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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 Two Favourite Ballads. The Babes in the Wood. Lord Gregory. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923436583505154">s0090b16</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Babes in the Woods Lord Gregory Description An account of the resource 7 printed at the bottom of the title-page Abstract A summary of the resource. Two ballads are included in this chapbook. The first is a rather long moral tale that tells of two children whose parents die of illness and who are consequently to be raised by their uncle until they come into their inheritance. The uncle, scheming for their wealth, hires two robbers to kill them in the wood. When they see the children, one repents and kills the other one who is still intent on murdering them. The surviving robber takes the children with them, but leaves them in the wood while he goes to town to get food, and they wander off and die anyway. In the end, God punishes the evil doers, especially the uncle who suffers the loss of all his property and family. The final verse specifically states that this should be a lesson to all “executors” and “overseers” who might be tempted by greed to take their ward’s wealth for themselves. The second is the lament of a young woman vainly beseeching her love, Lord Gregory, to let her in after she has been cast out by her father for loving and giving up her virginity to her lord. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Courtship and Marriage Crime Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Fairy Tales & Folklore Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Title A name given to the resource Woodcut on title-page portraying a soldier wearing a helmet with feathers and cloak with ace turned to left https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8ed94d9fb0dd5fa42c81d9edfbfe611d.jpg 82c9ac828992315fef6cf63b3e99dd96 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/967657be6092c446fd86a6d90e598ba1.jpg a9396a83415153e42384edc4bea7c4de https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f516d7fdd6f96e96d8e58dc6c65eee36.jpg 14014a5b946ed1dcea4ba1111e2a5f01 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f8618e3ce6580f76c29c203096ecc478.jpg 779f4f414ea2505d6562db38d7dc0b74 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/4bb339a825876c0d3b17d42db9e96533.jpg 3eee5ff68ba97e8e4cbfe28b1f3b2ae7 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/9cf640b3b5e86de18e69db946b09823a.jpg 4be691eb5ed2b68258c056cb86881421 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/9faffef56d479776dc58c334f78ba4ec.jpg 4b45a10cfd61d485a6d25b209f0fc8a9 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 032: Title-page illustration of a soldier with his face turned to the left in an outdoor scene. He is wearing a feathered helmet and cloak. 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 Two Favourite Songs. Sheriff-Muir. The Bonny Boatman. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923436593505154">s0009b17</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Sheriff-Muir The Bonny Boatman Abstract A summary of the resource. The first of the two songs is a Jacobite ballad on the battle of Sheriff-Muir, with a detailed description of the parts played by many individuals, including Rob Roy. The second song is of the singer’s longing for her sailor lover to return to her. They had married in secret when her parents had urged her to marry for wealth, not love, and now she waits for him to return from sea Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per Scottish Chapbook Catalogue, University of Glasgow Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource 29 printed at the bottom of title-page Subject The topic of the resource Jacobites Courtship and Marriage War Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <p>University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</p> <p><a href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a></p> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Sheriffmuir, Scotland Language A language of the resource English 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. 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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 Two New Songs. L, A, W, LAW. And Jock and Nelly's Courtship; or The Old Folks Outwitted. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923436803505154">s0090b20</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. L,A,W, LAW Jock and Nelly's Courtship The old folks outwitted Abstract A summary of the resource. Two satirical songs. The first mocks the judicial process at all levels, emphasizing the corruption, greed, and idiocy of the various parties involved, as well as the inefficiency of the court process itself. The second is a humorous song about a farmer who locks up his daughter every night to keep her away from young men, and the various hijinks that ensue when her lover figures out a way to sneak in. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource mage of fashionable couple with man holding a crook Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Courtship and Marriage Crime Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow 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 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. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Two Popular Songs: Viz-Falkirk Fair. Highland Widow's Lament. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1825 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Viz-Falkirk Fair Highland Widow's Lament 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 77 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Highlands Chapbooks - Scotland - Falkirk War Jacobites Culloden, Battle of, Scotland, 1746 Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3308 Width 1837 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6d48570f6235d9b9080f899f8fbb6451.pdf 774dfa6cbf2eb939bc0f38f93a33d8dc PDF Text Text V E R S TO T H E E S MEMORY OF JAMES T H O i S O N, A U T H O R OF T H E S E A S O N S , -&C. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD Blr Brafh & Reid. B A R D of the Seafons, hail! thou who hail oft Imprefs'd with energy and reasoning ftrong, Upon my youthful m nd, poetic truths, The tend'reft fympathies, the purefi flame, The love of order, and the foul of fong! Smit with fmcereft gratitude, -the Mufe Would fain attempt her humble voice to raife Thy praife to frng, thy genuine worth applaud, And blend the Chriftian's with the Poet's praife. But why ihould I in this great talk engage? Where find refources for the high defign ? Great Hayley! thou who lepd'ft the tuneful band, Say, why neglect a nation's debt to pay ? Record in numbers worthy of thy Mufe The Poet of the Seafons? Beattie! thou Whofe Minftrel raifes thee in high efteem, Say, why unfung thy fav'rite Thomfon's praife? Since none of you have yet effay'd the fong, Permit an humble Bard, unknown to fame, A Mufe unbred in academic fhades, In untaught ftrains to wake the fleeping lyre. �C 2 ] But where begin? where all the beauties trace That charm the youthful fancy? Where but in His tranfcript of the Seafons? There we view The animated verfe; the fervid thought; The juft and pleafmg metaphor, that fteals In grateful raptures o'er th' enamoured heart. 'Twere endlefs to recount the various charms That Ihine confpicuous in his matchlefs long, And court our obfervation; yet of thofe Moft obvious and alluring let the Mufe Shew in fucceffion to th' aftonilhed eye Of nice difcrimination; thence to trace Some pleafmg moral from the harmlefs lay. See; in his Spring, how beautiful he paints The rural labour of the fimple fwain, Then bids the thoughtlefs fons of luxury Shew due refpe6l " and venerate the plow!" Next, mark what philofophic judgment he difplay* In pointing out the regular advance Of vegetation, from the infant bud To the full bloffom in the leafy ihade. Much muft remain unfung: yet why omit The Bard's defcription of the Golden Age, " Where reafon and benevolence were law?5'' Can I pafs -over, with incurious eye, The portrait of Amanda ; where each line Chains down attention to his magic lay? But let me hafte to where the Poet lings The Spring's mild influence on the mind of man, Whofe feelings are alive to tuft reflexion; Who in his neighbour's wants can view his own, And feel a fympathy for all mankind. Thence, in a fine tranfition, fweetly flows, 'In copious ftrains, devoid of venal praife, A juft eulogium on th' intrinfic worth Of virtuous Lyttleton, whofe lib'ral heart Was ever prompt to fuccour and fupport �C 3 ] Virtue deprefs'd, or Merit left forlorn. It gives me joy to find fuperior worth Difplay'd in Thomfon's everlalting fong. But, O ye youth! for whom our Poet flill Exerts his genius, pours his pleafing lay, Lofe not the moral in the charms of fong. He next efifays to paint th* illufivejoys, The madd'ning tranfports of illicit love; Where all the paffions are fubfervient made To fetter and enchain the a<5tive foul. Ah, fly thefefcenes! and turn th* admiring eye To the chafte portrait of connubial blifs, Where ev'ry beauty language can convey Confpire to heighten and enhance the joy! For me, I blufh not candidly to own, The beauteous pidture fo enchants my fenfe I read in rapture as my eyes overflow! What eye can gaze undazzled at the view Of fervid Summer; when ev'n Spring " averts Her blooming face!" And now the Bard Haftes to the cool retreat, and courts the aid Of infpiration. Arts like thefe prepare Th' attentive mind, and fofter in the foul A tafte for compaction; confcious Hill That the Mufe dilates what the verfe conveys* The Bard, who copies Nature, always-gains Our admiration and deferv'd applaufe* Who follows Nature, and purfues her walks, Takes up each image as it ftrikes the fenfe, And holds the faithful tranfeript to our light, Whate'er of beauty to the vulgar eye Difpenfes pleafure, this, when juftly drefs'd In all the magic of heroic verfe, Is fure to charm, as 'tis refle&ing back, With heighten'd luftre, what we lov'd before. What man, who thinks at all, but mult adore That Pow'r who guides the planets in their courfe �[ 4 1 Amid the flux of many thoufand years, Unvary'din their motions! yet ev'n this, Drefs'd up in Thomfon's lays, ne'er fails to pleafe. Who has not mark'd the beauteous train of thought That prompts the lay when " meek-ey'd morn appears,, Mother of dews!'