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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Bonnie Baby Livingstone; To which is added the Twa Martyrs' Widows. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923274343505154">s0094b20</a> Description An account of the resource 78 printed at the bottom of the title-page Woodcut image of a man with arm around woman holding a rose on title-page Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Twa Martyrs' Widows Abstract A summary of the resource. Two ballads are presented here. The first tells the tale of young woman who is stolen away from her home in Dundee by a Highland lord. He takes her away to be his bride, but she refuses to have him. She manages to get a letter to her love, John Hay, who comes and rescues her from the Highlanders. The second song is the lament of two widows of martyrs as they mourn the loss of their husbands and Scotland’s loss of two covenanters. Subject The topic of the resource Covenanters Chapbooks-Scotland-Glasgow Courtship Marriage Religion Crime Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Dundee, Scotland Highlands Scotland Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Type The nature or genre of the resource ballad Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/a88ea6370d2c9be84bcffb253d4599f0.pdf 3bebbfe83e77093db48e714948c01bf8 PDF Text Text Bonny Barbara Allan. THE MINSTREL. Oh! Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' me. Here awa, there awa NAEBODY. PRITNED E D THEB U R G H : FOR I N BOOKSELLERS, �BONNY BARBARA ALLAN. I t was in and about the Martinmas time When the green leaves were a-falling, That Sir John Graeme in the west counTry Fell in iove with Barbara Allan. H e sent his man down thro' the toWn, To the place where she was dwelling, O haste and come to my master dear, Gin ye be Barbara Allan. O hooly hooly rose she up, To the place where he was lying, And when she drew the curtain by, Young man, I think ye're dying. O its I'm sick, and very very sick, And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan, O the better for me ye'se never be, Tho' your heart's blood were a-spilling O dinna ye mind, young man, said she, When ye was in the tavern a drinking, �That ye made the healths gae round and round, And slighted Barbara Allan. He tufft'd his face unto the wall, And death was with him dealing, Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all, And be kind to Barbara Allan. And slowly slowly raise she up, And slowly slowly left him; And sighing, said, she could na stay, Since death of life had reft him. She had not gane a mile but twa, When she heard the dead bell ringing And ev'ry jow that the dead-bell gied, It cry'd, Woe to Barbara Allan. O mother, mother, mak my bed, O mak it saft and narrow, Since my love died for me to-day, I'll die for him to-morrow. �4 THE MINSTREL. Keen blaws the wind o'er DonnochtHead, The snaw drives snellie thro' the dale; The Gaberlunzie tirls my sneck, And, shivering, tells his waefu' tale. Cauld is the night, O let me in, And dinna let your minstrel fa'; And dinna let his winding sheet Be naething but a wreath o' snaw. Full ninety winters hae I seen, (flew; And pip'd whar gor-cocks whirring And mony a day ye've danc'd I ween, To lilts which from my drone I blew. My Eppie wak'd, and soon she cried, Get up, gudeman, and let him in; For weel ye ken the winter nights Seem'd short when he began his din. My Eppie's voice, O wow it's sweet, E'en tho' she bans and scaulds a wee; But when it's tun'd to sorrow's tale, O, haith, it's doubly dear to me. �5 Come in, a u l d carle, I'll steer my fire, I'll mak it bleeze a bonnie flame, Your bluid is thin, ye've tint the gate, Ye should na stray sae far frae hame. Nae hame hae I, the minstrel said, Sad party-strife o'erturn'd my ha'; And, weeping, at the eve of life, I wander thro' a wreath o' snaw. FAIREST OF T H E FAIR. O Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town; Can silent glens have charms for thee, T h e lowly cot, and russet gown? Nae ianger drest iri silken sheen, Nae langer deck'd wi' jewels rare, Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa, Wilt thou not cast a look behind? Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw, Nor shrink before the warping wind ? O can that saft and gentlest mien, Severest haidships learn to bear, �6 Nor sad regret each courtly scene, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? O Nannie, canst thou love so true, Throl perils keen wi' me to gae? Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of wae. And when invading pains befal, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wishful those gay scenes recal, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death? And wilt thou o'er his much-lov'd clay, Strew flow'rs, and drop the tender tear? Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wast fairest of the fair? NAEBODY. I'll partake wi' naebody; I'll tak cuckold frae nane, I'll gie cuckold to naebody. I �7 I hae a penny to spend, There—thanks to naebody I hae naething to lend, I'll borrow frae naebody. I am naebody's lord, I'll be slave to naebody; I hae a guid braid sword, I'll tak dunts frae naebody. I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for naebody; If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody. WANDERING WILLIE. Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie, Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting, [ee; Fears for my Willie brought tears in my Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie, The sharper to nature, my Willie to me. �8 Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wnuken ye breezes, row gently ye billows, [my arms. And waft my, dear laddie ance mair to But oh, if he's faithless, and mind na his Nannie, (main; Flow still between us, thou wide-roaring May I never see it, may I never trow it, But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/68d60aafa7e4a94a39c4b79e8b512a75.jpg 93b4183fc3def85865e4d19f3a971bfd 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 2953 Width 1780 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. 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Chapbook #74 in a bound collection of 77 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. 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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 Bonny Mally Stewart; To which are added, Her blue rollin' e'e. The braes o'Gleniffer. Waes me for prince Charly. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1825 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133973505154">s0042b27</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #6 in a bound collection of 37 chapbooks Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Her blue rollin' e'e. The braes o'Gleniffer. Waes me for prince Charly. Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of Christian religious figure on title-page Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Stirling Highlands War Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of songs and ballads. In the first, when a young soldier in the king’s guard must leave to fight for his king, his sweetheart begs to accompany him in disguise as a fellow soldier, causing strife between the two as he is sent abroad to fight. In the second, the beauty of a young woman is praised by comparing her features to various features of Nature. The third song is a lament of a young woman whose love has marched off to war, leaving her behind to compare the desolation of winter of the surrounding valley to the desolation of her heart. In the last song, a bird sings a lament for Prince Charlie, who after his defeat is forced to run and live rough in a land that should be his by rights. Type The nature or genre of the resource ballad Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Stirling: Printed by W. Macnie Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/053a419ffc446fb354d557cf5448e532.jpg dffbd5ad5eee3a3a4194d2af932cf507 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 3345 Width 1949 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 on title-page portraying Group of 3 men wearing feathered caps and wearing plaid (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/aa3ff3058c1b0056bcc8ad1e85501c3d.pdf 86f12ff75a2539b730fc5eae0df85183 PDF Text Text Britain's Alarm. T o which ore added, O D E A R ! I'M SO P L E A S ' D . T H E D A V Y B O N N Y J O N E S ' S B O Y . L O C K E R . THRO' THE W O O D L A D D I E . M A N K I N D ALL TANNERS. K D W A R D and B E T S Y. ARRIVED AT PORTSMOUTH. O A T H S IN F A S H I O N . G L A S G O W , Printed by J. and M . Robertfon, Saltmarket, i8c.j. �B R I T A I N ' S A L A R M . T O arms ! gallant Britons of every degree, T o arms ! if you want to live happy and free ; T h e foe's on the coaft—-there's no room for delay ; Let us rife in a tnafs, boys, and drive them away. chorus. Britons, arm & unite ! like true Britons ftill fight ; Fight bold and together ; never mind the weather ; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die. Let croakers talk on of this terrible foe ; The foe is a Frenchman, and Frenchmen we know: Whether monkies, of tigers, or devils they be, We've beat them we know,, both by land & by fea. CHORUS. Britons, arm & unite! like true Britons ftill fight; Fight bold and together; never mind the weather; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die W hat tho'they nowboaft of their conqueft & fpoils, And murders at which human nature recoils? (plain, Theyhav^r.c'er conquer'dus & they (hall not that's We have thrcfti'd them oft foundly, & will fo again* c II o R\u s, Britons, arm & unite! like true Britons ftill fight \ Fight bold and together ; never mind the weather; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die. Rememberhowhoftsof thefeFrenchmen did yield, At Crefly, at Poifkiers, and Agincourt's field* And (hall we now fuiTer their vain gafconade ? Or (ball they unpunifh'd, Great Britain invade ? CHORUS. Britons, arm 3c unite! like true Britons ftill fight; Fight bold and together -9 never mind the weather ; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die* �Theyboaft of their freedom,but whoare fuch (laves? And who are fo free as wt? (ons of the waves ? W h a t Frenchman with all his vain boafling, can fay, That his loaf, that his life is his own for a day ? CHORUS. Britons, arm & unite! like true Britons (till fight; Fight bold and together; never mind the weather ; Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer or die. In this happy Ifle every man lives fecure; Our liberty, property, all guarded fure ; T h e higheft and lowed all equally f r e e ; W h a t nation on earth then fo happy as we ? etc. CHORUS. Britons, arm & unite! like true Britons flill fighf; Fight bold and together; never mind the weather} Like Sons of Britannia we'll conquer pr die. T o arms, then! to arms! and repel the proud foe, W h o would land us in anarchy, bloodfhed, & woe, hzt us rife like our Ifie's irrefillible waves, And teach them that Britons will never be (laves. CHORUS. Britons, arm & unite ! like true Britons flill fight; Fight bold and together ; never mind the weather; Like Sons of Britannia well conquer or die. O D E A R ! I ' M S O P L E A S ' D. W k g n StrepHon appears, how my heart pit a pat, (Views the tender emotion with which it is feiz'd. T o the fhepherd*s bewitching gay innocent chat, I could liften for ever, O dear! I'm fo pleaa'd. My grandmother frowns, & protefis I'm toojoung,' wi h the 1 {Ton of Cupid (o foon to be teaz'd, n T u t fo f w c e t ' s the honey that falls from his tongue, 1 laugh at my grandmam ; O d c a r ! I'm fo picas ds �Should he afk me to wed, 28 he hinted to-day, when my hand he fo foft & fo tenderly fqueez'd, He's fo pretty a Twain that I can't fay him nay, I'm refolv'd to be marry'd, 0 rfear I I'm fo pleas'd. '^MS®*** -THE 3 O N N Y — BOY. I r was once f lov'd a bonny, bonny boy, I lov'd him I vow and proteft, 1 lov'd him fo very, very well I built him a birth on my breaft. I built &c. It was upon the green forefl:, and down the green Like one that was troubled in mind, (foreft, I hoop'd and I call'd, I play'd on my ilute, But no bonny boy could I find, But, etc. I look'd up high, and I look'd dawn low, Arrd the fun fhone wonder fu' warm, And who fhould I fee but my bonny boy, H e was fall in another girl's arms. He, etc® < Then he (iretch'd forth his lity white hand, And he thought I was at his command, But i parted by cafl never an eyev And he thought 1 "was bound in love's bond. And he thought, etc. T h e n he tcok me on his difTcmbling knee, And he look'd me right up in the face, He gave to mc a ditfembUng kifs, And his heart was in another girl's bread, etc. Oh ! the girl that enjoys my bonny bonny boy, I'm Aire (he is not to blame, For many a long night he has robb'd me of my red, But he never Ihall do it again, But, etc. �[ DAVY S 3 JONES'S LOCKER. W Hen lad honeft Jack/of whofe fate I now fing, weigh'd anchor and caft out for fea, For he ne'er refus'd tor his country and King to tight, for no lubber was he ; T o hand, reef, & (leer, & houfe every thing tight, full well did he know every inch, Tho* the toplifts of failors the ^ m p e f t ihould fmite, Jack never was known for to flinch. CHORUS. T h o ' the toplifts of failors the teriipeft fhouid fmite, Jack never was known for to flinch* Aloft from the maft head one day he efpy'd feven fail, which appear'd to his view, Clear thedecks, fpunge theguns, was inftantlycry'd, and each to his liation then flew; And fought until many a noble was (lain, and filcnced was every gun, 'Twas then that old lingliih valour was vain, for by numbers, alas ! they're undone. CHORUS. 