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Title A name given to the resource Woodcut illustration on title-page of a bird perched on a single branch. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ae2baed76815adc2319fc03dcb90bc1b.pdf da0dabfed03bbc536a41e9501f3b0298 PDF Text Text YOUNG G R I G O R ' S G H O S T , AN O H D S C O T C H SOSCU FEINTED r o E THE EOOKSELLEES. �GRIGOR'S GHOST. -oall ye young lovers in Scotland draw neru, Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear, Concerning two lovers that lived in the north, Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond Forth. This maid was the daughter of a gentleman Of the name of M'Far lane, and of the same clan; But Grigor was born in a Highland isle, And by blood relation her cousin we style COME But where riches are wanting we oftentimes see Few men are esteemed for their pedigree. *Tis father was forced, when he was a child, To leave this realm; and, when he was exiled, His lands they were forfeit, I let you know, Because of rebellion, the truth for to show. Both gold and vast riches he with him did give For his education, and how he might live. And solely he to the care of his friend, Was left by his father to be maintained; He learned him, indeed, to read and to write, In all rules of Arithmetic he made him perfect ; In Latin and French he taught him also, That he through the world was fit for to go. The king was recruiting, and all hands did employ, While her father as a servant used this young boy. i. f llJX A, �For all kinds of drudgery he made him to serve* And still to keep him as a corps of reserve ; Such a beautiful young man was not in the place, None could compare with him in stature and grace. The charming Miss Katie was oft in the way, One day in love's passion she to him did say— My dear cousin Grigor, I've something to tell, Which now from my bosom this day I reveal: You know that with lovers I'm plagued to the heart, But you are the object that makes me to smart; If you do but love me, dear cousin, said she, I'm happy for ever, so therefore be free. Then, said he, dear Katie, I'm all in a stun, I suppose your intentions are nothing but fun; But had I a subject to balance with you, I'd think myself happy your suit I might trow. 0, said she, dear Grigor, I'm no way in jest, And if you deny me then death's my request; You know the substance and wealth that I have, 'Tis enough to uphold us both gallant and brave. I know that my parents for more riches are bent, But a few years by nature will make them extinct. Till which time, my Grigor, I do make this vowv That I never will marry another but you. 0, then he consented and flew to her arms, And said, my dear Katie, I'm killed by your charms But if your parents this fond love should know, Fhey soon will cause our sad overthrow. Of t'l it, my dear Grigor, be silent I pray, This night we will part, and will meet the next day, �Under the broad oak by the cave in the glen, Where more of my mind to you I'll explain. P A R T II. Her mother next morning, by the blink of h er eye, Betwix^t her and Grigor great love did espy, And she to her husband the same soon revealed, Giving orders to watch them as they're in the field. All day then her father went looking about, And after her he still kept a look out, Till hard on the evening she went to the glen, Where Grigor was waiting to hear her explain The way they would manage and make matters go, Her father did follow and heard them also, He stepped in softly, stood over the cave, Hearing their discourses, how they would behave. At length he advanced, cried Grigor what now ? Is this the reward from such an orphan as you ? You know I've maintained you since seven years old, And now your intentions they seem very bold. Then Grigor ask'd pardon, and thus he did say, Sir, I'm at your disposal, then do as you may ; The old man in a passion there chiding did stand, Till Katie took courage and speech into hand. Why mean ye dear father on us for to frown ? Was this man a beggar I'm sure he's our own, He's of our kindred, our flesh, and our blood, And you know very well his behaviour is good. T i s him that I chose for my husband, and shall; Go, give all your riches to whom that you will, �6 Do not think I'm a hog or a horse to be sold, Away to some num-skull that has nought but gold ? The father in a rage to the mother did go, And told their proceedings with sorrow and woe; He seem'd that night as his auger had been gone, Lest that young Grigor from the place should abscond. jJut he sent a messenger into Inverness, Which brought out a party young Grigor to press And for to make ready gave no time we hear, He ask'd but one i&vour, a word of his dear. When being denied, the old man with a frown, Said, soldiers can have sweathearts in every town • A t this the young lady cried bitterly, May the heavens requite you for your cruelty. Young Grigor took courage and marched away, When the Captain viewed him thus to him did say. For the lady that lov'd you, sir, I pity her