8 10 639 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5a07bcaf9024570f8d08026ed6ab31f2.pdf 43b78c64b14cb4c7b999b7ee25cfaa0a PDF Text Text BATTLE OF HARLAW. FOUGHT, FRIDAY, JULY 24TH, 1411. " At L w a d Fechtin' baith sides tyne." a n ABERDEEN: ANDREW WILSON, 431/2,CASTLE STREET. 1862. ��THE BATTLE OF HARLAW. FOUGHT, FRIDAY, JULY 24th, 1411. I. Frae Dunideer as I cam through, Doun by the Hill o' Bennochie, Along the lands o' Garioch; Great pity 'twas to hear and see The noise and dolesome harmonie, That e'er the deadly day did daw, Cryin' and croniach-in' on hie— " Alas ! alas! for the Harlaw." II. I marvell'd what the matter meant, A' folks were in a firy fary; I wist not who was foe or friend, Bat quickly on my way did carry. For sin' the days o' auld king Harry, Sic slaughter wasna heard or seen ; But there I had nae time to tarry. For busyness in Aberdeen. III. Thus as I walked on my way, To Inverury as I went, I met a man, and bade him stay, Desiring him me to acquaint Of the beginning and event That happened there at the Harlaw. Then he desired me to tak tent, And he the truth to me would shaw:- �4 IV. " Great Donald of the Isles did claim Unto the lands of Ross some right. Unto the Governor he came Them for to have, if that he might; Who saw his interest was but slight, And therefore answered with disdain ; He hasted home both day and night, And sent no message back again. V. " But Donald was right impatient With the answer that Duke Robert gave; And swore by God omnipotent, All the hale lands of Ross to have, Or else be graithed to his grave. He would not quit his right for nought, Nor be abused like a s l a v e That bargain should be dearly bought. " Then hastily he gave command, That a' his war men should convene, Ilk ane weel harnessed, arms in hand, To meet and hear what he did mean; He waxed wroth and vowed then, That he would soon surprise the n o r t h Subdue the town of Aberdeen, Mearns, Angus, and all Fife to Forth. " Thus with his war men of the Isles, Who were aye at his biddin' boun', Wi' many brought by force and wiles, Frae far and near, baith up and down, �5 Through mount and muir, frae town to town, Alang the lands o' Ross he roars, And all obey his slogan soun', Even frae the north to southren shores. VIII. " Then a' his countrymen did yield, For they docht nae resistance mak', Nor offer battle in the field, By force of arms to bear him back. Syne they resolved all an' spak' The best it was for their behoof, They should him for their chieftain tak', Believing well he did them love. IX. " Then he a proclamation made, A' men to meet at Inverness, Through Moray land to mak a raid, From Ard-na-Soeur unto Speyness, And furthermore he sent express To show his colours and ensenzie, To all the lands baith more and less, Throughout the bounds of Boyn and Enzie. X. " And thorough fair Strathbogie land, His purpose was still to pursue ; And whosoever should withstand, That race they should full sorely rue. Then he bade a' his men be true, And him defend by force and sleight, And promised then rewards enow, To mak' them men o' mickle might. �6 XI. "Withoutresistance, (as he said,) Through a' these parts he stoutly passed, Where some were wae and some were glad, But Garioch land was all aghast. Through all these fields he sped him fast, But sic a sight was never seen; And then, forsooth, he longed at last, To see the burgh of Aberdeen. XII. " To hinder this great enterprise, The stout and mighty Earl of Marr, With all his men in arms did rise, Down frae Corgarf to Cragievar ; And down the side of Don right far, Angus and Mearns did there convene To fight, ere Donald came so near The royal burgh of Aberdeen. XIII. " And thus the martial Earl of Mar, Marched with his men in right array ; Before that Donald was aware, His banner boldly did display ; For well enough they kent the way, And all their assembly full they saw, Without or danger or delay, March hastily down to Harlaw, XIV. " With him the good Lord Ogilvie Of Angus sheriff principal; The constable also of Dundee The vanguard led before them all; �7 Suppose in number they were small, They first right boldly did pursue, And made their foes before them fall, Who then that race did sadly rue. XV. " And then the worthy Lord Saltoun; The stout undaunted Laird o' Drum ; The stalwart Laird o' Lauriston, With each their forces, all and some. Panmure wi' a' his men did come ; The Provost brave o' Aberdeen, Wi' trumpet and wi' tuck o' drum, Come shortly wi' their armour sheen. XVI. " They wi' the Earl o' Marr came on, In the rearward right orderly ; Their enemies they set upon In awful manner hardily. Together they vowed to live or die, Since they had marched so many miles, All to suppress the tyranny Of doughty Donald of the Isles. XVII. " But he had numbers, ten for ane, Right subtilly they alang did ride, With Macintosh and fell Maclean, With all their powers at their side. Presuming on their strength and pride, Without a' fear or any awe. Right boldly battle did abide, Hard by the town of fair Harlaw. �8 XVIII. " The armies met, the trump did sound, The rolling drums aloud did tuck, Baith parties biding on the bounds, Till ane o' them the field should bruik. Nae help was there, for nane wad jouk; Fierce was the fight on either side, And on the ground lay many a bouk Of them that there did battle bide. XIX. " With doubtsome victory they dealt, That bloody battle lasted lang, Each man his neighbour's force there felt; The weakest aft-times gat the wrang. It was nae mows being them amang ; Naething was heard but heavy knocks— That echo made a doleful sang, Thereto resounding frae the rocks. XX. " At last Sir Donald's men gave back, For they were all out of array ; The Earl of Marr's men through them brak', Pursuing sharply in their way, Their enemies to tak' or slay, By dint of force, to gar them yield; Who were right blythe to get away, And sae for fear they tint the field. XXI. " But Donald fled, and that full fast, To mountains high, for all his might; For he and his were all aghast, And ran till they were out of sight; �9 And sae of Ross he lost his right. The many men he with him brought, Towards the Isles fled day and night, And all he wan was dearly bought. XXII. " This is (quoth he) the right report Of a' that I did hear and knaw ; Though my discourse be something short, Tak' this to be right sooth shaw— Contrair to God's and the King's law, There was spilt meikle Christian blood, At the sad battle of Harlaw. This is the sum, sae I conclude. XXIII. " Rut yet a little while abide, And I shall mak' ye clearly ken What slaughter was on ilka side, Of Lowland and of Highland men ; Who for Donald's cause were slain, (These lazy loons might be weel spar'd) Chased like deers into their den; And gat their due for their reward. XXIV. " Now Macintosh, clan Chattan's chief, Maclean with his great haughty head, With all their succour and relief, Were dolefully dung to the dead. And now we are free from their feud, They will not long to come again ; Thousands of them, without remeid, On Donald's side that day were slain. �10 XXV. " And on the other side were lost, Upon the field that dismal day, Chief men of worth, of meikle cost, Fit to be lamented sair for aye. The Lord Salton of Rothiemay— A man o' meikle might and main; Great dolour was for his decay, That sae unhappily was slain XXVI. " Of the best men amang them was The gracious good Lord Ogilvie, The principal of fair Angus— Renowned for truth and equity, For faith and magnanimity; He had few followers on the field, Yet fell by fatal destiny— For he nae ways would grant to yield. XXVII. Sir James Scrimgeour, of Dudhope, knight, Great Constable of fair Dundee, Unto the doleful death was dight— The king's chief banner-man was he ; A valiant man in chivalry : Whose predecessor won that place, At Spey, with good king William free, 'Gainst Moray and Macduncan's race. XXVIII. " And good Sir Alexander Irvine, The much renownit Laird of Drum; None in his days were better seen, When they were 'sembl'd all and some ; �11 To his praise we cannot be dumb— For valour, wit, and worthiness ; To end his days he there did come, Whose ransom is remedyless. XXIX. " And the knight of Lauriston Was slain into his armour sheen ; And good Sir Robert Davidson, Who Provost was of Aberdeen. The knight of Panmure, as was seen, A mortal man in armour bright; Sir Thomas Murray, stout and keen, Bade to the world their last good night. XXX. " There was not since king Kenneth's days, Sic strange intestine strife In Scotland seen, as each man says, Many men of promise lost their life. It made divorce 'tween man and wife, And many children fatherless, Which in their lands has been full rife ; Lord help these lands, our wrangs redress. XXXI. "In July, on St. James's even, That four and twenty dismal day, Twelve hundred, ten score, and eleven Of years since Christ, the sooth to say, Men will remember, as they may, When thus the verity they knaw, And mony a ane will mourn for aye, The bloody battle of Harlaw." �� https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8478fa596ba7fe8279a377deab643d12.jpg 148a2694d8db7d34eb9d070dc4445e4c 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 3425 Width 2127 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 The Battle of Harlaw. Fought, Friday, July 24th, 1411 Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs War Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Harlaw, Battle of, 1411 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1862 Language A language of the resource English 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> Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland<a href="%20National%20Library%20of%20Scotland%20http%3A//www.nls.uk/"> http://www.nls.uk/</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 11 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #10 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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 high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: Andrew Wilson Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date:1861-1870 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Genre: battles/war Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: Andrew Wilson https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b024a8a2c4b769435cfd98580268796d.jpg 582dafc07c65bb3bab21cdaa20bc6000 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b930088bc2b60fdd0dbb3ba415015197.pdf e59fc85f2300997b3a06792819552268 PDF Text Text ir William's ^Tilflrimajjc TO THE HIGHLANDS: A HEROIC 1S THREE 1T BALLAD, CANTOS. BY M A E T I N MAEBEJSTNETH. " And when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see." JOHN GILPIN. ABERDEEN: J A M E S M A C K A Y , 28 BOOKSELLER, SCHOOLHILL. 18 7 6. ��SIR WILLIAM'S PILGRIMAGE TO THE H I G H L A N D S . CANTO I. IR W I L L I A M was a Reverend Knight, Of ARIAN p e d i g r e e ; And he had jousted many a joust Against the Trinity. " 0 M—tl—d, dear," Sir William said, One day unto his squire, " I've fought a good Socinian fight Within this town and shire. " The Bible fortress I've attacked With Reason's sword and spear, And set the weary captives free That quaked with doubt and fear. Though traitor Moody and his crew Did sound a dread alarm, These Bulls of Bashan I attacked, And vanquished by my arm. �4 " And since the Lowlands we've released Upon the 4 Banks of Dee,' What sayest thou to a pilgrimage To set the Highlands free? " 44 With all my heart,'' the squire replied, 44 I'll enter on this strife; But we should set them wholly free From fears of future life; " Else thou wilt be again unhorsed, And trodden on the plain, As we have seen thee heretofore By K—11—y almost slain." 4 Me almost slain," Sir William said, " By such a stripling raw ! Against a self-created knight My sword I'd scorn to draw! " But, M—tl—d, setting jokes aside, Let's for the road prepare, Thou on thy little Bradlaugh nag, I on Sabellian mare. And see that thou hast provender, And hymn-books from our pews ; As I intend to journey on Unto the Isle of Lews. " For I have many captives there To free from triple chain; And Giant Orthodox, who keeps The castle, must be slain." Soon knight and squire were on the road Upon their prancing steeds, With hearts intent on enterprise Of high and stirring deeds. �5 Sir William bravely was arrayed In Gnostic coat of mail, And Praxean helmet, with a plume That waved in summer gale. On's left he wore a bossy shield With Arian arms inwrought; His right hand grasped a mighty spear, From Mcomedia brought. With sword of pure Socinian steel, And brazen spurs to boot, This tall and lanky warrior Was armed from head to foot. Sir William's pure Sabellian marc Of Unitarian grey, With shaggy tail and flowing mane, Stood restive for the way. Her saddle-bags were stuffed with tracts " By Hopps " on every " Page," With shafts from " Thalian " armoury Forged in Nicaean age. Squire M—tl—d also was arrayed In "Nihilistic B u f f ; " A sorry leering wag was he, Crammed full of Atheist stuff. 44 A " fool's cap " on his head he wore; From's back there hung a bag Of Bradlaugh's tracts, which dangled o'er The buttocks of his nag. Then off Sir William and his squire Rode, singing merrily, My heart is in the Highlands now, And far from Banks of Dee! " �6 CANTO II. O'er many a moor and fertile field, Past many a bog and cairn, Our knight and squire rode on until They reached the town of Nairn. Sir William then his vizor raised, And asked his trusty squire, ' What town is this with street so long, And many a pointed spire ? " A town," the pawky squire replied, " Famed in dissenting song, For Arian captives that are held In dungeons dark and strong." ' Dost tell me so ? " Sir William said, " To right their wrongs I burn ; Lo ! here are dungeons on the street Which I must overturn ! " 4 Those are not dungeons," said the squire, " But caravan with shows ; Should'st thou attack, thou'rt almost sure To come by broken nose." ' Nay, but they're dungeons," said the knight, " For Arian maidens fair; Here's at them, then, with couching lance And strong Sabellian mare ! " 4 �7 On this he made a furious charge, In quest of high renown ; And in his tilt he hit the mark, And bore a waggon down. And what a tumult then ensued ! Wild beasts within their cage Were overturned, and growled, and roared, And tore the bars with rage. The showmen, with their heated irons And whips, came out to see What madman freak was this that brought Them into jeopardy; Whilst, the spectator crowd within Were struck with dread alarm, Lest the ferocious prisoners Should 'scape and do them harm. Sir William, when he saw his plight, Like Daniel in the den, Cried out that he might be set free From beasts and furious men. Yet, setting more reliance on His speed than on his prayer, He dashed his rowels in the sides Of his Sabellian mare; And off she galloped through the town, 'Mid shouts along the way, '' A craven knight! a craven knight! On's Unitarian grey ! " Meanwhile, Squire M—tl—d, to get free, Had had a tougher job ; For round his Bradlaugh nag there pressed A roaring, raging mob. �8 Some seized upon his horse's tail; Some seized upon his bags ; They cuffed him right, they cuffed him left, And tore his " buff " to rags. And when they saw the Atheist tracts, They cried, in frantic rage, " Let's throw the little Bradlaugh pup Into the lion's cage! " But little wist they M—tl—d's nag, How it could kick and fling, And force the multitude to fly And form a spacious ring. The wily squire perceived a lane, And quickly galloped through ; And, joining with his gallant knight, They soon rode out of view. CANTO III. Our knight and squire had journeyed on For many a weary day, Until they landed on the pier Of Celtic Stornoway; That town so famed in Isle of Lews For stores of ling and cod, As to be deemed a worthy place For royalty's abode. �9 " What means this solemn silence ? " said Sir William to his squire; " The tolling bells, and men and maids All in their best attire ? " The squire replied, " There is to-day A Friday tournament Amongst 4 the men ' from near and far, On knightly errand bent. " In open air they waged the fight, 'Neath Giant Orthodox; Who o'er their jousting does preside Within a wooden Box." " And hast thou found him " , said the knight, 4 4 Whom I have sought with care ? 0 lead me up against him now, On my Sabellian mare ! " " I've got a gillie," said the squire, " To lead us to the place : Prepare, then, stalwart knight to meet The Giant face to face." Through many a lane and devious path The gillie led them on, Until they reached the tournament, And saw the Giant's Throne. Forthwith Sir William couched his lance 'Gainst Giant Orthodox, And spurring his Sabellian mare, Soon overturned the Box. " Now, yield thee o'er ", Sir William said, " To Unitarian faith, Else with my Nicodemian spear I'll pin thee to the heath." �10 The Giant, sprawling on the ground, Turned round and frowning said, " 0 recreant knight! I backward hurl Thy challenge at thy head! " New, all th' assemblage of the plebs With indignation burned, To see their chieftain thus laid low, And's wooden Box o'erturned. The Celtic knights rushed in to guard Their fallen chief with care, And forced Sir William to retire On his Sabellian mare. The Giant rose and mounted soon His Athanasian steed, So famed for Anti-Arian tilts, And prowess for the Creed. In coat of mail he was arrayed, Of Biblic texture stout; And girdle of Westminster Faith Did compass him about. A helmet on his head he wore, Of Augustinian mould, With crest of wond'rous Trinity, Inwove in gems and gold. On's left he bore a ponderous shield O'erclad with hide of " Bull With figures bold of Calvin, Knox, And Horsley drawn in full. That deadly Homoousian spear He brandished in the air, Which once o'erwhelmed the Arian hosts, And drove them to despair. �11 Of the " same substance " was the sword He girt upon his thigh ; Captured from Arian armoury, To smite that Heresy. Then, standing boldly on the lists, With crowds of people round, He sent a challenge to our knight, To joust on equal ground. Sir William, when he saw the mien Of Giant Orthodox, Looked round with sheepish agony, Upon the Celtic folks; For now he wished himself at home Upon the Banks of Dee, Where he could joust with paltry foes Against the Trinity. Come ! Come ! what means this dallying ? " Said then his trusty squire, 'Gainst foe that's worthy of thy steel, Display thy wonted fire." At this, Sir William couched his lance, And, goaded by despair, Bushed onward madly to the lists, On his Sabellian mare. The Giant deftly caught the spear Upon his hide of " Bull," And with his Homoousian shaft Cracked poor Sir William's skull! The vanquished knight upon the spot Was of his armour stripped, And M—tl—d, by the Celtic knights, Was caught and soundly whipped. �12 The tracts torn out from saddle-bags Were read with furious ire, And with Sir William's effigy In scorn were burnt with fire. Sir William, waking found himself Upon a lonely heath, Where round him desolation reigned, And silence still as death. " 0 shade of Arius ! " said our knight, " Behold thy Champion strong Left naked in a desert place, By savage Highland throng! 0 treacherous Giant Orthodox ! Thou most ungenerous foe ! 1 will pursue thee unto death, And to eternal woe ! " A changed, but not a wiser man, Our knight came back to Dee ; To rhyme and rave 'gainst Nature and " The Old Theology." 