'Twas then that old England's valour was vain, for by numbers, alas . they're undone. Yet think not bold Jack, tho' by conquest difmay'd, could tamely fubmit to his fate; When his country he found he no longer could ferve, looking round, he addrels'd thus t^ach mate, What's life, d'ye fee, when our liberty's gone, much nobler it were for to die, So now for old Davy, then plung'd in the main, ev'n the cherub above heav'd ? % h , Chor. vSo now f o r o i i Davy, then piur.g dinthe main, C'cn the cherub abovfc heav'd a ftgh. �I 6 3 T H R O ' THfe W O O D LADDIE. O Sandy, why ieave6 thou thy Nelly to mourn ? f h y prefence cou'd eafe me, When naeihing can pleafe me : Now dowie I figh on the bank cf the burn, Or thro' the wood, iaddle, until thou return, Tho* woods now are bonny, and mornings are clear, While lav'rockp are Tinging, A n d primrofes fpringing j Yet nane of them pleales fny eye or my ear, W h e n thro' the wood, laddie, ye dinna appear. That I am forfaken, feme fpare not to tell : I'm falh'd wi' their fcorning, Baith evening and morning, Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wi* a knell, W h e n thro" the wood, laddie, L wandei my fell. Then flay, my dear Sandy nae langer away, But quick as an arrow, Halle here to thy marrow, W h a ' s living in langour, till that -happy day, (play. When thro 1 the wood, laddie, we'll dance, fing and —- •• wiM.^^ig^jjViHiBi'iiwi! MANKIND A L L T A N N E R S . ^OME, liften ye lads, and ye lafies around, j T o a fiave cr two fung by Harry Hidebound, A tanner I am, of no humble degree, And tanners aU mankind I'll prove are like me, Tol de rol, etc. C The lawyer fo great with big wig and lonp band, His conscience, as bullock's hide, ftoutly i r n ' d , Yet touch with a double fee wifely that part, T w i l l ftretch like a glove it is tann'd with fucb art. �X 7 1 Ph^ficians, iikewile are all fanners by trade. And fortuneshv working on (heep-fluns have made; With bark they kcrp tanning fheir patienls inf:de, Till fhoemak&r. Death bores a hole thro' the hide. To! de roll, &c. T o the tan-pit of Cupid fond lovers repair, And throw rhemfelves in thro* a fit of defpair, But Hymen good natur'dly oft helps them out, And their heartsbeing tann'-d why they foon get about To! de rcl!, &c The foes of old England don't tanning defpife, And to fenfon their hides well, think they are wife; But in fpite of the devil, that Tanner of fins, W h e n Britons ftrike hom»,thev(han't fleep in whole l o l de roll, &c ' (ttins. E D W A R D A N D B E T S Y . Y Oung Edward was faithful, & Betfy was true, when war cail'd her foldier away, She parted in tears, and he figh'd out adieu, and they never more met from th$t day. Forcourage;with Ed ward there'sfe wcouldcompare, but his foes would not favour the brave, W h e n dying, his Betfy alone was his care, he bled her, then funk to his grave. T h f wars were all over, ilill conflant lifer heart, now expedted her folder's return, Poor maiden, how wilt thou furvive the keen fmart 9 thy Edward in tears thou wilt mourn. T h e news foon arriv'd 'hat her foldier was (lain, O Edward ! (he fauUering cry'd, We'll meet in a world where we'll ne'er part again, then fainting, (he droop'd »nd (he dy'd. �L ARRIVED AT 8 1 PORTSMOUTH. W I T H pride we ftecr'd for England's coaft, Her hills arofe in mifty blue j Six prizes of the line our boaft, Another ftruck and funk in view ! O ftill to guard this Ifle, the battle we'll fuftain, And dare the perils of the ftormy main ! Within the bofom of the land, •» The claims of relative and friend| r - The prowefs of cur fleets demand : Their rights upon our arms depend : O Hill to guard this Ifle, the battle we'll fuftain. And dare the perils of the raging main ! Sweet love ; this bofom know thy pow'r, T h e dafhing waves that foam along, Hear F^ny's name at midnight hour, T h e tender burthen of my fong: For Britain's lovely dames, the battle we fuftain, And dare the perils of the ftormy main ! O A T H S IN F A S H I O N . C Uftom prevailing fo long 'mongft the great, makes oaths eafy potions to fleep on ; W h i c h many (on gaining good places) repeat, without e'er deigning to keep one. For an oath's feldom kef t, as a virgin's fair fame, a lover's food vowf, or a prelate's good name j . A lawyer to truth., or a ftatefman from blame, or a patriot^ heart in a courtier. G L A S G O W , Printed by J. & M. Robertfon, Saltm?.iket, 1804. � 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 009: Title-page illustration in double-ruled rectangular borderof a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts: two are playing a bagpipe, one is playing a drum, and one is holding a sword. They are standing in a row next to a well dressed man. who is wearing a hat and long coat. 