* What makes thefe beauties pleafe, But that the Poet gives Us back our thoughts EmbelliihM and adorn'd? For, be afFur'd, What pleafes mofl muft be in part our own* 1 mull pafs over the feraphic hymn, The glorious tribute, to the Orb of day; In which is ihewn,. with admirable ikill. The vivid tints, the various rays of light, Refle&ed from the furfaces of things. The limits of my fang will not admit To dwell on lighter beauties; with regret, I check the rifing tranfport, confcious ft ill I do injuftice to the Bard I love! But who can view, without apparent dread, Nature convuls'd; the livid lightning's glare; And rattling thunder fhake the aftonifk'd world! Who can without emotion read the page Where fine imagination has portray'd The chafte Amelia, torn from the embrace Of tier !ov'd Celadon ! Who read their loves* But mull confefs that Power which chains the mindr And rivets the attention;, anxious flill To dwell enamour'd on the tender theme h Nor let the prude, with fupercilious air, (Mere affectation!) check th' admiring fwatn s . Whoffe curious, eye runs o'er the pkafing verfe Where Mufidora, like Diana, laves The limpid ftreani, fair emblem of herfelf! Did ever Poet, on a theme like this, Exert fuch pow'rs, and yet preferve the Song: Inviolate and pure., as is the rofe Or virgin-lily, 'midthe morning dew! �in fweet tranfition, here the tuneful Bard Points out the Worthies who have added f one T o Britain's annals by their martial deeds, Aided her Science, or improv'd her fong, Nor are the Britiih Fair forgot, but here Their beauties and their merit ftand confefs'd; Serene Philofophy, the foul of fong, That fureft guide to truth, clofes the fcene; And leaves the mind in pleafmg tranfport loft s Intent to wonder, worfhip, and adore. Ripe Autumn opens with the Doric reed Attun'd to rural labour. Still the Bard, With philanthropic love, raifes the fong T o cheer the labour of the fimple fwain. A mind like his, alive to ev'ry fenfe, Survey'd mankind as brethren^ all allied" T o one indulgent Father, who regards The monarch and the fiave with equal eyev The annual'labours of the ripen'd field Calls forth our Poet's unexhaufted gow'rsj And, in a chafte delightful epifode, Adorns our language with enchanting tale Of young Lavkna. «Say,. ye Britifh youth!" Does any tale in modern novel charm, Or touch the heart with fympathy like this T Can any retrofpe& of conquer'd charms Infpire fuch tranfports of ingenuous joy, As when fair Virtue meets its jufi: reward! On ev'ry theme, the Bard of Nature melt* With kind compaixion for another's woe. The feather'd tribes his tender pity fharej He j,uftiy cenfures ev'ry wanton fport That brings untimely death; confcious he (Whatever daring fophiAs may advance) T h a t rapine, oft repeated, Heels the heart. Muft not the fentlmental fportfman blufh. At his poor con quell o'er the timid hare! �I .6 ] Our Poet next, in relaxation, fings, In burlefque ftrain, the great and noble chace, That makes the fportfman's heart with joy elate? And buries in oblivion all his cares. See with what tender caution how he warns The Britilh Fair to Ihun thefe dang'rous^fportsj That ill become the foftnefs of their fex; But in their native luftre always Ihine. His heart ftill beats in unifon with thofe Who follow Nature in her humble walks; Hence with the farmer he rejoices ft ill, And fings in dulcet {trains his " harveft-home." Their paftimes, too, are not beneath his care, But chants, like Maro, ev'ry rural fport. But who can form a happier ftate on earth ? Ev'n in idea, than the rural life So finely painted in his matchlefs fong! Ambition, read; compare with this thy ft ate; Then, in the fcale of Reafon, fairly weigh Thy fplendid phantoms' 'gainfc his real joys. Stern Winter, too, our Poet's firft effay, Difplays uncounted beauties; genius here Shines forth in ftrong defcription; manly fenfe;: Bold metaphor; attemper'd with that charm Which always pfeafes, love of God and man.. How ftrong each image preffes on the fenfe,. As Fancy's eye furveys the boiling wave Lafn'd into foam with agitation fierce, Then burfting in a loud tremendous roar! Or, when on land the wat'ry deluge pours In dreadful torrents, fweeping in one train The jufl-earn'd labours of the peaceful hind. But fee, the God of Nature, awful now And great amidft the ftorur, puts forth his hand:, The ocean lleeps, and all the winds are ftill. But keener tempefts now pervade; and man, Obnoxious ftill to ev'ry wayward blaft, �V C 7 1 {Feels the chill froft on all his fenfes feize; The drooping cattle penfive feek the ftied, And in dumb filence let their wants be known. The red-breaft, too, a humble refuge feeks, Makes man his friend, and craves his little dole; "Sweet Bird! though fimple thou and ufelefs deenvd. Thou liv'ft immortal in the Poet's lay. But let me pafs th' affii&ive tale of woe That draws our feeling forth, where haplefs now The poor benighted trav'ler breathlefs lies A vi&im to the florin's reftftlefs rage, T h ' unnumber'd miferies that prey on man, In his rough paffage through this checquer'd fcene, Prefs on the Poet's heart; hence we obferve What juft refle&ions ufher from his mind, Alive to ev'ry virtue; panting ftill To meliorate each woe that mo rtals feel. And thou, great Howard! facred to the Mufe (Might ihe but dare € interrogate thy fhade,) Waft thou the firft of all the " gen'rous band, Who, limit with human woe, redreftive fearch'd Into the horrors of the gloomy goal?''' "No! Thomfon wept their woes; an-d inward felt What fympathizing fpirits only feeL His gen'rous mind was ever prompt to aid With counfel or with wit; to cheer diftrefs; T ' inflrud', admonilh, and to blefs, mankind. *Twas he too fang Britannia *; much Ihe owes To his fuperior genius; for, his fong Stoop'd not to party; but,, afpiring ftill, And emulous to roufe her fleeping fons, Held up to view fair Liberty's bright form, Mild, yet majeftic; bold as erft Ihe ihone In the bright forum of illuftrious Rome. Through all this poem matchlefs beauties rife, And ftrong defcription marks each nervous line; * Britannia, a poem. �r s i lefs the cliaims of d l e g o r j pleafe Than the jiift maxims that his verfe conveys* Hear what that Mufe prophdtkally frngs,' . \ And let each Briton ponder on the thought : But, foon as Independence ftoops the head* To vice enflav'd, and yice-created wants; Then to fome foul corrupting hand, whofe Wafte Thefe heighten'd wants with fatal bounty feeds; From man W m a ^ ' t h e flack'ning ruin, runs} Till the .whole ft ate, unnerv'd, in flav'r y: ftnkf ! "* Nor let the Mufe forget the friendly lay T o virtuous Taitfot f due; his high defert Sands- fairrecofded' in |)kthetic Vetffe, Uhmixt with adulation. ThomfohT thou ^ Difdain'dfi: the vtsial ftmg. Thy nobler foul Still rofe fuperior to fome low defigris;' Thy grateful heart,* fu-fceptibie and firm, Imbib'd each ftrong imprefiion; always felt The warm emiltion.4 of a rnuvl furchar'g'd With obligation"sy n#er to be repaid. Hence glow-d-the fervour of thy adi-rc foul-, Diifuffive, yet fincere;' collecting all The noble vk*wes:that-aderh'd thy friend* His mild endearing manners, that attach'd T h ' admiring audience, with fach other pleas'd. Illuftrious Eardf thrice happy they whofc worth Procurd the meed of tliy immortar lays, T o placet&eir virtu-es in "the &r-ongefHight, f) Still unimpair'd by time! But who fhall thine'rehearTe! Say, who will" rife With pow'rs lufficient to enrich the theme, y^nd paint thy genuine merit, riling ftill As more thy beauties ftrike each raviih'd fenfe ! < f See Liberty, a poem, part IT. 1. 495 to 500,. t See hisjpoem to the memory of Lord Chancellor Talbot* • FINIS. � Document A resource containing textual data. 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Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3366 Width 1890 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0ef97563a8d8eccc23aae6bec219a3c8.pdf 58a81bed157e11774ed0c7f582b527ba PDF Text Text V O Y A G E IN TOE COAL TRADE; WITH AN ADDRESS TO SEAMEN, ESPECIALLY THE RISING YOUTH. I t f l — n o — ^Kn-CASTr,K.OX.TYNH, b o w m a n ' , P U B L I S H E R ; NUXS- LAX* suicl Hawkers Supplied on the lowest t«m ��VOYAGE IN TIIE COAL TRACE, # Otir ship's now loaded, the deck's all clear* But still lays moored in the tier. The captain he then comes on board, With all the dignity of a lord— u Well, John, you are all load I see, But she looks very bold to me. 111 think the measure still grows worse, The eoal trade won't bs worth a curse— Did she take all the two-and-twenty " Yes, sir, and tkere was plenty V " John, have y^u got on board the ale and bo§£ f I'll change our Vewer, if I live, next year j His beer he mSkes so very small; His ale, I'm sure, won't keep at all. " I expect you will all ready be, For at high water she must go to sea, If wind or steam can take her out, And go she mast there's not a doubt." 94 Oh, the— -ahoy P the pilot cries, As under the ship's bow he lies; 111© captain then looks o'er the bows, When the following dialogue ensues: m All sails now set the breeze to catch, Wo clear the decks, and set the watch ) One half on deck the watch to keep, betow, in k&i&mosks gfetQ* �w Well, sir, all ready fur sea ? Tullj can't get, so Las sent m e ; If you think of going, let's begin, It's time you Lad your stern rope in.** s< She won't sail out, tho wind's too shy, But we must have her out and try ; The wind looks as if it would be All from the north-east at Sea." u So conic, my lads, and let's be at hor, We'll have a steam boat, whero's the matter?, u Sea! certainly, pilot, there's no doubt, We won't lay here if we can get out." Our ship's now hove out of the tier, At single anchor lays all elea^; The steam-boat then she heaves a-head, And by a warp the ship doth lead. Our anchor then hove to the bow, With cat and fish the same to stow, Come, lay aloft, my lads, hurra, Your yard-aim gasket, too, let go. 4t Hold fast your bunts, let. go your gear, For sheeting home set all things ekar," With rapid pace the vessel goes, Nor cares which way the wind it blows. fhe wmd at north, a pleasant iSelovv the Middens we UU & sail. JS �" Stf la-boat, altey f let go Ike warp, Com% Imul it ias my lads* look J ' The ship is sow m i d j out at mz* The pilot, ihea discharged musl fee* 11 Now, sir, III thank you for my note t Braco the yards by, haul up ih© boat-** You know, sir, what you mostly pay, You'll make it square anney, I dare s a j * The pilot now has got his not©, With haste ho steps into the boat # 4i I wish you a good passage, sir, good bye! j u Thank you, pilot," they reply. I k e captain tnan takes the command, And oa the quarter-deck does stand, « €t Square away your yards, my lads, righl SqtS&F4# And all your steering-sail gear prepare; Look sharp, iny lads, come, bear a hau% Bet every steering-sail that will staucL^ ? i j The boy.