0 ye who hear this maniac rail, 'Gainst Luther, Calvin, Knox, Remember how his skull was cracked By Giant Orthodox. FINIS. � 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 Sir William's pilgrimage to the Highlands: a heroic ballad, in three cantos Subject The topic of the resource Highlands Religion and Morals War Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1876 Language A language of the resource English 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 Aberdeen, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 12 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A satirical and allegorical story of a knight and his squire who go on a pilgrimage to the Highlands in order to free them from the dread giant of Orthodoxy. The two heretical figures, clad in the armor of ‘heresy’ and Arian and Unitarian faith epically fail in their quest, first attacking a traveling menagerie and then falling to the religiously righteous giant of Orthodox and his Celtic knights. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <p dir="ltr">National Library of Scotland<a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.nls.uk/</a></p> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #9 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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 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 Aberdeen: James MacKay, Bookseller Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date:1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: James MacKay https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3a30191312394f826eead3b9a368fb7e.pdf d949bd777d7deb516750763cf5d5e63a 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 The Yule feast, with songs of the lass of Aberdeen, and The Forlorn shepherd Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Religion and Morals Alcohol Food Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1862 Language A language of the resource Scots 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 Aberdeen, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Forlorn shepherd Extent The size or duration of the resource. 12 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. This is an interesting chapbook in that it contains songs within a larger ballad narrative describing the events, food, and music played at a Christmas celebration. The chapbook begins with a short little rhyme on the theme of Christmas, introducing the songs enclosed and encouraging the reader to enjoy them in the holiday spirit. “The Yule Feast” is written in Scots and describes a man’s visit to his Aunt and Uncle’s house for a Yuletide celebration. The song includes very detailed descriptions of the different kinds of food eaten at the feast, including beef, mutton, oat cakes, and much more, and different kinds of drink including ale, whiskey, and gin. The feast is followed by music, dancing, and games, and seems to be a very happy celebration. When the guests are tired of dancing, the aunt entreats Mains to give the fiddler a break and sing a song for them. Mains sings the song, which is included in full-text as the “Lass of Aberdeen” which is noted that it should be sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne. Following the song, the aunt congratulates him for a well-sung song, and the uncle hands around a round of snuff and makes a toast to the nation. This is followed by a final song, “The Forlorn Shepherd”, which is noted to be sung to the tune of “Broom of Cowden Knows,” and describes a young shepherd who falls in love and spends his days making plans of marriage, only to have her die before they can be wed. After the second song is finished, the guests of the feast pack up their things and drunkenly make their ways home. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.nls.uk/</a> <div>&nbsp;</div> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #8 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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 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 Aberdeen: Andrew Wilson Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1861-1870 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: Andrew Wilson https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/882c5fa3f594a4760b4938a890685d38.pdf 35a1f35388156beccdc934baf84f6925 PDF Text Text AULD RONALD: A WELL-KNOWN LOCAL CHARACTER, AND OTHER RHYMES. BY W I L L I A M R E I D . Of a the queer carls that daunder'd the toon, Though ye wad hae daucker'd ilk street up an' doon, The queerest of a' ye wad gat roon an' roon, Wad be an auld bodie ca'd Ronald. ABERDEEN : PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR. 1 8 7 3. �AULD RONALD. Of a' the queer carls that daunder'd the toon Though yew ad hae daucker'd ilk street up an' doon, The queerest of a' ye wad gat roon an' roon, Wad been an auld bodie ca'd Ronald. But whaur he cam' frae, or whan he cam hither, And wha was his father or gin he'd a mither, A' the folk I heard speak on't aye seem'd in swither, They nee'r gat a word on't frae Ronald. In appearance he looked like a senator Greek In toga or gown when rising to speak, Archimedian fire frae his flashin' eyes leaped, For nature's own noble was Ronald. His head it was o' the largest demensions, His brain was bang fou o' the drollest inventions; Inventors far less frae the Queen had got pensions, But she sair neglecit oor Ronald. Of a' kinds o' knowledge, of a' kinds o' lear', Auld Ronald had plenty enouch an' to spare; Rab Rorrisons wallet beside it were bare, He wad ta'en aff his bannet to Ronald. His speech was correct, aye sae terse and weel stated, Each sentence, each accent, sae weel modulated, E'en Garrick or Johnson wad gane half distracted Wi' envy, had they but heard Ronald. �3 He faund oot mair wonders than I could e're tell, New methods for makin' an' suppin' your kail, An' new farrant parritch frae essence o' meal, 0 great Epicurian Ronald. He made a machine for spellin' and writing That nane could gae wrang whan letters inditin'; An' gags for auld wives to keep them frae flytin' Mere pla' wark, their makin' to Ronald. He invented a stove for augmentin the heat Of a lang winter nicht wi' the help o' ae peat, In they times o' dear coal, had he lived to see't. They could ne'er raised the price on auld Ronald. His feet were encased in shoon o' his plannin,' Sae supple and swack, the toes made for springing Constructed for ease, for wakin,' or rinnin,' They fitted like gloves on auld Ronald. Amang a' the lave, for he tauld mair than me, He could catch a' the fishes that swim in the sea, Nae doot he could dane't for he ne'er tauld a lie, Though some ablichs dooted auld Ronald. An' though he was auld, and his claedin' but scanty, Though mealpock and almorie were gey aften empty, Yet still he was blithe as a young loon o' twenty, For blithsome and cheerie was Ronald. Though poor as the poor, wi' the poor he wad share His very last coin or a whack o' his fare, The beasts o' the field, or the birds o' the air, Thocht nae less 'bout the morrow than Ronald, �4 Some folk thought him crazed, a wee bit dementit, But this statement I'll make,if the printer will print it, There's a craze in maist folk if they only but kent it, We're sib in some things to auld Ronald. But death, the grim fae o' the wise man an fool, Cam' his way, laid him low, noo he sleeps wi' the mool, An left us to mourn him wi' sorrow an' dool, For we'll ne'er see anither like Ronald. And though he's awa, still in memory we'll cherish, His gifts and his worth, we will never let perish, That his name may livegreen is thehopean' the fond wish Of a' that e're kent and lo'ed Ronald. 'TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLAWS NAEBODY GWEED. Some sing o' the winds, how they bellow and rave, O' howlin tornado by land and by wave, But let them sing on, for I hold by the creed— " It is an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed." Ye mind last October we waukend ae morn To witness the wrack o' our toon by the storm, Soon warkmen were busy on sclatin' an' lead, For " tis an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed." Yon puffy-cheeked parson can tell you richt weel How Eve gaed to wrack wi' the help o' the De'il, To him it is raiment, and weel buttered bread, For " tis an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed." �When neebours fa' oot ower a wee wind o' jaw, To get satisfaction they rin to the law, Ere the law gets its fee they are scrimpit indeed, For " tis an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed." There's puir Johnnie Drygirse has lost his auld wife, Wi' a lang scaldin' tongue she tormented his life, E'en Johnnie grinned oot when he heard she was dead, " It is an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." There's Tippler, ye ken him, on drink spends his gains, A' busket in rags are his wife and his weans, But ale-wives gae silk-clad frae tae to the head, For " ti's an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." There's Cuddie wha ruined himsel' by degrees, Wi' his dinners an' wines an' extravagant sprees. His comrades got fat on the excellent feed, For " ti's an' ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." There's Sandy the souter wha courted Bell Duff, Last week at some wordie frae her took the huff, He aff doon to Maggie, got buckled wi' speed, For " ti's an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." There's Peter got drunk at the Kirktoun o' Echt, He flang doon his claes for he wanted to fecht, A loon wi' the things flew awa like a glede, For ti's an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." When statesmen brak doon, or a king gets a fa,' Some chiel springs to power, claps his foot to the ba,' Thus ilk change o' fortune proves stronger my creed, " It is an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." HHHB �6 MY MITHER TONGUE. My mither tongue, my mither tongue, Though grander speech there be, And lowly is thy hame attire Your dearer far to me, Than flaunting speech in gaudy dress That ever poet sung, What words can gae about the heart Sae warm's the mither tongue. The mither tongue, the mither tongue, The first we try to learn, The words come sweetly on mine ear I lispet when a bairn ; In skuleboy days we English gat, An' by our auld Scotch flung, But skule-hours past an' out to play We spak our mither tongue. My mither tongue, my mither tongue Rows saft and bonnilie In mony a lay and cantie sang As ane could wish to see, The strains that Allan, Rab, and Hogg, Wi' mony mair hae sung, The warld canna boast sic sangs There's in my mither tongue. My mither tongue, my mither tongue, What heart could thee withstan' Can e'e keep dry to hear thy voice Far in a foreign lan.' �7 Ah no the scenes o' early days Strong o'er my memory come, The tears they glint adoun my cheek To hear my mither tongue. My mither tongue, my mither tongue, Back through the drift o' years Ye wake a scene : a Scottish glen— My father's cot appears, A siller burnie fresh an' clear Wi' gouden broom o'erhung— An' weel-kent faces o' auld frien's, "Wha spak my mither tongue. My mither tongue, my mither tongue, 0, lang o'er Scotlan' wide, May ye be heard in ilka hame A t ilka ingleside O, may your couthie crack be lo'ed, Endear'd to auld an' young, An' doubly shamed the dastard loon Wha slights his mither tongue. TO T H E SCOTTISH VOLUNTEERS. I will sing o' the land where the bold tartans wave, Where the thistle grows green 'mid the free, 'Tis the land o' the hills, dark heath, and clear rills, That gather in foam to the sea. Oh wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, Land o' the mountain and lake, Oh wha wadna arm when danger surrounds thee Wha wadna bleed for thy sake. �8 ' T i s the land o' the heroes who barr'd the advance Of the conquering cohorts of Rome, [shocks Where the green pine tree rocks 'neath the north tempest Where the fierce eagle still finds a home. Oh, wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, &c. 'Tis the land where bold Wallace his banner unfurled, And marshalled our sires to the fight; Oh, Wallace thy name on the bright crest of fame Will dim not but ever be bright. Oh, wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, &c. 'Tis the land o' the martyr, the fearless, and stern, Who bowed not to Rome's priestly ire; But strong in his trust in the God of the just, Gave his limbs to the rack or the fire. Oh, wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, &c. Oh, lang lang may ye flourish thou land o' the Bruce, Of gallant king Robert the brave ; May thy hills aye be seen as they ever have been, Unconquered, untrod by a slave. Oh, wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3d04090b673fc26e4b4a180620face81.jpg 0abae168760385beeac9ec6f42cae66d Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. 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Tis an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed My mither tongue Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of four ballads, mostly humorous. The first is a satirical ballad about a local figure named Auld Ronald who appears to be well-known around Aberdeen. He is humorously portrayed as scantily clad, poor, and possibly a bit crazy, although he appears to be able to talk on many topics at length, including philosophy and cooking. The ballad also describes several of the supposed inventions that he has created throughout his lifetime, such as a specially designed stove, type-writer, shoes, and even a gag for old scolding women. The second song is a humorous account claiming that “’Tis an Ill Wind That Blaw’s Naebody Gweed [Good]” by describing bad things that happened to people that others benefitted from. The third song is an ode to the author’s ‘mither [mother] tongue’. He describes its role in his own life, growing up speaking it with friends and family, as well as its connections to kin abroad, and its beauty in songs sung past and present. It is not immediately clear if the author is referring to Gaelic (which is not mentioned by name) or to Scots, which the song is written in. The final song is addressed to the Scottish Volunteers, and spends most of its time describing the beauty, history, and heroism of Scotland and those who fight to defend it. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<span><a href="http://www.nls.uk/"><span>http://www.nls.uk/</span></a></span> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #7 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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 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 Aberdeen: Printed for the author Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: Printed for the author https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/290be3de5d8113e04f54ebea21222320.pdf 45d9e05898278a5c7d650c608b52babf PDF Text Text THE BURNING OF FRENDRAUGHT, AS SUNG IN ABERDEENSHIRE; AND BESSIE BELL AND MARY GRAY, AS COMMONLY SUNG IN THE NORTH ABERDEEN : 3, M'COMBIE'S 1862. Court. COUNTRIE. LEWIS & JAMES SM ��THE BURNING OF FRENDRAUGHT. The eighteenth of October ;— A dismal tale to hear ! When good Lord John and Rothiemay Were both burnt in the fire. When steeds were saddled and eke weel bridled, All ready for to ride ; Then out came she and fause Frendraught, Inviting them to bide. Said, " Stay this nicht until ye sup, The morn until ye dine ; 'Twill be a token of gude greement 'Twixt your good lord and mine." " We'll turn again," said good Lord John, " No, no," said Rothiemay ; " My steed seems sick, my bridle's broke, I fear this day I'm fey." When bells were rung and mass was sung, And all were bound for bed ; Then good Lord John and Rothiemay Were in one chamber laid. They had not long cast off their clothes, And scarcely were asleep ; When the weary smoke began to rise And eke the scorching heat. �4 " O waken, waken, Rothiemay, O waken, brother dear ; And turn ye to our Saviour ;— There is base treason here ! " They hastily put on their clothes, And ready were to boune ; But found both doors and windows barr'd, The roof-tree burning down. They did them to the wire-window, As fast as they could gang ; " Wae to the hands put in these bars, For out we'll never win." Roth'may stood at the wire-window, Most doleful to be seen ! He Lady Frendraught did espy, Who stood upon the green. " Mercy, lady, mercy, mercy ! Will ye not sink with sin For first your husband killed my sire, And you now burn his son ! " O then out spake her, Lady Frendraught, And loudly she did say ; " 'Twere pity great for good Lord John, But none for Rothiemay." " 'Twere pity for the good Lord John, 'Twere none for Rothiemay ; But the keys are in the deep draw-well, Ye may not win away ! " The reek it rose, the flame it flew, The tire crept up so high, It reached the Lord John's chamber door, And the bed whereon he lay. ? �5 He lookit east, he lookit west, To see if help was nigh ; At length his little page he saw, Who to his lord did cry. " O loup ! O loup ! my master dear; Oloup! and come to me ; I'll catch you in my armis twa; One foot I will not flee. "O loup ! O loup ! my master dear, For though the window's high, I'll catch you in my armis twa, But Rothiemay may lie ! " — " The fish shall swim the flood nae mair, Nor corn grow thro' the clay, Ere the fiercest fire that ever blaz'd Twin me and Rothiemay.— " But I cannot loup, I cannot come, I may not win to thee ; My head's fast in the wire-window, My feet are burnt frae me. " My eyes are seething in my head, My flesh is roasting too ; My bowels are boiling with my blood, I'm sinking in the lowe. " The rings frae my white fingers take, My fingers long and small ; And give them to my lady fair, Where she sits in her hall. " I cannot loup, I cannot come, I may not win to thee ; My mortal part is all consum'd, My spirit speaks to thee ! " �6 Her hands she wrung, her hair she tore ; His lady 'twas, I ween, W h o thus his servant, Gordon, chid, As he stood on the green. " O woe to thee, George Gordon, woe ! An ill death may you dee ! Sae safe and sound as ye stand there ; My good lord 'reaved from me." " I bade him loup, I bade him come, I bade him loup to me ; I'd catch him in my armis twa, A foot I would na flee." " These rings he frae his fingers drew, His fingers long and small; To give to you, his lady fair, As you sat in your hall." Sophia Hay ! Sophia Hay ! Of Erroll's ancient stem ! Her waiting maid put on her clothes, She tore them off again. And aft she cried, " Alas ! alas ! A sair heart's ill to win ; I wan a sair heart in my Lord, This day 'tis mine again." And now let high as well as low Give ear to this sad lay ; The proud and cruel Frendraught's house Like snaw has passed away. �BESSIE BELL AND MARY GRAY. O Besssie Bell and Mary Gray, They were twa bonnie lasses ! They biggit a bow'r on yon Burn-Brae, And theekit it ower wi' rashes. They theekit it ower wi' rashes green, They theekit it ower wi' heather ; But the Pest cam frae the burrows-toun, And slew them baith thegither. They thocht to lie in Methv'n Kirkyard, Amang their noble kin ; But they maun lie in Dronach Haugh, Where the Almond clear does rin. Young Bessie Bell and Mary Gray ! Their graves may there be seen, Wi' violets blue and daisies pied, And grass for ever green. �� https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c11b9698cb6d19e75fea62b7623b1ed2.jpg 2262164c5c664e4798b65e6a23cd1144 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. 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Title A name given to the resource The burning of Frendraught, a ballad, as sung in Aberdeenshire; and Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, a ballad, as commonly sung in the North Countrie Subject The topic of the resource Crime Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1862 Language A language of the resource English 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 Burn-Brae, Scotland Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Bessie Bell and Mary Gray, a ballad, as commonly sung in the North Countrie Extent The size or duration of the resource. 7 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. The chapbook contains two ballads. The first describes the burning of Frendraught house in 1630 after a boundary dispute led to bloodshed between the Crichtons and the Gordons. While the actual cause of the fire had never been proven, the poem suggests that the fire was set by Lady Frendraught, who is described as watching without pity as Lord John and Rothiemay try futilely to escape from the burning tower. The second ballad describes the seventeenth century legend of how two ‘bonnie lasses’, Bessie Bell and Mary Gray build themselves a bower to hide within when a plague descends. They still catch the plague and die in their bower and therefore are doomed to lie in Dronach Haugh rather than be buried in the kirkyard. Their graves are registered with Scotland’s Places (http://www.scotlandsplaces.gov.uk/record/rcahms/26852//rcahms) This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Scottish History Online: entry: Burning of Frendraught: <a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.scotshistoryonline.co.uk/frend.html</a> Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<span><a href="http://www.nls.uk/"><span>http://www.nls.uk/</span></a></span> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbooks #6 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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 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 Aberdeen: Lewis & James Smith Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1861-1870 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: Lewis & James Smith https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b1d24b71da8dca4acc1f34547ee668c0.pdf fc682e0ec3c4d4611e2adba6d74c822d PDF Text Text A OR, BACCHUS DETHRONED. A TEMPERANCE POEM. BY A W R I G MN OK N A. " If we subtract from the ignorance, the poverty, the suffering, the sickness, and the crime, which are now witnessed amongst us ; the ignorance, the poverty, the sickness, and the crime which are caused by one single, but the most prevalent, habit or vice of drinking needlessly—which destroys the body and mind, and home and family ; do we not all feel that this country would be so changed, and changed for the better, that it would be almost impossible for us to know it again ."—The Right Hon. John Bright, M. P. ABERDEEN: GEORGE 32 MORRICE, UPPERKIRKGATE. Price One Penny. �PUBLISHER'S PREFACE. BELIEVING that it is the duty of every one to do his part in trying to stem the tumultuous tide of intemperance that is surging over society, bearing, on its billows, degradation and misery, wickedness and woe, involving in its evil consequences, to a greater or less extent, every man, woman, and child in the kingdom ;—the following Poem, from the pen of a " Working Man," is offered to the public, in the hope that it will stimulate efforts on the part of all who have the good of their fellow-men at heart. The evils resulting from the drinking customs of society are so great and wide spread, that if they were abolished, the advantages to our country would be incalculable. Let it not be said, that the Author is a day-dreamer, in painting the prosperous condition of our country, after the dethronement of Bacchus has been accomplished, in such fair colours ; or that his ideas are Utopian, and unlikely to be realised. But let all who wish well to the cause of temperance and social prosperity, be earnest and harmonious, in striving for the realisation of this much-tobe-desired object, and long before a hundred years hence, in the words of John Bright, " this country would be so changed, and changed for the better, that it would be almost impossible for us to know it again." �A DREAM PROPHETIC: OR BACCHUS DETHRONED. WHILE musing alone, in a deep meditation, And thinking on life, with its snares and temptation, Its joys, and its sorrows, its hopes, and its fears, I was launched to the future one hundred years. I found myself strolling the streets of a town, An ancient city of fame and renown, Were it not for its landmarks, which stood as of yore, I scarce could believe that I knew it before. Such a change had come o'er it, since last I was there, It caus'd me in wonder, to gaze, and to stare ; In street or in terrace, in court or in wynd, A publican's drink-shop I never could find. I ask'd an old man of benevolent mein, " Can this be the city they call Aberdeen? For things are so alter'd, I'm puzzled to know, If these are the streets that I knew long ago. The people look happy, and healthy, and strong, I never meet one of the staggering throng, Of beggars, and vagrants, I see there are none, And the most of the ' bobbies' appear to be gone. �4 Where now are the dens where the liquor was sold ? And where are the men so defiant and bold ? Who doled out the poison for the sake of its gain, And laugh'd at the victims their traffic had slain. Has remorse taken hold of their hearts at the last ? Have they fled from the trade to atone for the past ? And consience-stricken revolt from pursuing, A calling that causes such sorrow and ruin. Be the cause what it may, I am eager to know, And I fancy that you can be able to show How it all came to pass ; sure the act would be kind, Were you now to consent to enlighten my mind." Astonished, he cried ! " where on earth have you been ? If you know not these things you must surely be green, It is now twenty years, on the first of October, Since the traffic was stopp'd, and the nation made sober. O ! that was a day which shall ne'er be forgot, From the end of the land to the famed John O'Groat— The people rejoiced, and with hearts unrestrained, They sung praises to God for the vict'ry gained. At this present day there are thousands alive, Who refused to believe that the time would arrive, When the strong-holds of drink would be all overthrown, And Bacchus, for ever expell'd from his throne. But when men are in earnest, and truth on their side, With faith in their cause, and their sympathies wide, When love is their aim, and their motives are pure, �5 By the blessing of God, their success must be sure. The clergy, who long looked on unconcerned, At length from enlightened conviction, had learned That by fostering habits, oppos'd to their Master, They would yet be arraign'd for the nation's disaster. Appall'd at the thought, they had rous'd themselves up, And at once from their tables they banish'd the " cup," And from pulpit and press, with their voice and their pen, They promoted the views of the temperance men. And the people were stirr'd, o'er the length of the land, With righteous zeal. And with stern command, Proclaim'd that no ' tinkering' measures would please, That the sale of the poison, for ever must cease. The struggle was hard, and the battle was long, Our foemen were fierce and their interest strong, And like hungry tigers, intent on their prey, They madly rush'd on to the front of the fray. But the fiat went forth, at high Heaven's command, ' Remove ye the curse from the midst of the land,' And their schemes, and their plans, and their armies combined, Were scatter'd like chaff, when it's tossed by the wind. You may search throughout Britain in all its domain— For a drink-seller's sign, but you search it in vain ; Where distilleries stood, is now planted with birches, And some are made stances, for schools, and for churches. What became of the men ?—did I hear you inquire ?— Who dealt in the liquid of death and of fire ! �6 Distillers, and vendors, and big-bellied brewers, Are earning their bread, making ditches and sewers. At first they were haughty, and hardly to please ; They expected to live all their days at their ease, But their riches took wings, they were glad of a crust, For none would engage them to places of trust. A few, it is true, ere the law came in force, Adopted a new, and a wonderful course, Disgusted, and sick, at the scenes, and the quarrels, They smash'd all their bottles, their casks, and their barrels. And employed their talents, their means, and their time, In proving that drink was the parent of crime, And their fervid appeals, and their pictures of woe, Assisted to hasten the fiend's overthrow. You may see what a blessing is brought by the change, No wonder you looked so doubtful, and strange ; Where strife, and starvation, were wont to be found, There, now peace and gladness, and comfort abound. The savings banks flourish, the churches are crowded, And men growing rich, once in poverty shrouded ; In the street where we stand, I could name half-a-score, Who have purchas'd the houses they rented before. The destruction of grain is finally ended, And used for the purpose the Giver intended, And the poor have good cause to be pleased with their lot, When the big quarter loaf can be bought for a groat. It is rumour'd the prison will soon be ' for sale,' �7 They had none for a week, except Barny Macgrail, A wandering wretch, who is harden'd in sin, He was found making free with a bottle of gin. I will tell you of something more wonderful yet, If you walk to the poorhouse, you'll see it ' to let,' While twenty years back, it was cramm'd to the door, This day, though you count them, you'll scarce find a score. And these are now claim'd by their friends and relations, Who once were kept poor by their frequent potations, And now as they're thriving—to make some amends, They have fully resolv'd on maintaining their friends ; And certain I am, that the news will be pleasing, When I tell you that madness is yearly decreasing, The doctors declare that if this is to last, The insane will be soon 'mongst the things that are past. Then why be surpris'd, that policemen are few, When they want their chief work—the incapable crew— And if things will improve, till the end of the fall, It is thought we can safely dispense with them all. All now will admit that the drink was a curse— Destructive to souls and to person and purse— And express their surprise that such terrible wrong, Was permitted to ruin the country so long. And the men who were once stigmatised as extreme,— And twitted, because they kept aye to one theme,— Are honoured, and lauded, in every place, And counted the truest, and best of the race. �8 I was one of that band," my informant exclaimed. " In the temperance ranks, from my youth I was train'd, And the peace, and the blessing, the land has enjoyed, These twenty years past, make my heart overjoyed. My days are nigh spent, I am waiting the call, Which sooner or later, must come to us all ; Farewell now my friend, I have told you my story, To God give the thanks, and the praise, and the glory." I clapped my hands, and I shouted with glee, Rejoicing, to think that my country was free. I awoke with the noise, disappointed I ween, To find that my vision had all been a dream. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/14df519c8fe1e46331836e1dca1ced32.jpg a1938132c0b68c9e04eb8ce5ed0c30ee 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 3662 Width 2247 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A dream prophetic: or, Bacchus dethroned. A temperance poem by a Working Man Subject The topic of the resource Crime Religion and Morals Alcohol Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1875 per National Library of Scotland Language A language of the resource English 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> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Bacchus dethroned Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. The chapbook begins with a “Publisher’s Preface” describing the evils intemperance and alcohol in this troubled time, and supporting the author in his desire for a society governed by temperance and the absence of drink. In the verses of the chapbook, the author describes a vision he has of Aberdeen, one hundred years in the future. He scarcely recognizes his city, clean of all crime, filth, and poverty and filled with happy, productive people, all due to the absence of alcohol which had been abolished for a century. The author paints a picture of an almost utopian society, describing with pleasure all the good that would come from a society of temperance, in religion, economics, and politics. In the end, he is disappointed to wake up and discover it was nothing but a dream. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.nls.uk/</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #5 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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. 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 Aberdeen: George Morrice Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Genre: religion & morals Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Morrice https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/185165e811005442069913367340c9a2.pdf 967fb4f824556426a7f834ed5c796d52 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d55765adadc1a8a0227a91cfb9215a0a.jpg f005823d6d3245ffa2b8eb095d1a3616 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. 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Title A name given to the resource The Kirk, the poets, and the critics by an&nbsp;Auld West Kirk "Believer" Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1874 Language A language of the resource English 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 Aberdeen, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 7 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A diatribe against the current changes and construction going in the Auld West Kirk in Aberdeen. Several officials are satirically lampooned, as are the physical changes being made to the kirk. In addition, several recent publications/chapbooks also against the changes to the kirk are alluded to in this poem by mentioning words from their titles and/or their authors. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<span><a href="http://www.nls.uk/"><span>http://www.nls.uk/</span></a></span> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #4 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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 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 Aberdeen: Alex. Simpson 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 poetry # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: poetry Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: Alex. Simpson https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3e25ec3d4b22f3b7681bfa26e33aec0d.pdf 3fc5a95c1d63ae4d8a6c6aa2dc414a6e PDF Text Text GROANS FROM THE BELIEVERS' GALLERY ON THE RESEATING OF THE "AULD WEST." Aberdeen: GEORGE M I D D L E T O N , SKENE SQUARE. 1874. ��Groans from the Believers' Gallery. It is a custom, and no doubt you know it, With every suckling bard and would-be poet, When brain or heart nears parturition's hour, T' invoke the aid of Heaven, or some such power, The Muse or St. John, angel-like or " dowdy," To act the part of intellectual " howdy," And bring to birth in all the pomp of form, What in their " num skulls" raised so vast a storm. Of course I know that in this age of reason, Such invocation's little short of treason, Since't has been shown (by reasons rather quizzical), That such belongs t' th' stage called metaphysical; And every cobbler that ere swill'd in " swats," Has learned from Bradlaugh and their Charles Watts, That Heaven had never anything to spare, Of what some folks call providential care. But as for me, who, born out of season, Finds faith the basis of all human reason, I needs must when I'm in poetic plight, Seek for some guardian soul to keep me right. �4 Oh shed thy light my darkling page upon, Thou bard of St. Cecilia, Glorious John ! A spice of wit be pleased to sprinkle on it (You know there's little 'neath a Scotchman's bonnet), Of grace and polish add a little share, My limping lines be thy peculiar care; For lines will limp when passion is not full, And the keen edge of wit unused, turns dull: I ask no guidance into nature's plan, But rather sing of city life and man. The big-wigs o' the West in conclave met, To catch the fore-lock of Time's honour'd pate, As recent circumstances raised the thought, That certain alterations might be wrought Within the Kirk, 0 venerable pile ! To make it more complete and of a style. Who leads the van but Lawyer " Black-a-vis," In truth, I wot, a business man he is, Straight as a bullet he goes to the mark, To renovate our old ancestral ark; Galleries and pulpit, railings, windows too, Are swept within his comprehensive view �5 As being out of keeping with the place, Even tho' the biggin' got a whitewash'd face. But who is this, of sullen portly mein ? Big with the fate of Guildry-Fund's I ween, Pompous as portly, learned—as he looks— Cramfull of notions garbled from old books ; In architectural technic, " he's nae blate," Echinus, talon, plinth, and stylobate, He knows a torus from an astragal, And glibly can give Latin for " brick-wall." This is the Dean, the Lord Dean, some folks say, Wha's been at E'nbro' for his F.S.A. ! But where's his Crispin poet, who " sans rogans" Attempted with him lately to " mix moggans He'd sing in loftier numbers than I can, The greatness that belongs to little man ; MacFlecknoe-like lift up the lauding lays. And twine around his "stool" the poet's bays. He is not here, and thus it falls to me To chronicle the sage buffoonery. ?" �Who's next, with voice so pleasing, soft, and low, His nasal feature glorying in a glow Which sheds a radiance o'er his homely face, And adds a lustre where it wants a grace ? " What will it cost?" is all he wants to know— What will it cost! Three hundred pounds or so, To seat the area only of the Church, And leave the " garret people " i' the lurch. For't has been said by F.S.A. & Co., No vandal hands must to the galleries go, They're part and parcel of old Gibb's plan— Perfect! and wont improve by any man. Quite right, they wont improve—then take them down, The only frightful boxes in the town : Dreary and dusty—death to ladies' wares— Abandon comfort all that sit up stairs ! We all admit they're perfect in their way If perfect nuisances they mean to say— Where half the people hear but cannot see, In very truth " believers''' they must be. In front the Provost's dismal tester-bed, Foot thick with dust, holds up its heavy head. What then ? The same authorities declare �7 The asthetic glory of the Kirk lies there ! Perchance the father to this flattering thought, In luring fancy its illusion wrought, With hopes as thick as midges i' the sun, Of civic honours that may yet be won, Hopes that its vacant pillars yet may grace The stoic stillness of some stupid face. Full well I know that once outside the kirk, Into the " press" steps many a stately stirk, To crush opponents, whom they cannot carry, By the sheer weight of their vocabulary ; Some will claim hearing by their strength of cash, And social status consecrate their trash— But we plain mortals of the upper-flats Would reason with you,—Come, pray tell us, what's Basilica to us, or we to it, If by perpetuation we're to sit, Behind the pulpit among dusty timmers, Where sleep alone relieves us weary sinners ? We want to hear and see as well as you, Who sit beneath in easy, cushioned pew, And all the bunkum you may choose to scrawl, Of apsis, nave, pilaster, astragal, Can never justify our seeming doom, �8 To the perpetual shades of dust and gloom. Just take a twal-month up 'mang th' believers, Facts are the chiels that never turn deceivers, You'd shortly veer your " talkee talkee" round, Give more of sense, if less of empty sound. The plan on which we formed our Committee, Was " I'll claw your back, an' then ye'll claw me" ; It worked " richt bravely," for the parson smiled, To see how nicely each his neighbour oiled; Little was said, but " muckle thocht," that day, As each moved off, reflecting by the way. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/20e65d787299d50d0b10240d524e53b9.jpg 841c74279d711d4499c7d93b7d3748dc 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 3356 Width 2180 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 Groans from the Believers' gallery on the reseating of the "Auld West" Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Carrickfergus (Northern Ireland) -- History -- Siege, 1760 Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1874 Language A language of the resource English 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 Aberdeen, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A diatribe against certain recent rulings and individuals who have been in charge of making decision regarding church reforms, construction, and the movement of seats within the ‘Auld West Kirk’. Certain individuals are lampooned, as are the changes in the congregation, in this invective against the upper class and business-like management of the kirk. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<span><a href="http://www.nls.uk/"><span>http://www.nls.uk/</span></a></span> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #3 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks 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 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 Aberdeen: George Middleton 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 poetry # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: poetry Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Middleton https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0b9675786d1f92a795a67a4924a4fea4.pdf a8e2cfc1e26e4f4e489028106486e7b6 PDF Text Text No. 1. Bon-Accord Rhymes and Ballads. A BRIG TO TORRY. Aberdeen: GEORGE MIDDLETON, SKENE SQUARE. 1876. ��A B R I G T O T O R R Y . This sad disaster by the boat Has raised the question often fought: The cry is up, and so it ought— We'll hae a Brig to Torry ! And but for party-faction plots, That cast on man's deeds many blots, We'd pass'd by brig, and no by boats, Langsyne across to Torry, Now, party faction cease for once, Nor let us lose the present chance, The money all at once advance, And build the Brig to Torry. Think not of plotting, selfish men, Whose sordid wish is all for gain ; Whose only care is but their ain. And no a Brig to Torry. A Company has offer made— Four thousand pounds this scheme to aid ; Some say that they would well be paid By this new Brig to Torry. �4 And little doubt they've reckon'd weel, To by this bargain hae a " feel "; Fairplay even to the very de'il, And to the Lairds o' Torry. If they have spirit thus to stir, And push their schemes ahead wi' virr, And round the city make it whir— Come, gae's a Brig to Torry ! We'r a' affected by this shock, We feel it keen, nor at it mock, And say, " Come, let us all now yoke And build a Brig to Torry." To Balnagask we look for aid; On a' the lairds we'll make a raid Whose tenants o'er this brig will trade Between our town and Torry. But if they do not come like men, To help according to their gain, We'll treat them aye wi' great disdain, A t Aberdeen and Torry. The Baker Lairds had well take heed, Kincorth we know is their's by deed, The thousands here who eat their bread, Say, " mind our Brig to Torry," �5 And who is great, so far's we ken, But generous-hearted, honest men, To all good things who say, " Amen," And great success to Torry. And what is wealth to laird or king, If man's respect it does not bring, So freely give, and that's the thing To bring respect at Torry. But greedy, grasping, selfish sots, Who keep their pennies, pounds, and groats, They're little better than the stots— Just drown them a' at Torry. When river Dee they did divert, To build the brig they had nae heart, But for that blunder now we'll smart— A dearer Brig to Torry. Had then the piers erected been, Much cheaper had the work been deen. Before the river e'er was seen, In its new course at Torry. But wha's to blame, I winna say't, Just build the brig and frankly pay't, Nor raise again our party hate, To damn the Brig to Torry. �And Torry Farm I'll only name, To state the case would raise a flame That Dee itself could never tame, 'Twould blaze the Brig to Torry. So let us quench each party word, True to the name of Bon-Accord, To quarrel now we can't afford, We want a Brig to Torry. Our present Council offers well, And what's their duty seem to feel, Four thousand pounds they out will deal, To build a Brig to Torry. Twelve thousand pounds the brig will cost, Just raise the sum, nor time be lost, The Council then must do their most To build the Brig to Torry, This brig, a handsome brig maun be. Not to disgrace our bonnie Dee, A something to let strangers see, When gaun across to Torry. When Jamieson, our worthy Pro', Was Dean of Guild, some years ago, The Progress Party, then the go, Tormented him 'bout Torry. �7 No more he is the worthy Dean, But Provost now of Aberdeen ; He'll show them progress wi' a steen, And build the Brig to Tony. And when this Brig at last we get, And that must be no distant date. Then we will fear no tide nor spate When gaun across to T o n y . But, Provost man, that is not all The projects you have at your call, So keep your foot now at the ball, But still remember Tony. The Carriage Drive from Market Street To Bridge of Dee you must complete; Push 0n, and let us shortly see't And a bonny Brig to Tony. Next Rosemount district keep in view, It wants accesses one or two ; 'T would be a boon to not a few, As well's a Brig to Tony. But Provost, Sir, I would not dare, To name what all your projects were, But, pardon me, I have a care About a Brig to Tony. �8 Now Torry men just cock your cap, We'll yet bridge o'er the watery gap, Then back and fore we'll safely stap Between our town and Torry. Nae mair on pleasure days we'll see, And mourn our friends drown'd in the Dee, Such sad disaster cannot be When we've a Brig to Torry. Our lads and lasses then might gang Wi' safety out the rocks amang, To gather dulse, or sing a sang, On beach or braes at Torry. Oh ! had this brig but biggit been, This last disaster none had seen, A sair, sair heart to mony ane— They'll aye remember Torry. But what is past we canna mend, Yet a sad lesson it does send, To present duty let's attend, And build the Brig to Torry. Then strike the iron while 'tis hot, Delays are dangerous, trust them not, Or all our plans will come to naught, As well's a Brig to Torry. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8354c02678fc22eb79ea6c22657d23da.jpg d09d1704883339eddae03a9d78308c5b 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 3894 Width 2406 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A brig to Torry Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1876 Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource ballad 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> Abstract A summary of the resource. This song is a political action piece written to urge the population and politicians of Aberdeen to build a bridge to the district of Torry within the city following a ferry disaster which killed 32 people. Ferries and boats had previously been the only way to access the district after the diversion of the river Dee had cut it off, and, according to the song, dithering between different political parties over the cost of the project had prevented a bridge from being built previously. The ballad names several different districts, politicians, and groups with an interest in building the bridge in an effort to raise the funds for a new bridge to prevent future disasters. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. 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. National Library of Scotland<a href="National%20Library%20of%20Scotland%20http%3A//www.nls.uk/"> http://www.nls.uk/</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #1 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Bon-Accord rhymes and ballads ; no.1 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Aberdeen, Scotland 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 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 Aberdeen: George Middleton Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: lion(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Middleton Heraldry https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/df0820f16e18835dc3d1886475aa6edf.jpg 5c4e84735def08e97f5427a62c729eba https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/1d9bbe003810f3581135bc3aebc2d2ce.pdf 2a1b0c9c6ba113ec93827057f7cdf2ab PDF Text Text JEMMY OP AND NANCY Y A R M O U T H ; OR THE CONSTANT LOVERS- A TRAGICAL BALLAD. GLASGOW: ? PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 3 �JEMMY AND NANCY OF YARMOUTH. Lovers, I pray, lend an ear to my story, Take an example by this constant pair; How love a young woman did blast in her glory— Beautiful Nancy of Yarmouth, we hear. She was a merchant s only daugnter, Heir unto fifteen hundred a year ; A young man who courted her call'd her his jewel, The son of a gentleman who lived near. Many long years the fair maid he admir'd, When they were infants in love they agreed: And when at age this young couple arriv'd, Cupid an arrow between them display'd. Their tender hearts were linked together— But when her parents the same they did hear, They to their charming young beautiful daughter Acted a part that was hard and severe. Daughter they said give o'er your proceeding; If that against our consent you do wed, For evermore we resolve to disown you, If you wed with one that is so mean bred. Her mother said, You have a great fortune, Besides you are beautiful, charming, and young, You are a match, dear child, that is fitting For any lord that is in Christendom. Then did reply the young beautiful virgin, Riches and honour I both do defy, If that I am denied of my dearest lover, Then farewell world! which is all vanity. �3 fj Then said her father, 'Tis m j resolution, Although I have no more daughters but thee, Jf that with him you resolve for to marry, Banish'd for ever from me thou shalt be. Well, cruel father, but this I desire, Grant me that Jemmy once more I may see, Though you do us part, I still will be loyal. For none in the world I admire but he. I j n u II l For the young man he sent in a passion, Saying, For ever, sir, now take your leave ; I have a match more fit for my daughter, Therefore it is but a folly to grieve. Honoured father, then said the young lady, Promis'd we are by the powers above ; Why of all comforts will you bereave me, Our love is fix'd never to be remov'd. Then said her father, A trip to the ocean, You first shall go in a ship of my own, And I'll consent you shall have my daughter, When to Yarmouth again you return. Honoured sir, then said the two lovers, Since 'tis your will we are bound to obey, Our constant hearts can never be parted, But our eager desires no longer can stay. Then said kind Nancy, Behold, dearest Jemmy, Here take this ring, the pledge of our vows, And with it my heart, keep it safe in your bosom, Carry it with you wherever you go. Then in his arms he close did enfold her, While crystal tears like a fountain did flow ; �4 Crying, My heart in return I do give you, And you shall be present wherever I go. When on the ocean, my dear, I am sailing, The thoughts of my jewel the compass shall steer These tedious long days time soon will devour, And bring me home again safe to my dear. Therefore be constant, my dear lovely jewel, For by the Heavens ! if you are untrue, My troubled ghost shall torment you for ey.qj, Dead or alive I will have none but you. Her lovely arms round his neck then she twined, And saying, My dear when you are on the seas. If the fates unto us should prove cruel, That we each other no more ever see ; No man alive shall ever enjoy me— Soon as the tidings of death reach my ear, Then like a poor unfortunate lover, Down to the grave I will go with my dear. Then with a sorrowful sigh lie departed, The wind next morning blew a pleasant gale ; All things being ready, the fam'd Mary Gailey Then for Barbadoes she straightway set sail. Jemmy was floating upon the wide ocean, And her cruel parents were plotting the while, How that the heart of their beautiful daughter, With cursed gold should strive tp beguile. Many a lord of fame, birth, and breeding, Came to court this young beautiful maid ; But their rich presents and proffers she slighted, Constant I'll be to my jewel, she said. �5 Young Jemmy was comely in every feature, A Barbadoes Lady whose fortune was great, So fix'd her eyes that she cried, If I have not This brave English sailor I die for his sake. She dressed herself in gallant attire, With costly diamonds she plaited her hair, And a hundred slaves well dressed to attend her, She sent for this young man to come to her. Come nobis sailor, she cried, can you fancy A lady whose riches are very great hundred slaves you shall have to attend you; And music to charm you in your silent sleep. .In robes of gold, my dear, I will deck you, Pearls and rich jewels I'll lay at your feet, In a chariot of gold you shall ride for your pleasure, If you can fancy me answer me straight. Amazed with wonder a while he stood gazing, Forbear noble lady, at length, he replied, In flourishing England I've vow'd to a lady, At my return for to make her my bride. She is a charming young beautiful creaturp, She has my heart and I can love no more; I bear in my eye her sweet lovely feature, No other creature in earth I'll adore. Hearing of this, she did rave in distraction, Crying, Unfortunate niaid thus to love, One that does basely slight all my glory, And of my person he will not- approve. Lords of renown I their favours have slighted, Now I must dje.for a sailor so bold: �G I must not blame him because he is constant, True love I know is far better than gold. A costly jewel she instantly gave him, Then in her trembling hand took a knife, One fatal stroke before they could save her, Quickly did put an end to her life. Great lamentation was made for this lady— Jemmy on board the ship he did steer ; And then to England he homeward came sailing With a longing desire to meet with his dear. But when her father found he was returning, A letter he wrote to the boatswain his friend, Saying a handsome reward 1 will give you, If you the life of young Jemmy will end. Void of all grace and for sake of the money, The cruel boatswain the same did complete, As they on the deck were lovingly walking, He suddenly tumbled him into the deep. In dead of the night when all were asleep, His troubled ghost to his love did appear, Crying, Arise you beautiful Nancy, Perform the vow you made to your dear. She cried, Who is there under my window ? Surely it is the voice of my dear : Lifting her head off her downy pillow, Straight to the casement she then did repair. By light of the moon which brightly was shining, She espied her lover who to her did say, Your parents are sleeping, before they awaken, Stir my dear creature and straight come away. �7 Jemmy, she cried, if my father should hear thee, We sliall be ruin'd, pray therefore repair, At the sea-side I will instantly meet you, With my two maids I will come to thee there. Her night-gown embroider'd with gold and silver, Carelessly round her body she throws, With the two maidens v/ho did attend her, To meet her true love she instantly goes. Close in his arms the spirit did enfold her, Jemmy, she said, you are colder than clay ; Sure you can never be the man I admire, Paler than death you appear unto me. Yes, fair creature, I am your true lover, Dead or alive you know you are mine : I come for my vow, my dear, you must follow My body now to a cold watery tomb. I for your sake refus'd gold and silver, Beauty and riches for you I despis'd, A charming young lady for me did expire, For, thinking of you, I was deaf to her cries. Your cruel parents iiave been my undoing, And I do sleep in a watery tomb, Now for your promise, my dear, I am sueing, Dead or alive, love, you are my own. The trembling lady was sorely affrighted. Amazed she stood near the brink of the sea, With eyes lift to heaven she cried, Cruel parents, Heaven requite you for your cruelty. Indeed I promis'd, my dearest creature, Dead or alive I would be his own ; �8 Now to perform my solemn Y W I am ready, O And to follow him to his watery tomb. The maids they heai'd the sad lamentation, But the apparition indeed could not see; Thinking the lady was fallen into distraction, They strove to persuade her contented to be. ' H •.! • But still she cried, My dear I am coming, And in thy bosom I'll sooii fall asleep ; When she had spoke, this unfortunate lady Suddenly plung'd herself into the deep. But when to her father the maids told the,matter, He wrung his hands, crying, What have I done,? O h ! dearest child it was thy cruel father That did provide thee a watery tomb Two or three days then being expir'd, These two unfortunate lovers were seen, In each other's arni^^hey together were floating, By the side of a ship on the watery main. The cruel boatswain was stricken with horror, Straight did confess the sad deed he had done-— Shewing the letter that came from her father, Which was the cause of.these true lovers' doom. On board the ship he was tried for the murder, A t the yard's arm Was hang'd for the same, Her father he soon broke his heart for his daughter^ Before the ship into the harbour then came. The cursed gold has caused destruction, W h y should the rich covet after gain ? I hope this story it will be a warning;; That cruel parents may ne'er do the same. � 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 003: Title-page illustration of a dancing sailor wearing a hat, scarf, and open jacket. 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 Jemmy and Nancy of Yarmouth; or the constant lovers, a tragical ballad 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 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9943830963505154">s0615b47</a> Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource '3' printed at the bottom of the title-page Woodcut #03: Illustration on title-page of a dancing sailor wearing a hat, scarf, and open jacket Accrual Method The method by which items are added to a collection. Purchased through the Jane Grier Family Trust. 2012. 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 href="University%20of%20Glasgow%20Union%20Catalogue%20of%20Scottish%20Chapbooks%20%20http%3A//special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. The subject of this ballad is parental opposition to the lovers, Jemmy and Nancy. Returning to England from a forced voyage to Barbados, Jemmy is pushed overboard by a fellow crewman on instructions from Nancy’s father. His ghost appears to Nancy, who throws herself into the sea; the boatswain is hanged and the father dies of a broken heart. Despite his death of a broken heart, the father neither repents of his action nor recognizes his actions as sinful. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The constant lovers, a tragical ballad Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collection, 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 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 Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow 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 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1831-1840 Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): jacket Fashion (Clothing): pants Fashion (Clothing): sailor uniform Fashion (Clothing): scarves Fashion (Clothing): top hat Fashion (Clothing): waist coat Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Occupation : sailor Outdoor Scene