case, Who's lost such a beauty and sweet blooming face. His lady cried out, what a wretch can he be, Caus'd press this young man for no perjury. His long yellow hair to his middle hangs down, O'er his broad shoulders so fine round and round Now Grigor considering his pitiful case, Received the bounty, and swore the peace; His captain unto him a furlough he gave, To see his dear Katie he once more hid crave. Two lines he then sent her by a solid hand, That he under the oak at midnight would stand, For to wait upon her, and hear her complaint, And there for to meet him she was well content. �3 Hf*r \ows she renewed, and with tears not a few, And a gold ring on's finger as a token she drew, Which was not to move, come death or come life, Till that happy moment he made her his wife. She fain would go with him but he answered no, For your parents would follow and cause us more w M y Maker be witness, and this green oak, said he, That I never shall love a woman but thee. iirf And there then he left her a-weeping full sore, Poor creature she never got sight of him more, For in a short time thereafter he went to the sea, And left the sight of Britain with the tear in his eye, And went to America, their orders being so, There proved a gallant soldier, and valour did show; That for his good behaviour they ne'er could him blame From a Corporal to a Sergeant he became. fV t; '' '' /' t' 3 :f 7 "yvol jmH ybal erf* wl n.r, < /, -\a& vtaB-u-.f J dpMci Jaol e'odW 5 P A R T III. vrn' on 'rol ns«i annoy 883KJ nanflJ Being near Fort Niagara in the year fifty-nine, On the thirtieth of July, as he always did iiicline To frequent the green-wood, at some distant place, To breathe out his sorrows his mind to solace. ' * wo/. 1 Among the savage Indians, alas! there he fell, But how he was murdered we cannot well tell, > '* For on the next morning they found him there dead. r v>o Indians lay by him wanting their heads, # . Cut off with his broad-sword as is uixderstpo^, A s there all about him was nothing but bloocl; • • �Five Wounds on his body, his hair scalped away, •Hite clothes, sword, and pistol, of all made a prey. And one of his fingers from his hand they had cut, On which was the gold ring from his lover he got. In that very moment in Scotland we hear, A dreadful spectre to his love did appear. <;. .. • A s she was a-weeping under the green oak, He quickly passed by her and not a word spoke, Yet shaking his left hand, where the ring he did wear. It wanted a finger, and blood dropped there. Whereat the young lady was struck with amaze, And rose to run after and on him did gaze, && she knew it was Grigor, but how in that place, It made her to wonder and dread the sad case. With terror and grief home she did retire, And spent the whole night in weeping and prayer ; So early next morning she rose with the sun, And went back to the green oak to weep all alone. For always she esteemed that place as we hear, A s on it she got the last sight of her dear; As there she sat weeping and tearing her hair, Again the pale spectre to her did appear. And with a wild aspect it stared in her face, Then said, 0 dear Katie, do not me embrace, For I'm but a spirit though shining in blood, My body lies murdered in a foreign wood. There's two wounds in my body and three in my side, With hatchets and arrows that's both deep and wide My scalp and fine hair for a premium are sold, As also ihy finger with the ring of pure gold. �I Which you threw upon it as a mark of true love, Love's stronger than death, for it does remove, But my earnest desire it is for you, m^ dear, And till you are with me I'll still wander here. For this world's but vanity, all's but a vain show, 'Tis nought to the pleasures where we are to g o ; She went to embrace him, being void of all fright^ But he in a moment went out of her sight. Then home in great horror to her father did run, Crying, 0 ! cruel father now what have you done ? Grigor, lov'd Grigor came to me in blood, And his body lies murdered in an American wood. He showed me his wounds, and each bleeding sore, And therefore my pleasures on earth are no more, Her father looked at her as one being amaz'd, Then said my dear Katie, your brains they are craz'dL But still she mantained it and cried like a child, Never after was seen for to laugh nor to smile ; Brought to her all doctors, whose skill was in vain, But still gave opinion she was sound in the brain. Her body decayed, her face grew wan and pale, She soared to her true love, beyond death's dark vala, First her, then her mother, in one night expired, I hope she enjoys the bliss she desired. Now the old father cries, bereft of all joys, Though he has plenty of gold no girls nor boys. Let ail cruel parents to this take great heed, His pretty young daughter is now with the dead. � 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 045: Title-page illustration of a bird perched on a single branch. 