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llustration on title-page in a double ruled rectangular border on title-page of two men in conversation in an outdoor scene. The man on the left is well dressed and is holding a cane. The man on the right is dressed in working class attire and is standing in front of a door with outstretched hands.
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Woodcut 118: Title-page illustration in a double ruled rectangular border of two men in conversation. The man on the left is dressed in upper class attire and is holding a cane. The man on the right is dressed in working class attire with a plaid sash and is standing in front of a door with outstretched hands. Outdoor scene.
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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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Woodcut image of two men, one dressed better than the other, on the title-page.
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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
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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)
Outdoor Scene
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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
PRINTED FOR THE BOOK SELLERS,
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The 8larm.
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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 }
%K
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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
�5
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.
Date
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[1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
Extent
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8 pages
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Chapbook #23 in a bound collectin of 40 chapbooks
Subject
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
Contributor
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Archival & 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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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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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
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
Outdoor Scene
Transportation: ship/boat(s)
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A COLLECTION OF
COXTAIJflN'G
THE ANCHOR'S WEIGHT)..
THE. SHEPHERD'S SON..
T^E. SMART JACKETS ARE. ON FOR:
;
.
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* .
�3
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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[18--] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
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Chapbook #27 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Architecture: pier
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: no date
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (women)
Fashion (Clothing): sailor uniform
Fashion (Clothing): working class
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Nature: ocean/sea
Occupation : sailor
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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 : —
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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 ?
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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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8 pages
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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.
Subject
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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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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# of Woodcuts: 1
Activity: dancing
Architecture: door(s)
Architecture: window(s)
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: no date
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Musical Instrument: fiddle(s)
Nature: hill(s)
Outdoor Scene
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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 !
�6;
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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Woodcut image of a shepherd with his dog playing an instrument, being watched by a woman in a tree on the title-page.
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Ballads and songs
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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�P O P U L A R SONGS.
A REFORM
SONG.
U P , my countrymen, Britons get up,
Why do ye sleep while tyranny rages ?
Like men do your duty* break tyranny's cup,—T h e d$ed will be deathless thro' ail future ages.
Then weather the storm,
A.nd suive for R e f o r m ;
Onward, united, our cause it is glorious;
T h e king is our friend,—
Till death we'll defend
Our freedom and rights—long may he reign o'er
us.
U p with the banner that tells we are free,
Down with the tyrant that dares to enslave us;
Plant round our island sweet liberty's tree,—
No nation for freedom shall ever out-brave us»
We tell to the world,
Our banner's unfurl'd,
The banner of freedom, the true Briton's glory.
Come, Britons, combine,
Our rights are divine;;
Fame will proclaim all our doings in story,
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Come, patriots, come united and sing,
Long life to the pillars and shields of our
nation;
God save our country, and God save our king.
The bulwark and friend of this great reformation.
We've told our condition
By pray'r and petition,
The learn'd and the wise now strive to defend us ;
W e hate all oppression,
And make our confession,
As Britons and freemen no tyrant shall bind us.
THE
ARETHUSA.
all you jolly sailors bold,
Whose hearts are cast in honour s mould,
While English glory I unfold %
Huzza to the A re thus a I
She is a frigate tight and brave,
As ever stemmed the dashing wave ;
Her men are staunch
T o their favourite launch,
And when the foe shall meet our fire,
Sooner than strike we'll all expire,
On board of the Arethusa
COME
'Twas with the Spring-fleet she went out
T h e English Channel to cruize about,
When four French sail, in show so stou?f
Bore down on the Arethusa.
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T h e fam'd Belle Poole straight a-heatl did He,
T h e Arethusa seem'd to fly,
N o t a sheet or a tack,
G r a brace did she slack;
1 hough the Frenchmen laugh'd, and thought
it stuff,
But they knew not a handful of men how
tough
O n board of the Arethusa.
O n deck five hundred men did dance,
T h e stoutest they could find in France:
W e , with two hundred did advance,
O n board of the Arethusa,
O u r captain hailM the Frenchmen, ho !
T h e Frenchmen they cried out, hallo!
Bear down, d'ye see,
T o our Admiral's lee.
No ? no, says the Frenchmen, that can't be,—
T h e n I must lug you along with me,
Says the saucy Arethusa.
T h e fight was off the Frenchmen's land,
W e forc'd t h e m back upon their strand,
For we fought tiii not a stick would s t a M
Of the gallant Arethusa.
And now we've driven the foe ashore*
Never to fight with Britons more,—
Let each fill a glass
T o his favourite lass !
A health to our captain, and officers true,
And all that belong to the jovial crew
Of the gallant Arethusa,
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T H E 3ASHFU'
WOOER.
ye come to woo me, Tarn,
Dinna at the window tap,
Or cough, or hem, or gi'e a clap,
T o 1st my father hear man ;
He's auld, and fail'd, and wants his sleep,
Sae by the hallan saftly creep,
Y e need nae watch* and glowr, and peep,
I'll meet ye, never fear man.