« sloft the haulyards ree739 The mate on deck the same receive | The JBen the steering-sail booms rig cs% Witk; all the haste they can, no doubk o Pie i oils along, the wind keeps fair; The night's not dark, there's iittle cara; The morning comes, 'tis eight o'clock, liiuy call iku watch—on deck they knocks ! ^ �Eacli man who tea and sugnr got., He m&kes the first board to livol his pot J Which, if not boiled, the boys they knowaf That tliej to leeward soon would go I The eapfam wakes—"You hoy/' he cries* 14 I'm coming, sir," tho hoy replies. 51 Come, hoy, look sharp, the cofTee rnakfy And tell the cook to fry me a steak. u Set the cold heef out for the mate; Jlnd put me some butter on a plate/ 1 d i e b o j moves' as quick as he is able, £ nd sets all things upon the table. I He views the beef with anxious eyes, That some is gone he soon espies. J u You boy," says he, " it's my belief, That you have eat some of this beef." " Aw've never touched it, sir, not I, Aw've sure aw would not tell a lie; The piece you cut me for my tea Was plenty, quite enough for me." «' Then, d—n yon, tell me who I t s been* That it is gone is plainly seen,, It's not been rats, I'm-sure of that, hud Tm as sure it's not the cat. m So speak at once, the truth's let's fcaTtf* y^n mskto save." 1 ^ m h h H H it*,™*, w t - mm �In the mieWle watch, last night, - It was not dark, it was moonlight— 111 saw the mate como clown below, And r ut about throe pound or so ; ATd fnen on deck he eat the same— I knew that I should get the blame.' 5 9 1 Curse his guts, the gormandizer! But no, I never shall be wiser; If my beef I wish to eave it, I under lock and key must have i t . " The mate on deck does little hnow, H o w bets are going on below ; Unconscious wrhen the message sent, And to breakfast table went Fees all's not right—some sad disaster^ Has enraged his lord and master; IIis sullen looks his heavy frown, When at the table he sat down. IXo dare not ask: what is the reason, The very thought would be high t r e a s o n But scarce had ta'en his cup in hand, Ere he received this reprimand:— "It's a most surprising thing to mo, I hat people who have got their te3, Cannot with that be satisfied, But stuff and eat all ni^hfc beside, �41 li'fi what, I assure yon, I don't I never did, and will not now ; It you want supper after to a, You're not a man that will suit m o / ' Poor John he sat in great surprise, Kor scarcely dared to lift his oyes, Till roused from his sudden skx or, Ho found ho was allowed no supxr. A man that won't stand out lor food, That man, I'm sure, he is not good. 441 own," says John, 441 did last night Eat my supper by moonlight— " I ' v e been at sea now twenty years, And never in that time did hear Such work about a piece of beef— Xou could say no more were i a lid of* lf It is a rule which I have seen Ju every ship that I have I sen, 'If the master did not fed inclined, Or to eat supper had no mind, u IIa would tell his mate not him to mind But get his supper .when inclined ; But you, you take your bread and chec-so* Soar porter, grog, and what y a n please. 41 You go to bed, all night von sleep, Wiiiifei i wn iUtt mu&i ^es; �0 I will ask yon, if yon please, if to sleep all night needs bread and cheesy 4Mnsfc I not, think yon, hungry be, That walks the deck all night at sea ? Staro not, nor in a passion be, Nor cast your angry looks on me— 99 I'll tell yon plainly, once for all, You need not shout, nor need not bawl; Put your beef by, and mind yon lock itf And keep the key safe in your pocket. u For if you don't I vow and swear, I'll have my meat while I am hear." " T h a t won't be long, this voyage, no moi% Then you may hand yourself on shore." " D o n ' t be alarmed, I'll go nomoro t Much sooner would I go on shore," John takes his hat, on deck he goes, And thus you see the scene they closo* This is a specimen, you hear, Of what a mate has got to bear; But mind, I do not mean to say, That all mates are served in this way# The? wind keeps fair, we jog along, Some half asleep, some hum a song; The word from aft a good look out to keep, Thev reply, " Aye! aye 1" though half asleep �10 'Nollripg particular did to us Jbefa 1J, On the fifth day we got to Black wall; We saved our market, too, that day, As from the Nore our papers went away. f?ex! day into the Pool we went, We moor'd our ship, and our sails unbent, Wa dried our warps and cables too. Before we coiled them below. Next day we received on hoard a vat, We are meter'd you may known by that; We lift out boat, set her athwart, And get all ready for a start. The cook his baskets overhauling, Some wants straps and some want* marling; On board comes the basket man and crew, The meter's man hauls at the bo v. u Master, mate, come get your ladder ready* Pray, sir, hang it well and steady, That no serious disaster May happen to my master! The ladder fast, up comes the racier, Followed close by his man Peter ; The master pass'd the morning compliment* When they down in the cabin went. m f , LeCme & see, sir, you've got Russell's in, Have we got craft here to begin �1 Yes, sir, the lighterman jm now Sas brdnght a cralt unto the bow." 1 Pray, sir, what may be your cockett ? But stop, I've got the turn bill in my pocket* " This time, sir, we have taken in more, By far, then ever we did before*" " Well, sir, there is not a doubt, If the coals are in they will come out; But those cursed imperial vats, I say, Are fifty pounds per year out of our way. Believe me, sir, as I do live, We cannot satisfaction give; And then, you know, if we don't pleas^ We are deprived of our fees/' Well, sir, pray, do what you can, You'll find mo, X believe, a liberal man; About your dinner, sir, pray name, Whatever you choose, it's just the samel To go on shore is my intention, 111 send it off, if you but mention/' " Oh ! anything—it matters not, I'll be content with what you've got. But if yon really d j intend Something from the shore to send, Bay a chine of pork, or lamb and paes, A bsef-steak, or what you please. �Or boiled toagiw uni leg of motors, Or anything, sir, I'm no glutton!" Self-interest, that ruling passion, That's lately got so much in fashion* Look at its weight it turns the scald. When every argument will fail; How frail is man, just now you see. How iilxu^i that man can be. But if the reason you must kno$r, And what it is that makes him so, He treats the meter with his dinner. To make liim still a greater sinner. He thinks lie tbe meter well must treat. And he the merchant then will oheai; If you but look, you sure must see, It cannot his disposition be. His kindness now is nought bat gammon, He heaves a sprat to *;atuh a saimuii; Well, by this time, I think you're tired, But I just write as you desired. You told me to give a true description, I've done it here without deception : TIIQ captain's now returned on board, His market basket is well stored. fi He's got some lamb likewise some peas, h o UoaU it will the meter pleasa; �T^* n^afe the same may chance to last®* Ere ha will Jet it go to waste. Onr conk's rtuife busy, there's no doubt. The galley's now turned inside out; lie wiH do his best, it's mv belief* To roast the lamb and boil the beef: Likewise the peas and brocoli, Before they to the table go; A <!ood large pudding, too, is mad®, A constant thing in the coal tradeI'll describe to yon, as I am able, The Fcpr>e> that's at the dinner table f The robin's smalL in the first place, A stout oak table does it grace. A looking-glass stands in the centre, Which faces yon as you enter ; And this being the first working day, The dirty table-cloth is put away, And a clean cloth is then brought ont, Clean from the captain's house no doubt} AW things are now set in their place, The rdbin boy has washed bis face. The meter's summoned down, and then He's followed by three lightermen, & Who, because they get the coals soon Must live well, there is no doubt �14 .lie captain an! meter claim the chairs* "wo lightermen the locker shares ; iVhera will the third sit ? you will ask* Why, on the erapty porter cask. And I'm afraid that the poor mata Will find no seat nor yet a plate ; But John with patience is so blest, He'!! take his dinner on his chesfc. The captain looks and sees all right* Is quite obliging and polite ; He hopes they'll no inviting take, But, as at home, a dinner make. He carves—he eats—and think by turns* For a quick despatch his bosom burns; He sees as clear as the sun's rays, Bhe will he till out in fouf days. The lightermen they promise fair, They know the money will be there, With grog and dinner when they choosa, A chance that they will seldom loose. Each man's now satisfied, they say, And the dinner things are put away, To make room for the rum and gin, To have a glass ere they begin. I'hey take their grog—they talk and laugh iome use a glass, and some a cap ; �Tho turn bill is soon on the table laid, And by each mm it is surveyed. Th ^captain and lightermen now agree, For he's told them what it is to be; To work! to work! the word they pass; The meter now must leave his glass. The lightermen now leave the barge, And go on shore, to tho mate's charge; The seamen they must swing and trim, For it won't be done by him. Thus you see each following day, Just goes on in the same way, Until the stocks begin to fail, . And they have drunk out all tli8 I'll tell you now our cargo's out, And glad I am, you need not doubt; Would you believe,, she's made no mow Than she has mostly done before. The meter now may go away, A single copper he won't pay, He need not wait, it is no use, He will get nothing but abuse. Our ballast is now alongside, We shall be ready by morning tide, To have it in they've just begun, i J at says, there is good seventy too. �Bn* TVat's werd rnnsf:' not he t^ken, For in that they're oft mistaken ; They're begging hard for a drop of gitft Almost before they do begin. The half-hour crlass is set in motion, To spoil the hold, a rent creed notion ; It's what is termed very fair, That each man trims his equal share. And some of us will have, yen know, To get our stocks before we g o ; Onr ballast, now. it is all in, Another scene I must begin. We've hove onr ship out of the fTerf And by good luck onr anchor's clear, Which very seldom is the case, There's such confusion in this place* Here comes out waterman and boy, The constant man he docs employ, His name is Sam, a clever fellow, But Bam sometimes gets a little mellow* But that, yon know, is nothing new, For clever fellows often do : It's now high water, the wind's at weal, We set our sails to do onr best. f* $ The wind Is fair, and yon must know, Bam did ashore to Greenv^h co • �m A steady breeze, tho river clear, * We went along—had nought to fear* Ai night we brought up in Sea-lieach, Furled sails and set the anchor watch J Nest morn, before the break of day, The mate knock'd out ia away. The wind north-west, and a strong breci;% By a reef we did our topsails ease; The. wind continuing still tho same, & night to Yarmouth lioads wo came* % And when abreast of Caister Bails, Wc biought her up and furled sails: We've Leon here now a week to-day, The wind's come fair, we're under weigh* We have had a most unhappy time, Which 1 can scarce describe by rhyme ; The beei'I tho beef!