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 Young Grigor's ghost, an old Scotch song Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1870-1885 per National Library of Scotland 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. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</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 Fort Niagara, Ontario Inverness, Scotland Forth, Scotland United States Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A young Lowland McFarlane woman falls in love with her cousin, the son of a dispossessed Jacobite Highland lord of clan who has been raised and maintained by her father as his ward. Despite his poverty, Grigor is well-educated, good-looking, and in the king’s service when his cousin, Katie, declares her love for him. Grigor at first does not take her proposal seriously, but when she assures him of her sincerity, he eagerly agrees to marry her, although she urges him to keep quiet until she has figured out how to arrange things without the knowledge of her disapproving parents. Before they can meet the next day, however, Katie’s mother discovers their romance and warns the father, who follows them to their arranged tryst and confronts them both. Grigor apologizes for his behavior, but Katie bravely stands up to her father, declaring that she is not a “hog or a horse to be sold, Away to some num-skull that has nought but gold,” and that Grigor is the only one for her. The father seeks to break them up and Grigor is pressed into military service. The two lovers arrange to meet in secret and pledge their troth with rings, but then Grigor is shipped off to serve in America. He is known for his bravery and good behavior and is promoted before being slaughtered by Indians at Fort Niagara in July 30, 1859. His corpse is scalped and mutilated, including cutting off his hand that bore his betrothal ring. At this instant, his spectre appears to Katie in Scotland, who is frightened by the bloody apparition. He appears to her a second time the next day and this time explains his death to her. When she cries and tells all of this to her father, he thinks she is crazy and sends for doctors, but no medicine can cure her broken heart and she dies soon after, to the regret of both her parents. The song ends with a warning to all parents against keeping young lovers apart lest they lose their children altogether. 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Chapbook #15 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage emigration Highlands Jacobites Robert I, King of Scots, 1274-1329 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 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource supernatural & ghost stories # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: bird(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Publisher - [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/924ede9a533eb3b4ef63e69f77066631.pdf dd694e0a8ccf0a9a2505761dfdfd61aa PDF Text Text YOUNG GRIGOR'S GHOST, AN OLD SCOTCH SONG. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 13. �YOUNG GRIGOR'S GHOST. PART I. Come all ye young lovers in Scotlnad draw near, Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear, Concerning two lovers that liv'd in the north, Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond Forth. This maid was the daughter of a gentleman, Of the name of M'Farlane, and of the same clan; But Grigor was born in a Highland Isle, And by blood relation her cousin we style. But where riches are wanting, we oftentimes see, Few men are esteemed for their pedigree; His father was forced, when he was a child, To leave this realm ; and when he was exil'd, His lands they were forfeit, I let you know, Because of rebellion, the truth for to show, Both gold and vast riches he with him did give, For his education, and how he might live. And solely he to the care of his friend, Was left by his father to be maintained ; He learn'd him indeed for to read and to write, In all rules of Arithmetic he made him perfect; In Latin and French he had taught him also, That he through the world was fit for to g o ; The king was recruiting, all hands did employ, While her father as a servant used this young boy. For all kinds of drudgery he made him to serve, And still to keep him as a corpse of reserve; Such a beautiful young mail was not in the place, Nonecouldcomparewithhim in stature and grace. �3 The charming Miss Katty was oft in the way, One day in love's passion she to him did say, My dear cousin Grigor, I've something to tell, Which now from my bosom this day I reveal. You know with lovers I'm plagued to the heart, But you are the object that makes me to smart; If you do but love me, dear cousin, said she, I'm happy for ever, so therefore be free. Then said he, dear Katty, I'm all in a stun, I suppose your intentions are nothing but fun; Bat had I a subject to balance with you, I'd count myself happy your suit I might true. O ! said she, dear Grigor, I'm no way in jest, And if you deny me, then death's my request; You know the substance and wealth that I have, 'Tis enough to uphold us all, both gallant and brave. I know that my parents for more riches are bent, But a few years by nature will make them extinct, Till which time, my Grigor, I do make this vow. That I never will marry another but you? O then he consented, and flew to her arms, And said, my dear Katty, I'm killed by your charms, But if your parents this fond love should know, They soon will cause our sad Overthrow. Of that, my dear Grigor, be silent, I pray, This night we will part, arid will meet the next day, Under the broad oak by the cave in the glen, Where more of my mind unto you I'll explain. PART II. Her mother, next morning, by a blink of her eye, Betwixt her and Grigor great love did espy, �4 And she to her husband the same soon reveal'd, Giving orders to watch them as they're in the field. All day then her father went walking about, And after her he still kept a look out, Till hard on the evening she went to the glen, Where Grigor was waiting to hear her explain The way they would manage and make matters go, Her father did follow and heard them also, He stepped in softly, stood over the cave, Hearing their discourses, how they would behave. At length he advanced, cried, Grigor, what now ? Is this the reward from such an orphan as you ? You know I've maintained you since seven years old, And now your intentions they seem very bold. Then Grigor ask'd pardon, and thus he did say, Sir, I'm at your disposal, then do as you may; The old man in a passion there chiding did stand, Till Katty took courage and speech into hand. Why mean ye, dear father, on us for to frown ? Was this man a beggar I'm sure he's our own, He's of our kindred, our flesh, and our blood, And you know very well his behaviour is good. 'Tis him that I chose for my husband, and shall; Go, give all your riches to whom that you will, Do not think I'm a hog or a horse to be sold, Away to some num-skull that has nought but gold ? The father in a rage to the mother did go, And told their proceedings with sorrow and woe; He seem'd that night as his anger had been gone, Lest that young Grigor from the place should abscond. �5 But he sent a messenger into Inverness, Which brought out a party young Grigor to press; And for to make ready gave no time we hear, He ask'd but one favour, a word of his dear. When being denied, the old man with a frown, Said, soldiers can have sweethearts in every town; At this the young lady cried bitterly, May the heavens requite you for your cruelty. Young Grigor took courage and marched away, When the Captain viewed him, thus to him did say, For the lady that lov'd you, sir, I pity her case, Who's lost such a beauty and sweet blooming face. His lady cried out, what a wretch can he be, Caus'd press this young man for no perjury. His long yellow hair to his middle hangs down, O'er his broad shoulders so fine round and round. Now Grigor considering his pitiful case, Received the bounty, and swore the peace; His captain unto him a furlough he gave, To see his dear Katty he once more did crave. Two lines he then sent her by a solid hand, That he under the oak at midnight would stand, For to wait upon her, and hear her complaint, And there for to meet him she was well content. Her vows she renewed, with tears not a few, And a gold-ring on's finger as a token she drew, Which was not to move, come death or come life, Till that happy moment he made her his wife. She fain would go with him, but he answered no, For your parents will follow, and cause us more woe; �My Maker be witness, and this green oak, said he, That I ne'er shall enjoy a woman but thee. And there then he left her a-weeping full sore, Poor creature, she never got sight of him more, For in short time thereafter, he went to sea, And left the sight of Britain with the tear in his eye, And went to America, their orders being so, There proved a gallant soldier, and valour did show ; That for his behaviour they ne'er could him blame, From a Corporal at last to a Sergeant he came. PART III. Being near Fort Niagara in the year fifty-nine, On the thirtieth of July as he always did incline, To frequent the green-wood, at some distant place, To breath out his sorrows, his mind to solace. Among the savage Indians, alas ! there he fell, But how he was murdered we cannot well tell, For on the next morning they found him there dead, Two Indians lay by him wanting their heads. Cut off with his broad-sword, as is Understood, As there all about him was nothing but blood; Five wounds in his body, his hair scalp d away, His clothes, sword and pistol of all made a prey. And one of his fingers from his hand they had cut, On which was the gold-ring from his lover he got, In that very moment though in Scotland we hear, A dreadful spectre to his love did appear. As she was a-weeping under the green oak, He quickly past by her and not a word spoke, Yet, shaking his left hand, where the ring he did wear, It wanted a finger, and blood dropped there. �8 Whereat the young lady was struck with amaze, And rose to run after, and on him did gaze; As she knew it was Grigor, but how in that place, It made her to wonder and dread the sad case. With terror and grief home she did retire, And spent the whole night in weeping and prayer; So, early next morning she rose with the sun, And went back to the green oak to weep all alone. For always she esteem'd that place as we hear, As on it she got the last sight of her dear; As there she sat weeping and tearing her hair, Again the pale spectre to her did appear. And with a wild aspect it stared in her face, Then said, O dear Katty, do not me embrace, For I'm but a spirit though shining in blood, My body lies murdered in a foreign wood. There's two wounds in my body, and three in my side, With hatchets and arrows, that's both deep and wide, My scalp and fine hair for a premium are sold, And also my finger with the ring of pure gold. Which you threw upon it as a mark of true love, Love's stronger than death, for it does remove, But my earnest desire it is for you, my dear, And till you are with me I'll still wander here. For this world's but vanity, all's but a vain show, 'Tis nought to the pleasures where we are to g o ; She went to embrace him, being void of all fright, But he in a moment went out of her sight. �8 Then home in great horror to her father did run, Crying, O ! cruel father, now what have you done ? Grigor, lov'd Grigor came to me in blood, And his body lies murdered in an American wood. He shewed me his wounds, and each bleeding sore, And therefore my pleasures on earth are no more, Her father looked at her as one being amaz'd, Then said, My dear Katty, your brains they are craz'd. But still she maintain'd it, and cried like a child, Ne'er after was seen for to laugh nor to smile; Brought to her all doctors, whose skill was in vain, But still gave opinion she was sound in the brain. Her body decayed, her face grew wan and pale, She soar'd to her true love, beyond death's dark vale, First her, then her mother, in one night expir'd, I hope she enjoys the bliss she desir'd. Now the old father cries, bereft of all joys, Though he has plenty of gold, no girls nor boys. Let all cruel parents to this take great heed, His pretty young daughter is now with the dead. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/823599073368e31d883fbd83a3e5336b.jpg 53a2c400a28cdc4307b08f47c1a1affc 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 3255 Width 1895 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 Young Grigor's Ghost, An Old Scotch Song Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Highlands Jacobites War Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923448223505154">s0094b43</a> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Description An account of the resource 13 printed at the bottom of the title-page Abstract A summary of the resource. In this popular ballad, the son of a Jacobite rebel is raised by relatives and falls in love with his young cousin. When her father finds out, he sends the young Grigor to join the army and he is shipped off to fight in America. He is killed at Fort Niagara by Native Americans who also cut off his finger in order to get the gold ring that his lover had given him. He then appears as a bleeding ghost to his lover back in Scotland and informs her of his death, whereupon she wastes away and dies of an illness caused by a broken heart. The story helpfully advises parents to beware separating young lovers in case your own children die. Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Niagara, Ontario United States Scotland Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs supernatural & ghost stories https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/dd64d828f0568d8ac20bb4173005cbc9.pdf db8054a281cd5b91f8c824097b5823d4 PDF Text Text Young Lochinvar ; T o which are added, T H E ROSE OF DUNMORE, SCOTTISH WHISKY, Sleeping LOST MYMaggie, SHEPHERDS, I HAVE LOVE. GLASGOW Printed for the Booksellers. 1828. : �YOUNG LOCHINVAR. O ! Y o u n g Lochinvar has come out of the west, T h r o u g h all the wide border his steed was the best; A n d save his good broadsword, he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntlets in war, T h e r e never was knight like the young Lochinvar. H e staid not for brake, and tie stopped not for stone, H e swam the Esk river where ford there was none ; B u t , ere he alighted at Netherby gate. T h e bride had consented, the gallant came late ; F o r a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, W a s to wed the fair Helen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall: A m o n g bridemen, and kinsmen, and brothers and all; T h e n spake the bride's father, his hand on his sword, ( F o r the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, O r to dance at our bridal, young lord L o c h i n v a r ? " " I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you d e n i e d ; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs as its tide— A n d now I am come with this lost love of mine, T o lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. T h e r e are maidens in Scotland more lovely by f a r — T h a t would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar." �3 T h e bride kiss'd the goblet ; the knight took it up, H e quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the c u p . She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, W i t h a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. H e took her soft hand, e'er her mother could bar, ' N o w tread we a measure!' said young Lochinvar. S o stately his form, and so lovely her face, T h a t never a hall such a galliard did grace ; W h i l e her mother did fret, and her father did fume, A n d the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; A n d the bride-maiden's whisper'd 'twere better b y far T o have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar. O n e touch to h e r hand, and one word in her ear, W h e n they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger s t o o d near ; So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! S h e is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, andscaur; T h e y ' l l have fleet steede that follow, quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Grames of the Netherby clan ; Foraters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran ; T h e r e was racing and chacing, on Cannobie lee, B u t the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see, So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, H a v e ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar, �4 THE ROSE OF DUNMORE. As I w e n t a w a l k i n g out e a r l y , B r i g h t P h o e b u s m o s t sweetly d i d s h i n e , A n d the nightingale warbled melodious, A s t h e lusin t h a t fells f r o m t h e g l e n . It's down thro' a grove where I walked, A w h i l e t o c o n d o l e in a s h a d e , On m y d e s t i n y for t o p o n d e r , I t ' s t h e r e I b e h e l d a sweet m a i d . I cast f o r t h m y eyes f o r t o view, A n d t h u s u n t o h e r I did s a y , Y o u fair has my heart ensnared, H o w far t h r o ' t h e g r o v e d o s t t h o u s t r a y ? S h e a n s w e r e d , sir, I will tell y o u , T h e t r u t h u n t o y o u I'll e x p l o r e , O f a m a t t e r t h a t lately befel m e , M y d w e l l i n g lies n e a r D u n m o r e . O n c e I d i d love a b r a v e h e r o , T i l l my tender heart he did gain, N o m o r t a l e v e r lov'd d e a r e r , B u t n o w he is p l o u g h i n g t h e m a i n , All under brave Nelson for battle, A n d o u r E n g l i s h N a v y so b r a v e , W h e r e c a n n o n s and g u n s loudly rattle, A g a i n s t t h e p r o u d F r e n c h on the m a i n . H e says, n o w m y f a i r , so e n s n a r i n g , P e r h a p s y o u r t r u e - l o v e h e is s l a i n , A s m a n y a m a n fell a v i c t i m , Soit m i g h t h a p p e n with y o u r love, A s it h a t h d o n e with m a n y b e f o r e , �5 I p r a y c o m e with m e to R a t h f r i l a n d , A n d bid a f a r e w e l l t o D u n m o r e . How c o u l d I b e t h u s so i n c o n s t a n t , A n d p r o m i s e d so m u c h to b e t r u e , T o leave m y old s w e e t h e a r t l a m e n t i n g , A n d v e n t u r e all f o r t u n e with y o u ; T h e p e o p l e w o u l d call m e h a r d h e a r t e d , F o r fidelity t o h i m I ' v e s w o r e , T h a t o u r loves s h o u l d n e v e r b e p a r t e d , B u t w a i t f o r t h e y o u t h in D u n m o r e . S i n c e i t is so n o w d e c r e e d , T h a t I n o w a victim m u s t fall, I cannot refrain now but mourn, T h o ' I a m n o b e t t e r a t all. I Of that charming youth I adore, I hope to my great consolation, T o m e e t h i m with j o y in D u n m o r e . C h e e k s like t h e fair b e a u t i e s b l o w n , Y o u r s u m m e r will soon b e o ' e r , O c t o b e r w i n d s will be b l o w n , A n d blast t h e sweet r o s e of D u n m o r e , I f o u n d that h e r heart was failing, As m a n y had d o n e before, I h o i s t u p m y sails for R a t h f r i l a n d , A n d g a i n e d t h e sweet rose of D u n m o r e . SCOTTISH WHISKY. Y e social sons of S c o t i a ' s isle, W h o love t o r a n t a n d r o a r , Sir, T o d r i n k , to dance, to laugh, to sing, A n d hie withouten care, S i r ; still live in expectation, �6 A t t e n d a n d listen t o m y l a y s , 'Twill make you blithe and friskie; I sing, w h o d a r e my t h e m e d e s p i s e ? I n p r a i s e of g u i d S c o t s W h i s k y . O my cheering, care-dispelling, Heart-reviving W h i s k y ; T h o u b r i g h t e n s u p t h e g l o o m o f life, T h a t a f t look d a r k a n d d u s k i e . L e t F r e n c h m e n o' t h e i r b e v ' r a g e b o a s t , T h e j u i c e of G a l l i c vine. S i r , And Dons and Portuguese rehearse T h e p r a i s e s o ' t h e i r wine, S i r ; I d o n ' t envy t h e m w i t h t h e i r t o n s , G i ' e m e a little c a s k i e O' C a l e d o n i a ' s n e c t a r p u r e , T h e real S c o t t i s h W h i s k y . O m y cheering, &c. J a m a i c a R u m it's b u t a h u m , S o is t h e best A n t i g u a ; A n d H o l l a n d ' s gin n o worth, a pin, C o m p a r ' d wi' d e a r K i l b e g i e . W h o e v e r w a n t s to t a k e a h o u s e , O r h a v e a j o v i a l pliskie, T h e y o n l y n e e d t o weet t h e i r m o u ' s W i ' real Scottish W h i s k y . B L Y T H E W A S SHE. B l y t h e , b l y t h e a n d m e r r y was s h e , B l y t h e was s h e b u t a n d b e n : B l y t h e by t h e b a n k s of E a r n , A n d b l y t h e in G l e n t u r i n g l e n . �7 By O c h t e r t y r e g r o w s the aik, O n Y a r r o w braes the birken s h a w ; But P h e m i e was a b o n n i e r lass, T h a n b r a e s o' Y a r r o w ever saw. Blythe, &c. H e r l o o k s w e r e like a flower in M a y , H e r smile was like a s i m m e r m o r n ; S h e t r i p p e d by t h e b a n k s o' E a r n , A s light's a bird u p o n a thorn. B l y t h e , &c. H e r b o n n y f a c e it was as m e e k , As onie lamb upon a lee; T h e e v ' n i n g sun was n e ' e r sae sweet As was t h e b l i n k o' P h e m i e ' s ee. Blythe, &c. T h e H i g h l a n d hills I ' v e w a n d e r ' d wide, And o'er the Lowlands I hae been; B u t P h e m i e was t h e b l y t h e s t lass, T h a t ever t r o d t h e d e w y g r e e n . SLEEPIN' MAGGY. M i r k a n ' r a i n y is t h e n i g h t , N o a s t a r n in a' t h e c a r r y , A n ' w i n ' s d r i v e wi' w i n t e r ' s f u r y . O are ye sleepin', M a g g y , O a r e y e sleepin', M a g g y ; L e t m e i n , f o r l o u d t h e linn, I s r o a r i n g o'er the warlock craigie. �8 Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree hank T h e rifted wood r o a r s wild a n ' d r e a r y . L o a d the iron yate does clank, A n d c r y o' h o w l e t s m a k s m e e e r i e . O a r e y e s l e e p in', M a g g y , & c . A b o o n my breath I d a r e n a speak, F o r tear I rouse your waukrife daddie, C a u l d ' s t h e blast u p o n m y c h e e k , O rise, rise m y b o n n y l a d y ! O are ye sleepin', M a g g y , &c. S h e ' s o p ' t t h e d o o r s h e ' s let h i m in, H e cuist a s i d e his d r e e p i n g p l a i d i e ; "Blaw Since n o w I ' m in aside ye, M a g g y . " BANKS OF your warst ye rain an' BANNA. 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Title A name given to the resource Young Lochinvar; To which are added, The Rose of Dunmore, Scottish Whisky, Blythe was She But and Ben, Sleeping Maggie, Shepherds, I Have Lost My Love Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Alcohol Courtship and Marriage Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1828 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133973505154">s0042b27</a> <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923448263505154">s0069b09</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <p dir="ltr"><a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/"><span>University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks </span></a></p> <p dir="ltr">&nbsp;</p> <div>&nbsp;</div> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Rose of Dunmore Scottish Whisky Blythe was She But and Ben Sleeping Maggie, Shepherds I Have Lost My Love Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #12 in a bound collection of 37 chapbooks;(s0042b27) Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of songs, from love stories to drinking songs. The first tells the tale of the Lord of Lochinvar who, after his courtship is rejected by his love’s father, steals the bride right from her wedding. In the second song, a young man meets a young woman in a grove one night and convinces her to leave with him, even though she had pledged to wait for her love to return from sea. He does this by reminding her of the fleeting nature of her own beauty, telling her that her youthful looks won’t last forever. The next song is a drinking song, lauding the virtues of Scottish whisky over other various inferior drinks. The fourth song describes the beauty of a particular girl, and the fifth is sung from the perspective of a man waiting outside in the cold and dark to be let in by his lover. The last song is the lament of a man who has lost his love, for whom he had given up his life as a shepherd. 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. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Description An account of the resource Woodcut #07: Illustration on title-page of a military figure standing under tree with a view of a city and hills in the background. # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: city view Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1821-1830 Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (military) Fashion (Clothing): breeches Fashion (Clothing): cocked hat Fashion (Clothing): jacket Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): pants Fashion (Clothing): waist coat Gender: man/men Nature: flower(s) Nature: hill(s) Nature: tree(s) Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene