54 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ed594a5a6a12149008a4d884cae908a5.pdf 4a986bc223aa367865ea3df576afeedf PDF Text Text A COLLECTION OF N. O CONTAINING XVI f. THE MOON ON THE OCEAN. LOUDON'S BONNY WOODS AND BRAES. THE OLD COMMODORE. MY NATIVE CALEDONIA. LOVELY NAN. KATHLEEN O'MORE. EDINBURGH: PRINTED FOR THR BOOKSELLERS. �The Moon on the Ocean. 'the raooa on the ocean was dimtiiM by a ripple, Affording a chequered light, %he gay jolly tars pass'd 'the word for the tipple*, And toast, for 'twas Saturday night; Some sweetheart or wife, , He lov'd a^ his life, JEach drank and wished he could hail her. But the standing toast, '' * That pleasYi live "most, W a s the wind that blows, The ship that goes, And the iass that loves a sailor, Scnre d m t k the king, Botoe his brave s'hip^ some the constitution';' . may the French, and all such rips, Yield to English resolution ; That fate might bless Some Poll or Ikss, A fed that they soon might hail her. But the standing, he. Softvfc drank the prince,., and some our land*: This glorious land of freedom ; Some that our tars may never want Heroes brave to lead 'them-; Th&t she whoVin Distress may find Buck friends who ne'er will fail her! Hut the standing, &€, >] > . ;f < 4 . jl It| f . '.:» 1 �3'. Eoudons bonny Woods' and Bract* I^oudonV bohnip woods and braes, I maun leave tb^in a', la«sie ; W h a qan thole whan BritekiVfaes-. Wad gie Britons law, lassie ? W h a wad: shun, the mtld o r danger^ . W h a frae fame wad live a, stranger ?• New, when, Freedom bids avm«;e her^ Wha wad shun her ca', lassie ? Isoudens bonaie woods 'and h.rap^. Hae seen our happy bridal day ^ And gentle hope shall so )the thy When I am far awar, !piie.' Hack ! the swelling Bugle Yielding joy to thee, laddie ; But the dolefu* bugle brings Wgefu* thoughts to me, laddie. Lanely I may climb the tfiouritain^ Lanely stray beside the .£01111 tain. Still the wearie moments counting Far frae love and thee, laddie* O'er the gory fields of wa?, Where Vengeance, drives" her m^ T h o a l t may he fa\ frae me afar, And iiane to. clp.se thy eV, laddie. Q resume thy wonted ile ! O suppress tjiy ft-arsr la sie ! . GJorioip honour crown? tfie toil That the soldier shares, lassie;. �Heaven wilt shield thy faithfu5 loveiy Till the vengeful strife be over, Then we'll meet, nae mair to sever, 'Till the day we die, lassie. 'Midst our bonnie woods and braes, W e l l spend our peaceful happy days, As Wythe's yon lightsome Iamb that plays On Loudon's ilovvery lea* lassie. The Old Commodore. Od'sblood ! what a time for a seaman to skulk Under gingerbread hatches ashore; What a damn'd bad job that this batter'd old hulk Can't be rigged out for sea once more; But the puppies, as they pass, Cocking up a quizing glass, Thus run down the old commodore: That's the old commodore— The rum old commodore-— The gouty old commodore—he ! W h y the bullets1 and the gout Have so knocked his hull about, That he'll never more be fit for sea; t . 'v* il'iK^ V ifl Here am I in distress, like a ship water-logg'd r Not a tow-rope at hand, nor an oar; I am left by my crew, and may I be flogg'd. But the doctor's a son of a w . While Vm swallowing his slops, H o w nimble are his chpps,.. �4 Thus queering ihe old commodore: A bad case, commodore ! — Can't say, commodore ! MusVt flatter, commodore, says lie, For the bullets and the gout Have so knock a your hull about, That you'll never more be fit for &ea. W h a t ! no more to be afloat ! blood and fury I they lie, I'm a seaman, only threescore ; And if, as they tell me, I'm likely to.die, Gadzooks I let me not die ashore. A s to death, 'tis ail a joke, Sailors live in fire and smoke. So, at least, says an old commodore: The rum old commodore— T h e tough old commodore, The fighting o!d commodore—he ! Whom the devi!y nor the gout, Nor the French dogs to boot. Shall kill till they grapple him at sea. My Native Caledonia. Sair, sair was my heart, when I parted fVae my J ean, And sair, sair I sigli'd, while the tears stood m my een; For my daddie is but poor, and my fortune is-sae* sma', Jt gars me leave my native Caledonia* �^•hen I think oji days gane, and -sae h a p p y I, hae^ > been, When wandering m nit dearie, where the primrose blaws unseen, I'm wae to leave my lassiq, an'my (Inddie's cot ava, Or to leave the healthfit bree&e of Caledonia. Rut wherever J wander, still happy b^,my Jean, Nae care disturb her bosom, where peace has ever been ; Then tho v ills on ills bpfa' me, for her 111 bear tjheip a\ T h o ' aft I'll heave a; sigh, for Caledonia. But should riches e'er be mine, and my J^anie still l)e true, Then blaw, ye favring breezes, till my native lotn$ I view; Then 1/11 kneel on Scotia's shore, while the hearty felt tear shall fa'* And never leave my Jean nor Caledonia. Eovely Nun, ' Sweet's the ship that, under sail, Spreads her, white .bosom to the gale, Svveet, oh ! sweet's the flowing can ; Sweet to poise the labouring oar, ' . That tugs us to our native shore, hen the bo^Lsvraui pipes the b^rge t.© mao,;:. �V ,' >7 '" Svvert mailing with a farming breeze"; But oh ! much sweeter than all thes>e> Is Jack's delight^ his lovely Nan. The needle fakhful to the north, T o shew of constancy the worth, A curious lessot) teaches man ; The needle time may rest, a squall Capsize the hinacle and ail, Let seamanship do all it can : My love in worth shall higher rise, Nor time shall rust, nor scjuais c a p s i ^ My faith and truth to lovely Nan. When iii the bilboes I was pennM, For serving of a worthless Mend, And every creature from me ran ; N o bhip performing quarantine, W a s ever so deserted seen, None hailed me, woman, child, nor mm*; But though false friendship s sails were Though cut adrift by all the world, I'd. all tirn world in lovely Nan-. , 1 love my duty, love my, fi;kr?fJ, Love truth and merit to defend. T o moan their loss, who hazard ran ; I love to take an honest part, Love beauty and a spotless heart; By manners love to shew the man ; T o sail through fife by honour's breeze-^ ' T was all •along of loving these thirst made me doat on ioveij Nan. �8 Kaihhen (TMore. M y love, still I think thSt I Fee her once more, Jiwt alas ! she has left rne, her loss to deplore, My own little Kathleen, my poor lost Kathleen, my Kathleen, O. Her hair glossy black, her eyes were dark blue, Her colour still changing, her smiles ever new, So pretty was Kath'een, my sweet little Kathleen, mv Kathleen, 0 . Sire milled the dun cow, that ne'er offerd to stir, Th<>' wicked it was, it was gentle to her, So kind was my Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, my Kathleen Q. f '.li-e sat at the door one cold afternoon, T o hear the wind blow, and to look at the moon, So pensive was Kathleen, my .poor little Kathleen, my Kathleen O . Gold was the night breeze that sigh'd round her bowV, It chiird my poor Kathleen, she dropp'd from that hour, And I lost my poor Kathleen, my own little Kathleen, my Kathleen G. Th*e birds of all birds that X love the best, ; Is the Ptobin that in the churchyard builds his nest, For he seems to watch Kathleen, hops lightly on Kathleen, my Kathleen 0» � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a0b9d2206737cb3d40f429b1e32c4ce4.jpg eb1156617787c23eec005699d798f45b Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. 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Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Alcohol Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1815-1825?] # of Woodcuts: 1 Activity: drinking Architecture: pillar(s) 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): sailor uniform Food & Drink Gender: man/men Object: crate/barrel(s) Object: cup(s) Occupation : sailor Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/089112e54579f350233e5498a9e65f24.pdf e12fc4ee7ebe7f1f4776934bc0799ec0 PDF Text Text The Anchor's weigh'd. Here's a health to all good Lasses. 