—0 sad disaster I Is the constant topic of our master. The cook in troubled water swims, He's watched as he the kettle skims; The mate, poor man, the Lord preserve his} JTor, if ho dun t, I think he'll starve him, We fore-mast Johns have sore to fight* And stiii,lor bieakast not a bite; In t*,e iialt-tiecK, when altogether, Vie u^to****** M wiuu auu w«teiher# �orne overman! tlielr cheat to see, low stan J. their stock of sugar and tea J )ur stocks of 'bacco, too, we fear, rYIil soon bo out, if wo lay Leie. Sach man a sovereign bad in London, die place that sailors are so fond o n ; And some that lead a regular life, das got good stocks to please his wife. Und some (here are that have got none, &nd still the soverigns are gone; We have passed the Float and seen the SptOT Flambro' Head will come in turn. Our captain now seems better pleased, The wind's at souih, the pinch is eased J He does expect, if all goes right, She will be down to-morrow night. Well, I'm thankful now, we're here at last* At Fairlass' Crane wo make her fast, And will be there, I make no doubt, Until the ballast is all out When that will bo I need not mind, For another ship I'll try to find ; * * To-morrow the wages will be paid, &nd I'll bid adieu to the GOAL T I I A D E ! �A?? ABD8ESS s i SEAMEN, ESPECIALLY M TO T H E RISING YOUTH. THOSK who hare used the sea, and have attainei the age of GO or 70 rears, most have observed Tory great declension in nil orders of seaman, bot) s with respect to morals and discipline. When the writer of this address first wenfe t sea, masters had a great, interest in the ships the commanded (being mostly owners or part owners} and generally had such a high sense of honoul that no hardships or dangers appeared to them 8 formidable as an imputation on their conduct a eoamen. Had they lost a ship, and it was su| posed to be owing either to ignorance or carelesi fces3, it was long before they were entrusted wit the chargo of another, or could prevail on any 1 venture friendly parts w i f ^ h e m ; so that the lot > a ship in those days freiniently involved the loi £ »f character, as well as the loss ol property. 'ILIII*' " W M �Few shipowners mads inmnmee on policy, a a j xxeh as did seldom insured half ike amount of tbest nierest. Blasters at- that lime cbeserved a digni- led conduct, for though they slept less, and walk* sd ike deck more ihim any of the crew, when tho ship was at ssa, they seldom entered into any unnecessary conversation with the sailors; their males were their confidants, and to them they committed the entire management of the ship while in port, or in a roadstead at anchor. If they saw any occasion to reprove their mates, the? did not do it in the presence of the men and boys; for they knew, had they done so, it would kave lessened their authority. It was then tho eustom for mates to remain in the ship till they obtained the command of them, or of others; foremast men seldom continued less than one year, and there were many instances of their continuing seven or feu years. As to the boys they were then more obedient to ' the men than they are now to the masters. They did not dare go on shore without the leave of the mate, and that could seldom be obtained more than once a week, half of them in the forenoon, and the dther hall in the afternoon, it is needless to saj thai they were obliged to bo on baud at tho tiuii ippointed. The oldest apprentice had a sort of defega'ct cuthority over his fellow-apprentices, and e^.c-j. om m ; �fcail <?cme part of the ship's stores en ter hi3 pi?* licubr caic, which he was bound to have in t e a l cess. whenever called for; .instead o.* lion* j t abusive language, the males contrived to subst.ic a shame and degradation, by assigning mean ome.g to such as were last in turning oat, or otherw so back wards o r tmhaudy, such as sweeping the dee , s9 cleaning the boots, Sea.; to avoid which the writer has fresh in his recollection the many hard racc? ho Las run (upon the mate knocking ail hands out) ta be among the first at the windlass palls. To haul out the weather earing, when the top* gails were to reef, to ship the first handspike ami to cat the anchor, were objects contended ior bjp ineu and boys, as points of honour. To such discipline and subordination must be attributed the smailccss of the number of ships then lo»t, compared with what now happens making every allowance ior the inciease ol shipping. It is lamentable to tuink how ships aie iiOv? thrown away. "VVitli sea wind aud hazy weather, We £ee them keeping liear the land, aud grappling lor harbouis, by winch many with their ciews are lost; when at buth t>mes, by keeping the seaaiew Cays longer, they mi-lit have perveated such disaster ; but uiiai is mure a^to:ashing—a master who loses his snip tiii'Oagh ignorance or earelfssness,. finds Lttle uiiliortity J J obtaining another, without U teeeivuig JI Y »TI0TII«. no a the MUOUC, or any tyliii&nii cuumAMi^a va ins oyait. �T o bring seamen back to tKat state of vigilance and oarc ; conspicuous ii^iheir forefathers, is the design of this address; and the writer enjoys no small degree of satisfaction in the con sideratioiij that his plans (sonic years since executed,) for lights in Hasbro Gatt, and at the Goodwin and Sunk Sands, have been the means, under Providence^ of preventing the loss of many of their lives. As the future prosperity or calamity of this country will very much depend on the virtues or vices of the rising generation, the writer hopes he need not apologize for earnestly exhorting them to stem the strong current of luxury and dissipation of the present day. A growing contempt of religion and good morals seem to pervade the far greater part of mankind; and unless a veiy considerable reformation takes place, inevitable ruin will be the consequence. * Without religion there can be no solid virtue or good morals—no true honour. * «Ui the apparent good actions of bad men spring from mean seliist motives; that ferocity called courage / too often kept up by artificial means �is m sncli men, inr.e that o! animals, devoid of reason; hence, their commands are boisterous, fickle, and CODfused; in tliat state of mind there is great danger of their issuing orders the reverse of what they should do. * GootL men encounter difficulties and dangers with rational courage; and such as are commanders, give their orders in a calm, cheerful, dispassionate manner, and their example animates and encourages all that sail with them. The religion recommended to all (and of which all in every situation are capable) consists of sentiments of piety and in reflection on the power and providence and goodness of God, and in actions corresponding therewith, bettei expressed by the apostle Paul, in his epistle to Titus ; — T h e grace of Goc that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men, teaching us, that denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, weshoulc live soberly, righteously, and piously it tMs present world; looking for tha blessed hope, and the glorious appear ing of the great God and our Saviou Jesuy^hrist, who gave himself fort as that he might redeem us from iniquity and purify unto himself a peculiar peo pie, zealous of good works." �2L ^ tl The above quotation contains an epitome, or abridgement of the Christian religion. Such sentiments and such conduct would give young men (who have nothing to depend on but their own merit) the fairest chance of preferment; and if it has been their lass to have had parents who either could not or would not give them a suitable education, they will have many opportunities of improvement while at sea and in port. The famous circumnavigator, Cap tain, Cooky served his apprenticeship in the coal and coasting trade, and acquired almost ail his knowledge of books ai'te£ he went to sea. Me was a striking instance of the power ot emulation, united with sobriety and an ardent'appiieuiiuiu His example is worthy the •miiluUv/j.i u£ every seaman. $ December, 1797. � 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/. 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Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Liverpool, England Greenwich, England Yarmouth, England London, England Caister-On-Sea, Norfolk, England Flamborough Head, Yorkshire, England Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs 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 Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. <p>Chapbook #10 in a bound collection of 20 chapbooks</p> 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. 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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 Watty &amp; Meg; or, The Wife Reformed. Owere true a Tale. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133963505154">s0098b48</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #10 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1860-1865 per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut of a vagrant with a dog, greeting a woman seated with child standing beside her on title-page and flower on bottom of page 8. Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage War Chapbooks - Scotland - Paisley Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland<a href="National%20Library%20of%20Scotland%20http%3A//www.nls.uk/"><br />http://www.nls.uk/</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant A humorous song about Watty and his wife, Meg, who nags and quarrels and scolds him within an inch of his life. One morning, after being yelled at in front of all his friends and dragged home by Meg after a night of drinking, he tells he is leaving her to join the army because she has driven him away with all her “flyting,” or quarreling. She begs him to stay and promises she will mind her tongue if only he won’t leave her and the children, which he agrees to after making her solemnly swear to give up her flyting forever. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The wife reformed Owere true a tale 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 Paisley: Printed by G. Caldwell & Co. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c4b85397ce9e25424f5e5e33a70a1fcd.pdf c30854c7eab7bec61b9265a6106a0773 PDF Text Text W A T T Y AND MEG, OR, T H E W I F E RECLAIMED ; TOGETHER W I T H HABBIE SIMPSON AND HIS WIFE, OR, A NEW WAY OF RAISING THE WIND DONALD AND HIS DOG; ; THE TEETOTALER; THE LOSS O' THE PACK; JOHN TAMSON'S CART; T A K I N ' I T O U T O' H I S M O U T H . PAISLEY: PUBLISHED BY W A L T E R WILSON & SON. WEST ��WATTY AND MEG. the frosty winds were blawing, Deep the snaw had wreathed the ploughs ; Watty, wearied a' day sawing, Daunert doun to Mungo Blues'. KEEN Dryster Jock was sitting cracky, Wi' Pate Tamson o' the Hill; " Come awa'," quo' Johnny, " Watty, Haith we'se hae anither gill." Watty, glad to see Jock Jabos, And sae mony neibors roun', Kicket frae his shoon the snawba's, Syne ayont the fire sat doun. Owre a board wi' bannocks heapit, Cheese and stoups and glasses stood; Some were roarin', ithers sleepit, Ithers quietly chew'd their cude. Jock was selling Pate some tallow, A' the rest a racket hell; A' but Watty, wha, puir fallow, Sat and smoket by himsel'. Mungo filled him up a toothfu', Drank his health and Meg's in ane ; Watty, puffing oot a mouthfu', Pledged him wi' a dreary grane. �4 " Trouth your chafts are fa'in in ! Something's wrang—I'm vexed to see you— Gudesake ! but ye're desperate thin !" What's the matter, Watty, wi' you " Ay,' quo' Watty, " things are altered, But it's past redemption now; L—d ! I wish I had been haltered When I married Maggy Howe ! I've been poor, and vexed, and raggy, Tried wi' troubles no that sma; Them I bore—but marrying Maggy, Laid the capstane o' them a'. Night and day she's ever yelping, Wi' the weans she ne'er can gree ; When she's tired wi' perfect skelping, Then she flees like fire on me. See ye, Mungo ! when she'll clash on Wi' her everlasting clack, Whiles I've had my nieve in passion Lifted up to break her back !" " O, for gudesake, keep frae cuffets," Mungo shook his head and said; " Weel I ken what sort o' life it's ; After Bess and I were kippled, Soon she grew like ony bear; Brak' my shins, and when I tippled, Harl't oot my very hair. For a wee I quietly knuckled, But when naething would prevail, Up my claes and cash I buckled — 'Bess, for ever fare-ye-weel !' Ken ye, Watty, how I did ? �5 Then her din grew less and less aye, Haith I gart her change her tune; Now, a better wife than Bessie Never stept in leather shoon. Try this, Watty—when you see her Raging like a roaring flood, Swear that moment that ye'll lea her, That's the way to keep her good." Laughing, sangs, and lasses' skirls, Echoed now out through the roof; " Done !" quo' Pate, and syne his erls Nailed the Dryster's wauked loof. In the thrang o' stories telling, Shaking hauns and ither cheer, Faith ! a chap comes on the hallan, " Mungo, is our Watty here ?" Maggy's weel-kent tongue and hurry Darted through him like a knife, Up the door flew—like a fury In came Watty's scaul'ing wife. " Nasty, gude-for-naething being ! O ye snuffey, drucken sow ! Bringing wife and weans to ruin, Drinking here wi sic a crew ! Devil nor your legs were broken, Sic a life nae flesh endures, Toiling like a slave to sloken You, ye dyvor, and your whores. Rise, ye drucken beast o' Bethel; Drink's your nicht and day's desire; Rise, this precious hour, or faith I'll Fling your whisky i' the fire !" �6 Watty heard her tongue unhallowed, Pay'd his groat wi' little din, Left the house, while Maggy followed. Flyting a' the road behin'. Fowk frae every door came lamping, Maggy curst them ane and a'; Clappet wi' her hands, and stamping, Lost her bauchles in the snaw. Hame, at length, she turned the gavel, Wi' a face as white's a cloot, Raging like a very devil, Kicking stools and chairs aboot. " Hang you, sir ! I'll be your death ; Little hauds my hand—confound ye But I'll cleave you to the teeth." Watty, wha, 'midst this oration, Eyed her whiles, but durstna speak, Sat like patient Resignation, Trembling by the ingle cheek. Sad his wee drap brose he sippit, Maggy's tongue gaed like a bell, Quietly to his bed he slippit, Sighing aften to himsel'— " Nane are free frae some vexation, Ilk ane has his ills to dree, But through a' the hale creation Is a mortal vext like me?" A' nicht lang he row'd and gaunted, Sleep or rest he couldna' tak ; Maggy aft wi' horror haunted, Mum'ling started at his back. Ye'il sit wi' your limmers round you, �7 Soon as e'er the morning peepit, Up raise Watty, waefu' chiel, Kiss'd his weanies while they sleepit, Waukened Meg, and sought fareweel. " Fareweel, Meg !—and O ! may Heaven Keep you aye within his care : Watty's heart ye've lang been grievin', Now he'll never fash ye mair. Happy could I been beside you, Happy, baith at morn and e'en : A' the ills did e'er betide you, Watty aye turned out your frien'. But ye ever like to see me Vext and sighing, late and air: Fareweel, Meg ! I've sworn to lea' thee, So thou'll never see me mair." Meg, a' sabbing, sae to lose him, Sic a change had never wist, Held his hand close to her bosom, While her heart was like to burst. " O my Watty, will ye lea' me, Frien'less, helpless, to despair ? O ! for this ae time forgie me : Never will I vex you mair." " Ay ! ye've aft said that, and broken A' your vows ten times a-week, No, no, Meg ! see, there's a token Glittering on my bonnet cheek. Owre the seas I march this morning Listed, tested, sworn and a, Forced by your confounded girning— Farewell, Meg ! for I'm awa'." �8 Then poor Maggy's tears and clamour Gushed afresh, and louder grew, While the weans, wi' mournfu' yamour, Round their sabbing mither flew. " Through the yirth I'll waun'er wi' you— Stay, O Watty ! stay at hame; Here, upon my knees, I'll gie you Ony vow ye like to name. See your puir young lammies pleadin'; Will ye gang and break our heart 1 No a house to put oor head in, No a friend to tak our part !" Ilka word came like a bullet, Watty's heart begoud to shake; On a kist he laid his wallet, Dighted baith his een and spake :— " If ance mair I could by writing, Lea' the sogers and stay still, Wad you swear to drap your flyting ?" " Yes, O Watty, yes I will." " Then," quo' Watty, " mind, be honest; Aye to keep your temper strive ; Gin ye break this dreadfu' promise Never mair expect to thrive. Marget Howe, this hour ye solemn Swear by everything that's gude, Ne'er again your spouse to scaul' him, While life warms your heart and bluid. That ye'll ne'er in Mungo's seek me, Ne'er put 'drucken' to my name, Never put at e'ening steek me, Never gloom when I come hame. �9 That yell ne'er, like Bessy Miller, Kick my shins or rug my hair ; Lastly, I'm to keep the siller This, upon your soul, you swear ?" "O—h! " quo' Meg ; " aweel, quo' Watty, Farewell! faith I'll try the seas : " O stand still ! " quo' Meg, and grat aye ; " Ony, ony way ye please." Maggy syne, because he prest her, Swore to a' thing owre again : Watty lap, and danced, and kist her, Wow, but he was wondrous fain. Down he threw his staff victorious, Aff gaed bonnet, claes and shoon, Syne below the blankets, glorious, Held anither Hinney-Moon! THE LOSS O' THE PACK. A TRUE TALE. ; BOUT-GATES I hate, quo' girning Maggy Pringle, Syne harled Watty, greeting, through the ingle. Since this fell question seems sae lang to hing on, In twa-three words I'll gie ye my opinion :— " I wha stand here, in this bare scoury coat, Was ance a packman, wordy mony a groat : I've carried packs as bigs your meikle table, I've scarted pats, and sleepit in a stable ; Sax pounds I wadna for my pack ance ta en, And I could bauldly brag 'twas a' mine ain. �10 Aye ! thae were days indeed, that gart me hope Aiblins, through time, to warsle up a shop : And as a wife aye in my noddle ran, I ken'd my Kate wad grapple at me than. O Kate was past compare ! sic cheeks ! sic een ! Sic smiling looks, were never, never seen, Dear, dear I lo'ed her, and whane'er we met, Pleaded to have the bridal-day but set : Stappit her pouches fu' o' preens and laces, And thought mysel' weel paid wi' twa-three kisses: Yet still she put it aff frae day to day, And aften kindly in my lug wad say, " Ae half year langer is nae unco stop, We'll marry then, and syne set up a shop." O, Sir, but lasses' words are saft and fair, They soothe our griefs, and banish ilka care ; Wha wadna toil to please the lass he lo'es A lover true minds this in a he does. Finding her mind was thus sae firmly bent, And that I couldna get her to relent, There was nought left, but quietly to resign, To heeze my pack for ae lang hard campaign; And as the Highlands was the place for meat, 1 ventured there in spite of wind and weet. Cauld now the Winter blew and deep the snaw For three haill days incessantly did fa'; Far in a muir, amang the whirling drift, Whar nought was seen but mountains and the lift, I lost my road, and wandered mony a mile, Maist dead wi' cauld and hunger, fright and toil. Thus wand'ring, east and west, I kend na' where, My mind o'er come wi' gloom and black despair, Wi' a fell ringe, I plunged at ance, forsooth, Down through a wreath o' snaw, up to my mouth; Clean o'er my head my precious wallet flew, But whar it gaed, Lord kens, I never knew. ? �11 What great misfortunes are pour'd down on some, I thought my fearfu' hinder en' was come ; Wi' grief and sorrow was my soul o'ercast, Ilk breath I drew was like to be my last, For aye the mair I warsled roun' and roun', I fand mysel' aye stick the deeper down; Till ance at length, wi' a prodigious pull, I drew my poor cauld carcase frae the hole. Lang, lang I sought, and graippit for my pack Till nicht and hunger forced me to come back. For three lang hours I wandered up and down, Till chance, at last, conveyed me to a town; There, wi' a trembling hand, I wrote my Kate A sad account of a' my luckless fate; But bade her aye be kind, and no despair Since life was left, I soon wad gather mair; Wi' whilk, I hoped, within a towmond's date, To be at hame, and share it a' wi' Kate. Fool that I was, how little did I think That love would soon be lost for fau't o' clink. The loss of fair-won wealth, though hard to bear, Afore this—ne'er had power to force a tear. I trusted time wad bring things round again, And Kate, dear Kate, wad then be a' mine ain, Consoled my mind, in hopes o' better luck, But O! what sad reverse !