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The new pictorial Bible.
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Religion and Morals
Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
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'40' is printed at the bottom of the title page
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1850 per National Library of Scotland
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English
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24 pages
16 cm
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This 24 page chapbook includes several brief selections from the Old and New Testaments, accompanied by woodcut prints depicting the scenes described. Each page has two woodcuts and associated biblical passages, for a total of 46 prints.
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Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
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N O R T H E R N
O R,
D I T T Y
T II E
Citizen outwitted by a C o u n t r y Damfcl
To which is added,
A
T E N
Y E A R ' S
S I E G E,
T h e N E W W A Y of t h e B L I N D BOY,
T h e O L D W A Y of the B L I N D BOY,
J A S G O W,
JY J & M. R O B E R T S O N ,
jmarket, iBoo,
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T H E N O R T H E It If D I T T Y .
O I, I ) and raw the n o r t h did Blaw,
bleak i a the m o r n i n g early ;
Ail the tree* were h i d reith fnaw,
'covered with winter early
A s I was riding o ' e r t h e S l o u g h , I met a F a r m e r ' s D a u g h t e r ,
W i t h rofy cheeks a n d bonny b r o w 3
good faith my chops did w a t e r .
D o w n I wav*d my bonnet low,
meaning to fnew my b r e e d i n g ,
S h e returned a g r a c e f u l bow,
her vifage far exceeding,
1 sfk'd her w h e r e "(he wa$ going fo fcon,
and/ longM to b o l d a parley : •
She told me-to the n e x t i m r k e t t c w n 9
on tourpofe to tell her b a r k y .
f n this p u i f e , fwef tTrnih vfkid
twenty pounds iy fairly, ,
S e e k no f a r t h e r doe to bxif\
for lie. take nil t h y barleyi
A n d twenty pounds m o r e fliill purchafe-de
thy per Ion 1 love ib dearly j
('light
If the-ii wilt lie with m e all n i g h t ,
and g a n g h a n x in the m o r n i n g early* -
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If forty pounds would buy the globe,
this thing I -would not do, Sir ;
O r were my friends as poor as J o b ,
P d never raife t h e m fo, Sir.
For would you prove one night my f r i e n d ,
we'fe get a y o u n g kid t o g e t h e r ,
A n d y o u ' d b e gone e ' e r nine m o n t h s end,*
t h e n w h e r e ihould I find the father ?
P r a y what would my father fay,
if I Ihould be fo flily,
T o throw my maidenhead away,
and lofe my true love Billy.
0 this
and
B u t if
nrft
would bring m e to d i f g r a c e /
therefore I fay you nay, Sir,
that you will me e m b r a c e ,
marry and then y o u may, Sir.
1 told her I h a d married been
fourteen years a n d longer,
Elfe I'd chuie you for my Q u e e n ,
aad fallen the k n o t
ftronger.
She bid m e then no f u r t h e r r o a m ,
but m a n a g e m y wedlock fairly.
A n d k e e p the purfe f o r fpoufe a t - h o m e ,
for lome other would b u y h e r b a r l e y .
T h e n as fwift as any roe,
ihe rode away and left me ;
A n d atter her I could not go*
of joy flie quite bereft me*
�T h e r e I myfelf did diiappomf,
f o r die did leave me fairly.
M y words knocked all things o a t of j o i n t ,
I lofl both the maid and barley,
P A R T
IL
I D I N G down a n a r r o w lane,
f e m e two or three hours a f t e r ,
' l u c r e I c h a n e ' d to meet again
the f a r m e r ' s b o n n y d a u g h t e r :
R
A l t h o u g h it was b o t h raw and cold,
I ftakf to hold a parley,
A n d fhevv'd once m e r e my purfe of gold,
when fhe had fold her barley.
L o v e , faid f, pray do net f r o w n ,
b u t let us change e m b r a c e s ,
I will b u y thee a (11 ken g o w n ,
with ribbons,, gloves and l a c e s ;
A ring and b o d k i n , muff and f a n ,
a o Lady fhall have n e a t e r ;
F o r as I a m an h o n e d m a n ,
I n e ' e r faw a fweeter c r e a t u r e .
tThen
I took her by the h a n d ,
and faid, My deareft j e w e l
W h y {houWeft thou difputing {land,
I pray thee be not c r u e l
S h e found my m i n d was fully b e n t ,
l o pleasure my fond defire ;
T h e r e f o r e fhe feemed to confent,
b u t I wiih I'd n e ' e r c o m e n i g h h e r .
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B u t , faid ike, W h a t fhall I d o ,
if I c o m m i t this evil ?
A n d yield rnyfelf in Ioyc to y o u ,
I hope you will be civil.
Y o u talk of ribbons, gloyes, and rings,
and likewife gold a n d t r e a f u r e ;
O let me firft enjoy thofc things,'
theft you (hall have y o u r pleafure.
Surely thy will flia.il he obeyM,
faid f, my own dear honey ;
A n d then into her lap he laid
full forty pounds of m o t l e y :
W e ' l l to the m a r k e t town this day,
and Straightway end this quarrel,
A n d deck thee like a Lady gay,
in flourishing apparel.
AH niy gold and filver t h e r e
to her I did deliver,
On the road we did repair,
and coming to a river,
W h o f e waters were both deep and wide,
f u c h rivers ( n e ' e r faw many$
S h e leapt her mare on the other fide,
and left m e not one p e n n y .
iThen rny heart was funk, full low,
with grief and care f u r r o u n d e d :
A f t e r her I could not g o ,
for fear of being d r o w n e d .
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She turned about, and fa id, b e h o l d ,
» I ' m not at y o u r devotion ;
B u t , Hir I t h a n k yoii for y c u r gald 5
"will help to enlarge my portion.
I began to Uarnp. a n d ftsre,
to fee what the had a c t e d ;
W i t h my hands I tore my hair,
like one that was d i f l r a c k d .
Give me my money then I cry\?,
good taith I did but lend it*,
B u t (he full faft away did ride,
' and vowM f h e d i d not intend it*
A
r E N
YEAR'S
SIEGE,
T
E N years like T r o y , my f l u b b o r n hear%
, withftood th* afTauk of fond defire j
B u t now, alas ! 1 feel a f m a r t ,
poor I, like T r o y , am all on fire*
W i t h care we may a pile fee o r e ,
and- f r o m all c o m m o n [parks defend :
B u t O h ! w h o can a houfe fecure,
when the coeleftial flames defcend*
T h u s was I fafe. till f r o m your eyes,
deftru&ive fires are brightly g i v e n ;
A h S who can f h u n the w a r m itirprife,
whcn loj tfaelight'riifrg conies f r o m heaven®
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T h e N e w W A Y of the B U N D B O Y .
f
' M n o w deprived of -the light,
which I did once enjoy.
O n c e had the hleitings of the fight,
b a t n o w , b u t n o w a poor blind b o y .
M y tender babes that's y o u n g in years,
doth make my heart to bleed.
It makes my darkened eyes died tears,
to hear t h e m call for bread*
My loving wile with w h o m I liv'd,
thefe thirty years and more,
Becaufe for her I can't provide,
it vexes me full fore*
T h e tender infant on her b r e a d ,
not to nine m o n t h s a m v ' d .
T h o u g h often fcanty in her feaft,
~ yet likely is to thrive*
A little boy and girl alfo,
•
j
when they began to walk,
W i t h joy doth m a k e my heart o^erdop,
to hear their p r a t t l i n g talk.
O n c e on a day I never t h o u g h t ,
this poor mean way t o t a k e ,
Since to extremity I ' m b r o u g h t , _ |
m u d afk for heaven's fake*
G o o d Christians buy m y little b o o k j fhow but this frnail r e g a r d
On my d i f t r d f e d cafe, but l o o k ,
\
a n d H e a v ' n will you reward.
, I
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T h e O L D W A Y of the B L I N D B O Y*
Say what is that thing callM light,
that I can n e ' e r enjoy ?
W h a t i$ the blefimgs of the fight ?
0 tell, O tell your poor blind b o y .
Y o u talk of w o n d r o u s things you fee,
you fay the fun fhines bright,
I feel it w a r m , but h o w can I
difcern the day f r o m n i g h t !
M y day and n i g h t , myfelf I m a k e ,
w h e n e ' e r I walk or play,
A n d could I always k e e p a w a k e ,
it would be always day.
W i t h heavy fighs I often h e a r ,
you m o u r n my helplefs woe,
B u t fure with patience I m u d bear,
a Ipfs I ne ? er can k n p w .
A l t h o u g h alas ! I've loft my fight,
1 have a gift in flore,
For here and t h e r e 1 get a mite,
and I defire n o more.
I m u f t not beg, I will not Ileal,
old a r e and darknefs is my Sorrow j
B u t i will truft to Providence*
and (if good Chrifiians b o r r o w ,
T h e n Idt not what I cannot h a v e , my piace of rnind deflroy,
W h i l f t tjius I fing, I am a king,
althcmg'h a poor blind boy."
O
Clafgow^ Printed by J. & M. Robert/on,. Saltan ark'et. 1800.
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1800
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The Citizen outwitted by a Country Damsel.
A Ten Year's Siege.
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The Old Way of the Blind Boy.
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8 pages
15 cm
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Woodcut image of uple in fashionable dress holding hands on t.p.
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Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow
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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 Chapbook</a>s
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Glasgow: Printed by J. & M. Robertson
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Woodcut 036: Title-page illustration of a young man wearing a straw hat. He is sitting on a rock with a bowl in his hand.
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The old Scotch ballad of Andrew Lammie; or Mill of Tifty's Annie.
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Courtship and Marriage
Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
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'6' is printed at the bottom of the title page
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1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="%20University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a>
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Mill of Tifty's Annie
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A tragic tale of the love between a miller’s daughter and a trumpeter for the local lord. When her father finds out of the love between them, he forbids them to marry, although the lord gives his approval. While the trumpeter is away, the miller’s daughter dies of a beating from her father and brother and from a broken heart, much to the dismay of all the parties involved.
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8 pages
16 cm
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University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="%20University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a>
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Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs
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THE
OLD SCOTCH SON©
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BOOKSELLERS.
�Y o u n g
Grigor"s
p \ur
Ghost.
r.
Corne al] ye voting lovers in Scotland d r a w sear
l^nto this sad story which now ye shall hear
(Concerning two lovers that iiv'd in the n«>rth,
A m o n g s t the high mountains that stand beyond
Forih
This m a i d was the d a u g h t e r o f a gentleman,
O f the n a m e o f M Farlane and of the same d * m ;
Hut G r i g o r was born in a H i g h l a n d Is-e.
A ad by blood relation her cousin we style
B a t where riches are w a n t i n g we oftentimes see
Few men are esteemed for their p e d i g r e e ;
H k father was forced, when he was a child,
T o leave this realm • and when he was exit'd,
His lands they were forfeit, I let you knotf,
Because of rebellion the truth for to show
Roth gold and vast riches he with him did give,
For his education, a n d ho** he m i g h t live,
And solely he fo the care o f his friend,
W e * Ifcft by his father to be m a i n t a i n ' d ;
H e learrrd him indeed for to read arid to writs,
In all rules of A r i t h m e t i c he m a d e him perfect.
In L a t i n and Fierich he had taught hina also,
That he through the world was fit for to go ;
k i n g was recruiting, all hands did e m p ' o y . •
" W'hiJe h#r father as a servant us d this y o u n g boy,
atu k m is o f d r u d g e r y he m a d e him to serve.
j^mti still to ke*.p h i m as a corpse o f reserve :
a be&'.ariful y o u n g m a n was n o t in t h e p'-aee
'tamts«ve could c o m p a r e w i t h him in stature and grace
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T i e charming. Miss K a t t y was oft hi _ the way,
$ n e day in iuve s p i s t o n she.to hi in did say, tMJ,
M y dear coasm
rigor I've s o m e t k i m g to' tell,
W h i c h r o w from my bosom this ci-»y I reveal.
Y o u k n o w with lovers i m p l a ^ a ' d to the heart
But sou are the object that makes me to smart ;
I f yon do but iuve me, dear cousin s-sid she,
1 'm happy iV>r ever so therefore be free.
Then said he. dear K a t f y lem all in a s u m
i suppose your intentions are nu thing. biti fun :
Fur bad i a subject to ba ranee wi,1i you.
1'U c a u n t myself happy your suit 1 might, true.
0 ! said she dear t J rigor. I m no way -in
A n d i f you deny me. then death s my rt--quest,
Y o u know the. substance and wealth t h a i I heve,
'lis enough to up ho d us all both' gallant & br^ve
1 know thai my parents fV-r mure riches are bent
B u t a few years by nature wib muk t h e m extinct
Till n hich tinie mv <j.ri^or-1
• mak,e ibis vow, •
T h a t I never wiii marhy another but you
O then he c o n s e n t e d , an«J flew ?o her arms f
A n d . said my dear K atty I'm kill d by your charms
But i f y o u r parents tli'l* fond uj v e should know,
T h e y scon will cause' our sad ovrf throw.
O f that *«y dear ( t r i ^ o r eg silent I pray.
This n i g h t • vie -will -paH, a n d m i l meet the next
&s8y,
^:
"Under the broad oak, by the cave in the glefc,
W here more of ray .aiind u n t o you- I'll' fcxpiaiey
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t i e r mother, .next m o r n i n g by a bltqk o f her eye
B e t w i x t her &&a btri^or great love oid
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Vnd she to her husband t h e game soor* reveal* d
^riviag orders to watch them as they re h the field
All day then her father went w a ! k ; n g a b o u t ,
\rtd after her he still kept a look « ut,,
Till hard on the evening she went t o the
W h e r e G'Tigor was w a k i n g t o hear feer explain
11?e way they would -manage Sc m a k e matters
H e r father did follow and beard them a ? so.
H e stepped in sofdy stood over the cave
H e a r i n g their discourses how diey would behave
U length he advarrc d cri'd Grig-or what now.
Is this the reward from such an o / p h a n as y o u ?
¥ o h know I've maintained y o u since seven years
©Id
\tsd no*' your intentions they-seem very b o ' d .
Then G r i g o r ask "d p a r d o n . a n d thus h e did - m y
^rr I ' m at v i m r disposal, then do a-s y o n m a y ,
The old m a n i n a passion tbetv c h i d i n g did &t&'B-d
Till K a t t y t o o k courage -and took speech in hand
W h a t m e a n y o u , dear fataer on us for to fro a h
W a s t his m an a beggar I ' m °s ure he ' s o u r o w n,
He's of'our kindred our flesh, and ovr blood,
And y o u very well know his b e h a v i o m rs g o o i
' I t s h i m that I chose for my husband & shall ;;
K§'o give all your riches to whom that you will,
D o not think I rn a horse or a hog t o fee £old
v way t o some numbskull that has ncroght hut
T h e f a t h e r in a rage t© the mother gid ga
"rid told 'their proceedings with sorrow and was
^ m ^ e e m ' d t h a t rfrgbt as hrs anger had been g o n e
(
G*ig<1r khre t p c f e ' i i
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Brat lie ?etvt a »ies<«ngQr into Inverness.
W h i c h brought out a parry youn«• Grigor11? t>rcs-s
J n d for to m a k e ready gave no time we hear,
ask'd hut ®ne favour a word o f his dear
tfhen b e m g denied* the old m./n wiih a frov?n
Said, so ! dier§ can have s w e e t h e a r t in every
At this t h e y o u n g l a d y cri d bitteriy,
M a y the heavens requite y o u for year-cruelty,
Y o u n g Cr-rlgor took courage atid marched a w a ^
W h e n the C a p t a i n viewed him t h u s to him di i say
•For the lady that loVd you Sir I pity her case,
W h o ' s lost such a beauty & sweet b l o o m i n g
Mis lady cri d out, what a wretch can he be,
il&us'd .press th's y o u n g man for no p e r j u r y ,
II is long yellow hair to fois m i d d l e hangs a own,
O v e r his broad shoulders so fine r o u n d
round.
N o w G r i g o r >co n s i « e r k i b "his sprit i'ful »c$sfe,
d e c e i v e d the bounty and ?wore the peace
Mis Captain u n t o him afourk>ugh he gav'e,
T o see his dear -Ratty once more he did crave,
T w o lines he then sent her by a solid hand.
T h a t he u n d e r the oak at m i d n i g h t would stared,
-For to wait upon h e r , and hear her complaint
/it*d there f o r to meet 'him s'he was well-con*®fit
H e r vows Whe renewed with tears n o t a .'lew,
Snd a gold-ring on's fingsr as a t o k e n she dew.
W h i c h was not to move c o m e death or come life
Ti l that happy m o m e n t he made her his * rfe
S h e fain would *go with h i m , b i n he a n s w r e i
'no,
ffoTjyeitiTipaffg^ts mU
<&tme
m-mmm
�§
M y M a k e r be witness, and this green oak said he
T&m 1 ne e? ska.i cnj.&y a w o m a n but lh.:o.
And these then he left h«r a weeping fail sore
Poor creature t h e never got sight oi him rnort,
For in short t i m e , tin. realtor he-went to se?..
A n d left the s g h t o f Britain., with the u a r in his
eye,
*-nd went to
me. i j a their orders being so,
T h e r e prov d a gallant soldier & vaiour did show
T h a t fo: his behaviour they ne er cou d -him b . u ^ e
Pr&m a Corporal at lasUto a Sergeant he c a ^ € .
P > R T 111
Being near Fort N i a g a r a in the year fifty-nine
©•n the 30th o f J u l y , as he a V a i s d ; « iric u e,
T o fVequ?nt the green-wood at some distant p-ace
T o breath out his sorrows h i , mind t~> tofotW
rnong ike savage Indians -alas here lie &H
B u t how he was m u r d e r e d we cannot wel; te I,
Fur en the ntxi morning they f o a n d h i m there
de-id
T w o Indians l.?y by him wanting t h t i r heads,
C « t off with his.-'broad
ord . as is uuder.s;ood,
^s there ail around him was nofelvng but blood
In ye wounds, in his body, his. hair sea p ' 4 .away,
H w . d til.-4 sword' and pistol oi ah m a d e a pr.«»y
A n d one o f ins fingers from his hand they had
cut,
O b which was the gold ring from-'his lover he g o t
I n thai very m o m e n t t h o u g h in Scotland we k t a r
A dreadful spectre to his love did appear,
As she was-a-weeping under the.green oak,
Me
past by her and not a word spok%%
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Y e t shaking his left h m d , where die ring fee dtid
wear,
\ hieh wanted a. finger pnd blood d r o p p e d there.
\
Whereat the y o u n g lady was struck with amasre
A n d rose to run after, and on h i m did aa^g ;
A< she knew it was G r i g o r , h u t h o ^ in that pla@e
It made her to wonder and dread the sad ease.
W i t h terror and grief h o m $ she did retire.
^ ad spent the whole nighv in s e e p i n g and prayer
pnrty next m o r n i n g she rose with the su**,
"A ad we at back to the" green o i k ro weep ai-1 alone
For always ^he esteem d ilu»t place as we hear
A*> on it she got the last sight o f her dear ;
A * there she sat weeping and tearing her hair,
A^aln the pale spectre to her did appear*
Asd with a wi'd aspect it star'd in her
T&en said, O dear K a u y d o not me e m b r a c e ,
F«w I ' m hot' a spirit t h o u g h shining in blood,
M y body, lies m u r d e r e d in a foreign wood.
I'here
two w o u a d s in my body and three HI
my
side
W i t h hatchets & a/rows that f both deep & wide
M y sea p an J. fine hair far a p r e m i u m are sold,
A-.A also m\ linger. wi;h the ring of pare gold.
^ kich you t brew u p o n it as a mark o f true love
L'lve's stronger than death, for it does remove,
For m y earnest desire it is for y o n , my d e a r ,
And ti-1 y o u are with me 1 il still wander here.