WHENE'ER
If a lassie ye wou'd win,
Be cheerfu' ever, bashfu* never
IJka Jock may get a Jen,
If he has sense to try man.
Whene'er we at the market meet,
Dinna look like ane hauf daft,
O r talk about the cauild and heat,
As ye were weather-wise, m a n ;
Haud up your head, and bauldly speak,
And keep the blushes frae your cheek,
For he wha hap, his tale to seek,
W e lasses a' despise man.
If a lassie, &e.
I met ye lately, a* your lane,
Ye seemed like ane stown frae the dead.
Your teeth e'en chattered i* your head,
But ne'er a word o' love, m a n ;
I spak, ye look'd anither way,
T h e n trimmel'd as ye'd got a flay,
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And owre your shouther cried, € gude d a y /
Nor ance to win me strave, man.
If a lassie, See.
My aunty left me threescore pun',
But ne'er a ane o' a' the men,
Till then, did bare-legg'd Eley ken,
Or care a strae for me, m a n ;
NoWy tiggen at me soon and latej
They're cleekin but the yellow b a i t ;
Yet, mind me, Tam, I needna wait,
When I hae choice o' three, man.
If a lassiej &c,
There Jives a lad o'er yonder muir,
H e has nae faut but ane—he's puir
Whene'er we meet, wi' kisses sweet,
He's like to be my death ? m a n ;
And there's a lad ahint yon trees,
Wad wade for me aboon the knees ^
Sae tell your mind, or, if you please,
Nae langer fash us baith, m.an.
if a lassie, &c.
'TWAS MERRY W
THE HALL.
Now ancient English melody
Is banish'd out of doors,
And nought is heard of in our day
But signoras and signors.
Such airs I hate
Like a pig in a gate;
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Give me the good old strain,
When 'twas merry in the hall,
And the beards wagg'd all:
We shall ne'er see the like again,
W e shall ne'er see the like again.
On beds of down our dandies lie,
And waste the cheerful morn ;
W h i l e our squires of old would rouse the day
f o the sound of the bugle horn*
And their wives took care
T o provide good cheer !
For when they left the plain,
Oh, 'twas merry in the hall,
And the beards wagg'd all!
W e shall ne'er see the like again,
'Twas then the Christmas tale was told
Of goblin, ghost, or fairy ,
And they cheer'd the hearts of their tenants old,
With a cup of good canary;
And they each took a smack
At the cold black Jack,
Till the fire burnt in their brain.
O h , 'twas merry in the hall,
And the beards wagg'd all i
May we all see the like again.
H E A R T S O F OAK.
COME, cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,
T o add something more to this wonderful year j
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T o honour we call you, not press you like slaves,
For who are so free as W2 sons of the waves.
Hearts of oak are our ships,
Jolly tars are our m e n ;
W e always are ready,
Steady* boys, steady*
W e ' l l fight and we'll conquer again and again.
W e ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,
They never see us but they wish us away ;
If they run f why we follow, and run them ashore,
For if they wont fight us, what can we do more.
Hearts of oak, &c.
They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes !
They frighten our women, our children & beaux ;
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,
Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.
Hearts of oak, &c,
We'll still make 'em run ? and we'll still make 'era
sweat,
<
l a spite of the devil and Brussels G a z e t t e ;
Then cheer up my lads, with one heart let us sing,
Our soldiers, our sailors, our statestnen and king*
Hearts of oak, &c.
FINIS,
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Five Popular Songs. A Reform Song. The Arethusa. The Bashfu' wooer. 'Twas merry in the hall. Hearts of oak.
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A Reform Song.
The Arethusa.
The Bashfu' wooer.
'Twas merry in the hall.
Hearts of oak.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #14 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
Courtship and Marriage
mythology
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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[18--?]
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
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Animal: lion(s)
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Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Genre: romance
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Tak your auld cloak about ye.
Sweet home.
The Kebbuckston wedding.
We're a' noddin'*
Kf-LMAKNOCK:
FM.I N ' i F D
FOR
THE
BOOKftELLE iiS*
�SCOTS
SONG a
T A K Y O U R A U L D CLOAK A B O U T YE,
IN winter when the rain rained cauld,
And frost and snaw on ilka hill,
And Boreas w:' his blast sae bauld,
Was threatening a' our kye to kill :
Then Bell, my wife, wha lo'es na strife,
She said to me right hastily,
Get up, good man, save Crummie's life.
And tak your aula cloak about ye.
My Crummie is a useful cow,
And she is come of a good kin';
Aft has she wet the bairnies* mou s
And I am laith that she should tyne ;
Get up, goodman, it is fou time,
The sun shines frae the lift sae hie :
Sloth never made a gracious end,
Go tak your a odd cloak about ye.
My cloak was ance a good grey cloak.
When it was fitting for my wear,
But now it's scant!y worth a groat,
For I have worn't this thretty year ;
Let's spend the gear that we have won,
We little ken the day we'll die ;
Then I'll be proud, since I have sworn
T o hae a new cloak about me.
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in days when our king Robert rang,
His trews they cost but hau£-a~crown ;
H e said they were a groat our dear,
And ca'd the tailor thief and lown.
He was the king that wore a crown,
And thou'rt a man of laigh degree ;
'Tis pride puts a' the country down,
Sae tak your auld cloak about ye.
Every land has its am laugh,
Ilk kind of corn has its am hool;
I think the world has a' gaen daft,
When ilka wife her man wad rule.
Do ye not see Rob, Jock, and Hab,
How they are girded gallantlie*'
While 1 sit hurklen in the ase:—
I'll hae a new cloak about me.
Goodman, t wat, 'tis thretty years,
Since we did ane anither ken;
And we hae had atween us twa,
Of lads and bonnie lassies ten :
Now they are women grown and men,
I wish and pray weel may they be j
And why wilt thou thyseli misken ?
E'en tak your auld cloak about ye.
Bell, my wife, she lo'es na strife;
But she wad guide me, if she can,
And to maintain an easy life,
I aft maun yield, though I'm goodman
�4
Nought's to bt won at woman's hand,
Unless ye gie her a' the plea;
Sae r i l leave afF whare 1 began,
And tak my auld cloak about me.
S W E E T HOME.
'MID pleasures and palaces
Though we may roam,
Be It ever so humble,
There's no place like home,
A charm from the sky
Seems to hallow us there;
That seek ihrough the world,
Is ne'er met with el&ewhere.
Hornej home, sweet, sweet home,
There's no place like home—there's no place
like home.
An .exile from home,
Splendour dazzles in vain ;
O give me my lowly
Thatched cottage again.
The birds singing sweetly,
That come at my call,
With them give me peace of mind,
More dearer than ail,
Homc ( home, sweet, sweet home,
There's no place like home—there's no place
like home.
�5
Should I e'er return home,
O'erburdened with care,
My heart's dearest solace
I am sure to meet there.
The bliss I experience
Whenever I come,
Makes DO other place seem
Like that of sweet home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
There's no place like home—there's no ..place
like home*
Farewell, peaceful cottage
Farewell, happy home,
For ever 1 am doomed
4 poor exile £o roam ;
This poor aching heart
Must be laid in the tomb,
Ere it cease to forget
The endearments of home*
Home, home, sweety sweet home,
There's no place like home—there's no place
like home.
KEBBUCKSTON
BEDDING.
AIJLD Watty o' Kebbuckston brae,
WV lear and readin' o' beuka auid-farren,
What think ye# the body cam o'er the day,
We gat a bidden,
To gang to the weddin\
�6
Bsith Johnny and Sally, and Nelly and Nanny ;
And f a m ©? the Knowes,
He swears and he vows,
At the dancin* he'll face to the bride wi* his grannie.
A' the iads has trystet their joes,
Slee Willie earn up an' ca'd on Nelly,
Altho* she was hecht to Geordie Bov*es,
She's gi'en him the gunk, an she's gaun wi'
Willie;
Wee Collier Johnny,
Has yoket his peney,
An's afF to the town for a lading o9 nappy,
W i t h fouth o' gude meat,
T o ser" us to eat,
Sae wi' fuddlm* and feastin* we'll a' be fu' happy,
W e e Patie Brydie's to say the grace ;
T h e body's ay reddie at dredgies and weddings \
And flunky M'Fee o' the Skiverton-place,
Is chosen to skuttle the pyes and the puddings;
For there'll be plenty
O' ilka thing dainty,
W i ' lang kail and haggles, and every thing fitting;
Wi" luggies o* beer,
Our wizens to clear;
Sae the deil fill his kyte wlia gaes clung frae the
meeting.
Lowrie has caft Gibby Cameron's gun,
T h a t his auld guscheir bare when he foHow'd
Prince Charley,
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The barrel was rustet as black as the grim',
Bur he's taen't to the smlddy, an's fettlet it rarely,
Wi' wallets o? pouther,
His musket he'll shouther,
And ride at our head to the bride's a' parading;
At ilka farm town,
He'll fire them three roun',
Till the hale kintra ring wi' the Kebbuckstoi*
wedding.
Johnny and Tammy maun ride the brouse,
For few like them can sit i' the saddle;
And Willie Cobreath, the best o* bows,
Is trystet to jig in the barn wi* his fiddle.
Wi* whisking and frisking.
And reeling and wheeling,
The young anes are like to loop out o' the bod^ ;
And Neiliie M'Nairn,
Though sair forfairn,
He vows hell wallop twa sets wi' the howdy.
Sawney Macnab, wi* his tartan trews,
Has hecht to come down in the midst oJ the caper,
And gie us three wallops o' merry Shantrews,
Wi' the true Highland fling o'M'Rimon the piper
Sic skipping and hipping,
And springing and flinging,
I'se wad that there's nane o' the lasses can waff it
Faith, Willie maun fiddle,
And jirgum and diddle.
And screed till the sweat fa? m beads frae hibaffit.
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Then gie me yo&r hand, my trusty friend,
And gte me your word my trusty an id kimmer,
Ye'll baith come o'er on Friday bedeeft,
And join us in ranting and tooming the timmer.
WV fouth o' gude liquor,
We'll haud at the bicker,
And lang may the maiien o' Kebbuckston -flourish;
For Watty, sae free,
Between you and me,
Pse warren he's bidden the half a* the parish.
W E ' R E A' N O D D I N ' .
And we*re a" noddin', nid, nid, noddin%
And we're a' noddin* at our house at ha me;
When the-Dame's awa' 'tis the time to woo,
And the'lads like lassesj and the losses lads too.
Kate sits i* the neuk,
her laddie sae trne s
And the Carle tak ye a' for you're a1 noddm' too;
And we're a> nodding nid, nid9 noddtn\
And we're a* noddin' at our house £t hame.
And we're a' noddin', nkh. nid, noddm', See.
And haw &< ye Kimmer, and how
ye thrive,
Aod how many bairns ha* ye, Kimnier I hae five;
And are they a? at hame, Oh na, na, na,
Twa o" them are gane wi* Willie far aw?'.
And we're a* noddin', ntd, nid, noddin', &c»
FINIS.
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4 Scots Songs. Tak your auld cloak about ye. Sweet home. The Kebbuckston wedding. We're a' noddin'.
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Tak your auld cloak about ye.
Sweet home.
The Kebbuckston wedding.
We're a' noddin'.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #2 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
Subject
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Courtship and Marriage
Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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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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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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Scots
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Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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no date
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ballads & songs
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Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Genre: romance
Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Nature: tree(s)
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4 Scots Songs.
Hibernia's lovely Jane.
Death of Sally Roy.
The Soldier's dream.
The birken tree.
KILMARNOCK:
P R I N T E D FOR T H E
BOOKSELLERS.
�SCOTS SONGS.
H I B E R N U ' S LOVELY
JANE.
D E P A R T I N G from the Scottish shore,
And the Highland mossy banks,
T o Germany I first-sailed o'er,
And joined the hostile flanks ;
At length in Ireland we arrived,
After a long campaign,
W h e r e a bonny maid my heart betrayed,
Hibernia's lovely Jane.
H e r cheeks were of the rosy hue,
T h e bright glance of her een*
Sparkled like pure drops of dew,
That bespangle the meadows gree<i4
Jane Cameron ne'er was half so lair,
Nor Jessie of Dumblane,
N o r prosper pine could not outshine
Hibernia's lovely Jane.
I oft have faced the daring foe,
W h e n in the blood-stained field,
I have escaped death's fatal blow,
But now to love must yield.
Cupid's dart has pierced my heart*
W i t h love's tormenting pain,
Since first I saw that lassie braw,
Hibernia's lovely Jane.
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My tartan plaid I will forsake,
My commission I'll resign;
The bonny nymph my bride I'll make,
If the lassie will be mine.
In Hibernians isle, where the graces smile,
For life I would remain-,
In hymen's band join heart and hand,
With Hibernia's lovely Jane.
But the bonny Irish lassie fair,
She feeing of high degree,
Her parents say their daughter ne'er
A soldier's bride shall be.
O'erwheimed with grief and despair,
No hopes for me r e m a i n ;
It grieves my heart for to part
With Hibernia's lovely Jane,
Should Mars the trumpet sound,
And call his sons to arms ;
And Neptune waft me o'er the main.
Far, far frae Jeanie's charms.
Should I be laid on honour's bed,
Or by a shot e'er be slain,
Death will cure what I endure
For Hibernia's lovely Jane.
Ye supreme Deities incline,
To tranquilize my breast,
I'll wander to some distant clime,
T o obtain peace and rest.
Through woods and groves,
Where none shall hear my strain^
�Since that nymph will not be mine,
Farewell Hibemia's lovely Jane.
D E A T H OF SALLY
ROY.
F A I R Sally, once the village pride*
Lies cold and wan in yonder valley:
She lost her lover, and she died,
Grief broke the heart of gentle Sally.
Young Valiant was the hero's name,
For early valour fir'd the boy.
W h o barter'd all his love for fame,
And kill'd the hopes of Sally R o y .
Swift from the arms of weeping love,
As rag'd the war in yonder valley,
He rush'd, his martial power to prove,
While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally,
At noon she saw the youth depart,
At eve she lost her darling j o y ;
Ere night the last throb ©f her heart
Declar'd the fate of Sally Roy.
T h e virgin train in tears are seen,
W h e n yellow midnight fills the valley,
Slow stealing o'er the dewy green,
Towards the grave of gentle Sally !
And while remembrance wakes the sigh,
W h i c h weenfr each feeling heart from joy,
T h e mourning dirge, ascending high,
Bewails the fate of Sally Roy.
�5
THE SOLDIER'S
DREAM.
O U R bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had
lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set the watch in the sky,
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
T h e weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring faggot, and guarded the
slain,
At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And twice ere the cock crew I dreamt it again.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far far I had roam'd on a desolate track,
Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way
T o the house of my father, that welcorn'd me
back.
I flew to the pleasant fields, travelPd so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was
young,
I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers
sung,
Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly we
swore,
From my home and my weeping friends never
to p a r t ;
�6
My little ones kiss'd me a hundred times o'er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of
heart.
Stay* stay with u s ! rest! thou art weary and
worn,
And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay *
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn*
And the voice in my dreaming ear melted
away.
THE BIRKEN
FREE.
L A S S gin ye wad think it right,
T o gang wi' me this very night,
And cuddle till the morning light,
By a* the lave unseen.
And you shall be my dearie,
My am dearest dearie,
And you shall be my dearie,
Gin you'll meet me at e'en.
I darena for my mammy gae,
She locks the door and keeps the key,
And e'en and morn she charges me,
And flytes ay about the men
She says they're a' deceivers,
Deceivers, deceivers,
She says they're a' deceivers*
I needna trust to ane.
�7
But lassie what's to hinder thee,
To steal an hour out owre the lea,
And meet me at the Birken Tree,
You'll no be mist at h a m e :
And never mind your mammy,
Yotfr auld canker'd mammy,
And never mind your mammy,
Or else you'll He your lane.
She simply said I dinna ken,
M y mother trots baith butt and benn,
And if she hears I'm wi' the men,
She'll ask me where I've been :
Then what can I say laddie,
Laddie, laddie,
Then what can I say laddie,
For being out at e'en.
O , never mind your mammy's yell,
I'se warrant she's met your dad hersel,
And should she fiyte ye may her tell
She's often done the same:
So lassie gi'es your hand on't,
Your bonny milk white hand on
So lassie gi'es your hand on't*
And scorn to lie your lane.
O, lad, my hand I canna gi'e,
But ablins I may steal the key,
And meet you at the Birken Tree,
T h a t stands ayont the g k n :
�8
But dinna lippen, laddie,
I canna promise, laddie,
So dinna lippen, laddie,
For fear I dinna win.
N o w he's gane to the Birken Tree,
In hopes his lover there to see,
And soon came tripping owre the lea,
His sweet endearing Jean;
And she clinket down beside him,
Beside him, beside him,
She clinket down beside him,
Upon the grass so green.
I'm overjoy'd with raptures now,
Cried he, and preed her cherry m o u ' ;
And Jean's ne'er haen cause to rue,
T h a t night upon the green
For she has got her Jemmy,
Her sweet dear loving Jemmy,
For she has got her Jemmy,
And Jemmy's got his Jean.
FINIS.
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Hibernia's lovely Jane.
Death of Sally Roy.
The Soldier's dream.
The birken tree.
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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ballads & songs
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4 Scots Songs.
When the kye comes harne.
Come under my plaidy.
Bonny Jean,
A word to the wise.
KILMARNOCK:
PRINTED
FOR T H E
BOOKSELLERS.
�S C O T S
WHEN
THE KYE
S O N G S .
COMES
H4ME,
T E L L m e y o u j o l l y shepherds that love the tarry
woo',
A n d all you jovial boys that whistle at the p l o u g h ,
T e l l me the greatest blessing that the tongue o*
man can name ?
5 T i s to w o o a b o n n y lassie w h e n the kye eomes
hame.
W h e n the k y e , & c .
The
blackbird builds her neat f o r the mate she
lo'es to see,
O n the topmost branch, and a happy bird is h e ;
H e pours his melting ditty, and love is all his
claim |
H e loves his b o n n y lassie when the kye c o m e s
ha me,
W h e n the kye,
W h e n the bramble-berry's a pearl, "and the daisy
decks the lee,
A n d the b o n n y - l o o k i n g gowan has faulded up its
�s
T h e lav'rock, f r o m the biue lift, draps d o w n , and
thinks nae sbame
T o w o o his b o n n y lassie w h e n the kye c o m e s
hame.
-sadgtd s d r s m s v i O
W h e n the kye, & c .
Its fluttering w e e bit heart rises high in its
W h e n the bonny evening star rises high
east;
O f a' the j o y s so dear, that the heart daur
name,
Is to w o o a bonny lassie, when the kye
hame.
W h e n the k y e , & c .
breast,
in the
hardly
comes
W h e n love shines so bright, the hale soul to c h e e r ,
T h e r e ' s love in every w h i s p e r , and j o y in every
tear;
T h e n o f a' the j o y s so dear, that the heart can
hardly frame,
Is to w o o a b o n n y lassie w h e n the k y e c o m e s
hame.
W h e n the kye, & c .
See yonder pawky shepherd h o w he lingers o n
the hill,
His sheep are in the fauld, and his lambs are
lying still,
H e daurna g a n g to bed, f o r his heart is in a flame,
T o meet his bonny lassie w h e n the k y e c o m e s
hame.
W h e n the kye, & c »
�4
A w a ' w i ' f a m e and f e i t u n e , what pleasure can
they g i e ;
W h a t ' s the art or pride of man, his life or liberty ?
G i v e m e the highest j o y that the heart o f man
can frame,
Is to w o o a b o n n y lassie when the kye c o m e s
hame.
W h e n the kye, & c .
COME UNDER
MY
PLAIDY.
C o m e under m y plaidy, the night's gaun to f a ' ;
C o m e in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the
snaw ;
C o m e under m y plaidy, and lie d o w n beside m e ,
T h e r e ' s r o o m in't, dear lassie, believe me f o r twa.
u
C o m e under my plaidy, and lie d o w n beside m e ,
M i hap ye frae ev'ry cauld blast that will b l a w ;
0 c o m e under m y plaidy, and lie d o w n beside m e ,
T h e r e ' s r o o m in't* d e a r lassie, believe m e f o r t w a . ' '
G a e w a ' wi' your plaidy, auld D o n a l d gae w a ' ;
I fear na' the cauld blast* the drift, nor the s n a w ;
G a e wa' w i ' your plaidy, I'll no lie beside ye ;
Y e might be m y g u t c h a r d ; auld D o n a l d , gae wa*.
1
I ' m gaun to meet Johnny, he's y o u n g and he's
bonny,
H e ' s been at M e g ' s bridal f o u trig and f o u braw ;
�5
0 there's nane dances sae lightly, sae gracefu', sae
tightly ;
His cheeks are iike roses ? his brow's like the snaw.'
* Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa%
T o u r Jock's but a g o u k , and has naething ava
T h e hale o ' his pack he has n o w on his b a c k ;
He's thretty, and I'm but threescore and t w a !
Be frank n o w
A t kirk or at
A bien house
A n d flunkies
and kindiy; I'll busk you ay finely ;
market they'll nane gang sae b r a w ;
to bide in, a chaise for to ride in,
to 'tend you as fast as ye c a V
' M y father ay tell'd me, m y mither and a',
Y e ' d make a good husband, and keep me ay b r a w :
It's true I lo'e Johnny, he's gude and he's b o n n y ,
But waes me 1 ken he has naething a v a !
1 ha'e little t o c h e r — y o u ' v e made a g o o d o f f e r ;
I ' m now in air than twenty ; my time is but s m a ' !
Sae gi'e me your plaidy; I'll creep in beside ye ;
I thought ye'd been aulder than threescore and
twa.'
She crap in ayont him beside the stane wa ? ,
W h e r e Johnny was list'ning, and heard her tell a ' ;
T h e day was appointed, his proud heart it dunted,
A n d struck 'gainst his side, as if bursting in twa.
H e wander'd hame weary, the night it was dreary,
And thawless he tint his gate deep 'mang the
snaw.
�6
T h e howlet was screaming, while Jonny c r i e d ,
4 Women
* W a d marry the devii f wad he keep them b r a w . '
O the deii's in the lasses ! sae f o n d to gang b r a w ,
T h e y ' l l lie d o w n wi J auld men o ' fourscore an*
twa ?
T h e hale o® this marriage is g o w d and a carriage \
Plain love is the cauldest blast n o w that can blaw.
Y e dotards be wary, tak tent wha y e marry ;
Y o u n g wives in their coaches will whip and will
ca%
Fill they meet wi* a J o h n n y , that's vouthfu* and
bonnys
A n d he'll gi'e ye horns o n ilk haffit to claw.
BONNY
JEAN.
T H E R E was a lass and she was fair,
A t kirk and market to be seen,
W h e n a* the fairest maids w e r e m e t ,
T h e fairest maid was bonny Jean.
A n d ay she w r o u g h t her mither's wark,
A n d ay she sung sae merrilie:
T h e blythest bird upon the bush,
H a d ne'er a lighter heart than she.
But hawks will r o b the tender j o y s
T h a t bless the little lintwhite's n e s t :
�7
A n d frost will
A n d love
fairest flowers,
the soundest r e s t
Y o u n g R o b i e was the bra west lad,
T h e flower and pride o f a' the g l e n ;
A n d he had o w s e n , sheep and k y e ,
A n d wanton nagies nine or ten.
H e gaed w i ' Jeanie to the tryst,
H e d a n c ' d wi* Jeanie o n the d o w n ;
A n d lang ere witless Jeanie wist
H e r heart was tint, her peace was s t o w n .
A s in the b o s o m o* the stream
T h e m o o n - b e a m dwells at d e w y e'en ;
S o trembling pure, was tender love
W i t h i n the breast o> b o n n y Jean.
A n d n o w she works her mither's w a r k ,
A n d ay she sighs w i ' care and pain ;
Y e t wist na what her ail might be,
O r what wad mak her w e e l again.
B u t did na Jeanie's heart ioup light,
A n d did na j o y blink in her e ? e,
A s R o b i e tauid a tale o f love
A e e'ening o n the lily lea ?
T h e sun was sinking in the w e s t ,
T h e birds sang sweet in ilka g r o v e &
His cheek to her's he f o n d l y presfc*
A n d whispered this his tale o* l o r e :
�8
O Jeanie fair I lo'e thee d e a r ;
O canst thou think to fancy me !
O r wilt thou leave thy mither's cot,
A n d learn to tent the farms w i ' me ?
A t barn or byre thou shalt na drudge,
O r naething else to trouble thee \
But stray a m o n g the heather bells*
A n d tent the waving c o r n wi' me.
N o w what could artless Jeanie d o ?
She had na will to say him na ;
A t length she blushed a sweet consent*
A n d love was ay between them twa
A
WORD
TO
THE
WISE.
I love y o u , by heaven, what can I say m o r e ?
T h e n set not my passion a-coolfcrg;
If you yield not at o n c e I must e'en give thee o ' e r ,
For I am but a n o v i c e at f o o l i n g .
W h a t nay love wants in w o r d s , it shall make up
in deeds,
T h e n w h y should w e waste time in stuff, child ?
A p e r f o r m a n c e , you k n o w w e l l , a promise e x ceeds,
A n d a w o r d to the wise is e n o u g h , child.
FINIS,
'
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When the kye comes hame.
Come under by plaidy.
Bonny Jean.
A word to the wise.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #6 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Woodcut #<span>110: Illustration on title-page of a cow.</span>
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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Scots
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Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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ballads & songs
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
Animal: cow(s)
Bib Context: title-page
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Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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Seven Fashionable Songs.
The Star of the East.
Ah!
why did I gather.
Are you angry Mother.
Come buy my Cherries.
Dunois the Brave.
Hope told a flattering tale,
Up, Comrades, up.
KILMARNOCK:
Printed for
the
Booksellers,
�T H E S T A R OF T H E
EAST.
O
F late you have heard of two lovers
That lived near yon castle so h i g h ;
T o the green woods they cftimes resorted,
While the owl from the forest did cry,
W h e n he-gazM on the blooming young creature^
Her beauteous enchanting eyes,
Evinced her heart it was captured
By one that soon did her despise.
They ranged the woods with great pleasure;
Their weary limbs oft did repose v
A "large spreading oak was their covert, :
'Twas there they their minds did disclose.
H e told her her worth was so precious,
That he never could her deceive y
Enraptuf'd with love she exclaimed,
If you do, my death on you I'll leave.
T h e rays of her pleasure shone brighter
Than the beams of the sun from on high5
But a dark dismal cloud soon appeared,
Proclaiming her ruin was nigh.
A breeze from that ocean of falsehood,
Did poison her pleasure with woe,
Till the heart of this young blooming creature
With sorrow was made for to flow.
�$
UnmovM with the groans that she utter'd*
He wantonly to her did say,
For marriage 1 am not disposed,
Then homeward he set ombu way.
She cried, remember your promise,
For you know that to you Tm with child:
Aspiring for one ikac v/as greater,
Th® star of the East he beguiPd.
Distracted she ran thjo' the woodlands,
Her boson) still heaving with pain ?
No answer wa« made to her sighing,
But the rocks that re-echoed again*
Soon death's icy drops hang suspended
On the brow of this beauty betray'd
To those boisterous waves she's now beaded,
In death's robes she now is array'd.
When I visit the tomb of this lassie,
Some spirit it whispers to me,
A victim to love lies here ouried,
Where youth bloom'd in every eye.
No more by yon castle she wanders,
T o love she is no more a slave,
Bereaved of all earthly comforts,
Sne mouldering now lies in the grayf?
AH!
WHY
DID 1 G A T H E R .
A H ! why did I gather
(kli^a-re flower,
W h y pluck the young bud iron* the tree ?
�4
T w c u k l there have bloom'd lovely for many a *
hour,
And how soon will it perish with me ?
Already its beautiful texture decays,
Already it fades on my sight;
Mis thus that chill rancour too often o'erpowert
The moments of transient delight.
W h e n eagerly pressing enjoyment too near,
Its blossoms we gacher In haste;
H o w oft thus we mourn with a penitent tear^
O'er the joys which we lavished in waste:'
This elegant flower had I left it at rest*
Might still have delighted' my eyes;
But pluck-d prematurely, and pkc'd in my breast,
It languishes, withers, and dies.
ARE YOU ANGRY
MOTHER.
A R E you angry mother ? — mother, no ! no no !
no n o !
Should I sad and peevish g r o w , — 1 1 0 ! no n o !
no n o !
W h e n I see our sky so bright,
A n d our fields so warm with light,
Oh ! I feel as I had wings,
A n d the heart within me sings.
T h e n , it may be I'm too gay,
But forgive me, mother, p r a y ;
�5
B e not angry with your boy,
One cross look will mar his joy,
Be not angry, & c .
Is it my fault that my heart
Sometimes plays too wild a part f
O f t when I have tried to be
G r a v e as age could fancy m e ;
Stepping with a sober pace,
Looking wit** a sober face,
Still my heart is wildly gay,
Spite of all I do or say.
Be not angry, & c .
COME B U Y
MY
CHERRIES,
C O M E buy my cherries beauteous lasses,
Fresh from the garden pluck'd by me *,
All on a summer's day so gay, sweet fruit and
flow'rs I cry,
Come then fair lasses pray, and of poor Sally
buy.
Come buy my roses youthful lovers,
And weave a garland for each maiden's hair j
All on a summer's day so gay, O h ! let not pleasure fly,
Come then fond lovers pray, and of poor Sally
buy.
�Sigh not that blossoms are so fleeting,
But sieze the treasure-tho' soon 'twill f a d e ;
Thus like a summer's day so gay, life's bloom will
gently fly,
Come then young lovers pray, and of poor
Sally buy.
BUNOIS THE
BRAVE.
I F was Dunois, the youagaiid brave, was bound
for Palestine,
But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's
shrine;
«« And grant immortal Queen of H e a v e n , w a s
still the soldier's prayer,
i s That I may prove the bravest knight, and love
the fairest fair." %
His oath of honour on the shrine,he gray'd it witk
his sword,
And follow ? d to the Holy Land the banner of his
Lord;
Where,, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry
fill'd the air—
" Be honoured aye the bravest knight, beloved the
fairest fair,"
They owed the conquest to his arm, and this his
liege~!ord said,
" The heart that has for honour beat, by bliss
must be repaid—.
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My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded
pair,
For thou art bravest of the brave, she the fairest
of the fair."
And then they bound the holy knot before S t
Mary's shrine,
That makes a Paradise on earth, if hearts and
hands combine*
And every Lord and Lady bright that were in
chapel there*
Cried* " Honoured be the bravest knight-^b©loved the fairest fair."
UP, COMRADES,
UP.
UP 5 comrades, up—see the morn's o'er the mountains,
Rouse from your slumber and rush on the foe ;
Though bright and clear now, e'er ev'ning the
fountains,
Dark with the blood of the slaughter^ shall
flow i
our last struggle for freedom and honour,
Blow your wild trumpets and call up the brave !
Fight for your country—shame is upon her !
On to the conflict, to die or to save.
Farewell, ye dear ones, that e'er the invader,
Wasted our vallies, h&ve &often'd and ch&rm'd.;
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T h e hearts of our country with feelings that made
her
Best belov'd home that romance ever warm'd.
H e r e to guitar we've been sighing inglorious ;
But spear and shield to our grasp now are giv'n,
W e ' l l meet again e'er the night, if victorious,
i f not, adieu t h e n — w e l l meet yet in heaven!
U p , comrades, up—see the morn's o'er the m o u n tains,
R o u s e from your slumbers and rush on the foe,
Though bright and clear now, e'er ev'ning the
fountains,
D a r k with the blood of the slaughter'd shall
flow;
A n d though w e d i e — w e shall yet live in story,
T r u e hearts w e l l prove to our country and
name,
Death may have terrors ; but still there's a glory,
In dying for native land, freedom, and fame.
HOPE TOLD
A FLUTTERING
H O P E told a flatt'ring tale,
That joy would soon return,
A h ! nought my sighs avail,
For L o v e is doom'd to mourn.
O h ! where's-the flatt'rer gone ?
F r o m me for ever flown,
T h e happy dream of love is o'er,
A n d life, alas ! can charm no more.
FINIS.
TALE.
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Seven Fashionable Songs. The Star of the East. Ah! why did I gather. Are you angry Mother. Come buy my Cherries. Dunois the Brave. Hope told a flattering tale. Up, Comrades, up.
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The Star of the East.
Ah! why did I gather.
Are you angry Mother.
Come buy my Cherries.
Dunois the Brave.
Hope told a flattering tale.
Up, Comrades, up.
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8 pages
Description
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Woodcut image of two dogs and a small house on the title-page.
Subject
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Ballads and songs
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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Chapbook #26 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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English
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Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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