'Twas merry in the Hall. Cherry Ripe. Pray Goody, please to moderate. And has she then fail'd. The young May moon. Flv not vet. ' B> KILMARNOCK: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 4 �POPULAR SONGS. THE ANCHOR'S WEIGHS THE tear fell gently from her eye. When last we parted on rhe shore: M y bosom heav'd with many a sigh, T o think I ne'er might see her more* Bear youth, she cried, and canst thou haste ,aw a y ; M y heart will break—a little moment stay. Ah&\ I cannot—I cannot part from thee* The anchor's weighM—farewell! farewell! remember me I Weep not, my love, I trembling said ; Doubt not a constant heart like mijie. X pe er can meet another maid Whosp charms can tlx my heart like thine* G o , then, she cried, but let thy constant miri4 Oft think of her thou leiv'st in tears behind, A maid—this last embrace my pledge shall be. The anchor's weigh'd—farewellI farewell! rt» member me i �HERE'S A HEALTH TO ALL LASSES. GOOD H E R E ' S a health to all good lasses, Pledge it merrily, fill your glasses, Let a bumper toast go round! May they live a life of pleasure, Without mixture, without measure, For with them true joys are found, T W A S M E R R Y IN T H E HALL, Now ancient English melodies Are banish*ti out of doors, And nothing's heard in modern dayt$f But Sigftoras and Signorg. Such airs I hate Like a pig in a gate, Give me the good old strain* When 'twas merry in the hall, The beards wagg'd all, We shall ne?efr see the liVe ?gi\n$ W e -shall ne'er see - the like again. On beds of down our dandies lay, And waste the cheerful morn, �4 While cur squires o f old would rouse the day •(I T o the sound of the bugle horn. And rheir wives took care The feast to prepare ; For when they left the plain, O h ! 'twas merry in the hall, The beards wagg'd all, W e shall ne'er see the like again, W e shall ne'er see the like again. T w a s then the Christmas tale was told Of goblin, ghost, or fairy, And they cheer'd the hearts of the tenants old With a cup of good canary. And they each took a smack < * At the cold blackjack, Till the fire burn'd in their brain; O h ! 'twas merry in the hall, The beards wagg'd all, May we all see the like again ! * May we all see the like again ! CHERRY RIPE. Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, ripe, X c r y ; Full and fair ones come and buy. Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, ripe, I c r y ; Full and fair ones come and buy. If so be you ask me where They do grew, I answer there* �5 Where the sunbeams sweetly smile. There's the land or cherry isle. Cherry ripe, &c. Where the sunbeams sweetly smile, There's the land or cherry isle. There plantations fully shew All the year wh*re clierries grow. Cherry ripe, ripe, cherry ripe., I cry % Full aiad fair ones come and buy, Fall and fair ones come and buy. PRAY GOODY. PRAY, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue* Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes? Remember when the judgment's weak the pre« judice is strong, A stranger why will you despise ? Ply me, Try me, Prove ere you deny me, If you cast me Off, you blast me Never more to rise. Pray Goody, &e. �§ H 45 SHE T H E N FAILED TRUTH-? IN HER A k b has she then fail f d in her truth, T h e beautiful maicl I dchre ? Shall I never again hear her voice, I or N U r lov'd form any more ? N o , no, no, I shall never c©^? her more, N o , ncfe no, I shall never see her more, N o , no, no, I shall never, never see her more. A h I Selima, cruel you prove? Y e t sure my hard lot you'll bewail, I could not presume you would love, Yet pity I hop'd would prevail. Yet pity, pity, pity, I hop*dj> I hop'd, would prevail. And since hatred alone I inspire* Life henceforth is not worth my care} Death-now is my only desire, I give myself up to despair. And has. she, & c . THE Y O U N G M A Y MOON. THE young May moon is beaming, love, The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love, H o w sweet to rove, Thro' Morna's grove, While the drowsy world is dreaming love. �7 Then awake, the heavens look bright, my dear* 'Trs never too late for delight* my deai>! And the best of all ways. T o lengthen our d a p , Is to steal a lew hours from the night, my dear, Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the sage, his star-watch keeping* love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from that casement peeping, love* Then awake till rise of sun, mv dear. The sage's glass we'll shun, my dear, Or in watching the flight O f bodies light, He might happen to take thee for one, my dean FLY N O T Y E T . TUNE—* Planxty Kelly! Fur not yet, 'tis just the hour, When pleasure, like the midnight flow'* That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon. *Twas but to bless these ho<urs of shade That beauty and the moon were rnvde; * Fis then the soft attractions, glowing. Set the tides and goblets Rowing. �8 Oh stay ! Oh stay ! Joy to seldom weaves a chain l i k e this tonight, that oh ! 'tis pain T o break its links so soon. Fly not yet, the fount that play'd In times of old, thro* Amnion's shade, Tho' icy cold by day it ran, Yet still, like souls of mirth, began T o burn when night was near; And thus should woman's heart and looks* A t noon be cold as winter brooks, Nor kindle till the night returning, Brings their genial hour for burningOh stay ! Oh stay \ When did morning ever break, And End such beaming eyes awake As those that sparkle here i FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d0a7f5f975a9984f1bc7a33a984c32b9.jpg e87001f01f0017ddcb5ec40ca16e3edb Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 4188 Width 2430 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title-page of a tall ship at sea. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 090: Title-page illustration of a tall ship at sea. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Eight Songs. The Anchor's weigh'd. Here's a health to all good Lasses, 'Twas merry in the Hall. Cherry Ripe. Pray Goody, please to moderate. And has she then Fail'd. The young May moon. Fly not yet. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Anchor's weigh'd. Here's a health to all good Lasses, 'Twas merry in the Hall. Cherry Ripe. Pray Goody, please to moderate. And has she then Fail'd. The young May moon. Fly not yet. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #34 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Description An account of the resource Woodcut #90: Illustration on title-page of a tall ship at sea. Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/98bd8f556c99bbc509ee25019600dc95.pdf f0c0839b20ada875dccce8b629b80bdd PDF Text Text A COLLECTION OF SONGS, No» CONTAININGJACK AT GREENWICH. T H E KEBBUCKSTON WEDDING. T O M BOWLING* ALL'S WELL. T H E S M I L E A N D T H E TEAR* PRlJfTEJ? FOB THE XVlfl. �J a c/i. j t / Gtccrix^tch. W f T a r s are alj fnr fun m d glee, ' "A "fcornpipe was Wy notion ;' T i m e was I'd dance with any he, T h a t sails i h e i ^ t - ^ a o c e a n : Yd tip the roll, \hc mde, the reel, Back* h > n \ a ? i n the middle ; And rofl[-st the pig.. and- toe and heel, All going with the fiddle : B u t one day toM -a Vhot'to n u n , T o chace the advancing ; A splinter queer\l my larboard gam, A n d , dannVie, Vp-•)} 11 my dancing. W e l l , I ' m , .say* JL.no churlish elf, W e messmates/he brothers ; T h o u g h I can't have noJjuu myselfy I may make fun tor others : A fiddle soon I made my own, T h a t girls and tars might caper L e a r n t R u l e Britannia, Bobbing J o a n , A n d giow\l a decent scraper: B u t j u s t as I ' d the knack on*t got, A n d did it pretty m i d d l i n g ; I lost my elbow by a shot, A n d , darn'me, spoilt my fiddling. So sometimes, as I I got a knack of A s I should be an A n d then I lilrn'd my quid, thinking; Invalid, to-drinking :H �& ©ne d&y ..o&HVi dow.nr w,V'-guii lo man* T o lip it witli the p r u v ; . ; • • I gave three chefet\£v awl tank the daiij T o drink, the British: •N'-u-y.;: Before a single drop Fd si pi, v Or got it to mv muzzle ; A langrkioe off""my..daddie whipt, A n d , dam'me, spilt the guzzle. So then I took to taking snuff, 'Cause how my sorrows doubled ; And pretty pastime 'twas enou^fe, D ' y e see when I was trbuWecf:" B u t fortune, that mischievcniii elf, Still at some fun or o t h e r ; N o t that I minds it for my%\t\ But just fdr Poll and AUhher ; One day, while l a y i n g oif a u taek t T o keep two spanking f t^ off, A broadside comes, capsizes J a c k , A n d , dum'me, knocks in v nosb off. So in misfortuTie's school grown tough, In tbis same sort of knowledge ; T h i n k i n g , mayhap, T d not enough, T h e y sent me hejre to college: And hete we tell old tales and smoke* And laugh, while we are d r i n k i n g ; Sailors you know will haya'vlu:ir joke, though the ship weie Unking: �4 F o r I , while I get g r o g to drink, M y wife, or friend, or king in j ? Twill be no easy thing, I