—how thunderstruck ! When ae black day brang word frae Rab my brither, That Kate was cried, and married on anither. Though a' my friends, and ilka comrade sweet At ance, had drapped cauld dead at my feet; Or though I'd heard the last day's dreadfu' ca', Nae deeper horror on my heart could fa' : I cursed myself I cursed my luckless fate, I grat—and sobbing, cried—O Kate ! O Kate ! �12 Frae that day forth, I never mair did weel, Bat drank, and ran headforemost to the deil. MY siller vanished, far frae hame I pined, But Kate for ever ran across my mind; In her were a' my hopes—these hopes were vain, And now—I'll never see her like again. Twas this, Sir President, that gart me start, Wi' meikle grief and sorrow at my heart, To gie my vote, frae sad experience, here, That disappointed love is waur to bear, Ten thousand times, than loss o' warld's gear." DONALD AND HIS DOG; OR, THE ROBBER OUTWITTED. twa hills that tower'd up to the clouds, Clad owre wi' fragrant heather, bent, and woods ; 'Mang steeps, and rocks, and waters fallin,' Was Highland Donald's humble dwallin'. Aroun' his hut, beneath his eye, Fed 'bout a score o' stirks and kye; Whilk, wi' his wife and family, were His pleasure, and peculiar care. Amang sic barren heights and howes, Where grain, for food, but scanty grows, His family were but sparely fed ; Richt coarse and barely were they clad. Yet he was wi' his lot content, Except when pinched to pay his rent. Indeed, he wi' his laird for years Had, 'gainst his will been in arrears, For whilk he had to thole the snarl And threats o' the tyrannic carl, Till Donald's independent spirit Nae langer was resolved to bear it ; And dangers was resolved to scorn, BETWEEN �13 Either to make a spoon, or spoil a horn. He shrewd and clever was I trew, Spoke Gaelic weel, and Lawlan' too ; And as he was an honest chiel, By a; his neighbours liket weel, Ae nicht, contriving what to do, To keep himsel' aboon the broo, A plan he model'd in his head, And thus it down before them laid :— In twa weeks hence, in England, there Would be a great black-cattle fair, Whar kye, he learned frae men o' dealin's, Gae double price gi'en in the Highlands'; Now, if wi' what he could himsel' Spare safely frae his flock to sell, They would mak' up a drove amang them, He pledged his word he wouldna' wrang them; But render at his coming back A just account o' ilka plack. So ilka ane agreed to gie Out o' his flock, some twa, some three, Till he a handsome drove collecket, And to the south his way direcket. He mounted was upon a pony ; A dog his servant was and crony ; And by his side, like ony lord, There hung a braid sheep-headed sword, No as a weapon o' offence, But 'case o' need for self-defence ; For, they wha liked, rich or poor, Might wear a sword, in days o' yore. Baith air and late, baith wat and dry, The dog and Donald drave the kye. At length wi muckle toil and care, A' safe and sound, they reached the fair. The kye were sauld, the price was paid ; 'Twas down in yellow guineas laid. The gowd he in his purse soon steeket : The price was mair than he expecket, �14 Whilk raised his heart, and I wat weel, He thought himsel' a clever chiel. Instead o' Donald lounging careless About the fair, to keek at ferlies ; To booze wi' limmers, or to gamble, Or spend his cash in ony ramble; He wisely mounts his Highland shelty, And taks the road on, helty skelty. As he rode on, and cracked his whup, A gentleman cam riding up, Who bade good-day, wi' friendly air, And speer'd if he'd been at the fair; So Donald, without vain parade, Returned him thanks, and said he had, And a' his business, tap and tail o't, When at the fair, he tauld the hale o't. Richt crouse they grew wi' ane anither, And mony stories tauld tae ither, 'Bout kings, and priests, and great commanders ; The wars in Britain, France, and Flanders. When mony miles they'd rode, in league, They in a hollow reached a brig, Across a burn, that ran wi' ease, Down through a glen adorned wi' trees. Now, 'twas a bonnie summer day, And a' the fields were clad, and gay, They stopt, and drapt their tales and jokin', Their horses' lowing drouth to slocken, And 'greed some little time should pass, To let them rest, and eat some grass. As Donald and his comrade sat Upon the green, resumed their chat. And Donald's dog, before their feet, Lay stretched and panting wi' the heat, And Donald's sword whilk he did carry Beneath his hodden-gray Bavary, The gentleman's attention seized, Wha begged a sight o't, if he pleased, Whilk Donald drew, an' frankly gave him; �15 In confidence he'd not deceive him. The billy thanked him for the sight o't, And praised the beauty, size, and weight o't; Syne spiered at Donald, on his word, If maist he trusted—dog or sword; Suppose the case, that ony pad, Should seek the money that he had. ' The sword,' quo Donald, ' I can wield, And should sic wretch, by road or field E'er daur demand frae me a shillin', I'd plung't wi' freedom in the villain. Yet ne'er the less for a my cracks o't. I wouldna gie my dog for sax o't, Wi' that, the fallow, at a word, Chapt aff the dog's head wi' the sword, Syne pointed it to Donald's heart, And swore he wi' his cash should part, Or instantly, wi' stabs and cuts, He'd pierce his heart and rip his guts. 'O! O !' says Donald, ' spare my life, For sake o' my poor weans and wife ; Ha'e, there's the cash, but wi' what shame And grief must I face friends at hame ! They'll no believe a word o't either! Lord help's, I'm ruined a' thegither !' Stop,' says the fellow, ' cease your crying, Your friends will not suspect you're lying; They will believe what you say to them, From evidence that you shall gie them. From every one I rob, I've credit, By giving me his hand I did it; My comrades and I together, This token give to one another. One of your hands must go with me ; Come, take your choice, which shall it be ?' ' My dog is gane, and darling purse; And now my hand ! still worse and worse. Ha'e mercy on me,' Donald prays, 'I'll be a beggar a' my days.' �16 ' No mercy for you,' cried the wretch ; ' Down with it, I'll make quick despatch.' ' Weel, weel,' says Donald, 'I submit, But ae request grant if it's fit, That is, if my right hand must go, Driv't aff at ae most desperate blow ; No, on the saft green there, perhaps, Ye'll pine me sair, by several chaps ; But ye'll at ance, mair siccar do't On yonder smooth tree's spreading root.' Poor Donald's prayer was heard ; he then Made bare his left hand shackle bane, And on the tree root laid it quaking ; The robber now his aim was taking. Wi' baith hands raised the vengefu' whittle, And as he struck wi' awfu' ettle, Sly Donald slipt his arm ajee, And firm the sword stack in the tree. ' Ha'e at you now, you cruel wretch !' Quo' Donald, ' I am now your match.' Wi' that he seized him by the collar Gie'd him a jerk that gart him holler, His Highland blood boiled in a passion, He gie'd his face a horrid bashin ; Syne drew his cravat round sae tight, That he was strangled maist outright. By these means Donald man'd to mak His hand secure ahint his back, Syne on the beast he put the billy, Wi's feet tied underneath its belly. The dog, whilk Donald mourned fu' sore, A frightfu' sight o' reeking gore, He on ahint the fallow placed Across the hurdies o' the beast. Syne Donald's triumph to evince, He mounts his beast as proud's a prince, Brandish'd the sword and dar'd the blade, To move his hands, feet, tongue, or head— That if he did, he warned him now, �17 Up to the hilt he'd run him through. Sae, on the road they trudged alang, And Donald crooned a Highland sang. They reached the toon, folk were surprised, The robber soon was recognised ; The magistrates there brawly kent him, For mair than ance he'd been fornent them. For mony years, his deeds o' horror Had kept baith far and near in terror. For whilk, whae'er would apprehend him, And to the nearest prison send him, Would be entitled to regard, And fifty guineas o' reward, Whilk Donald got, in word and deed. NEW WAY OF RAISING THE WIND; OR, HABBIE SIMPSON AND HIS WIFE. [This highly humourous and truly Scottish production celebrates an adventure of the renowned Habbie Simpson, which actually occurred. Habbie appears to have been rather a privileged character, for besides being the best piper in the west country, he was possessed of many eccentricities, the oddity and originality of which always rendered him a welcome and amusing companion. That he was regarded as no common character may be inferred from the fact that a statue of him, pipes and all, was erected in a prominent niche of the steeple of Kilbarchan, his native village, where it yet stands a very significant testimony of the esteem in which he was held.] I pit nae doubt but ye've a' heard tell o' Habbie Simpson, the piper o' Kilbarchan, but I'm no thinking ye ever heard the story that I'm gaun to tell ye �18 about him and his wife, Janet. Weel, ye see, it sae happened that Habbie, like mony mae now-a-days, was gayen fond o' a wee drap o' the blue, and as the story gangs, sae was his wife, so that it geyan often happened that when Habbie yokit the fuddle, Janet she yokit it tae. Noo, it's an auld saying, and a geyan true ane, that when a caunel is lichtit at baith ends, it sune burns dune, and it was sae verified in the present case; for Habbie waukened ae morning after a hard fuddle, and says to Janet— ' Rise, woman, and see if ye can get me half-a-gill, for, oh ! my head is like to split.' 'Half-a-gill!' quo Janet; ' whaur wad I get it when there's no a plack in the house ? and as for takin't on, ye ken that's clean out o' the question, so ye maun just lie still and thole the best way ye can.' ' Oh, Janet! ' cries Habbie again, ' you're no amiss at scheming—is there nae way ava ve can think on to raise the wind ?' ' I'll tell ye what I'll do,' quo Janet ; ' I'll awa to the Laird o' Johnstone, and I'll tell him that ye're deid, and as you're a great favourite o' his, I'm sure I'll get something frae him to help tae bury ye.' ' Od, but that will do grand,' quo Habbie. Sae up Janet gets, and awa to the Laird's house, when, ringing the bell, the door was opened by the lady, who, seeing Janet sae pitiful-looking, she says—' Keep us a' this day, is there onything wrang at hame that ye hae come here sae early in the morning ? ' Wrang,' quo Janet, dichtin' her een wi' the tail o' her apron, ' A's wrang thegither, my leddy. Isna oor Habbie deid !' ' Habbie deid !' quo the lady in surprise. ' A-weel-wat is he, my leddie,' quo Janet, ' and a sair trial it is to me, my leddie ; for there's no as muckle in the house, this morning, as would feed a sparrow; and whaur to get onything I'm sure I dinna ken. Oh dear ! oh dear ! that ever I should come to this o't.' ' Compose yourself,' quo the leddy, 'and come your wa's ben, and we'se see what can be done.' Sae, in gangs Janet wi' the lady, and gets a basket �19 wi' some biscuits and speerits, and ither articles needfu' for sic an occasion; and thanking the lady for her kindness, comes awa hame to Habbie fu' blythely, when doon they sat, nor did they rise till they made an end o' the contents o' the basket. Noo, as the auld sang says, the mair ye drink the drier ye turn; for they were nae sooner dune than Habbie says—' Losh, Janet, that's real guid ; can ye no get some mair o't ?' 'Na, na,' quo Janet, ' I hae played my turn already; it's your turn noo.' ' Oh, vera weel,' quo Habbie, ' if it's my turn noo, ye maun jist be deid next.' ' Ods, I hae nae objections,' quo she; ' sae awa ye gang, and let's see what ye can do.' Weel, awa gangs Habbie, and meeting the Laird jist coming hame frae a hunting party, he says—' This is a fine day, Laird.' ' A fine day, Habbie,' quo' the Laird; ' hoo's a wi' ye ? Are ye no coming up to play us a spring on the pipes the nicht ?' 'It wadna look very weel, Laird, for me to be playing on the pipes at your house, and my ain wife lying a corpse at hame.' ' What ! is Janet deid?' quo' the Laird. ' Atweel is she,' quo' Habbie; ' and I'm sure it couldna hae happened at a waur time, for there's neither meat nor siller in the house, and hoo to get her decently aneath the yird, I'm sure I dinna ken.' 'Dinna vex yoursel about that,' quo' the Laird, gi'en him some money; ' there's a trifle for you.' Habbie thanked the Laird for his kindness, bade him guid day, and cam hame geyan weel pleased wi' what he had gotten, and sends Janet oot wi' the bottle to get mair whisky to carry on the spree. In the meantime, hame gangs the Laird, whaur the first thing that he heard was, that Habbie Simpson was deid. ' Na, na,' quo he, ' It's no Habbie, it's only Janet.' 'It's Habbie,' quo' the leddy. 'Wasna Janet here this morning hersel and tell't me ? and didna she get awa some speerits and biscuits, as she said there was nothing in the house !' 'And didna I meet Habbie just as �20 I was coming hame, when he tell'd me that Janet was deid. But I see hoo it is—they are at their auld tricks again. But come, we'll awa' to Habbie's, and see what they're about. In the meantime, Habbie and Janet are fuddlin' in fine style, and lauchin' heartily at the way ta'en to raise the wind, when Janet cries—'Guid preserve us, Habbie, what's to be dune noo ! I declare if that's no the laird and the leddy, and they're coming straueht here !' ' I dinna ken,' quo' Habbie, ' what to do unless we are baith deid.' Sae in the bed they gaed, and they were nae sooner doon, than the laird and lady cam in, and seeing Habbie and Janet in bed, he says—' Waes me! isna that awfu' to see !—the man and wife baith deid ! But I'd gie five shillings this moment to ken which o' the twa dee't first.' The words were nae sooner out o' his mouth than up jumps Habbie, crying—4 It was me, Laird ; noo, gie me thefiveshillings.' It is needless to add that the Laird gied Habbie the money ; and mony a hearty laugh he had when he thought on the way Habbie and his wife had ta'en to Raise the Wind. THE W E S T KINTRA WEAVER TURNED TEETOTALER. [This celebrated Scottish story used to be told by the late John Drummond, with tremendous applause.] It's as fack as death, I'm maist burning wi' shame to haud up my head before sic a respectable company, particularly as my character, drawn in gey black colours, has been here before me; but as ye hae heard the first o't, and I hope the warst o't, I trust �21 that yell pay attention to, what remains o' my history, and yell be better able to judge o' the story through and through. Weel, fock, I'm the Kilbarchan weaver, Sawnie Perkar's uncle that got himsel' fon about a twalmonth syne, kicket up a rippet wi' the landlady, and twa or three mae that pretended to be my friends, but sat on my coat-tail a' that day; but what I'm maist anxious to inform you is this—I learned a lesson that I'll no soon forget, and the happy result has been, that frae that day to this, spirits o' ony kind hasna crossed my craig; and I'm proud to say't, that Janet Galbraith, my lawfu' married wife, has a' the credit o' the happy change. I own that I was foolish, very foolish ; and I daursay I might hae remained foolish tae this very day had it no been for the kind, the soothing, the winning gaet o' my ain wife Janet, wha addressed me in the following good-natured strain :— 'Robin,' quo' she 'Robin, mony an advice I hae gien ye, man, but your sair head and your toom pouch this morning show plainly that I hae laboured in vain ! Noo, I wad gie ye an advice, if ye wad but tak it man—it's done thousands guid that hae waded a heap deeper in the ditch than ever ye did. My simple request is this, Robin, that ye'll summon up a' your resolution, and join the Teetotalers !' Aweel fock, I was at the time labouring under an awfu' remorse o' conscience—a state o' mind weel named the horrors—when Janet's words fell on my lugs, and re-echoed the qualms o' the faithfu' monitor within. I saidna muckle at the time, but I assure ye I thocht hard; and I there and then determined, that as soon as the shaking o' my hand wad permit me to seart down my name, down it wad gang, and then if it should rain whisky, I wad put up my umbrella to keep it aff me ! Weel, I gaed awa aboot it at e'en and found out the secretary o' the Society, and I scarted down my name in round write, coorse eneugh to be seen on baith sides, and hurried hame to tell �22 the wife, Janet; and on hearing the news, she maist lap bank-height wi' joy; and noo the Saturday nichts are the happy reverse o' what they were in former days, for instead o' gaun hame the waur o' the base liquor, whisky, I gang hame wi' my siller jingling in my pouch, wi' my waft in the tae hand, and a sheep's head in the tither, and the trotters sticking oot o' every coat and waistcoat pouch like young kangaroos, and my head stuffed fu' o' temperance news, and my bonnet wi' as mony tracts on the same subject, as, if spread out, wad mak a gude Reformer's flag. Time wad fail me, folk, to tell ye a' the benefits o' the new system; but I was just anxious to appear amang ye for the double purpose o' redeeming my character, and recommending that cause to ithers that has been sic a wonderfu' blessing to m y s e l ' . ' ' JOHN TAMSON'S CART. " ' We're a' John Tamson's bairns'—that's an auld Scotch sayin', and a true yin. I kent John Tamson weel. He had strapping lads and lasses baith, and he lived in that part o' Glasgow that was remarkable for the march o' Sir William Wallace to attack the English General Percy. Ye'll be speiring whare's that. Weel, it's just the Brunt Barns. His next door neighbour was yin Will Galbraith, a coal carter, like himsel. So ae nicht, after a hard day's wark, he meets Will. ' Hech, Will, there's a gae cauld kind o' nicht. Hae ye ony objections tae a dram ?' 'No,' quo Will, 'whar will we gang ?' ' We'll just gang ower to Lucky Sourkail's.' Weel, they sat down, and they had ae dram after anither, till the proper corrective that aften parts gude company, �23 gard them rise—that's the bottom o' a toom pouch. 'Hech,' says John, 'I ll hae to be up before the sparrows, to gae wa' for a cart o' coals.' Weel, he was as gude's his word; he waukened frae the side o' Mrs Tamson, and yokes the horse geyan canny, and he's no lang till he's through Camlachie toll. But, faith, in that quiet part o' the road between Camlachie and Parkhead, John fa's fast asleep. But wha the devil should come by but Bauldy Baird, and he's a gey gleg kind o' a chiel—he disna like to let a gude opportunity slip out o' his hand. So he unyoked John's horse geyan canny, and he sets down the cart as canny. It happened to be Ru'glen Fair morning; and he kent weel whare he was taking his bargain till; so he left John driving his pigs to the market geyan comfortable. But as John suddenly fell asleep, he as suddenly wakened, and looking up wi' his ae e'e half opened, he looks first to the tae side o' the cart, and syne to the tither, and he cries ' Gor, I canna understan' the meaning o' this at a'. As the Laird M'Nab said when he cam' in at the winning-post at Perth races—" By the Lord, this is me now " ; but I canna exclaim wi' the Laird M'Nab,—for, by my faith, this is no me !—but there's ae thing I can see, that if I'm John Tamson, I've lost a horse; but if I'm no John Tamson, I've found a cart. But how will I find out this? I'll jist awa hame to the wife, for she settles a' my accounts; she'll settle this yin tae.' Weel, awa hame he comes, geyan briskly, and he's no lang till he's at his ain door; and he cries out, 'Am I John Tamson ?' Mrs. Tamson puts o'er her hand to find for honest John— 'Na, na,' quo she, 'ye're no John Tamson; he's awa to his wark twa or three hours syne.' ' Od, I'm glad o' that,' quo' he, 'for if I had been John Tamson, I would have lost a horse; but, as I'm no John Tamson, Lord, I've found a cart!'" �24 TAKIN' IT OUT O' HIS MOUTH. A placid minister, near Dundee, preaching about the prophet Jonah, said :— 'Ken ye, brethren, what fish it was that swallowed him ? Aiblins ye may think it was a shark; nae, nae, my brethren, it was nae shark; or aiblins ye may think it was a saumon; nae, nae, my brethren, it was nae saumon; or aiblins ye may think it was a dolphin ; nae, nae, my brethren, it was nae dolphin.' Here, an old woman, thinking to help her pastor out of a dead lift, cried out, ' Aiblins, Sir, it was a dunter' (the vulgar name of a species of whale common to the Scotch coast). 'Aiblins, Madam, ye're an auld witch for taking the word o' God out o' my mouth,' was the reply of the disappointed rhetorician. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1f658d2ceaa8e25c004a64520d9ad0e9.jpg bffdc741f12cbd837cfe59c7c7d7fb57 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 3480 Width 2068 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 Watty and Meg, Or, The Wide Reclaimed; Together with Habbie Simpson and his wife, or, A new way of raising the wind; Donald and his dog; The West Kintra Weaver turned Teetotaler; The loss o' the pack; John Tamson's Cart; Takin' it out o' his mouth. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923442923505154">s0217b88</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Wide Reclaimed Habbie Simpson and his wife A new way of raising the wind Donald and his dog The West Kintra Weaver turned Teetotaler The loss o' the pack; John Tamson's Cart Takin' it out o' his mouth. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Wilson, Alexander, 1766-1813 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource circa 1840 per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 17 cm Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Kilbarchan, Renfrewshire, Scotland Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Paisley Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3002 Width 1832 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/265cdc93a610d26db581e6b4ef95b3b7.pdf a479f8871c39655b2d5f4ede2d950f8f PDF Text Text W A T T Y A I D MUG-: OR, T H E WIFE REFORMED. FALKIRK: P R I N T E D FOR T H E B O O K S E L L E R S . �WATTY AND MEG. KEEN the frosty winds were blawing, Deep the snaw had wreath'd the ploughs, Watty, wearied a' day sawing, Daunert down to Mungo Blue's. Dryster Jock was sitting cracky, Wi' Pate Tamson o' the hilj, " Come awa," quo' Johnny, " Watty ! Haith w e s e ha'e anither gill." Watty, glad to see Jock Jabos, And sae mony neibours roun', Kicked frae his she on the snaw ba's. Syne ayont the fire sat down. Owre a board wi' bannocl- s heatpet, Cheese, and stoups, and glasses stood ; Some were roaring, ithers sleepit, Ithers quietly chew'd their cude. Jock was selling Pate some tallow, A* the rest a racket hell, A' but Watty, wha, poor fallow ! Sat and smoket by hi'mse!'. M u n g o fill'd him up a toothfu', Drank his health and M e g s in ane, Watty, puffing up a mouthfu', Pledg'd hin\ wi' a weary grane. ''What's the matter, Watty, wi' you ? Trouth, your chafts are fa'ing in ! Something's wrang^-i'm vex'd to see y o u — Gudesake ! but your desp'rate thin ! " « A y , " quo' Watty, "things are alter'd, But it's past redemption now ; �3 Oh ! I wish I had been halter'd When I married Maggy H o w e ! I've been poor, and vex'd and raggy, Try'd wi' troubles no that sma'; Them I bore—but marrying Maggy Laid the cape-stane o' them a\ Night and day she's ever yelping, Wi' the weans she ne ! er can gree : When she's tir'd wi' perfect skelping, Then she flees like fire on me. See ye, M u n g o ! when she'll clash on Wi* her everlasting eleck, Whiles I've had my nieve, in passion, Lifted up to break her back ! " " O for gudesake keep frae cufFets ! " Mungo shook his head and said; " Weel, I ken what sort o' life it's ; Ken ye, Watty, how I d i d ? After Bess and I were kippled, Soon she grew like ony bear, Brak my shins, and when I tippled, Haurl't out my very hair! For a wee I quietly knuckled; But when naething could prevail, Up my claes and cash I buckled,— " Bess, for ever fare ye weel." Then her din grew less and less aye, Haith I gart her change her tune; Now a better wife than Bessy Never stept in leather shoon. �4 Try this, Watty.—When y e see her Raging like a roaring flood, Swear that moment that ye'll lea' her ; That's the way to keep her good." Laughing, sangs, and lasses' skirls, Echoes now out through the r o o f : " D o n e !" quo' Pate, and syne his erls, Nail'd the Dryster's wauket loof. In the thrang o* stories telling, Shaking hauns, and ither cheer, Swith ! a chap comes on the hall an, " Mungo, is our Watty here ?" Maggy's weel kent tongue and hurry Darted through him like a knife; U p ti e door flog—like a fury In came Watty's scalding wife. " Nasty, gude-for-naething b e i n g ! ( ) ye snuffy drucken sow ! Bringing wife and weans to ruin, Drinking here wi' sic a crew ! Deevil nor your legs were broken f Sic a life nae flesh endures; Toiling like a slave to slocken You, ye dyvour, and your whores! Rise, ye drucken beast o' Bethel! Drink's your night and day's desire : Rise, this precious hour! or, faith, I'll Fling your whisky i' the fire" Watty heard her tongue unhallow'd, Pay'd his groat wi' little dins �5 Left the house, while Maggy fallow'd, Fly ting a* the road belli n'. Fowk frae every door cam lamping, Maggy curst them ane an a', Clappet wi4 her hands, and stamping Lost her bauchles i' the straw. Harne, at length,, she turned the gavel, Wi4 a face as white's a clout, Raging like a very deevil, Kicking stools and chairs about. " Ye'll sit wi4 yours limmers round you f Hang you, Sir ! I'll be your death ! Little hauds my hands, confound you ! But I'll cleave you to the teeth." Watty, wha, 'midst this oration, E'ed her whiles, but durstna speak, Sat like patient Resignation, Trem'ling by the ingle cheek. Sad his wee drap brose he sippet, Maggy's tongue gaed like a bell, Quietly to his bed he slippet, Sighing aften to himsel'J Nane are free frae some vexation, Ilk ane has his ills to dree ; But through a' the hale creation Is a mortal vex'd like me !" u A4 night lang he row't and gaunted, Sleep or rest he cou'dna tak ; Maggy, aft wi' horror haunted, Mum'ling, started at his back. �6 Soon a« e'er the morning peepet, Up raise Watty, waefn' ehiel; Kist his weanies, while they sleepet, Wauken'd Meg and sought fareweel. Fareweel M e g ! — A n d oh ! may Heaven Keep you aye within his c a r e : Watty's hea.i t ye've lang been greiving, Now he'll never fash you mair. 44 Happy cou'd I been beside you, Happy, baith at morn and e'en : A ' the ills that did e'er betide you, Watty aye turn'd out your frien. But you ever like to see me Vext and sighing,, late and air; Fareweel, M e g ! I've sworn to lea' thee, So thou'lt never see me mair.1' Meg, a' sabbing sae to lose him. Sic a change had never wist, Held his hand close to her bosom, While her heart was like to burst. " O, my Watty» will you lea* me, Frien'less, helpless, to despair ! O ! for this ae time forgie m e ; Never shall I vex: you mair." " A y ! ye've aft said that,, and broken A' your vows ten times a week, No, no ! Meg t see there's a token Glittering on my bonnet cheek. Owre the seas I maj'ch this m i n i n g , Listed, tested, sworn, and a', �7 Forc'd by your confounded girning— Farewell, Meg ! for I'm awa." Then poor Maggy's tears and clamour Gush'd afresh, and louder grew ; While the weans wi' mournfu' yamour, Round their sabbing-.mother flew. "Thro' the yirth I'll waunner wi' you-— Stay, O Watty ! stay at hame : Here upo' my knees l'U gi'e you Ony vow you like to name. See your puir young lammies pleading, Will you gang and break our heart ? No a house to put our head in ! No a friend to take our part !" Ilka word came like a bullet; Watty's heart began to shake ; On a kist he laid his wallet, Dighted baith his een and spake. " I f a n c e mair I cou'd, by writing, Lea' (he sodgers and stay still, Wad ye swear to drap your fliting 1" " Yes, O Watty ! yes I will." <! Then," quo' Watty, " mind be honest; Aye to keep youV temper strive: Gin you break this dreadfu' promise, Never mair expect to thrive. Marget Howe ? this hour ye solemn Swear, by ever thing that's gude, ^e'er again your spouse to seal' him, While life warms your heart and blood. �8 That ye'il ne'er in Mungo's seek me—Ne'er put drucken to my name— •SJever out at e'ening steek m e — Never gloom when I come hame. > That ye'll ne'er, like Bessie Miller, Kick my shins, or rug my hair— Lastly, I'm to keep the siller, This upo' your saul you swear?" 4*1 ,,-AT mt m RR oil | 4'i' « O—li !" quo' M e g ; — " Aweel, quo' Watty, f d ^ H im " Fareweel! faith, I'll try the seas." " O stand still," quo' Meg ; and grat ave ; " Ony, ony way ye please.' Maggy syne, because he prest her, Swore to a' things owre again : Watty lap, and danc'd, and kist her, Wow ! but he was woiTrous fain. if; p o m^ Down he threw his staff victorious ; Aff gaed bannet, claes, and shoon ; Syne below the blankets glorious, Held anither hinny moon. •f« 1V/ m • J VI. 1 r»:a; S'SM r bfl r[ » • mm A FINIS. r/ M ^Jj � 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 Watty and Meg: or, The Wife Reformed. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134473505154">s0100b01</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Wife Reformed. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image on the title page. Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage War Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh 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> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #55 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks (s0100b01) Abstract A summary of the resource. A humorous song about Watty and his wife, Meg, who nags and quarrels and scolds him within an inch of his life. One morning, after being yelled at in front of all his friends and dragged home by Meg after a night of drinking, he tells he is leaving her to join the army because she has driven him away with all her “flyting,” or quarreling. She begs him to stay and promises she will mind her tongue if only he won’t leave her and the children, which he agrees to after making her solemnly swear to give up her flyting forever. 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 Falkirk: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario