Fray, what's the misfortune that bothers you *o ?'
4 O, doctor! I ' m ruined ! I'm ruined for ever !
M y lass has forsaken me, Doctor Monro.
* I meant to have married, and tasted the pleasures,
T h e sweets, the enjoyments, In wedlock that flow;
But she's ta'en another, and broken my measures,
And fairly con fou nd ed me, Doctor Monro.*
* r f l bleed and 1 11 blister you, over and over ;
I'll master your malady ere that I g o ;
j
But raise up your head from below the bed-cover,
A n d give some attention to D o c t o r Monro,
j
If Christy had wed you, she would have misled
you,
And laughed at your lore with some handsome
young beau ;
j
H e r conduct will prove i t ; but how would yon
love i t ? '
4 1 soon would have lamed her, dear Doctgi
Monro. 1
- Each year brings a pretty young son or a dauglij
ter;
Perhaps you're th« father, but bow shall yott
know?
4
�5
•
You
hug them—her gallant is bursting with
laughter!—
* That thodghtY like to murder me, D o c t o r
Monro.'
* T h e boys cost you many a penny and shilling;;
You breed them with pleasure, with trouble and
wo:
But one turns a rake, and,another a villain.''—
4 M y heart could n o t bear it, dear Doctor M o n r o /
6 T h e lasses are comely, and dear to your b o s o m ;
But virtue and beauty has many a foe !
O, think what may happen; just nipt in their
blossom f —
* A h , merciful Heaven ! cease, D o c t o r Monro.
•Dear Doctor, I'll thank you to hand me my
breeches ;
F m better -9 1 1 drink with you ere that you g o ;
1
r i l never more sicken for women or riches,
But love my relations and Doctor Monro.
I plainly perceive, were 1 wedded to Christy,
My peace and my pleasures I needs must fore-go/
H e still lives a bachelor; drinks when he's thirsty ;
And sings like a lark, and loves Doctor Monro.
Now Rosy May comes in w.i Flowers.
N o w rosy M a y conies in \\i ilow'rs*
T o deck her gay green spreading bovvVs,
A n d now comes in my happy hours;
T o wander wi' my -Davie.
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T h e crystal waters round us fa',
T h e merry birds are lovers ay
T h e scented breezes round us hlaw, „
A-wandering wi' my Davie.
Meet me on the warlock knowe,
Dairitie Davie, Daintie Davie ;
There Fl! spend the day wi1 you,
M y ain dear Daintie Davie*
W h e n purple morning starts the hare,
T o steal upon her early fare,
Then thro** the dews I will repair,
T o meet my faithfu' Davie.
W h e n day, expiring in the west,
T h e curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
I flee'to his arms I IdVbe^t,
A n d that's my ain dear Davie.
Meet me on, &c.
Waken, Lords and Ladies Gay.
W a k e n , lords and ladies gay,
On the mountains dawns the d a y ;
All the jolly chase is here,
W i t h hawk, and horse, and hiniting spear,
Hounds are in their couples yelling.
Hawks are whistling horns are knelling ;
Merrily, merrily, mingle they,
W a k e n , lords and ladies gay.
W a k e n , lords and ladies gay,
T h e mist has left the mountain gray ;
Spring lets in the dawn are streaming.
Diamonds in the break are gleaming;
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And foresters have bwsy been
T o trace the buck in thicket green :
Now we come to chant our hay,
Waken, lords and ladies gay.
W a k e n , lords and ladies gay,
T o the green wood haste away ;
W e can show you where he lies,
Fleet of foot and tall of size :
W e can show thfc marks hie made
W h e n "gainst" the oak his antlers frayed;
Y o u shall see him brought to bay,
Waken,' lords and ladies gay.
Louder, louder chant the lay,
W a k e n , lords and ladies gay ;
Tell them, youth, with mirth and glee,
Eun a coursevas well as we :
T i m e , stern huntsman ! who can balk,
Staunch as hound and ileet as hawk ;
Think of this and rise with day,
Gentle lords and ladies gay,
Hope told a flattering Tale.
H o p e told a flattering tale,
That j o y would soon return,
A h ! nought my sighs avail,
For L o v e is doomed to mourn.
Ah ! where's the flatt'rer gone ?
From me for ever flown,
T h e happy dream of love is o'er,
Life, alas ! can charm no more,
�0 Jennie, there s Naething to Fear F<
O!
mv ladies our j o y s to complete again,
M^et me agaiii'm the gloamin' niv dearie : ;
L o w down i1 the dell let us meet again,
O ! Jennie, there's naething to [ear ye :
Come when the wee bat flits silent an "eerie;
C o m e when the pale face o' nature iooks weary.
Love he thy sure defence.
Beauty an* innocence
O ! Jeanie, there's naething to fear y e .
Sweetly blaws the haw an' the rowan-tree.
Wild roses speck our thieket so breerie :
Still, still will our bed in the greenwood b e —
O ! J eanie there's naething to fear ye :
Note when the blackbird o' singing grows weary,
List when the beetle bee's bugle comes near ye :
Then come with fairy haste,
Light foot an' beating breast—
O ! Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye.
Far, far will the bogle an' brownie be ;
Beauty and truth they darena come near it.
Kind love is the tie of our unity ;
A' maun love it, an' a* maun revere it.
L o v e maks the song o' the woodland sae cheerie,
L o v e gars aVNature look bonnie that's near y e ;
L o v e maks the rose sae sweet,
Cowslip an' violet—
O ! Jeanie, there's naething to fear ye.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. II Containing Charlie is my Darling. Come Tell Me Where The Maid Is Found. Down in a Valley. Doctor Monro. Rosy May Comes In Wi' Flowers. Waken, Lords and Ladies. Hope Told a Flattering Tale. O Jeanie, There's Naething to Fear Ye.
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Charlie is my Darling.
Come Tell Me Where The Maid Is Found.
Down in a Valley.
Doctor Monro.
Rosy May Comes In Wi' Flowers.
Waken, Lords and Ladies.
Hope Told a Flattering Tale.
O Jeanie, There's Naething to Fear Ye.
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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 #3 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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Type
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Activity: dueling/fighting
Activity: horse back riding
Animal: horse(s)
Architecture: house
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): belted plaid
Fashion (Clothing): bonnet
Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet
Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire
Fashion (Clothing): kilt
Fashion (Clothing): military
Fashion (Clothing): sporran
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Occupation: soldier
Outdoor Scene
Transportation: horse(s)
Weapon: shield(s)
Weapon: sword(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
S O N G S , &c.
Na.
COKf AIKINS
.111.
T H E H E R O O F B A L L I N A C R A Z Y.
AND YE S H A L L W A L K m SILK A T T I R E ,
BROAD S W O R D S O F O L D S C O T L A N D .
CONNEL A N D F L O R A .
BACCHANALIAN.
LASU'D TO T H E H E L M .
BONNY W O O D O F C R A I G I E - L E E .
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLEHK,
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The Hero of
Ballinacrazi/*
W h i n I Hived in sweet Ballinacrazy, dear,
The girls Were all tight as a daisy, dear;
When I gave them a smack, they whisper'd good
lack !
And cried, Paddy,fciovv%can't you be aisy, dear*
l?irst I married Miss Dolly O'Dazy, dear;
She had two swivel eyes, wore a jazey, dear;
Then to fat Miss Malone, weighing seventeen?
stone;
Then to lantem-jawM skinny O'Cfr&zy, dear.
When I lived, &c.
Then 1 married Miss Dorothy Taisy, dear,
A toast o^aet in Ballinacrazy, dear;
Her left l®g was good, but its fellow was wood,
And sh^ feopp'd like a duek round a daisy, dean
W h i n I lived,
Then I married her sisfer, Miss Taisy, deaf, 1
But she t u r r d out so idle and lazy, dear;
That I took from the peg my deceased lady's leg*
f or to lathee my live ©ne when lazy, dear.
When I lived,
Then t picked up rich old Mother Hazy, dear*
She'd a cough, and employed Doctor Blazy, dear;
But some drops that he gave dropp'd her into hef
grave,
And her cash made me very soon aisy, dean A
When 1 lived, fee,
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T h m says I to old Father O'Maay, dear,
Jlon't my weddings and funerals please you, dear f
Oh ! says he, you blackguard, betwi&t church
churchyard,
Why, you never let me be aisy, dear*
When I lived, &c,
Oh, women ! I live but to please you, dear*
I'm tire hero of Ballinacra2y, dear !
r i l marry you all, lean, fat, short, and tall,
One after the other to please you, dear.
When I lived, fee:
And
Ye shall Walk in Silk
Attire
And ye shall walk in silk attire,
And siller hae to spare,
Giia ye ll consent to be iny bride,
Nor think on Donald mair
0 wha wad buy a silken gown?
W\ a poor broken heart ?
Or what's to me a siller crown,
Gin frae my love I part ?
And ye, he.
1 wadna walk in silk attire,
Nor braid wi* gems my hair,
Gin he whose faith is pledge! wi' mini
Were wrang'd and grieving sair.
From infgtVcy he iov'd me stiii,
And still my heart shall prove
JJow well it can those vows fulfil,
Which first repaid his love.
I w$dna walk,
�The Brvad Sw&rds of Old
Seif/and.
Now there's peace on the shore, and ihere's calm*
on* the sea,
Fill a glass to the heroes whose swords kept us
free,
.
•v "
Might descendants of Wallace, Montrose, and Dundee,
' . •
.
Oh ! the broad swords of old Scotland,
And' oh ! the old Scottish broad swords.
Old Sir Ralph Abercromby—the good and the
brave,—
Let him flee from our board, let him sleep with
the slave,
Whose libation falls slow as we honour his grave ;
Oh ! the broad swords; &c.
Though he died not like him, amidst victory's roar,
Though disaster and gloom wove his shroud 011
the shore,
Not the less we remember the spirit of Moore;
Oh 1 the broad swords,
Tea, a place with the fali'n the living shall claim;
We'll entwine in one wreath every glorious name,
The Gordon, the Ramsay* the Hope, and the
Graham;
Oh t the broad swords, &c.
Count the rocks of the Spey, count the groves of
the Forth,
Count the stars in the clear cloudless sky of the
north,
\
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1
�- riien go blazon their numbers, their names, and
their worth ,;All the broad « words,, &c.
The highest tn pplrndour, the humblest in place ;
? Vtawi united in FVaiiotjr, as kindred in race,
?ov the Private h brother in blood to His Grace ;
Oh I the broad swords, fcc.
I 3ven Huntly will joy that one bumper hath flcnv'd,
| for himself and the meanest e'er crimson'd the sod,
j fVhen be drew by bis side, for his king and his Sod,
The deadly broad sword, kc.
risen sacred to each, and to all let it be,
j rlere's a health to the heroes whose swords kept
us free,
light descendants of Wallace, Montrose, and
Dundee;
Oil r the broad swords* &e.
Comel and
Fioia.
[>ark lo\Vfrs the night o'er th& wids stormy main?!
Till mild rosy inornisg rise cheerful again ;
Mas r iliorn returns to revisit the shore—
iut Connel returns to- hi a Flora i^iiwi'tf:
E1'or see on yon mountain, the dark chai-J of deatb
CoumYs lone cottage iit>8 low oh the heath ;
While bloody and pnle, on a far distant sh-ore,
He lies, to return to h is Flora no more.
^ e light fleeting spirits that glide o'er ike steep,
^ would you but waft mm m:m*s, the wild deep !
1 here fearless I d mix in the battle's loud roar—U die ilh my Connel, and leave him no oaore-
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Bacchanalia79,
Come, come, from the bottle ne*er sever*
But up with our glasses, up, up !
You'll find, if you live, boys, for ever,
Your only true friend is the cup.
Come, gather round keflrt's that are broken
By friendship, W W e , or by care,
y
Yon bright beaming bumper gives token
A cure for their sorrow is there.
So come, from the bottle ne'er sever,
Oil ! lovers a disease and a trouble,
No more slial't my feelings involve*
And friendship I know is a bubble,
A few dirty pounds can dissolve.
But here in this goblet before me,
No deceit, no reproaches I find y
And its pangs, if t&o freely shed oYf me,
]
Thank heaven are not of the mind.
So come, from the bottle ne'er sever, &<\J
The fervour of Bacchus ne^er varies,
Immutably firm to the last,
Nay in death e'en his virtue still tarries,
And is fe|t though his spirit lias pass'd
For if, while his praise we are singing,
We drain the old soul till he dies,
pU his ribs still an odour is 'clinging,
To waft us with biro to l i e skies.
So eofpe, ffo.ni the battle ne'er sever,
j
*
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Laslid
t
to the
Hehrt.
In storms when clouds obscure the sky*
And thunders roll and light nings fly,
Iii midst of all these dire alarms,
I think, my Salty, on thy charms.
The troubled main,
The wind and rain,
My ardent passion prove \
Lash'd to the helm,
Should seas overwhelm,
l\l think on thee, my love.
When rocks appear on every side,
And aft is vaia the ship to guide,
In various shapes when death appears*
The thoughts of thee my bosom cheers*
The troubled main,
The wind and rain,
My ardent passion prove ;
Lash'd to the helm,
Should seas o'er whelm,
I'd think osi thee, my love*
feut should the gracious pow'rs be kind*
Dispel the gloom, and still the wind,
Safe to my long lost native shore ;
And waft me to thy arms once more*
No more the main,
I'd tempt again,
But tender joys improve;
I then with thee
Should happy be,
And think o-n nought but love.
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Bonny Wood o*
Craigie4ce.
Thou bonny wood of Cratgie-Iee,
Thou bonny wood of Craigie lee,
Near thee I past life's early day,
Atid won my Mary's heart in thee.
The broom, the brier, the birken bush, I
Bloom hpliny Ver thy flow'ry leef
An"1 the sweet? that ane can Wish,
Frae nature's haiiF are strew'd on thee.
Far ben thy dark green plan tin V shade,
The cushat eroodles am'romly,
The mavis down thy bughfcd glade,
Gars echo ring fjnae erYy tree.
Thou bonny wood, &c.
Awa v ye thoughtless murd'ring'iraiy,
Wha teaMhe nestlings ere they flee !
They'11 sing you yet a canty sang,
Then, O in pity let them be 1
Thou bonny wood, &c.
When winter blaws in sleety show'r?,
Frae aff the norlin hi lit sae hi%
He lightly skills thy bonny bowYs,
As laith to harm &flowYin thee.
Thou• bonny wcod,' &e.
Though fate should drag me south the lin
O r oVr the wide Atlantic sea*
The ha) py hours I'll ever rain1
That 1 in youth hae spent in thee,
Thou beiiBj wood;
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The Hero of Ballinacrazy.
And Ye Shall Walk In Silk Attire.
Broad swords of Old Scotland.
Connel and Flora.
Bacchanalian.
Lash'd to the Helm.
Bonny Wood of Craigie Lee.
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A COLLECTION OF
S O N G S , &c.
KO.
CONTAINING
ROB R O Y
IV*
MACGREGOR.
CA' T H E E W E S T O T H E
KNOWES.
MY NANNIE, 0.
A FAMOUS MAN W A S ROBIN HOOD.
MY N A T I V E H I G H L A N D
HOME.
' T W A S MERRY IN T H E H A L L .
GENERAL WOLFE'S
BID ME
SONG.
DISCOURSE.
EDINBURGH:
FRTNTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS,
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Hob Roy Mcic regor.
Pardon now the bold outlaw,
Bob Iloy Macgregor, O !
G r a n t him mercy, gentles a',
R o b Roy Macgregor, O !
L e t your hands and hearts agree,
L e t the Highland laddie free,
Make us sing wi' muckle glee,
Rob R o y Macgregor, O !
L o n g the state has doom'd his f a \
Rob R o y Macgregor, O !
Still he spurn'd the hatefu' law,
R o b Roy Macgregor, O !
Scot® can for their country d i e ;
Ne'er for Britain's foes they flee,
A ' that's past forget—forgie,
R o b Roy Macgregor, O !
Scotland's fear, and Scotland's pride,
Rob Roy Macgregor, O !
Y o u r award must now abide,
R o b Roy Macgregor, O !
L a n g your favours hae been mine,
Favours I will ne'er resign,
Welcome then for auld Tangsyne,
R o b Roy Macgregor, O !
Ca the Ewes to the Knowes.
^Ca' the ewes to the knowes,
Ca* them where the heather grows,
Ca them where the burnie r©wa,
M botnie deark*
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As I gaed down the water side,
There I met my shepherd lad,'
H e row'd me sweetly in his plaid.
And ca'd me his dearie.
Ca' the ewes, kc*
Will ve gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide*
Beneath the hazels spreading wide,
T h e moon it shines fu' clearly.
Ca* the ews, kc*
I was bred up at nae sic school,
My shepherd lad, to play the fool :
And a' the day to sit and dool,
And nae body to see me.
Ca' the ewes, kc.
Y e shall get gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf leather shoon upon your feet;
And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,
And ye shall be my dearie,
Ca' the ewes, &c.
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
Tse gang wi* you, my shepherd l a d ;
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I shall be your dearie.
CV the ewes, &c.
While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae h i e ;
Till can Id death shall b\\n my ee,
Yf shall be my dearie,
Ca the ewes, &c.
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My Nannie,
0.
Behind yon: hills', where L u g a r florn,
'Mnn^ moors an mosses many, O ;
T h e wintry sun the day has closed,
And 111 awa to Nannie, ().
The«westlirr wind biavvs loud and shrill
T h e night's haith mirk and rainy, O,
But ril get my plaid, and out Hi steal,
A n ' owre the hilts to Nannie, ().
Mv N annuls charming, sweet and youngs
Nat artfif wiles to win ye, 0 ;
May ill bejW the rlaUYing tongue,
T h a t wad beguile my Nannie, O.
H e r face is fair, her heart is true.
As spotless as she's bonny, Q ;
T h e opening gowan, wat wi1 dew*
Nae purer is than Nannie, ().
A country lad is my degree,
An* few there lie that ken me. O ;
But what care I how few they he !
Tm welcome aye to Nannie, O.
My riches a's mv penny fee,
An' I maun guide it cannie, O ;
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O.
Our aul.d gudeman delights to view,
His sheep an' kye thrive bonny, O ;
But I'm as bly the that hands his pie ugh.
A n ' has nae care but Nannie, O*
�5
Come weel, come wae, I c^trena by,
I II talc what Heav'n will send me's O ;
Nae ither care in life hae, I,
But live, an* love my Nannie, O.
A Famous Man was Robin Hood.
A famous man as Robin Hood,
T h e English ballad singers joy,
But Scotland has a chief as good,
She has, she has her bold Rob Roy*
A dauntless heart Macgregor shows,
And wondYous length and strength of arms
H e long has quelTd his Highland foes,
And kept, and kept his friends from harm.
A famous man, &e.
His daring mood protects birti still,
For this the robbers simple plan.
T h a t they should take who have the will,
And they, and they should keep who canA famous man, &c.
And while Rob Roy is free to rove,
In summer's heat and winter's snow,.
T h e tfagle he is lord a above.
And Rob, and Rob is lord below.
A famous man, he.
Mj) Native Highland
Home.
My Highland home, where tempests blowy
And cold thy wintry looks,
T h y mountains crown d with driven anew,
And ice-bound are thy brooks-!
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But colder far the Briton's heart,
However far he roam.
T o whom t hese words no joy impart,
My native Highland home !
Then gang wi' me to Scotland d e a r ;
W e ne'er again will r o a m ;
And with thy smiles so bonny, cheer
My native Highland home !
W h e n summer comes, the heather bell
Shall tempt thy feet to rove,
T h e cushat dove within the dell
Invites to peace and love !
For blythesome is the breath of May,
And sweet the bonny brtfom.
And blythe the dimpling rills that play
Around my High land home !
Then gang wi' me, 2JC.
' Twas Merry in the Hall.
Now ancient English melody/
Is banished out of doors,
And nothing's heard in modern day»,
But Signoras and Signors,
Such airs I hate
Like a pig in a gale,
Give me the good old strain,
W h e n 'twas merry in the hall,
T h e beards wagg'd all.
W e shall nevpr see the like again,
W e thai! nerer see the like again.
�i
On beds of d o ^ n our dandies lay,
And waste the cheerful morn,
While our squires of old would rouge the day
T o the sound of the bugle horn.
A n d their wives took care
T h e feast to prepare,
F o r when they left the plain,
Oh J 'twas merry in the hall,
T h e beards wagg'd all,
W e shall never see the like again,
W e shall never see the like again.
'Tvvas then the Christmas tale wa* told
Of goblin, ghost, or /airy,
And they cheer'd the hearts of the tenants old
W i t h a cup of good canary.
And they each took a smack
A t the cold blackjack,
Til! the fire burnt in their brain;
Oh ! 'twas merry in the hall,
The beards wagg'd all,
May we all see the like again,
M a y we all see the like again.
General Wolfe's Song.
H o w stands the glass around ?
F o r shame, you take no care, my boys !
How stands the glass around ?
L e t mirth and wine a b o u n d ;
T h e trumpets sound,
T h e colours now are flying, boys,
T o fight, kill, or wound !
May w® atill be found
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Content with our hard fate, my boys*
On the cold groilncl !
W h y , soldiers ! why
Should we bemelancholy, boys!
W h y soldiers, why I
Whose business His to die !
What, sighing ! fie ;
Don't fear, drink on, be jolly boys !
T i s he, you, or I,—
Cold, hot, wet, or dry ;
W e ' r e always found to follow, boys,
And scorn to fly !
T i s but in vain,
I mean not to upbraid you, boys ;
' T i s but in vain
F o r soldiers to complain ;
Should next campaign
Send us to him who made us, boys,
We're free from pain ;
But if we remain,
A bottle and good company
Cure all again.
Bid we Discourse.
Bid me discourse I will enchant thine ear,
Or like a fairy trip upon the green ;
Or like a nymph with bright and flowing hair,
Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. IV Containing Rob Roy MacGregor. Ca' the Ewes to the Knowes. My Nannie, O. A famous man was Robin Hood. My Native Highland Home. 'Twas merry in the Hall. General Wolfe's Song. Bid me discourse.
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Rob Roy MacGregor.
Ca' the Ewes to the Knowes.
My Nannie, O.
A famous man was Robin Hood.
My Native Highland Home.
'Twas merry in the Hall.
General Wolfe's Song.
Bid me discourse.
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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 #7 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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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
Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet
Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire
Fashion (Clothing): kilt
Fashion (Clothing): military
Fashion (Clothing): sporran
Gender: man/men
Nature: hill(s)
Nature: rock(s)
Nature: waterfall(s)
Outdoor Scene
Weapon: shield(s)
Weapon: sword(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
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CONTAINING
HOOLY
AND
FAIRLY.
T A S T E LIFE'S G L A D
DONALD
BRUGES
THE
MOMENTS.
CAIKD.
ADDRESS.
SPRIG OF
SHILLELAH.
EDINBURG":
P H i . N X K U FOU f i l l .
BOOKSELLERS,
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Hooly
cnd^nv^
A
,
Oh neighbours 1 what had jba^Vfcr . 1
.
M y wife she drinks possets and wine, o* Canary,
A n d ca's me a niggard l^,th raw-gabbet car lie,
Q , gin my wife wad cfnn^liotfty and fairly-!
. l^pqly ai:>l Ikii l y x r t > i c . , r
She feasts' i • Ihir^iftmdh^on*clamtSes^ene^
A y bowing and
her mouV
W h i l e I sit aside, and am h el pit Lut; sparely,
0 , gin my wife wad eat' ftboTy 'atitf fairly !,
. , ; .: H o o l y : a « d - f a i r l y , - M T
T o fairs, and to bridals* and preachings, aml:aA?;,
She gangs s a e iiolit. headed. an.! busket sae brawl
It 5jribbons and mantles that gar iuf ^ae banfljV—
Q, gin my wife wad. spend hpoly a fid fairly !
H o o l y and fairly, k c .
In the kirk sic com mot ion.last Sabl^th she.made,,
W i ' babs o' red ro<es, and breast knots o'erlaid ;
T h e Dominie sticket his psalm very nearly-^.
O , gin my wife wad dress hooly and fairly I
I l o c l y and fairly, t e e .
She's warring and fly ting frae :rx-ruiiig till e'en,
A n d if ye gainsay her, her e'e - l o w s r.ae I ' en !
T h e n tongue, neive, and cudgel, she'll lay on ye
. sairly !
; • •
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O, gin my wife wad strike hooly and fairly I
'
- l i o c l ' V - k c l • I T ' ' m
.
�' ' W . i ^ ^ t k ' d wfi>jber caiTtrips*she li^sfiri her bed,I
T h e wark a' neglecket* the house ill up-t redd,
W h e n a' our good n e i g h b o r s are stirring fightearly
0 , gin my wife,ivad. sleep timely^nd,fairly:! .
T i m e l y and fairly,
A word ©' good
o r grace,' shd-11 hear<mnte,
She bardies4iie e i d e r s > $ t M e J o i f o ,
A n d back in his teeth his^in texu shi^ilings rarely
O , gin -ray wife wad speak hooly imd fairly^
H o o l y a:id fairly, S:c.
1 wish I were single, I wish I were freed ;
I wish I were doited,,! wish^I were dead ;:> ;.. .
O r she in the mools, to dement me nae mair, lay ;
What does't avail to c r y j i o o l y and fairly i
H o o l y a i d L r 1 } , h c X y an J f / i n y !
W a s t i n g my Mifttf to cry I\ooly and fairly
' Taste
Lnp\$'
Taste lifers glad
*Glad • Moments.
•
'-
PfiVck, exe i i v / ' t ' . U r ^
--t
c
W S m i > h ( 1 ? *!?mjtmiiT
fan.' a i nd I y folie
g d e f Iafrcfcfea re,
H e seeks for thorns, anxi"iin<cU*his share-;
'Whilst violets to the. nas^in^ air
. (
Unheeded sh(d their hios&oros.'
;
T j s t e !i!V;., fee.'
^
;
W h e n tim'rpus
vt-ijslher. f o n ^ i&lL
.'And rolling thunder sp^tcifajarm?. i
�4
T h e i v ah J how swept, when, lull'd the storm,
T h e sun smiles forth at even.
Taste life's, &c.
H o w spleen and envy anxious flies,
A n d meek content in humble guise,
Improves the shrub, a tree shall rise,
Which golden fruits will yield him.
Taste life'^,
W h o fosters faith in upright breast,
And freely gives to the distressed,
T h e r e sweet contentment builds her nest,
And flutters roVihd! his bosom.
Taste life's, k c .
A n d when life'-j path grows dark and strait,
A n d pressing ills on ills await,
Then friendship, sorrow to abate,
T h e helping hand will offer.
Taste life's, &c.
She dries his teats, she strews his way,
E'en to the grave, with tlow'rets gay ;
Turns flight to morn, and morn to day,
A n d pleasm* still increases.
Taste life's, &c.
O f life she is the fairest hand.
Joins brothers truly hand in hand;
Thus onward to a better land
Man journeys light and cheer y.
Taste life's,/&c.
�Donald Caird.
Donald Caird's come again;
Donald Caird's come again ;
Tell the news in burgh and glen,
D o n a l d C a i r d ' s come again.
Donald Caird can lilt and sing ;
Blythelv dance the Highland fling;
Drink till the gudeman be blind ;
Fleech till the gudewite be kind ; —
H o o p a leglin, cloot a pan,,
Crack a pow wi' ony man :
Tell the news in burgh and glen,
Donald Caird's come again.
D o n a Id Car r d ca n wi r e a m auk in,
Kens the wiles o1 dun deer staukin ;
jLeisters kipper; makes a shift
T o shoot a muirfowl in the drift.
W a t e r bailiffs, rangers, keepers,
H e can vvauk when you are sleepers
Not for bountith or reward
Dare you mill wi' Donald Caird.
Donald Caird can drink a gill
Fast as hostle wife can fill;
ITka ane that sells good liquor
Kens how Donald bends a bicker.
W h e n he's foil, he's stout and saucey
Keeps the can tie o the causey ;
Highland chief and Lowland laird,
Maun gie room to Donald Caird.
�$
Sleek the aai;if, • lock tl\e, kTft,
Else some gear nrxy soqp
b e f r
Donald Caird ^Inds orra (Kings,
W h a r e Allan
fawl the tings,;,
Dun is o" kebbu'c, laits o' woo,
Whiies a hen,s " a d wftiles £a sowX'
a
W a b s or dods, frae teelge or y^rd-^-' '
On Donald Onrd the doom,was stern,
Crai£ to'-tether—-legs to 'aim ";
Eat Donald Caird, w f mucfcle study,'
(.'aught the gift"tV>;cheat the woody.
•King* eT'airn, and'Vol! s o' steef, . .
Fell like ice fraV'fiaH*'aif b e e l ; —
"Watch,ttesheep ia-:faulcl>akd-gleb.^- <•
r
Donald Caird's come again.
IV^.sM r\::/rV< come mmio ;
Donah] OVi d7> cr>me again;
Dinna let ih# Shirra ken
i)x\[ 'd C xY* c me again. ,
BrmSs-
-Addles®*
^
• ««
Scots wha hae
WW b e e /bled % .y.
Scots wham B^mcadias'afieri;kd*;p..
;
\Yelcome t
o
:
0r»"ito 1 loi»i -j11 s ; victiiny,- •'?,: u \
'Nvw'^ihe
ami now^ the. hb«?r ;
iSee the fiumi of bailie l o u r ;
:See a^proa.eh-^fou.d;-E.dvirard,s pow.er..Edward:.! \ciia-i
a ml. ,sJav;ery J.ki
�e
;»
!
•
I
1
. W h a will b e a trait or knave :
W h a will fill a coward's grave ?
\\t
WJia'sae k®$e md
fea^av^lP^oinasi w<m A
,mHW} 'H&rjbkbk* # fcowarcf !r >tuiif '&ri(fcfl«te
« sll
ami Wtaw R m k J t a ^ & t i d ? f e j f c r ^
-it
Freedom's sword will strongly draw • ?
•:
.
>
'-.v>•,.fir&enfaftirMt&md*or ,l'reema# to &
M AJiW
Caledonian, on wr'ni'e 1
,POO£
fviEvvjiffoil feu ^jiimiilai j d i f l ' v s i A
•
i,
til I
t •• B y Oppression's woes atiil-'-pfrim
Jiy your &oms in servile eK.i'-e. f
.: i v.We -wilt-drain ".out .dearest"Vi;i*bv ?t - >•;• tti • • I
•
•
ul; ::
But they'sh^H be—shail.be-{rc^ b
.:
L a y the proud usurpers low ! 1 'Ai.WTyiraa t s - f all -i n .ev e ry;; foo in. • - . • W > • > * 1! j T
1
•
Lib'erty's in every biow !
, •;t\? -« .*: l
'••]?orward ! -ht us>dw 6r (He•!•: 1 (
' s• 1 •! J
iiwc(i#J4ilixiie io
Hp -ajo/
V/
" ~
p i e SqriM
of
Shilklah..
• 0%reiW*titesoiU ot a oeaf InshffirltC : " v '
'
\ H e loves all the lovely, loves all thai fro'can,
f \ H W m sprrg o f shil!c4d}i!/ana
sd^jfetl^
His heart is good-humour'd, 'tis- hoi]esVatfd'fsoiti^(J^
No^nMice or hatred is there to be foitikV;^ * ' 1
lie courts and he marries, he dnriks^'atuT fie
For love, all for love, for in thatJfe deijg'ht's,
1
W i t h his sprig o f shiilelah, and shamrbeL so' g r f f o v
• W h o lias e'er had the hick to see D o n h v - h r c c k fair,
I
An Irishman all in his
i , there,"
"With his spiM- o M K l l r b : . a*'; ! - - n i v o r k / s o green,
�8
H i s clothe* spick and span new, without e'er a
speck,
A new barcelona tied round bis neat neck ;
H e goes to a tent, and he spends his halt-crown,
H e meet* with a friend, and for love knocks him
down,
W i t h his sprig.Of. shillelah, and shamrock so green.
A t evening returning, as homeward he goes,
H i s heart soft w i t h - w h i s k y , his h e a d s o f t w i t h b l o w s , .
F r o m a sprig of s h i i l e j a h , a n d s h a m r o c k s o g r e e n .
H e m e e t s with h i s S h e e l a h , w h o , b!uxh.ir>g a > / n i I e ,
Cries, Get y e gone, T a t , — y e t consents all the
while !
T o the p r i * t soon they g o ; and nine months
after that,
A fine baby cfies, H o w d y e do, father Pat,
W i t h your sprig of shUle I ah, and shamrock so green.
Bless the country, says I , that gave Patrick his
birth,
Bless the land of the o a k / and its neighbouring
earih,
W h e r e grows the shiflelah, and shamrock so green
M a y the sons o f the Thaaies,
T wetid, ami the
Shannon,
D r u b the foes who would p'ant on llieir copfiues
a cannon :
U n i t e d and happy at lovalty's s h r i n e , —
M a y the rose and the thistle Jong ffrairish and twfne.
H o u n d a spri^ of sfiilleiah and
�
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. V Containing Hooly and Fairly Taste Life's Glad Moments. Donald Caird. Bruce's Address. The Sprig of Shellelah.
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Donald Caird.
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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A COLLECTION OF
• vvr:J> /m
CONTAINING
HOOLY
AND
FAIRLY.
T A S T E LIFE'S G L A D
DONALD
BRUGES
THE
MOMENTS.
CAIKD.
ADDRESS.
SPRIG OF
SHILLELAH.
EDINBURG":
P H i . N X K U FOU f i l l .
BOOKSELLERS,
�1 0
• -
m O I T t a j J O D
Hooly
cnd^nv^
A
,
Oh neighbours 1 what had jba^Vfcr . 1
.
M y wife she drinks possets and wine, o* Canary,
A n d ca's me a niggard l^,th raw-gabbet car lie,
Q , gin my wife wad cfnn^liotfty and fairly-!
. l^pqly ai:>l Ikii l y x r t > i c . , r
She feasts' i • Ihir^iftmdh^on*clamtSes^ene^
A y bowing and
her mouV
W h i l e I sit aside, and am h el pit Lut; sparely,
0 , gin my wife wad eat' ftboTy 'atitf fairly !,
. , ; .: H o o l y : a « d - f a i r l y , - M T
T o fairs, and to bridals* and preachings, aml:aA?;,
She gangs s a e iiolit. headed. an.! busket sae brawl
It 5jribbons and mantles that gar iuf ^ae banfljV—
Q, gin my wife wad. spend hpoly a fid fairly !
H o o l y and fairly, k c .
In the kirk sic com mot ion.last Sabl^th she.made,,
W i ' babs o' red ro<es, and breast knots o'erlaid ;
T h e Dominie sticket his psalm very nearly-^.
O , gin my wife wad dress hooly and fairly I
I l o c l y and fairly, t e e .
She's warring and fly ting frae :rx-ruiiig till e'en,
A n d if ye gainsay her, her e'e - l o w s r.ae I ' en !
T h e n tongue, neive, and cudgel, she'll lay on ye
. sairly !
; • •
"
O, gin my wife wad strike hooly and fairly I
'
- l i o c l ' V - k c l • I T ' ' m
.
�' ' W . i ^ ^ t k ' d wfi>jber caiTtrips*she li^sfiri her bed,I
T h e wark a' neglecket* the house ill up-t redd,
W h e n a' our good n e i g h b o r s are stirring fightearly
0 , gin my wife,ivad. sleep timely^nd,fairly:! .
T i m e l y and fairly,
A word ©' good
o r grace,' shd-11 hear<mnte,
She bardies4iie e i d e r s > $ t M e J o i f o ,
A n d back in his teeth his^in texu shi^ilings rarely
O , gin -ray wife wad speak hooly imd fairly^
H o o l y a:id fairly, S:c.
1 wish I were single, I wish I were freed ;
I wish I were doited,,! wish^I were dead ;:> ;.. .
O r she in the mools, to dement me nae mair, lay ;
What does't avail to c r y j i o o l y and fairly i
H o o l y a i d L r 1 } , h c X y an J f / i n y !
W a s t i n g my Mifttf to cry I\ooly and fairly
' Taste
Lnp\$'
Taste lifers glad
*Glad • Moments.
•
'-
PfiVck, exe i i v / ' t ' . U r ^
--t
c
W S m i > h ( 1 ? *!?mjtmiiT
fan.' a i nd I y folie
g d e f Iafrcfcfea re,
H e seeks for thorns, anxi"iin<cU*his share-;
'Whilst violets to the. nas^in^ air
. (
Unheeded sh(d their hios&oros.'
;
T j s t e !i!V;., fee.'
^
;
W h e n tim'rpus
vt-ijslher. f o n ^ i&lL
.'And rolling thunder sp^tcifajarm?. i
�4
T h e i v ah J how swept, when, lull'd the storm,
T h e sun smiles forth at even.
Taste life's, &c.
H o w spleen and envy anxious flies,
A n d meek content in humble guise,
Improves the shrub, a tree shall rise,
Which golden fruits will yield him.
Taste life'^,
W h o fosters faith in upright breast,
And freely gives to the distressed,
T h e r e sweet contentment builds her nest,
And flutters roVihd! his bosom.
Taste life's, k c .
A n d when life'-j path grows dark and strait,
A n d pressing ills on ills await,
Then friendship, sorrow to abate,
T h e helping hand will offer.
Taste life's, &c.
She dries his teats, she strews his way,
E'en to the grave, with tlow'rets gay ;
Turns flight to morn, and morn to day,
A n d pleasm* still increases.
Taste life's, &c.
O f life she is the fairest hand.
Joins brothers truly hand in hand;
Thus onward to a better land
Man journeys light and cheer y.
Taste life's,/&c.
�Donald Caird.
Donald Caird's come again;
Donald Caird's come again ;
Tell the news in burgh and glen,
D o n a l d C a i r d ' s come again.
Donald Caird can lilt and sing ;
Blythelv dance the Highland fling;
Drink till the gudeman be blind ;
Fleech till the gudewite be kind ; —
H o o p a leglin, cloot a pan,,
Crack a pow wi' ony man :
Tell the news in burgh and glen,
Donald Caird's come again.
D o n a Id Car r d ca n wi r e a m auk in,
Kens the wiles o1 dun deer staukin ;
jLeisters kipper; makes a shift
T o shoot a muirfowl in the drift.
W a t e r bailiffs, rangers, keepers,
H e can vvauk when you are sleepers
Not for bountith or reward
Dare you mill wi' Donald Caird.
Donald Caird can drink a gill
Fast as hostle wife can fill;
ITka ane that sells good liquor
Kens how Donald bends a bicker.
W h e n he's foil, he's stout and saucey
Keeps the can tie o the causey ;
Highland chief and Lowland laird,
Maun gie room to Donald Caird.
�$
Sleek the aai;if, • lock tl\e, kTft,
Else some gear nrxy soqp
b e f r
Donald Caird ^Inds orra (Kings,
W h a r e Allan
fawl the tings,;,
Dun is o" kebbu'c, laits o' woo,
Whiies a hen,s " a d wftiles £a sowX'
a
W a b s or dods, frae teelge or y^rd-^-' '
On Donald Onrd the doom,was stern,
Crai£ to'-tether—-legs to 'aim ";
Eat Donald Caird, w f mucfcle study,'
(.'aught the gift"tV>;cheat the woody.
•King* eT'airn, and'Vol! s o' steef, . .
Fell like ice fraV'fiaH*'aif b e e l ; —
"Watch,ttesheep ia-:faulcl>akd-gleb.^- <•
r
Donald Caird's come again.
IV^.sM r\::/rV< come mmio ;
Donah] OVi d7> cr>me again;
Dinna let ih# Shirra ken
i)x\[ 'd C xY* c me again. ,
BrmSs-
-Addles®*
^
• ««
Scots wha hae
WW b e e /bled % .y.
Scots wham B^mcadias'afieri;kd*;p..
;
\Yelcome t
o
:
0r»"ito 1 loi»i -j11 s ; victiiny,- •'?,: u \
'Nvw'^ihe
ami now^ the. hb«?r ;
iSee the fiumi of bailie l o u r ;
:See a^proa.eh-^fou.d;-E.dvirard,s pow.er..Edward:.! \ciia-i
a ml. ,sJav;ery J.ki
�e
;»
!
•
I
1
. W h a will b e a trait or knave :
W h a will fill a coward's grave ?
\\t
WJia'sae k®$e md
fea^av^lP^oinasi w<m A
,mHW} 'H&rjbkbk* # fcowarcf !r >tuiif '&ri(fcfl«te
« sll
ami Wtaw R m k J t a ^ & t i d ? f e j f c r ^
-it
Freedom's sword will strongly draw • ?
•:
.
>
'-.v>•,.fir&enfaftirMt&md*or ,l'reema# to &
M AJiW
Caledonian, on wr'ni'e 1
,POO£
fviEvvjiffoil feu ^jiimiilai j d i f l ' v s i A
•
i,
til I
t •• B y Oppression's woes atiil-'-pfrim
Jiy your &oms in servile eK.i'-e. f
.: i v.We -wilt-drain ".out .dearest"Vi;i*bv ?t - >•;• tti • • I
•
•
ul; ::
But they'sh^H be—shail.be-{rc^ b
.:
L a y the proud usurpers low ! 1 'Ai.WTyiraa t s - f all -i n .ev e ry;; foo in. • - . • W > • > * 1! j T
1
•
Lib'erty's in every biow !
, •;t\? -« .*: l
'••]?orward ! -ht us>dw 6r (He•!•: 1 (
' s• 1 •! J
iiwc(i#J4ilixiie io
Hp -ajo/
V/
" ~
p i e SqriM
of
Shilklah..
• 0%reiW*titesoiU ot a oeaf InshffirltC : " v '
'
\ H e loves all the lovely, loves all thai fro'can,
f \ H W m sprrg o f shil!c4d}i!/ana
sd^jfetl^
His heart is good-humour'd, 'tis- hoi]esVatfd'fsoiti^(J^
No^nMice or hatred is there to be foitikV;^ * ' 1
lie courts and he marries, he dnriks^'atuT fie
For love, all for love, for in thatJfe deijg'ht's,
1
W i t h his sprig o f shiilelah, and shamrbeL so' g r f f o v
• W h o lias e'er had the hick to see D o n h v - h r c c k fair,
I
An Irishman all in his
i , there,"
"With his spiM- o M K l l r b : . a*'; ! - - n i v o r k / s o green,
�8
H i s clothe* spick and span new, without e'er a
speck,
A new barcelona tied round bis neat neck ;
H e goes to a tent, and he spends his halt-crown,
H e meet* with a friend, and for love knocks him
down,
W i t h his sprig.Of. shillelah, and shamrock so green.
A t evening returning, as homeward he goes,
H i s heart soft w i t h - w h i s k y , his h e a d s o f t w i t h b l o w s , .
F r o m a sprig of s h i i l e j a h , a n d s h a m r o c k s o g r e e n .
H e m e e t s with h i s S h e e l a h , w h o , b!uxh.ir>g a > / n i I e ,
Cries, Get y e gone, T a t , — y e t consents all the
while !
T o the p r i * t soon they g o ; and nine months
after that,
A fine baby cfies, H o w d y e do, father Pat,
W i t h your sprig of shUle I ah, and shamrock so green.
Bless the country, says I , that gave Patrick his
birth,
Bless the land of the o a k / and its neighbouring
earih,
W h e r e grows the shiflelah, and shamrock so green
M a y the sons o f the Thaaies,
T wetid, ami the
Shannon,
D r u b the foes who would p'ant on llieir copfiues
a cannon :
U n i t e d and happy at lovalty's s h r i n e , —
M a y the rose and the thistle Jong ffrairish and twfne.
H o u n d a spri^ of sfiilleiah and
�
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. VI Containing Within a Mile of Edinburgh. Logie O' Buchan. The Bay of Biscay, O! Hie Bonnie Lassie. Hohenlinden. The Mariner's Song. Hearts of Oak.
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Within a Mile of Edinburgh.
Logie O' Buchan.
The Bay of Biscay, O!
Hie Bonnie Lassie.
Hohenlinden.
The Mariner's Song.
Hearts of Oak.
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[1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapboos
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8 pages
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Chapbook #11 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.
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:
- -PRINTED FOB THE BQOKSELLEBS,
�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
5
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.
�3
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
�6
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.
�?
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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vWfei.™?
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\
�5
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.
�6
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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_
—
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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,
'!
*
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©.
cokt.VTXTKO
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.
�3
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 ; —
i
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.
�4
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.
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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»
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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 . . .
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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'.
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He begged for gttdesake ! I wad be his wife,
J
Or else 1 wad kill him vv'f sorrow:
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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 !
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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.
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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.
Date
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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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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks </a>
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
Type
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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)