think, D a m m e , to spoil my singing. The Kehhuck&ton Wedding, Auld W a t t y of Kebbuckston brae, W i t h lear and reading of books auld farrcii, W h a t think ye ! the body came owre the day, A n d tauld us he*s gaun to be married to M i r r e n , W e £ got a bidding, T o g a n g to the wedding, Baith J o h n n i e and Sandy, and Nelly and N a n n y ; A n d T a r n o* the Knowes, H e swears and he T O W S , A t the dancing he'll f&ce to the bride his grannie, A* the lads hae trystet their joes, Slee Willie came and ea\i 011 Nelly, A l t h o u g h she was heeht to Geordie Bowse, She's gien him the g u n k , and &hVs gaun wi Willie. W e e collier Johnni@ H a s yocket his p a n e y , A n d ' s a f F t o t h e town for a lading af n a p p y , W T fouth of good meat T o serve us to eat, Sae with f i d d l i n g and feasting we'll a* be fa' happy« �W e e P a t l l r y die's- to say the grace, T h e body's aye ready at dredgies and weddings, A n d flunkey M ' F e e of Sciverton place, I s chosen to scuttle the pies and the puddings. F o r there'll be plenty Of ilka thing dainty, Baith Iang kail and haggis, and every thing fitting, W i t h luggies of beer, O u r wizzens to clear, Sae the de'il fill his ky te wh$ gaes clung frae t h e taeetin. L o w r i e has eaft Gibbie Cameron's g u n , T h a t his auld gtitcher bore when he followed Prince C h a r l i e ; T h e barrel was rusted as black as the g r u n , B u t he's ta'en't to the smiddy a n d ' i fettl'd it rarely. W i t h wallets of pout her, H i s musket he'll shouther, And ride at our head, to the bride's a1 parading. A t ilka farm town He'll fire t h e m three rouiiY Till the hale k i n t r y ring with the Ivehbuefcstau wedding. J a m i e and J o h n n i e maun ride the brouse, For few like them can sit in the saddle ; And Willie Cobreath, the b#st of bows, Is trysted to j i g in the.; ban* with his fiddle* �6 W'ltii wkibkhig anci linking,. ; And-reeling a n d wheeling, T h e young ^ a' hkp. t® loop out u\ tfie , And Neijie M ' N a i r n , T h o ' sair forfairu,. H e vows that he'll wallop tvva sets wi' fh;e howdie* Sauney M ' N a b / w i t k iu^ t a j t a p . trews, • l i a s hecht to come down in the midst of the A n d gie us three wallops of merry ahantrevys, W i t h the t r u e highland fliog of M a e r i m m o n D O the Piper. Si? hipping' and skipping,, A M springing and fiingirig, F s e wad that there's uane in the L a w l a n d s can . Wodf it ! F a i t h | Willie niafm fiddle, A n d j i r g u m and diddle, A nd screed till tiie.swect fV in beads frae his haffet. T h e f t ' g i e me y o u r hand, my trusty good frien% * And gie me your word, my worthy au'lt! k u n m e r , Y e l l baitji come? ,owre oa Friday hedec n, , A n d join us in ra'ntiri' and tooming the limmer* W i t h fouth of good liquor, We'll had at the bicker, A nd long may the mailing of Ifebbuckston flourish* F o r W a t t y ' s sae free, * Between you and use, I \ e warrant keY bidden the half of the parish- ; �r -i Tom ' Uoiclin^ H e r e , a siw-er huik, lies .poor T o m Bowling, T h e dar! inf of our. N o more he'll hear the tempest jmwling^ j^or d e k h has broached him to : I I i s form was of the manliest beauty. H i s heart'w^i^ MiiUf'^asid^ Fa i t h f u! be I o >v fe d id 1 m d u But now-he's•gpttealoft. T o m rveverfrom His word departed, H i s virtues were so rare, H i s frbruU .were many, and iruediearted^ • H b -Pi)!! w a s d u n d a n d . fair : A n d then he'd sing'so blithe and jolly, A In tunny's tbf time and oft ! Kill mM'tIi is turh-d to melancholy, F o r T o m is g o n e ' a j ^ f t Y e t shall poor T o m find pleasant' weather* W h e n i/e, who all c o m r n a i $ s , Shall g i v e / t o call life's crevy together. T h e word .to. pips -all h a n d s : ; « T h u s death, who kings and tarsdispatches* I n vain Torres life has drvft-'d, F o r though his body\s uiid^r hatches, I l i s soul is gone aloft. ii J sell biiia ri ^///'s well. Deserted hy the waning moon, W h e n ski:s proclaim night^ ehecrless noon, �CM tower, or fort, or tented ground, T h e sentry walks his lonely f o u n d ; A n d should a footstep haply stray W h e r e caution marks the guarded way™* W h o goes there ? stranger, quickly t e l l ; A friend T t h e word ? good night I all's well I O r sailing on the midnight deep, W h i l e weary messmates soundly sleep, 'The careful watch patroles the deck, T o guard the ship from foes or wreck : A n d while his thoughts oft homeward veer, S o m e well known voice salutes his ear—* W h a t cheer ? ho, brother, quickly t e l l ; Above I below ! good night I all's well 1 The Entile and the Tear. S a i d a smile to a tear, on the cheek of m y de&r^ W h i c h beamed like the sun in spring weather* I n sooth, lovely tear, it strange doth appear, T h a t we should be both here together. I come from the heart, a soft balm to impart T o yonder sad d a u g h t e r of g r i e f ; A n d I , said the smile, that heart to beguile, Since you gave the poor m o u r n e r relief. O h then, said the tear, s # e e t smile, it is clear W e are twins, and soft pity's our m o t h e r ; A n d how lovely that face,Which together we gracfyl F o r the woe and the bliss of another. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0f8cfe36aab9fe90fe8d0ee5f12ae2f8.jpg f96ce95c08671045d98072a32565e0f8 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 4044 Width 2466 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Collection of Songs, &amp;c. No. XVIII Containing Jack at Greenwich. The Kebbuckston Wedding Tom Bowling. All's Well. The Smile and the Tear. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Jack at Greenwich. The Kebbuckston Wedding Tom Bowling. All's Well. The Smile and the Tear. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #35 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Description An account of the resource No. XVIII printed near the top of the title-page Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1815-1825?] https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6d3f5de3be1d657479d62c1e30389387.pdf 49fd1acb15b423f3d5a0a62568c0b933 PDF Text Text FASHIONABLE SONGS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 The Death of Nelson. 'Tis the last Rose of Summer. The bonnie wee Rosebud. Blue Bonnets over the Border. Loch-na-Garr. The Lass o' Gowrie. Jenny, the Maid of the Moor. Cease your Funning. T H E D E A T H OF NELSON. f TwA5 in Trafalgar's bay, W e saw the f r e n c h m e n lay. Each heart was bounding t h e n ; W e scorn'ti the foreign yoke O u r ships were British oak, H e s r t s of oak our m e n . O u r Nelson mark'd them on the wave, T h r e e cheers our call ant seamen g w e , Nor thought of home or beauty j Along the Jine this signal ran— England expects that every man This day will do his duty. �2 A n d now the cannons roar Along the affrighted shore. O u r Nelson led the way* H i s ship the V i c t ' r y nam'd ; L o p g be that Victory fam'd I f o r victory crowri'd the day ! B a t dearly was that conquest bought, T o o well the gallant hero f o u g h t For England* home, and beauty ; H e criedj as 'midst the fire he r a n — E n g l a n d expects that every m m T h i s day will do his duty. A t last the fatal wound, W h i c h spread dismay around* T h e hero's breast received; H e a v ' n fights on o u r side. T h e day 9 s our o w n , he cried ; N o w long enough I've Hv'd ? I n honour's cause my life was past. I n honour's cause I fail at last F o r England,, home, - and beauty ! T h u s ending life as he began^ England confessed that ev'ry man T h a t day had done his duty. T I 3 THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. T i s the last rose of summer left blooming alone; All her lovely companions are faded and g o n e ; �s -No flower of her k i n d r e d — n o rosebud is nigh To reflect back her blushes* or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one* to pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping* go^ sleep thou with t he on T h u s kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed, W h e r e thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow w hen friendships decay* And f r o m love's shining circle the gems drop away. W h e n true hearts lie withered, and fond ones are flown, ' O h ! who would inhabit this bleak world alone ? THE BONNIE WEE ROSEBUD. A bonnie wee rosebud grows d o w n by yon burnie, A bonnie wee rosebud as e'er you did see ; W"i5 saf't silken leaves, underneath a green ihornie : O spare the wee rosebud ! O spare it for me t T h e redbreast sings- wanton around this sweet posie, F o n d , fond to make love doth the wee birdie flee, Sure nane'd be sae cruel as steal frae my breastie, - This bonnie wee r o s e b u d — Q - s p a r e it for m e ! �H o w fain would I change for the wee birdie's station ! H o w blythe wad I peep 'neath the green thorny tree ! Enraptured to muse, and transported to gaze on This faonrne w e e rosebud—O spare it for me S O hasten the moment, blest moment of pleasure, W h e n Joek'd to ray breast the wee rosebud will be, United for ever* my soul's dearest treasure— D o spare the wee rosebud, spare, spare it for me! BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER. MARCH, march, Ettrick and T e v l o t d a l e : W h y , my lads, dinna ye march forward in order ? M a r c h , march, Eskdale and L i d d e s d d e ; All the blue bonnets are over the border. M a n y a banner spread flutters abov'e your head, Many a crest that is famous in story; Mount and make ready then, sons of the mountain gleiij for your Queen, and the old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing; Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; �5 Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing r Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, war-steeds are bound* ing; — Stand to your arms and march in good order: England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray, W h e n the blue bonnets came over the border. LOCH-NA-GARR. AWAY, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses, In you let the minions of luxury r o v e ; Restore me the rocks w h e r e the snow-flake reposes, If still they are sacred to ireedom and love. Y e s , Caledonia, dear are thy m o u n t a i n s , R o u n d their white summits tho ? elements war, The* cataracts foam 'stead of smooth Sowing fountains, I sigh for the valley of daik Loch«na-garr. A h 1 there my voung footsteps in infancy w a n der'd; My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid; O n chieftains departed my memory ponder'd, As daily I strayM through the pine covered glade, I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star j �6 For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story* Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch-na^garr. Shades of the dead ! have I not heaid your voices R i s e on the night-rolling breath of the gale ! S u r e l y the soul of the hero rejoices, A n d rides on the w i n d , o'er his o w n Highland dale. R o u n d Loch-na-garr, while the stormy mist gathers, W i n t e r presides in his cold icy c a r ; Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers. T h e y dwell *mid the tempests of dark L o c h - n a garr. T H E LASS Q' GOWRIE* ' T w a s on a simmer's afternoon, A wee before the sua gaecl down, M y lassie wi* a braw n e w gown, Came o'er the hill to G o w r i e . T h e rosebud, tinged wi* morning showers, Bloom'd fresh within the sunny bower?, B u t Kitty was the fairest flower T h a t ever bloom* d in G o w r i e . I had nae t h o u g h t to do her wrang, But round her waist my arms I flang, A n d said, 6 M y lassie, will ye gang T o view the Carse o* G o w r i e ? �7 FM take ye to m y father's h a ' , I n yon green field beside the shaw, A n d make you lady o' them a', T h e bra west wife in C o w r i e / Saft kisses on her lips I laid, T h e blush upon her cheek soon s p r e a d ; She whisper'd modestly, and said, « Fll gang wi* you to C o w r i e . " T h e auld folk soon gied their consent, A n d to Mess J o h n we quickly w e n t , W h a tied us to our heart's content, A n d now she's-Lady C o w r i e . . SWEIT JENNY, THE MAID MOOR. OF THE THE lasses of Scotland a r e bonnie and free -.; T h e maidens of Erin are f a i r ; "Die sweet girls of Britain are lovely to see— And let them deny it who dare ; But the fairest of lasses that all those surpasses, Is Jenny, the maid of the moor. S w e e t Jenny, dear Jenny, Sweet Jenny, t h e maid of the moor. T h e lasses of Scotland are tender and t r u e ; The maidens of Erin are k i n d ; T h e sweet girls of Britain can monarchs subdue! A n d lovely in person and mind': �s Yet the. fairest of lasses, that all those surpasses, i s Jenny, the maid of the moor. Sweet Jenny, dear Jenny, Sweet Jenny, the maid of the moor. T h e lasses of Scotland are fam'd far and near; T h e maidens of Erin breathe love; T h e sweet girls of Britain to Britons are dear, And soft as the down on the dove ; Still the fairest of lasses, that alJ those surpasses, Is Jenny, the maid of the moor. Sweet Jenny, dear Jenny, Sweet Jenny, the maid of the moor. CEASE Y O U R FUNNING. Cease your funning, force or cunning Never shall my heart trepan; AH these sallies are but malice, T o seduce my constant man. *Tis most certain, by their flirting, W o m e n oft have envy shown ; Pieas'd to ruin other's wooing, Never happy in their o w n , KILMARNOCK; Printed jor the Booksellers. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/63d3c95711b9c804c59fc2c68772aac6.jpg b6c52a45ee1eaa31b81a59d15b01e75f Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 4176 Width 2520 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Fashionable Songs. The Death of Nelson. "Tis the Last Rose of Summer. The bonnie wee Rosebud. Blue Bonnets over the Border. Loch-na-Garr. The Lass o 'Gowrie. Jenn, the Maid of the Moor. Cease you Funning. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Death of Nelson. "Tis the Last Rose of Summer. The bonnie wee Rosebud. Blue Bonnets over the Border. Loch-na-Garr. The Lass o 'Gowrie. Jenn, the Maid of the Moor. Cease you Funning. 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Chapbook #36 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1811-1820 Chapbook Date: 1821-1830 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/74567338f1b201be0045831e1b54a3ae.pdf 4b1cd57bd689b8618a1ba5d04b8d679a PDF Text Text A COLLECTION OF SONGS Nq. 1 Containing CAPTAIN MULLIGAN, THE BOLD DRAGOON* WILL WATCH. | SAY, M Y H E A R T , W H Y W I L D L Y BEATJNCk HOME, SWEET H O M E ! �Captain Mulligan. Love's a plague by night-and by day, W h e n that post you run your skull again, Love it was or Kitty (TShea, That bothered the heart of the brave Oplain? Mulligan. Brisk and merrily, light and gay, Stout and steadily, smart and readily, Soft and funnily, blythe and bonnily, Quite an Adonis was Captain Mulligan ; H e was willing, she was killing, Soft she cried to brave O'MuLbgan : (>, you kweL! ? Cruel, jewel, willing, killing, Captain Mulligam Shoulders rising over his ears, Face just like the moon in full again, Legs in shape like a tailor's shears. Y o u ne'er saw the fellow of Captain Mulligan. Limping, twaddling,' Miss O Shea ; Glances pitching Kim; quite bewitching him, Ogling"bonnity, squinting fortuity; She. was a Venus to Captain Mulligan, " O, sweet Kitty, youYe so prettyT' Soft he cried the brave O ' Mulligan : " O, sweet Kitty ! Pretty, witty, Kitty, pity Captain" MuUrgan.^ Married, how they alter'd their tune Love once fierce, faith ! soon grew cold again, W h e n they pass'd the sweet honey-moon She blacken'd the eye of brave Captain Mulligan. �s W h i s k y tippling, night and day. Scolding, fighting him, Lorns affrighting hhi% " Och ! be aisy now, troth, you're crazy now, T h e devil go with you, then, Mrs Mulligan," Faith, I knew it, I should rue, i t Sad he cried, poor Captain Mulligan, S4 Y o u ' r e my gruel ! Cruel, jewel, killings milling, Mistress Mulligan. n The Bold f Dragoon. There w&s an aiicjent fair, oh she loved a mate youn^ hlan, A n d she could not throw sly looks at him, by only thro' her fan,, W i t h her wink's arid blinks, tins waddling minx, Her quizzing glass, her leer and sidle, Oh, she lov'd a'bold Dragoon, with his long sword, saddle, bridle. W h a c k ! row de dow dpw. She had a rolling eye, its fellow it had none, W o u l d you know the reason why, it was, because she had but one ; W i t h her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, She could not keep her. one eye idle ! 0 , she leer'd at this Dragoon, with his long sword, &c. S Now -he was tall and slim, she scjuab and short was grown, He lookM just like a mile in length, &nd she .a.milestone,! �W i t h he? winks and blinks, this waddling rmn£, H e r quizzing glass* her leer and sidle, 1), she sighed to this Dragoon, Bless your long sword, Soon he led Unto the church the beauteous M r s Flinn, W h o a walnut could hate crafck'd 'tween her lovely nose and chin ; Oh ! then such winks in marriage links* T h e four foot bride from church did sidle, A s the wife of this Drago«n> with his long sword, &c. A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd when he laid her under ground, Soon he threw the onion from his eyes and touched ten thousand pound ! For her winks and blinks her money chinks, H e does not let her cash lie idle I S o long life to this Dragoon, with his long sword, &c. Will Watch *Twas one morn when the wind from the northward blew keenly, W h i l e sullenly roar'd the big waves of the main, A fam'd smuggler, W i l l Watch, kiss'd his Sue, then serenely T o o k heliUj and to sea boldly steered out again. �W i l l had promised his Sue that this trip, if Well ended* Sh oukl coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor ashore ; W h e n his pockets were lin'd, vvliv his life should be mended; The laws he had broken, he'd never break more. His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading ; Then Will stood for home, reached the offing, and cried> This night, it I've luck, furls the sails of my trading; In dock 1 could lay, serve a friend too beside. W i l l lay to till the night came on, darksome and dreary ; T o crowd ev'ry sail then he pip'd up each hand; But a signal soon spier', ('twas a prospect uncheery,) A signal that warn'd him to steer from the land* T h e Philistines are out, cried W i l l , well, take no heed on't, Attack'd, who's the man that will flinch from his gun ? Should my head be blown off, I shall ne'er feel the need on't, W e l l fight while we can—when we can't, boys, we'll rim. �Oh! oh ! cries W i l l W a t c h , the Philistines bear down : Bear a hand, my tight lads; ere we think about sheering, One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or drown* But should I be popp'd off, you, my mates, left behind me, Regard ray last words, see 'em kindly obey'd ; L e t no stone mark the s p o t ; and my friends, do you mind me, Near the beach is the grave where W i l l W a t c h would be laid. P o o r Will's yarn was spun out, for a bullet next v minute Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke I more. His bold crew fought the brig while a shot remained in it ; Then sheer'd and Will's hulk to his Susan they bore.. . i'\\ In the dead of the night his last wish was crnnplied with ; T o few known his grave, and to few known his end : H e wa^ borne to the earth by the crew that he died with ; __ 1 �7 He'd the tears of his Susan, the prayers ©f easfe friend. Near his grave dash the billows, the wine's loudly bellow; Y o n ash, struck with lightning, points out the cold bed W h e r e W i l l W a t c h , the bold smuggler, that fam'd lawless fellow, Once fear'd, now forgot, sleeps in peace witi* the dead ! Say, my heart, mhy wildly healing. Say,, my heart, why wildly beating ; Dost thou such emotion prove : Canst thou, when thy lover meeting, Fear his truth or doubt his love? N o •!''.-fondly no, my bosom sighs, N o ! gently no, my heart replies. Then fond heart be silent,eyer— Be thy wild errtotion o Y r ; F o r with douhl and fearing never Shall thou throb—no, no, no, never itoortv Light of life and life's best blessing, Is the love that meets return : Shall I that rich boon possessing, E'er the matchless blessing spurn ? N o ! fondly no, my bosom sighs, N o ! gently no, ray heart replies. Then be j o y my inmate ever, Since each anxious dread is o ' e r ; For with fear and doubling neve'/ &hail it throb—no, no, oo 3 nei'er fnore* �Hornet sweet Home. 'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam, Be it ever so humble", there's no place like home ; charrrr from the skies seerx-s to hallow us ihere, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. H o m e , home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like h®me ! there's no place like borne. A n exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain ! Oh ! give me my lowly thatcb'd cottage again, T h e birds singing gaily, that came at my call, Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than all. • H o m e , h o m e ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home! there's no place like home ! Had I a Cave* Had I a cave on some wild distant shore, W h e r e the winds howl to the wave's dashing roar, T h e r e would I wt?ep my woea, There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close, Ne'er to wake more Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare A l l thy fond plighted vows—fleeting as air ! T o thy new lover hie, Laugh o'er thy perjury, Then in thy bosom try What peace is t h e m � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a4cd4350b7761307b26b67fbd3854ae3.jpg 863e363f7f627f4cccaa331133ef5510 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. 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Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Collection of Songs, &amp;c. No. XIX Containing Captain Mulligan. The Bold Dragoon. Will Watch. Say, My Heart, Why Wildly Beating. Home, Sweet Home! Had I a Cave. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Captain Mulligan. The Bold Dragoon. Will Watch. Say, My Heart, Why Wildly Beating. Home, Sweet Home! Had I a Cave. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #37 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Courtship and Marriage Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Description An account of the resource No. XIX printed near the top of the title-page. Woodcut # 89: Illustration on title-page in double-line rectangular border of a woman about to punch a man, who is holding a pair of scissors in an indoor scene. Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 0 Activity: dueling/fighting Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1811-1820 Chapbook Date: 1821-1830 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Indoor Scene Tools: scissor(s) Tools: weight(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0b43839753f48ecf4d3c91fe7533799d.pdf 6bc12b5fcfad9c3c399e8f57883ce9b8 PDF Text Text 9 h o v e S o n g s . Donald of Dundee. Rest, Warrior, rest. Ah ! see the pale lily. Flora's Lament. The winter it is past. Away with this pouting. The rosebud of summer. The m a i d of Castile. The parting kiss. KILMARNOCK; PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �L O V E SONGS. D O N A L D OF D U N D E E . Y O U N G Donald is the blythest lad That e'er made love to m e ; Whene'er he's by, my heart is glad, He seems so gay and free; Then on his pipe he plays so sweet. And in his plaid he looks so neat, It cheers my heart at eve to meet Young Donald of Dundee. Whene'er I gang to yonder grove, Young Sandy follows me, And fain he wants to be my love, But, ah ! it canna be. Though mither frets baith ear* and late For me to wed this youth I hate, There's nane need hope to gain young Kat« f But Donald of Dundee, When last we ranged the banks of Tay* The ring he show'd to me, And hade me name the bridal-day, Then happy would he be. I ken the youth will aye prove kind, Nae malr my mither will I mind, Mess John to me shall quickly bind Young Donald of Dundee. �s REST, W A R R I O R , REST. H E comes from the wars, from the red field of fight, He comes through the storm and the darkness of night; For rest and for refuge now fain to implore, The warrior bends low at the cottager's door* Pale, pale is his cheek; there's a gash on his brow; His locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow; A n d the fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye, Like a languishing lamp that just flames to die. Rest, warrior, rest!—Rest, warrior, rest! Sunk in silence and sleep on the cottager's bed, Oblivion shail visit the war*weary head. Perchance he may dream, but the vision shall tell Of bis lady Love's bower, and her latest farewell. Illusion and love chac* the battle's alarms: He shall dream that his mistiess lies lock'd in his arms; He shall feel on his lips the sweet warmth of her kiss. Ah, warrior, wake not! Such slumber is bliss, Rest, w^riior, re*t!