Fer this world s hut vanity all s but a vain show
Tis n o u g h t to the pleasures where we are to go.
J
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Sfee w r n i to embrace him being void of a>l
E'Jt h& in a m o m e n t went o u t o f her sight.
ftight
Tlieo h o m e in great k error to her father d i d r u n
C r y i n g '3h , cruel father now what have you d o n e
^ r i ^ a r lov d G r i g o t eame to me in b l o o d ?
A a d h s body lies m u r d e r d in an A snericsn w©.®€$
H e shewed me his wounds, and each bleeding
sore,
therefore my pleasures on earth are no m o r e
H e r father look d at her as one being a m a z d ,
T h e a said, my desr K a t t y , your brains vhey are
eraz d
B u t itiil she m a i n t a i n d it and cri { d like a e h i M
fe er after was s^en for to laugh nor to smile,
B r o u g h t to her a:l doctors whose skill wa:-* in vain
W%& still ^ave opinion she was sound in the brain,
H a r body decayed and her face wan and pale,
S h e soar-d to her true love, b e y o n d deaths dark
vale
FirAt hwr, then her m o t h e r in one night expir d ,
I h o p s he enjoys the bliss ; he desir d
%
N o w the old father be cries bereft a f all j o y s ,
Th© he has plenty of g o ' d no girts ra r boys,
Let ail cruel parents to this take gre^.t beed,
His p r e t t y y o u n g d a u g h t e r is now with the deed.
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Supernatural
Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
# of Woodcuts: 1
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: no date
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet
Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire
Fashion (Clothing): kilt
Fashion (Clothing): military
Fashion (Clothing): sporran
Gender: man/men
Occupation: soldier
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T H E
O L D
SCOTS
B A L L A D
OF
ANDREW LAMMIE,
OR,
Mill of Tifty's Annie.
O mother dear make me my bed,
And lay my face to Fyvie,
Thus will I lie, and thus will die,
For my dear Andrew Lammie.
FALKIRK:
PRINTED FOR THE B O O K S E L L E R S .
�ANDREW LAMMIE.
AT Mill of Tifty lived a man,
In the neighbourhood of Fyvie,
He had a lovely daughter fair,
Was called bonny Annie.
Her bloom was like the springing flower.
That hails the rosy morning,
With innocence and graceful mien,
Her beauteous form adorning.
Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter,
Whose name was Andrew Lammie,
He had the art to gain the heart
O f Mill of Tiftie's Annie.
Proper he was both young and gay,
His like was not in Fyvie,
Nor was ane there that could compare,
With this same Andrew Lammie.
Lord
Where lived Tiftie's Annie,
His trumpeter rode him before,
Even this same Andrew Lammie.
Her mother called her to the door,
Comehereto me my Annie,
Did e'er you see a prettier man
Then the trumpeter of Fyvie.
�Nothing she said, but sighing sore,
Alas ! for bonnie Annie :
She durst not own her heart was won
By the trumpeter of Fyvie.
At night when all went to their bed,
All slept full soon but Annie,
Love so oppressed her tender breast, .
And love will waste her body.
Love comes in at my bed side,
And love lies down beyond me,
Love so oppressed my tender breast,
And love will waste my body.
The first time me and my love met,
Was in the woods o f Fyvie,
His l o v e l y form, and speech so soft,
Soon gained the heart of Annie.
He called me mistress, I said no, '
I'm Tiftie's bonny Annie;
With apples sweet he did me treat,
And kisses soft and many.
It's up and down in Tiftie's den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny,
I've often gane to meet my love,
My bonny Andrew Lammie.
But now, alas ! her father heard,
That the trumpeter of Fyvie,
Had had the art to gain the heart
Of Mill of Tifties Annie.
m*
�4
Her father soon a letter wrote,
And sent it on to Fyvie,
To tell his daughter was bewitched
By his servant, Andrew Lammie.
Then up the stair his trumpeter,
He called soon and shortly,
Pray tell me soon what's this you've done,
To Tiftie's bonny Annie.
Woe be to Mill of Tiftie's pride,
For it has ruined many,
They'll not have't said that she should wed
The trumpeter of Fyvie.
In wicked art I had no part,
Nor therein am I canny,
True love alone the heart has won
Of Tiftie's bonny Annie.
Where will I find a boy so kind,
That will carry a letter canny,
Who will run to Tiftie's town,
Give it to my love Annie.
Tifty he has daughters three,
Who all are wonderous bonnie,
But ye'll ken her o'er a' the rest,
Give that to bonny Annie.
It's up and down it Tiftie's den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonnie,
There wilt thou come and I'll attend,
My love I long to see thee.
�5
Thou may'st come to the Brig of Shigh,
And there I'll come and meet thee,
It's there we will renew our love,
Before I g o and leave you.
My love, I go to Edinburgh town,
And for a while must leave thee;
She sighed sore, and said no more,
But I wish that I were with you.
I'll buy to thee a bridal gown,
M y love I'll buy it bonny,
But I'll be dead ere ye.come back,
To see your bonny Annie.
If ye'll be true and constant too,
A s I am Andrew Lammie,
I shall ye we wed when I come back
T o see the lands of Fyvie.
I will be true and constant too,
T o thee my Andrew Lammie ;
But my bridal bed or then'll be made,
In the green church-yard of Fyvie.
The time is gone and now comes on,
M y dear, that I m u s t leave thee,
If longer here I should appear,
Mill of Tifty he would see me.
I now for ever bid adieu
T o thee, m y Andrew Lammie,
Or ye come back I will be laid
in the green church-yard of Fyvie.
�6
He hied him to the head of the house,
To the house top of Fyvie,
He blew his trumpet loud and shrill,
It was heard at Mill of Tifty.
Her father locked the door at night,
Laid by the keys fu' canny,
And when he heard the trumpet sound,
Said, your cow is lowing, Annie.
My father dear, I pray forbear,
And reproach not your Annie ;
I'd rather hear that cow to low,
Than all the kye in Fyvie.
I would not for my braw new gown,
And all your gifts so many,
That it was told in Fyvie land,
How cruel ye are to Annie.
But if ye strike me I will cry,
And gentlemen will hear me,
Lord Fyvie will be riding by,
And he'll come in and see me.
At the same time the lord came in,
He said, what ails thee, Annie ?
It's all for love now I must die,
For bonny Andrew Lammie.
Pray Mill of Tifty give consent,
And let your daughter marry ;
It will be with some higher match,
Than the trumpeter of Fyvie.
�If she were come of as high a kind,
As she's advanced in beauty,
I would take her unto myself,
And make her my own lady.
Fyvie lands are far and wide,
Aud they are wonderoas bonny,
But I would not leave my own true love,
For all the lands in Fyvie.
Her father struck her wonderous sore,
As also did her mother ;
Her sisters also did her scorn,
But woe be to her brother.
Her brother struck her wonderous sore,
With cruel strokes and many,
He broke her back in the hall door,
For liking Andrew Lammie.
Alas ! my father and mother dear,
Why so cruel to your Annie;
My heart was broken first by love,
My brother has broke my body.
O mother dear make me my bed,
And lay my face to Fyvie,
Thus will I lie, and thus will die,
For my dear Andrew Lammie.
Ye neighbours hear baith far and near.
And pity Tifty's Annie,
Who dies for love of one poor lad,
For bonny Andrew Lammie.
�8
No kind of vice e'er stained my life,
Or hurt my virgin honour ;
My youthful heart was won by love,
But death will me exoner.
Her mother then she made her bed,
And laid her face to Fyvie,
Her tender heart it soon did break,
And never saw Andrew Lammie.
Lord Fyvie he did wring his hands,
Said, alas! for Tifty's Annie ;
The fairest flower cut down by love,
That ever sprang in Fyvie.
Woe be to Mill of Fifty's pride,
He might have let them marry,
I should have given them both to live,
Into the lands of Fyvie.
Her father sorely now laments,
The loss of his dear Annie,
And wishes he had given consent,
To wed with Andrew Lammie.
Whan Andrew home from Edinburgh came,
With muckle grief and sorrow ;
My love is dead for me to-day,
I'll die for her to-morrow,
Now I will run to Tifty's den,
Where the burn runs clear and bonny,
With tears I'll view the Brig of Shigh,
Where I parted with my Annie.
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The Old Scots Ballad of Andrew Lammie, or, Mill of Tifty's Annie. O mother dear make me my bed, and Lay my face to Fyvie, Thus will I lie, and thus will I die, For my dear Andrew Lammie.
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Mill of Tifty's Annie.
O Mother dear make me my bed and lay my face to Fyvie
Thus will I lie, and thus will I die, for my dear Andrew Lammie
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8 pages
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Chapbook #54 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk
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ballads & songs
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Chapbook Date: 1831-1840
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers
Nature: tree(s) Gender: man/men
Outdoor Scene
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THE
OLD SCOTS
Tragical Song
Sir James the Rose
OF
OF all the Scottish northern chiefs.
Of high and warlike name,
The bravest was Sir James the Rose,
A knight of meikle fame.
FALKIRK.
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
�Sir James the rose,
OF aLl the Scottish northern chiefs
Of high and warlike name,
The bravest was Sir James the Rose,
A knight of meikle fame.
i i i s growth was like a youthful oak,
That crowns the mountain's brow,
And waving o'er his shoulders broad,
His locks of yellow flew.
Wide were his fields, his herds were large,
And large his flocks of sheep,
And numerous were his goats and deer,
Upon the mountain's steep.
The chieftain of the good clan Rose,
A firm and warlike band,
Five hundred warriors drew the sword,
Beneath his high command.
In bloody fight thrice had he stood,
Against the English keen,
E r e two and twenty op'ning springs
The booming youth had seen.
The fair Matilda dear he lov'd,
A maid of beauty r a r e ;
Ev'n Margaret on the Scottish throne
Was never half so fair.
Long had he woo'd, long she refused,
With seeming scorn and pride ;
Yet oft her eyes confess'd the love
Her fearful words denied.
�3
At length she bless'd his well-tried love,
Allow'd his tender claim ;
She vow'd to him her tender heart,
And own'd an equal
flame.
Her father, Buchan's cruel lord,
Their passion disapprov'd ;
He bade her wed Sir John the Graeme,
And leave the youth she lov'd.
One night they met as they were wont,
Deep in a shady wood.
Where on the bank beside the burn,
A blooming saugh-tree stood.
Conceal'd among the underwood
T h e crafty Donald lay,
The brother of Sir John the Graeme,
To watch what they might say.
When thtis the maid began, M y sire
Our passion disapproves.
He bids me wed Sir John the Graeme,
So here must end our loves.
My father's will must be obeyed,
Nought boots me to withstand,
Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom,
Shall bless you with her hand,
Soon will Matilda be forgot,
And from thy mind effac'd,
But may that happiness be thine,
Which
I can never taste !
What do I hear ! Is this thy vow?
Sir James the Rose replied;
�4
And will Matilda wed the Graeme,
Though sworn to be my bride ?
His sword shall sooner pierce my heart,
Than reave me of thy charms—
And clasp'd her to his throbbing breast,
Fast lock'd within his arms.
I spoke to try thy love, she said,
I'll ne're wed man but t h e e ;
The grave shall be my bridal bed,
If Graeme my husband be.
Take then, dear youth, this faithful kiss,
In witness of my troth,
And every plague become my lot,
That day I break my oath.—
They parted thus—the sun was set—
Up hasty Donald flies;
And turn thee, turn thee, beardless youth,
H e loud insulting cries.
Soon turn'd about the fearless chief,
And soon his sword he d r e w ;
For Donald's biade before his breast,
Had pierc'd his tartans through.
This for my brother's slighted love,
His wrongs sit on my a r m - Three paces back the youth retir'd,
T o save himself from harm.
Returning swift, his sword he rear'd,
Fierce Donald's head above ;
And through the brain and crashing bone,
His furious weapon drove.
�5
Life issued at the wound—he fell
A lump of lifeless clay ;
So fall my foes, quoth valiant Rose,
And stately strode away.
Thro' the green wood in haste he pass'd,
Unto Lord Buchan's hall,
Beneath Matilda's window stood,
And thus on her did call :
Art thou asleep, Matilda dear,
Awake, my love ! awake ;
Behold thy lover waits without,
A long farwell to take.
For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme,
His blood is on my sword ;
And far, far distant are my men,
Nor can defend their lord.
To Skye I will direct my flight,
Where my brave brothers bide,
To raise the mighty of the Isles,
To combat on my side —
O
do not so, the maid replied,
With me till morning s t a y ;
For dark and dreary is the nigh,
And dang'rous is the way.
All night I'll watch thee in the park,
My faithful page I'll send
in haste to raise the brave clan Rose,
Their master to defend.
He laid him down beneath a bush,
And wrapp'd him in his plaid,
�6
While trembling for her lover's fate,
At distance stood the maid.
Swift ran the page o'er hill and dale,
Till in a lowly glen,
He met the furious Sir John Graeme,
With twenty of his men.
Where goest thou, little page, he said,
So late? who did thee send ?—
I go to raise the brave clan Rose,
Their master to defend.
For he has slain fierce Donald Graeme,
His blood is on his sword,
And far, far distant are his men,
Nor can assist their lord.-—
And has he slain my brother d e a r ?
The furious chief replies ;
Dishonour blast my name, but he
By me ere morning dies;
Say page, where is Sir James the Ross ;
i will thee well r e w a r d H e sleeps into Lord Buchan's park,
Matilda is his guard.
They spurred their steeds and furious flew,
Like ligh'ning o'er the l e a :
They reach'd Lord Buchan's lofty tow'rs,
By dawning of the day.
Matilda stood without the gate,
Upon a rising ground,
And watch'd each object in the dawn.
All ear to every sound.
�Where sleeps the Rose ? began the Graeme,
Or has the felon fled ?
This hand shall lay the wretch on earth,
By whom my brother bled.
And now the valiant knight awoke.
The virgin shrieking heard ;
Straight up hee rose and drew his sword,
When the fierce band appear'd.
Your sword Last night my brother slew,
His blood yet dims its shine;
And ere the sun shall gild the morn,
Your blood shall reek on mine.
Your words are brave, the chief returned,
But deeds approve the man.
Set by your men and hand t o hand,
We'll try what valour can.
With dauntless step he forward strode,
And dar'd him to the f i g h t ;
The Graeme gave back, he fear'd his arm,
For well he knew his might.
Four of his men the bravest four,
Sunk down beneath his sword ;
But still he scorn'd the poor revenge,
And sought their haughty lord.
Behind him basely came the Graeme,
And piere'd him in the side;
Out spouting came the purple stream.
And all his tartan's dy'd.
But yet his hand dropp'd not the sword,
Nor sunk he to the ground.
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Till through his enemy's heart the steel
Had forc'd a mortal wound.
Graeme, like a tree by wind o'erthrown,
Fell breathless on the clay !
And down beside him sank the Rose,
And faint and dying lay.
Matilda saw and fast she ran ;
O spare his life, she cried ;
Lord Buchan's daughter begs his life,
Let her not be denied.
Her well-known voice the hero heard,
He rais'd his death-clos'd eyes ;
H e fix'd them on the weeping maid,
And weakly thus replies:
In vain Matilda begs a life,
By death's arrest denied ;
My race is run—adieu, my love ;
Then clos'd his eyes and died.
The sword yet warm from his left side,
With frantic hand she drew;
I come, Sir James the Rose, she cried,
1 come to follow you.
The hilt she lean'd against the ground,
And h a r d her snowy breast,
Then fell upon her lover's face,
And sunk to endless rest.
FINIS.
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The Old Scots Tragical Song of Sir James the Rose. Of all the Scottish northern chiefs, Of high and warlike name, The bravest was Sir James the Rose, A knight of meikle fame.
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk
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Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers
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16 cm
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<p>Tifty, Aberdeenshire, Scotland</p>
Edinburgh, Scotland
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Ballads and songs
Crime
Courtship and Marriage
Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
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A tragic tale of the love between a miller’s daughter and a trumpeter for the local lord. When her father finds out of the love between them, he forbids them to marry, although the lord gives his approval. While the trumpeter is away, the miller’s daughter dies of a beating from her father and brother and from a broken heart, much to the dismay of all the parties involved.
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SIR JAMES THE ROSE
Of all the Scottish northern chiefs,
Of high' and warlike name,
The bravest was Sir James the Rose,
A knight of meikle fame.
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That crowns the mountain's brow,
And waving o'er his shoulders broad.
His locks of yellow flew.
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Wide were hisjlmlds, his herds were large,
And large his flocks of sheep,
And numerous were his goats and deer,
Upon the mountains steep.
The chieftain of the good clan Rose,
A firm and warlike band,
Five hundred warriors drew the sword,
Beneath his high command.
In bloody fight thrice had he stood
Against the English keen,
Ere two and twenty opening springs
The blooming youth had seen.
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The fair Matilda dear he loved—
A maid to beauty rare ;
Ev'n Margaret on the Scottish throne
Was never half so fair.
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�Long had lie wooed, long she r e f u s e ,
With seeming scorn and pride ;
Yet oft her eyes confessed the love
Her fearful words denied.
A t length she blessed his well-tried love
Allowed his tender claim ;
She vowed to him her tender heart.
And owned an equal flame.
Her father. Buclian's cruel lord,
Their passion dis-approved ;
He bade her wed Sir John the G ramie,
And leave the youth she loved.
One night they met as they were wont,
Deep in a shady wood,
Where on the bank beside the burn,
A blooming saugh tree stood.
Concealed among the underwood
The crafty Donald lay,
The brother of Sir John the G ramie,
To watch what they might say.
When thus the maid began, My Sire
Our passion dis-approves,
He bids me wed Sir John the Gramme,
So here must end our loves.
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My father's will must be obeyed,
Nought boots me to withstand,
Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom
Shall bless you with her hand.
Soon will Matilda be forgot,
And from thy mind effaced ;
But may that happiness be thine,
Which J can never taste,
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What do I hear! is this tliy vow ?
Sir James the Rose replied;
And will Matilda wed the Graeme,
Though sworn to be my bride ?
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His sword shall sooner pierce my heart
Than reave me of thy charms—
And clasped her to his throbbing breast,
Fast locked within his arms.
1 spoke to try thy love, she said,
I'll ne'er wed man but thee ;
The grave shall be my bridal bed
If Graeme my husband be.
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Then take, dear youth, this faithful kiss
In witness of my troth,
And every plague become my lot,
That day I break my oath—
They parted thus—the sun was let—
Up htfsty Donald flies.
And turn thee, turn thee, beardless youth,
He loud insulting cries.
Soon turned about the fearless chief,
And soon his sword he drew ;
For Donald's blade before his breast,
Had pierced his tartans through.
This for my brother's slighted love,
His wrongs sit on my arm—
Three paces back the youth retired,
And saved himself from harm.
Returning swift his sword he reared,
Fierce Donald's head above ; 0
And through the brain and crashing bone,
Hi» furioas weapon drove, 1
�Life issued at the wound—he fell
A lump of lifeless clay ;
So fall my foes, quoth valient Rose,
Aucl stat'ely strode away.
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Thro' the green wood iu hast he passed,
Urito Lord Buchan's hall,
Beneath Matilda's window stood;
A n d thus on her did c a l l : o I
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Art thou asleep, Matilda dear ?
Awake my love awake;
Lehold thy lover waits without,
A long farewell to take.
Avi : n >d) t-i'. !. hi - ! •/
For I have slain fierce Donald Graeme
His blood is.on my sword ;
A n d far, far distant are" my men,
Nor can defend their lord.
.-•jib rnifuuiii 0*10 out /ft
T o Skye I will direct my flight,
Where my brave brothers bide,
Ito raise the mighty- of the Isles,
T o combat 011 my side.
0 do not so the maid replied,
With me till morning stay : ' *
For dark and dreary 4s' the night,
And dangerous is the way.
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All night I'll watch thee in the park,
My faithful page I'll send
In liase to raise the brave clan Rose,
Their master to defend,
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He laid him down beneath a bush,
And wrapped'liini in his plaid;
While trembling fop her lover's fate,
A t distance stood the maid.
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Fwift ran the page o'er hill and dell,
Till in a lowly glen,
He met the furious Sir John Graeme
With twenty of his men.
Where goest thou little page, he said,
So late ? who did thee send ?
I go to raise the brave clan Rose,
Their master to defend.
For he has slain fierce Donald Graeme
His blood is on his sword,
And far, far distant are his men,
Nor can assist their lord.
And has he slain my brother dear ?
The furious chief replies ;
Dishonour blast my name but he
By me ere morning dies.
Say page where is Sir James the Ros« ?
J will thee well reward—
He sleeps into Lord Buclian's park,
Matilda is his guard.
They spurred their steeds and furious flew
Like lightening o'er the lea ;
They reached Lord Buchan's lofty tower
By dawning of the day.
Matilda stood without the gate,
Upon a rising ground,
And watched each object in the dawn,
All ear to every sound.
Where sleeps the Rose? began the Grame
Or has the felon fled ?
This hand shall lay the wretch on earth,
Uy whom my brother bled,
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Last day at noon, Matilda said,
Sir James the Ro-e passed by.
Well mounted on his noble steed,
And onward fast did hie.
By this time he's in Edinburgh Town,
If horse and man hold good ;—
Tour page then lied who said he was
Now sleeping in the wood.
She wrung her hands, and tore her hair
Brave Rose thou art betrayed.
And ruined by tlio.e very means'
From whence 1 hoped thine aid.
And now the valiant knight awoke,
The virgin shrieking heard ;
Straight up he rose and drew his sword,
When the fierce band appeared.
Your sword last night my brother slew,
His blood yet dims its shine;
And ere the Sun shall gild the morn,
Your blood shall reek on mine.
Your words are brave, the chief returned,
But deeds approve the man,
Set by your men and hand to hand
We'll try what valour can.
With dauntless step he forward strode,
And dared him to the fight;
The Graeme gave back, he feared his arm
For well he knew his might.
Four of his men, the bravest four,
Sunk down beneath his sword ;
But still he scorned the poor revenge.
And sought their haughty lord.
�a -'
Behind him basely came the Graeme,
And pierced him in the side ;
Out sprouting came the purple stream,
And all his tartans dyed.
But yet his hand dropped not the sword,
Nor sunk he to the ground,
Till through his enemy's heart the steel,
Had forced a mortal wo and.
Grseme, like a tree by wind o'er thrown,
Fell breathless on the clay ;
And down beside him sunk the Rose,
And faint and dying lay.
Matilda saw and fast she ran,
O spare his life, she cried;
Lord Buchan's daughter begs his life,
Let her not be denied.
Her well-known voice the hero heard,
And raised his death closed eyes,
He fixed them on the weeping maid,
And weakly this replies :
In vain Matilda begs a life,
By deaths arrest denied ;
My race is run—adieu, my love •
Then closed his eyes and died.
The sword yet warm from his left side,
With frantic hand she drew ;
I come, Sir James the Rose, she cried,
I come to follow you.
The hilt she leant against the ground,
And bared her snowy breast,
Then fell upon her lovers face,
And sunk to endless rest.
�
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"Of all the Scottish northern chiefs, Of high and warlike name, The bravest was Sir James the Rose, A knight of meikle fame." quoted on title-page
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<a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks </a>
<a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland </a>
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<span>Purchased through </span><span class="searchword">Jane</span><span> </span><span class="searchword">Grier</span><span> Family Trust. 2012</span>
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Dundee: Printed for the Bookseller
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Ballads and songs
Courtship and Marriage
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
# of Woodcuts: 0
Chapbook Date: 1841-1850
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Genre: romance
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The Pack's Address; to which is added The Loss of the Pack.
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The Loss of the Pack
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Chapbook #12 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks (s0098b48)
Chapbook #24 in a bound collection of 37 chapbooks (s0042b27)
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1840? per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
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Poetry
Courtship and Marriage
Highlands
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Two ballad or poems about peddlars and their packs are included in this chapbook. The first describes the humorous conversation between a peddler and his pack, while the second tells the tale of a peddler who falls in love and wishes to marry, but when his love refuses to marry him right away, he heads out to the Highlands with his pack. Unfortunately, he loses the pack after a fall during a storm, and when his betrothed finds out, she soon marries another.
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University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a href="University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a>
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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Wilson, Alexander, 1766-1813
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THE
PENNY-WORTH OF WIT'S
GARLAND,
IN THREE PARTS.
F A R T I.-—Showing how a Merchant was deluded from
his Lady by a Harlot.
P A R T I I . — H o w he sailed into a far Country.
P A R T I I I , — H o w he returned to the British shore.
GLASGOW:
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�T H E PENNY W O R T H OF WIT'S G A R L M B .
P A R T I.
Here is a penny worth of wit,
F o r those that ever went astray?
If warning they will take by me
'Twill do them good some other day.
It is a touch stone of true love,
Betwixt a harlot and a w i f e ;
The former doth destructive prove,
The latter yields the joys of life.
A s in this book you may behold,
Set forth by William Lane,
A wealthy merchant, brave and bold,
W h o did a harlot long maintain.
A l t h o u g h a virtuous wife he had,
Likewise a youthful daughter dear,
W h i c h might have made his heart full glad,
Y e t he seldom would them come near.
The finest silks that could be bought,
N a y , jewels, rubbies, diamonds, rings,
H e to his wanton harlot bought,
W i t h many other costly things.
She'd still receive them with a smile
W h e n he came from the roaring seas.
A n d said, with words as smooth as oil,
M y dearest come and take thy ease;
T o my soft bed of linen fine,
Thou art right welcome love, said she,
B o t h I and all that e'er was mine
still at thy devotion be.
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Aye that I will thou needs not fear,
And so embraced him with a kiss,
Then took the wealth, and said, my dear
I'll have a special care of this.
To her he said, my joy, my dear,
With me what venture wilt thou send,
A good return thou needs not fear,
I'll be thy factor and thy friend.
In goods, my dear jewel, I'll send above
Ten pounds, which you shall take on board,
I know that unto me my love
A treble gain thou wilt afford.
This said, next to the wife he goes
And asked her in scornful ways,
What venture she will now propose
To send by him for merchandise.
I'll send a penny love by thee,
Be sure to take great care of it,
When you're in foreign part, said she,
Pray buy a penny worth of wit.
He put the money up secure,
A n d said I'll take a special care
T o lay it out you may be sure,
So to his miss he did repair.
And told her what he was to buy,
A t which she laughed his wife to scorn;
On board he went immediately,
And set to sea that very morn.
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P A R T II.
N o w were they gone with merry hearts,
The merchant and his jovial crew,
From port to port in foreign parts
T o trade as they were wont to do.
A t length when he had well bestowed
The cargo which was outward bound,
He did his trading vessel load
W i t h rich treasures which he found.
A s this merchandise did vend,
They turned the gems and golden ore,
W h i c h crowned his labour with content,
H e never was so rich before.
The wanton harlot's venture then,
Did run to great account likewise,
For every pound she would have ten,
Such was their lucky merchandise.
The merchant then with laughter mov'd,
Said he for wit had never sought,
M y harlot's venture is approved,
But of my wife's I never thought.
She bid me use my utmost skill
T o buy a penny-worth of wit,
B u t I have kept the penny still
A n d ne'er so much as thought of it.
A n aged father sitting by,
W h o s e venerable locks were grey,
Straight made the merchant this reply,
Hear me a word or two I pray.
�Thy harlot in prosperity,
She will embrace thee for thy g o l d ;
But if in want and misery
You'll nought but frowns from her behold.
And ready ,to betray thy life,
W h e n wretched, naked, poor, and low,
But thy true hearted faithful wife
Will stand by thee in well or woe.
If thou will prove the truth of this,
Strip off thy gaudy rich array,
And so return to thy lewd miss,
Declare that thou wast cast away.
Thy riches buried in the main,
Besides as you passed through a wood,
One of your servants you had slain
For which your life in danger stood ; Beseech her for to shelter thee,
Declare to her you so depend,
And then, alas, full soon you'll see
How far she'll prove a faithful friend.
Then if she frowns go to thy wife,
Tell her this melancholy t h i n g ;
W h o labours most to save thy life,
Let her be most in thy esteem.
Further the merchant then reply'd,
Y o u must this single penny take,
And when I have passed the ocean wide,
A proof of this I mean to make.
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P A R T III.
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With full sail to sea they went,
Neptune the golden cargo bore,
Thro' roaring waves, to their content
A t length they reached the British, shor
he merchant put on poor array,
The very worst of ragged clothes,
And then without the least delay
He to his wanton harlot goes.
He cried no man was ere so crossed
As I have been, sweet heart delight,
My ship and all I had is lost,
Without thy aid I'm ruined quite.
My loss is great, yet that's not all,
One of my servants I have slain,
As we did both at variance fall,
Some shelter let me here obtain.
1 dare not now go near my wife
Whom I have wronged for many years^
Into thy hands I'll put my life,
Take pity on my melting tears
Y e bloody villian, she replied,
Do'nt in the least on me depend,
Begone, or as I live, she cried,
I for an officer will send.
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Then to his loving wife he came,
Both poor and naked, in distress,
He told her all the very same,
Y e t she received him ne'ertbeless.
My dear, she cried, since it is so,
Take comfort in thy loving wife;
All that I have shall freely go
To gain a pardon for thy life.
I'll lodge thee in a place secure,
Where 1 will daily nourish thee.
Unto his virtuous wife, he said,
My jewel set thy heart at rest.
Behold I have no servant slain,
N o r have T suffered any loss;
Enough I have us to maintain,
The ocean seas no more I'll cross.
M y loaded ship lies near the shore,
With gold and jewels richly fraught,
So much I never had before,
The penny-worth of wit I've bought.
Once more he to his harlot goes
With fourteen sailors brave and bold.
All clothed in new and Costly clothes
Of silk and embroider'd gold.
The miss when she his
Did offer him a kind
But he With wrath and
Did straight upbraid
pomp beheld,
embrace,
anger filled,
her to her face.
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But she with smiles there words expressed,
I have a faithful love for thee,
What e'er I said was but a jest,
W h y didst thou go so soon from me ?
T w a s full time to go from thee,
Y o u have another love in store,
Whom you have furnished with my gold,
And jewels which I brought on shore.
l i s false, she cried, I have them all;
With that the merchant straight replied
L a y them before me and I shall,
Be soon convinced and satisfied.
Then up she ran and brought thein down,
His jewels, gold, and rubbies. bright;
He seized them all, and with a frown,
He bad the wanton jilt good night.
When he had seized the golden purse
And swept up every precious stone,
She cried, what! will you rob me thus ?
Y e s that I will, of what's my own.
Y o u wanted to betray my life
But thanks to God. there's no such fear;
These jewels shall adorn my wife*
Henceforth your house I'll not come near.
Home he returned to his sweet wife,
A n d told her all that he had done;
E'er since they live a happy life,
And he'll to harlots no more run.
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IN THREE PARTS.
P A R T I . — S h o w i n g how a M e r c h a n t was deluded from
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P A R T I I . — H o w he sailed into a far Country.
P A R T III,—^How he returned to the British shore.
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T H E PENNY W O R T H OF WIT'S GARLAND.
P A R T I.
Here is a penny worth of wit,
F o r those that ever went astray,
If warning they will take by me
'Twill do them good some other day.
It is a touch stone of true love,
Betwixt a harlot and a w i f e ;
The former doth destructive prove,
The latter yields the joys of life.
A s in this book you may behold,
Set forth by William Lane,
A wealthy merchant, brave and bold,
W h o did a harlot long maintain.
A l t h o u g h a virtuous wife he had,
Likewise a youthful daughter dear,
W h i c h might have made his heart full glad,
Y e t he seldom would them come near.
The finest silks that could be bought,
N a y , jewels, rubbies, diamonds, rings,
H e to his wanton harlot bought,
W i t h many other costly things.
She'd still receive them with a smile
W h e n he came from the roaring seas.
A n d said, with words as smooth as oil,
M y dearest come and take thy ease;
T o my soft bed of linen fine,
Thou art right welcome love, said she,
B o t h I and all that e'er was mine
Shal 1 stil* at thy devotion be.
Then to his loving wife he came,
Both poor and naked, in distress,
H e told her all the very same,
Y e t she received him ne'ertheless.
M y dear, she cried, since it is so,
Take comfort in thy loving wife;
A l l that I have shall freely g o
T o gain a pardon for thy life.
I'll lodge thee in a place secure,
W h e r e I will daily nourish thee.
U n t o his virtuous wife, he said,
M y jewel set thy heart at rest.
Behold I have no servant slain,
N o r have I suffered any loss;
E n o u g h I have us to maintain,
The ocean seas no more I'll cross.
M y loaded ship lies near the shore,
With gold and jewels richly fraught,
So much I never had before,
The penny-worth of wit I've bought.
Once more he to his harlot goes
W i t h fourteen sailors brave and bold,
A l l clothed in new and costly clothes
Of silk and embroider'd gold.
The miss when she his
Did offer him a kind
B u t he with wrath and
Did straight upbraid
pomp beheld ,
embrace,
anger filled,
her to her face.
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