—Rest, warrior, rest! A H ! SEE T H E P A L E L I L Y . A H ! see the pale lily some rude hand has cast From the fetem where it rear'd its fair head; It wkhers and shrinks in the bleak northern blast, And dies on its icy-cold bed. Just like this frail lily* the pride of the vale. Fair Ellen charm'd every eyef �4 Till her beauty was blighted by perfidy's gale, While she listened to love's fatal sigh. AH silent and sad, on the marge of the stream, She passes each day's lonely hours. Till night sees the moon from her orb shed its beam, T o silver Lord Donald's proud towers O peace, hapless maiden ! for soon shall the tomb Hash all thy wild sorrows to rest; But never shall sunbeam shed light on the gloom, That darkens thy lover's false breast. FLORA'S LAMENT. F A R over yon hills of the heather so green, And down by the corry that sings to the sea, The bonny young Flora sat sighing her lane, The dew on her plaid, and the tear in her e'e. She look'd at a boat with ti e breezes that swung Away on the wave, like a bird of the main ; And aye as it lessened* she sigh'd arid she sung, " Fare w eel to the lad I shall ne'er see again ! Fareweel to my hero, the gallant and young ! Fare wee 1 to the lad I shall ne'er see again ! « The moorcock that craws on the brow of BenGonial, He kens o* his bed in a sweet mossy hame ; The eagle that soars o'er the cliffs o' Clan-Rofokld, _ Unawed and unhunted, his eiry can claim ; The solan can sleep on his shelve of the shor?; The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea : Bat* oh! there is ane whase hard fate I deplore ; Nor house, ha', nor hame, iii his country has he. �5 The conflict is past, and our name is no more: There's nought left but sorrow for Scotland and me. " The target is torn from the arms of the just, The helmet is cleft on the brOw of the brave, The claymore for ever in darkness must rust. But red is the sword of the stranger and slave; The hoof of the horse, and the foot of the proud, Have trode o'er the plumes on the bonnet of blue. Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud, When tyranny reveil'd in blood of the true ? Fareweel, my young hero, the gallant and good ! The crown of thy fathers is torn from thy brow." T H E W I N T E R I T IS P \ST. T H E f-#iater it is past, And the summer's come at last, And the small birds sin^ on every tree: The hearts of those are glad, But mine is very sad, For my true love is parted from me. The rose upon the brier, By the waiers running clear, May give joy to the linnet and the bee; Their little loves are blest, And their little hearts at rest, But my true love is parted from me. My love is like the .sun, That in the sky does run,. For ever so constant and true; �6 But hers is like the moon, That wande*s up and down, And every month it is new. All you that are in love, And cannot it remove, I pity the pains you endure. For experience makes me know That your hearts are full of woe, A woe that no mortal can cure. A W A Y W I T H THIS POUTING. A W A Y with this pouting and sadness! Sweet gill, will you never give o'er? I love you, by Heaven, to madness, And what can I swear to you more? Believe not the old woman's fable, Thai oaths are as short as a kiss ; I'll love you as long as I'm able, And swear for no longer than this. Then away, &c. If swearing, however, will do it, I'll swear without further delay. If you'll be the book, I'll go through it, And not miss a chirm by the way* I'll swear by those glances so tender, Those tresses that curl Iske the vine, Those eyes that are floating in splendour, And the passion that's pleading in mine* Then away, �7 I'll swear by my honest intention, By the dart that has wounded us both ; I'll swear by those lips—but their mention Is as good by itself as an oath Those lips, whose sweet kiss would occasion A flame in a bosom of stone, Promise more for my passion's duration Than all I can swear with my own. Then away, 5cc. T H E R O S E B U D OF S U M M E R . When the rosebud of summer, its beauties bestow* in g, On winter's rude banks all its sweetness shall pour, And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be glowing, O then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more. When of hope the last spark which thy smile used to cherish In my bosom shall die, and its splendour be o'er,, And the pulse of this heart which adores you shall perish, O then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you n© more* T H E M A I D OF C A S T I L E . O H , remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, When our moments so blissfully flew, When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids, And I blush'd to be called so by you ; When you taught me to warble the gay SegendiUe? And to dance %o the light Castanet, �Oh, never, dear youth, let you roam where .you will. The delight of those moments forget. » They tell me you lovers from Erin's green isle Every hqur a new passion can feel, And that oft in the light of some lovelier srxule You'll forget the poor maid of Castile, But they know not how brave in the battle you are, Or they never could think you would rove ; For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war That's the fondest and truest in love. THE PARTING KISS, J O C K E Y ' S ta'en the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but griefs with me remain* Spare my love, ye winds that blaw, Flashy sleets, and beating rain ! Spare my love* thou feathery snaw, Drifting o'er the fr ozen plain 1 When the shades of evening creep O'er the day's fair gladsome e'e, Sound and safely may he sleep. Sweetly blithe his waukenmg be ! He will think on her he loves, Fondly he'll repeat her name; For where'er he distant roves, Jockey's heart is still at harae. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/26682342d664dac875c16e16cadc797c.jpg 46f4d019d2da4714df1b1017d1a602cf Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 9 Love Songs. Donald of Dundee. Rest, Warrior, rest. Ah! see the pale Lily. The Winter it is past. Away with this pouting. The rosebud of summer. The maid of Castile. The parting kiss. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Donald of Dundee. Rest, Warrior, rest. Ah! see the pale Lily. The Winter it is past. Away with this pouting. The rosebud of summer. The maid of Castile. The parting kiss. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #38 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Dundee, Scotland Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource no date Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Description An account of the resource Woodcut#88: Illustration of a man and a woman in an outside scene; the man is facing the woman and the woman is facing the viewer. Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: fence Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/753ca7b70377397994dd11e598945feb.pdf dfa4a2cfa313750cc59da6a3314bb449 PDF Text Text A COLLECTION OF o S j & € a CONTAINING WHA'S AT THE WINDOW, W H A ? YE MARINER'S OF ENGLAND, WASHING DAY. THE FLOWER O' DUMBLANE. THE WOODPECKER. GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O. EDINBURGH: PRINTED FOR T H E BOOKSELLERS. �the mndcw% ztlta f © wha's at the window, wha ? wha ? O wha's at the window, wha ? wha ? W h a but blytha Jamie Gieja,. He's come sax miles anc( sen, T o tak bonnie Jeanie awa, awa, T o tak bonnie Jeanie awa. l i e has plighted his troth, an' a\ m Leal love to g f e , an* a', an' a', A n d sae lias "she dun?, By a' that's aboon F o r he loes her, she ipest..'hi«n, 'boon a', 'boon M\ H e loes her, she loes hun, ar. Bridal maidens are braw, hrawy Q bridal maidens are braw, braw. But the bride's mod est A n d warni cheek, are to me 'Boon pearlens and brooches, an' a\ an' a\ ""Boon pearl ens and brooch es* There's mirth on the green, in the ha\ the ka There's mirth on the green, in the h$Y the ka Thereof laughing, there's quaffing, There's Jesting, there1?* dafflng. But the brides father's h-]ytb#«t a\ o f a\ But tbe br&t's ftithwN blithest of a*, It's no that »hf*» Itfa no that *TmmX mn* av&» �3 T h a t my heart is sae we art W h e n a' the laves cheeriv, But it's just that shVII aye be awa, awa» But i f s ju^t.-that she'll aye be awa. Ft* Mariner $ of England. * Y e mariners o f E n g l a n d , That guard our native seas,* W h o s e flag has braved a thousand yeats, The battle and the breeze, Y o u r glorious standard iaOiich again,, T o match another foe, A n d sweep through the deep, W h i l e the stormy tempests bio*-, W h i l e the battle rages loud and long, A n d the stormv tempests blow. T h e spirit of your fathers, Shall start f r o m every wave, F o r the deck it was their field o f fame^ A n d ocean was ifheir grave. W h e r e Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Y o u r manly hearts shall gin w A s y e sweep through the deep, W h i l e the stormy tempests blow, W h i l e the battle rages loud and lung. A n d the stormy tempests blow. Britannia needs no bulwark, N o towers alou^ the steep, H e r march is o'er the mountain waves* II tr home is on the deep. �4 W i t h thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below— A s they roar, on the shore, W h e n the stormy tempests blow, W h e n the battle raises loud and Ionq\ And the stormy tempests blow. T h e meteor flag of England * Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart And the star of peace return. T h e n , then, ye ocean-warriors, Our song and feast shall flow T o the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, W h e n the fiery fight is heard no more) A n d the starm has ceased to blow. Washing Day. T h e sky with clouds was overcast, T h e rain began to fall, M y wife she beat the children, A n d raised a pretty squall: She bade me, with a scolding look, I V get out of the way ; T h e de'il a bit of comfort is there On a washing day. For it is thump, thump, scoid, scold, T h u m p thump away ; T h e de'il a bit of comfort is there 0*3 a ?rashiag day. �5 M y Kale she is a bonny wife, There's none more free from evil, Except upon a washing day, And then she is a d e v i l ; T h e very kittens on the hearth They dare not even play ; A w a y they j u m p with many a thump, Upoai a washing day. For it is thump, thump, he. A friend of mine ©nee asked me, " H o w long's poor Kate been dead Lamenting the good creature, A n d sorry I was wed T o such a scolding vixen, Whilst he had been at sea : T h e truth it was, he chanced to come Upon a washing day. F o r it is thump, thump, &c. I asked him to stay and dine,— " Come, come, 1 ' said I , " o d d s buds! I'll no denial take—you shall, Though Kate is in the suds." But what he had to dine upas In faith I shall not say ; But I II wager hell no come again Upon a washing day. F o r it is thump, thump, &«. O n that sad morning, when I rise, I make & fervent prayer �6 Unt6 the gods, that it may b* Throughout the day quite fair; That not a gown or handkerchief May in the ditch be laid ; F®r should it happen so, egad, 1 should -catch a broken head. F o r it is thump, thump, he. The Flower o Diimblane. T h e Sun lias gane down o'er the lofty Ben-Lo* mo rid, A n d left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene; While lanely I stray in the cairn simmer g l o a m i n g T o mnse on sweet Jessie, the ilower o' JDunibiane. X) sweet fe' the brier wP its saft fatilding blossom, And sweet is the birk wi' its mantle o ' green ; Yet sweeter and fairer, and d e a r t h this bosom, Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane; "She s modest a^ ony, and lily the as she's-bonny, For g o d d e s s simplicity mark* her its aih ; A n d far be the villain divested o! feeling, Wha'd blight, in its blossom, the (lower o' Dumbiane. : Sing Ofi, tlVoa sweet mavis, thy htnin to the e'eninf* Thou'rt dear to the echoes of ,Calderwood glen ? § a e deir to this bosom, sae artless and winding, i s charming young Jessie, the Howrr o' lAmi* Wane, �f f l a w lost were my days till I met. will] my J e s s i ^ T h e sports of the city seeinM foolish and vain ; I ne'er saw a nymph I would ca' my dear lassie, "Till charm'd wi' svveet Jessie, the flowrr Durnblane. T h o ' mine were the statipn qf loftiest grandeur, Amidst its profusion I'd languish iji paip ; ^n'd reckon as naething the height o r its splendour, I f wanting sweet Jessie, the flawed a D u n b l a n e , The Woodpecker. I knew by the smoke that so gracefully cnrJM A b o v e the gre*^ eUn?*, thai a cottage was, near ^ A n d ' I said, if there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that is? humble mi^ht hope for it here. Fvt'ry leaf was at rest; and I heard not.'a'sow:nih But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beaefy tree. [And here, in this lone little wood, ^ With a maid who was lovely to I Who would Mush wher; 1 praisYi I folamxl ; $ H o w blest could I live, and how Every leaf, &c. J e^qlamfd, son! and to e y e ; her, and weep if calm could I dle, J By the side of yon .sumach, whose red berry dips \ In the gush of the fountain 1 ow sweet to f e d ine, Und to know that I sigh'd upc n innocent lips, j W h i c h ne'er had been sighed on by any mine, Every fcaf, . �Great Grow the Rashes. Green grow the rashes, G ! Green grow the rashes, O ! T h e sweetest hours that e'er I spend, A r e spent amang the lasses, O . There's nought but eare on evVy han% i n et'ry hour that passes, O : W h a t signifies the life o' man, A n ' 'twere na for the lasses, O. Green growy&c. T h e warly race may riches chace, And riches still may fly them, O ; A n ' the at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, CL Green grow, &c. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, M y arms about my dearie, O ; A n ' warly cares, an' warly men, M a y a' gae tapsalteerie, O . Green grow, &c. F o r you sae douse, ye sneer at this, Ye're nought but senseless asses, 0 : T h e wisest man the warF e'er saw, H e dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Green grow, &c. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears H e r noblest work she classes, O : H e r 'prentice han' she try'd on man, A n d then she made the lasses, O. Green grow, &t\ � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0935597cff86bb6d4fd95dd08669a30e.jpg 85a1c91d9f2f36377e90c25663ee2e1e Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3081 Width 1861 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title-page of a young woman looking out of window at a young man;. There is a bench underneath the window and a tree beside the house in between the two figures. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 087: Title-page illustration in a double ruled border of a young woman looking out of a window at a young man. There is a bench underneath the window and a tree beside the house. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Collection of Songs, &amp;c. Containing: Wha's at the window, Wha? Ye Mariner's of England. Washing Day, The Flower O' Dumblane. The Woodpecker. Green Grow the Rashes, O. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Description An account of the resource no. XX near top of title-page. Woodcut #87: Illustration on title-page of a young woman looking out of window at a young man;. There is a bench underneath the window and a tree beside the house in between the two figures. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Wha's at the window, Wha? Ye Mariner's of England. The Flower O' Dumblane. The Woodpecker. Green Grow the Rashes, O. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #39 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Courtship and Marriage Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: house Architecture: window(s) 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): working class Furniture: bench(s) Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Nature: tree(s) Object: walking stick/ staff https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/51dd3c16aadd3021f5aca3c15732e1fc.pdf 458000df737df9496643ee21b5849dc0 PDF Text Text 9 Lore Songs. — -a osSg--e>ESBsg«" The lea-rig. Auld Rob Morris. My Highland home. I'll love thee ever dearly. Smile again my bonny lassie. My heart is sair for somebody. See the ship. How long and dreary Ss the night. My wife's a winsome wee thing. KILMARNOCK: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS �LOVE SONGS THE LEA-RIG. W H E N o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-dme is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary, O ; 'Down by the burn, where scented birks Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo, I'll meet thee on the lea rig, My ain kind dearie, O. In miikest glen, at midnight hour, I'd rove, a r d ne'er be eerie, O, If through that glen I gaed to thee, My ain kind dearie, O* Although the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae weary, O, I ' d meet thee on the lea.rig, My ain kind dearie, O. T h e hunter lo'es the morning sun, T o rouse the mountain deer, my j o ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen, Along the burn to steer, my jo, Gi'e me the hour o' gloamin grey, It makes my heart sae cheery, Q» * o meet thee on the lea-rig, ain kind deeiie, 0 . �3 AULD ROB MORRIS. T H E R E ' S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen V He's the king o' good fellows and wale o' auld m e n , H e has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine. A n d ae bonny lassie, his darling and mine. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May ; She's sweet as the evening amang the new h a y ; A s blithe and as artless as the lambs on the lea, And dear to my heart as the light to my ee. Bat, o h ! she's an heiress, auld Robie's a laird, And my daddy has nought but a cot-house and yard A wooer like me maunna hope to succeed, The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead* The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; T h e night comes to *ne? but my rest it is g a n e : I wander my lane like a night*troubled ghaist, And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in rny breast. 0 had she but been of a lower degree, 1 then might ha'e hop'd she wad smil'd upon me ! O, how past describing had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express! MY H I G H L A N D HOME. MY Highland home, where rempests blow, And cold thy wintry looks, T h y mountain crown'd with driven snow, And ice-bound are thy brooks s �4 But colder far the Briton's heart, However far he roam, T o whom these words no joy impart, " My native Highland home. ,> Then gang wi' me to Scotland d e a r ; We ne'er again will roam ; And with thy smiles so bonny, cheer My native Highland home. When summer comes, the heather-bell Shall tempt thy feet to rove; T h e cushat-dove, within the dell, Invite to peace and love : For blythesome is the breath of May, And sweet the bonny broom, And pure the dimpling rills that play Around my Highland home. Then gang wi' me, &c. I'LL LOVE T H E E EVER DEARLY. L E T others breathe the melting sigh, And swear they love to madness; T o them I leave the tearful eye, And all love's sober sadness. No tender vows and prayers are mine ; But this I swear sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. Then, lady, though I scorn the wile« Which love too oft discovers, Ne'er spurn the heart that woos in smiles, For smiles were made tor lovers. �5 A n d though no tender vows are mine. Yet this 1 swear sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. SMILE AGAIN. S M I L E again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again; Pr'ythee do not frown, sweet lassie, For U gives me pain. If to love thee too sincerely Be a fault in me, Thus to use me so severely Is not kind in thee. Oh ! smile again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again. Oh 1 smile again, my bonny lassie, Pr'ythee smile again. Fare thee well, my bonny lassie, Lassie, fare thee well! Time will show thee, bonny lassie. More than tongue can tell. Though we're doom'd by fate to sever, ( A n d 'tis hard to part,) Still, believe me, thou shalt ever Own my faithful heart, Then smile again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again, Oh ! smile again, my bonny lassie, Pr'ythee smile again, �SOMEBODY. MY heart is sair, I dare na tell, My heart is sair for somebody; I could wake a winter night For the sake o* somebody. Oh hon, for somebody ! Oh hey, for somebody ! I could range the world round, For the sake o* somebody. Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, O, sweetly smile on somebody ! Frae ilka danger keep him free, A n d send me safe my somebody. Oh hon, for somebody ! Oh hey, for somebody ! I wad do—what wad I not— For the sake o* somebody ? SEE T H E SHIP. S E E the ship in the bay is riding, Dearest Ellen, I go from thee ; Boldly go, in thy love confiding, O'er the deep and the trackless sea. When thy loved form no more is near me, When thy sweet smile no longer I see, This soothing thought shall at midnight cheer m e , My love is breathing a prayer for me. Nor can Heaven, a deaf ear lending T o its loveliest work below, �7 T h e boon she begs, on her knees low bending, Refuse in goodness to bestow. So then, my Ellen, all doubts defying, Henry shall dauntless cross the wide sea, His heart on this firm anchor relying, My love is breathing a prayer for me. When the thunder of war is roaring, And the bullets around me fly; When the rage or the tempests pouring, Blends the billowy sea and sky; Then shall my heart, to fear a stranger, Cherish its fondest hopes for thee, This der4r reflection disarming danger, My love is breathing a prayer for me. And when the din of war is over, And sweet peace sets the sailor free, With what joy shall your faithful lover Fly on love's sweetest wings to thee! Then with delight each other caressing, Day after day we shall happier be, And as my Ellen tells o'er each blessing, She still will whisper a prayer for me. H O W L O N G A N D D R E A R Y IS T H E NIGHT. H O W long and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie! I restless lie frae e'en to morn, Though I were ne'er sae weary. For, oh ! her lanely nights are Jang, And, oh ! her dreams are eerie, �8 A n d , oh 1 her widow'd heart is sair That's absent frae her dearie. When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi' thee, my dearie, And now what seas between us roar, H o w can I be but eerie ? For, oh, See, H o w slow ye move, ye heavy hours ! The joyless day, how dreary! I t was nae say ge glinted by, When I was wi* my dearie* For, oh, See. MY W I F E ' S A W I N S O M E W E E S H E is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee things She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer ; A n d neist my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine, O leeze me on my wee thing, My bonny blithesome wee thing I Sae lang's I ha'e my wee thing, I'll think my lot divine. Though warld's care we share o't, And may see meikle mair o't, W ? her I'll blithely bear it, A n d ne'er a word repine* FINIS. 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Title A name given to the resource 9 Love Songs: The lea-rig Auld Rob Morris My Highland home I'll love thee ever dearly My heart is sair for somebody See the ship How long and dreary is the night My wife's a winsome wee thing Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923449323505154">s0499b33</a> Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Highlands Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. 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Title A name given to the resource A Pennyworth of Politics, Being Rule Britannia. Ode to the English Judges. Panegyric on the Lord Mayor and New Toasts Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1797 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133953505154">s0141b34</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #5 in a bound collection of 54 chapbooks Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1791-1800 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: C. I. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/42b81489e6cd36670c9a1cc19a30435b.pdf df1e85d4a287d1addf0dc52a01db71c0 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5a0e57be55dae45ffa813e4b29e54721.jpg 68d32f6826f4bf4964a4d9cffb6b9a74 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Verses To the Memory of Robert Burns; With an account of his interment at Dumfries on Monday the 25th of July, 1796. Also, His Epitaph, Written by Himself. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133953505154">s0141b34</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1797?] per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #7 in a bound collection of 54 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Verse quoted on the title-page: ""Sweetly deck'd with pearly dew "The morning rose may blow; "But cold successive moontide blasts "May lay its beauties low." Burns. Nae mair of his enchanting strains, Shall found through Caledonia's plains. Anon." Subject The topic of the resource Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. ESTC#: T221471 <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Brash & Reid Type The nature or genre of the resource elegy # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1791-1800 Chapbook Genre: elegy Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Brash & Reid