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 Britain's alarm. To which are added, O dear! I'm so pleas'd. The bonny boy. Davy Jones's locker. Thro' the wood laddie. Mankind all tanners. Edward and Betsy. Arrived at Portsmouth. Oaths in fashion. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1804 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/alma9923276173505154">s0300b27</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. O dear! I'm so pleas'd. The bonny boy. Davy Jones's locker. Thro' the wood laddie. Mankind all tanners. Edward and Betsy. Arrived at Portsmouth. Oaths in Fashion Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow War Courtship and Marriage Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Description An account of the resource Woodcut #09: Illustration on title-page of a group of 3 soldiers wearing feathered caps and kilts (1 playing bagpipes, 1 playing drums, 1 holding a sword) standing next to a gentleman wearing a hat and holding a walking stick. # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1801-1810 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: J. & M. Robertson Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (military) Fashion (Clothing): coat Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): jacket Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): knee breeches Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Fashion (Clothing): upper class Gender: man/men Musical Instruments: bagpipe(s) Musical Instruments: drum(s) Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/44716e16ff171e660888ad410379d974.pdf 45b630ecf7ce73d8966add20e42e06aa PDF Text Text BRUCE'S ADDRESS, To which is added My Love is like a red, red rose, THE PLOUGHMAN, ROBIN ADAIR, Away with this sadness, H I G H L A N D WHISKY. GLASGOW: Published and Sold. Wholesale and Retail, by R. Hutchison, Bookseller, 19. Saltmarket. 1823. �BRUCE'S ADDRESS. N e a r Bannockburn King Edward lay, T h e Scots they were not far away; Each eye bent on the break of day, Glimm'ring frae the cast. At last the sun shone o'er the heath. which lighted up the field o f death! W h i l e Bruce, with soul-inspiring breath: His heroes thus address'd: " Scots, wha ha'e wi' W a l l a c e bled; Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; W e l c o m e to your gory bed, O r to victory! Now's the day, an' now's the hour; See the front o f battle lour; See approach proud Edward's p o w e r — Chains and slavery! W h a will be a traitor knave? W h a can fill a coward's grave? W h a sae base as b e a slave? Coward ! turn an' flee! Wha for Scotland's king an' law, Fredom's sword will strongly draw? �Freman stand or freman fa'? C a l e d o n i a n ! on wi' me! By oppression's woes and pains;. B y your sons in servile chains; W e will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! L a y the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in ev'ry f o e ! Liberty's in every blow! L e t us d o or d i e ! " Now fury Forward, Forward, And kindled every eye, forward, was the c r y ! Scotland d o o r die! where's the knave shall turn? A t last they all ran to the fray, W h i c h gave to Scotland liberty! A n d lang did Edward rue the day He cam to Bonnockburn. M Y L O V E IS L I K E A RED, RED ROSE. O , MY love is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in J u n e : O, That's sweetly play'd in tune. �4 As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, S o deep in love am I ; A n d I will love the still, my dear, T h o ' a' the seas gang d r y . Tho' a' the seas, &c. Till a' the seas gang dry; my dear, And the rocks melt wi, the sun; A n d I will love the still, my dear, W h i l e the sands of life shall run. But fare the well, my only l o v e ! And A n d I will c o m e again, my love, T h o ' 'twere ten thousand mile. Tho' 'twere, &c. THE PLOUGHMAN. THE Ploughman wakes from transient dream, A n d blythe renews his useful toil; H e sings, to cheer his patient team, A s they unwearied turn the soil. His song is answered from yon tree, By blackbird's note or mellow thrush; A n d sprightly linnets sing with glee, In flowr'y glen and hawthorn bush. �5 H i s health is sound, his heart is gay, H e neither envieslordsnorkings, T h e chearful dayglidesswiftaway, A s thus he labours and he sings. He snuffs the fragrant gale of morn, W h i l e Phoebus lifts his fervent eye; All naturewelcomeshisreturn, His brightened blaze illumes the sky. T h ePloughman,happyinhislot, Ambition never tempts his view, Y o u , who have sweetcontentforgot, C o m e learnofhimthatholdstheplough. ROBIN ADAIR. What's this dull town to me ? Robin's not near: What was't I wish'd to see? W h a twish'dtohear? Where's all the j o yandmirth, Made this town jheaven on earth? Oh ! they're all fled with thee, Robin Adair W h a t made the assembly shine? Robin W h a t made the ball so f i n e ? Robin was there : Adair. �Whatwhentheplay was o'er, W h a t made my heart so sore? O h ! itpartingwith Robin Adair. But now thou'rt cold to me Ro But now thou'rt cold to me, Ro Y e t him I lov'd so well, Still in my heart shall dwell; O h ! I can ne'er forget R o b i n Adair. AWAY AWAY WITH THIS SADNESS. with this pouting and sadness— Sweet girl! will you never give o'er? I love you by heaven! to madness, A n d what can I swear to you more? Believe not the old women's fable, T h a t oaths are as short as a kiss; I'll love as long as I'm able, And swear for no longer than this. T h e n waste not the time with p r o f e s s i o n ; F o r not to be bless'd when we can Is one o f the darkest transgressions, That happen 'twixt woman and man. Pretty moralist! why thus beginning M y innocent warmth to reprove? �7 Heaven knows that I never lov'd sinning— E x c e p t little sinning's in love! If swering, however, will d o it, C o m e , bring me the Callender, p r a y — I vow, by that lip, I'll g o through it, And not miss a saint on my way. T h e angels shall help me to whedle, I'll swear upon every one That e'er danc'd on the point of a neddle, O r rode on a beam o f the sun! O r why should Plantonic control, love, Enchain on emotion so free? Y o u r soul, though a very sweet soul love, W i l l ne'er he sufficient for me. If you think, by this coldness and scorning, T o seem more angelic and bright, Beanangel, my love, in the morning, But, o h ! be a woman tonight! A i r — Green grow the rashes, O. G i e me but H i g h l a n dWhisky,O, G i e me butHighlandWhisky,O, Ineverfash mysel' wi' care, G i n I get routh o ' whisky, O. CONVIV �8 It cheers the spirit, warms the bluid, And maks us skeigh and rauntie, O , T h e very look o't does me guid; T h e thought o't maks me canty, O . O , for Highland Whisky, O, O, for Highland Whisky, O, Friends it creates and southers strife; Auld Gilead's Balm was W h i s k y , O. 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Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Burns' Popular Songs Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133963505154">s0098b48</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #14 in a bound collection of 34 chapbooks Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of some of Burns’ songs, including ‘Green grows the Rashes, O”; “There was a lad was born in Kyle”; “My Nannie, O”; “Kenmure’s on and awa”; “O’ a’ the airts the Wind can blaw”; “For a’ that and a’ that”; “Blythe was she”; “To Mary in Heaven”; “The Banks o’ Doon”; “The Cardin’ O’t”; “Highland Mary”; “I hae a Wife o’ my ain”; “Up in the Morning early”; “The Rigs o’ Barley”; “I’ll aye ca’ in by yon Town”; “Sweetest May”; “Auld Lang Syne”; “The Gallant Weaver”; “Louis, what I reck I by thee”; “Flow gently, Sweet Afton”; “My love she’s but a lassie yet”; “The Weary Pund o’Tow”; “Bannocks o’ Barley”; “A Red Red Rose”; “Fairest maid on Devon Banks”; “John Anderson, my jo”; “Come boat me o’er to Charlie”; “Oh, Willie Brewed”; and “Wandering Willie.” Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Paisley Ballads and songs Courtship and Marriage Highlands War Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Jacobites Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1860? per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a portrait of man on title-page 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> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For higher quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Paisley: Printed by G. Caldwell & Co. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/879ab04bba45407b9cc1d9768944f1d2.jpg 4e789af8c96ff79f8955ea645ce4a869 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 portraying a old man wearing hat, long coat, and striped socks and leaning against a walking stick in outdoor scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0b478e22f5a12229a1e5f91220cc6b2c.pdf 68a04b002354c7db90fea2f406fd94e0 PDF Text Text BUKMS' SONGS. No. 1. ILLUSTRATED. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. ��.80WO8 twov bas ogbolq uodi Jftbifr voH • $ tu rn ed Vi -io\ Muow uonT 9rni on* teair'\tiB9d hav\ yrq bnA t .9aifii beJamtaim iq'oo i l tvi<yg&ix> b i o J ^leedf ^rft si bi&H : vri? ei ^iiiift baA rd jgsriaaft i$jf* r;ovr/jd 'to uonT BURNS 5 SONGS. . 9 7 f f i O ' A eisbiHirii ^flife^/nn oY ! 998 mrtoiv -fiHUw :;,oY 9Y0f yqi ffobujtr bus «9T£q« Jii3 ! 9£n bng flfrjesfT cvt a^gfunw eiH LORD GREGORY. O mirk, mirk is the midnight hour And loud the tempest r o a r ; A waefu' wanderer se.eks thy iojv'r, Lord Gregory, op^th^abor.' A n exile frae her father's ha', And a' for loving tllee ; .» >Uh: A t least some .pity, on -me show^ If love it may na be. Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not."the grove, B y boimie Irwine" side, Where first I own'd that virgin love I lang, lang had denied. �SONGS. How afberi didst thou pledge and vow, Thou would for ay be mine; And my fond heart, itsel sae true, It ne'er mistrusted thine. Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, And flinty is thy breast: Thou dart of heaven that flashest by, O wilt thou giye me rest ! Ye mustering thunders from above, Your willing victim see ! But spare, and pardon my false love, His wrangs to heaven and me ! •worf ^rTginlurfi si A-iim r;Aii err O • 'iKO't T^wnwt of • • hoof btfA v A H I G H L A N D MARY. Ye banks, and braes and streams around, The castle o' Montgomery, ©reen be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie ! There summer first unfolds her robes, And there tke laugest tarry; F©r there I took the last fareweel ©' my sweet Highland Mary. ' 4 i �SONGS. How sweetly bloom'd the gay geeen birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom; As underneath the fragrant shade, 1 clasp'd her to my bosom; The golden hours on angel wings, Flew o're me and my dearie; For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace, Our parting was fu5 tender; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursel's asunder; But Oh! fell death's untimely frost, 'i hat nipt my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay, /I'laat wraps my Highland Mary ! O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, 1 aft hae lriss'd sae fondly S And closed for ay, the sparkling glance, That dwelt on me sae kindly! And mouldering now in silent dust, That heart that lo'd me dearly! Bnt still within my bosom's core, Shall live my Highland Mary, CLARINDA. Clarinda, mistress of my soul, The measured time is run ! The wretch beneath the dreary pole, So marks his latest stin. To what dark cave of frozen night, Shall poor Sylvander H e ; — Deprived of thee,Ins life and light, The sun of all his joy. We part—but, by these precious drops, That fill thy lovely eyes I] No other light shall guide my steps Till thy bright bea<ms arise. She, the fair sun of all her sex,. Hast blest my glorious day ; And shall a glimmering planet fix My worship to; its v ay ? �SONGS. MY WIFE'S A WINSOME W E E T H I N G . ( ii aiini. txsmsLi «aii t&a sl&a O She is a winsome wee thing-, She is a hansorae wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. ttkrjjp jri&Iia in wofi •%nvLOvitJOhi uni. I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer, And niest my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine. She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, The is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. The warld's wrack we share o't, The warstle and the care o't; Wi' her I'll blithly bear it, And think my lot divine * gq , •• ; I vrf Jud—i-isq <>7/ \\.Sro vb'/ol vdi lift JsiiT tbw-g Iteite Jdfcjl isdio oV\ TO MARY. Will ye go to the Indies my Mary, And leave auld Scotia's shore ? Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, Across th' Atlantic's roar ? 6 �SONGS. 0 sweet grows th6 lime and the orange, And the apple on the pine; But a' the charms o' the Indies, Can never equal thine. 1 hae sworn by the heavens to my Mary, I hae sworn by the heavens to be true And sae may the heavens forget me, When I forget my vow! O plight me your faith my Mary, And plight me your lily-white hand; • O plight me your faith, my Mary, Before I leave Scotia's strand. We have plighted our troth, my Mary, In mutual affecton to join, And curst be the cause that shall part us! The hour and the moment o' time! ,ed vrobnin yds 3n O ! i sod boi-rii si 1 J ,5'rieifr edi ei j l GALLA WATER. There's braw, braw lads on Yrrow braes, That wander thro' the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettric shaws, Can match the lads o' Galla water. 7 �SONGS. Bat there is ane, a secret ane, Abyn t i e n a* I ,lo'e him better; And I'll be his, and heUl be'mine, The bonnie, lad o* Galla water. Altho' his daddie was iiae laird, And tho • 1 hae nae meikle tocher; Yet rich in kindest, truest love, We'll ten tour flocks by Galla water. ; y/O'/ (tn jtygio'* I nod//" It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth, That coft contentment, peace, or pleasure} The bands and chiefest mutual love, 0 that's the bliss o* warld's treasure I # viu .flto-si 'uwfeai-flaitcr§*«rf »W .( O{ H j\t')l>7h Ifillturn. i !£(i HndsJBdi oau&j.oilj od Sa'fiF) } ttJ MARY MORIS ON. 0 Mary at thy window be, It is the wish'd, the tryted hour ! Those smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor ; How blithly wad I bide* the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun; €k>uld I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, 1 sat, but neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And you the toast of a' the town, 1 sigh'd, and said amang them a', " Ye are na Mary Morison." I ' SPH S £ , ' O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only ftiut i? lo.ving thee? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o' Mary Morison. 8 �SONGS. :<> OT >fOOO MMT WZIO , ua-;i>. iti /jhi :>aiof, t700b 9ih inqo tdO — • a o (1iO lorfT /nogo r- ul Oil8 t'ioofo odJ fj'aoqo er>rf * ; obiv/ • ;h t , ; - . • jt • :.! '• ti • - > .•« W A N D E R I N G WILLIE. * fM /jbw Here awa, there awfc, pandering Wilie, Now tired with wandering, haud away hame Come to my bosom my ae only dearie, And tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Loud blaw the cauld winter winds at pu^ • parting (TAJ YJfi * It was na a blast brouglifc the tear to my : 11 JMIrV ® > < X d<no6 i n bme •iteidwO Now welcome the summer, and welcome my Willie^ The simmer to nature, my Willie to me. < <om fuioo 03 omoo ov (foih/ vlhev? : M8Y><ioad oiij easlnxr tut dxnoQ bnA Ye hurricane rest in the cave o' your slum^ bers, O how your wild horrors a lover alarms! Awaken ye breezes, row gently ye billows, And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my orn aa on > ,,». ..uu te 10 t>fiiif $ a .•"''•- i O[it Vti But if.he's forgottenhis faithfullest Nannie, O still flow between us, thou wide roaring main; .o».jtooi.J®Y v May I never see it, may X never trotw it, But dving believe tfyat iny Willie's my ain. 9 �SONS . OPEN THE DOOR T O ME, OT Oh, open the door, some pity to show, Oh, open the door to me, Oh! Tho' thou hast been f&lse, 111 ever prove true Oh, open the door to me, Oh ! Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek, But eaulder thy o ve for me, Oh! The frost that freezes the life at my heart, Is nought to my pains frae thee, Oh ! The wan moon is setting behind th' white wave And time is setting with me, Oh ! False friends, false love, farewell! for mair I'll ne'er trouble them, nor thee, Oh f She has open'd the door, she has opened it wide; She sees his pale corse on the plain, Oh ! My true love, she cried, arid sank down by his side, Never t© rise again, Oh!— WHISTLE, A N D I'LL COME TO Y O U MY L A D . O whistle and I'll come to you my lad: O whistle and I'll come to you my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mady O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad. But warily tent, when ye come to court me, And come na unless the back-yet t be a-jee ; Sine up the back-stile, and let na body see*, And come as ye were na comin to me, And come, &c. O whistle, &c. At kirk, or at market, whene're you see me Gang by me as tho' ye car'd na a flie; But steal me a blink o'your bonnie black ere Yet look as ye were na looking at me. Yet look, &c. O whistle, &c. 10 �SONGS. A y vow and protest that ye care na for me, And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee; But courtnaanither, tho'jokin ye be, For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me. For fear, &c. O whistle, &e. B O N N I E JEAN. There was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk and matket to be seen, When a' the fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonny Jean. And aye she wrought her minnie's wark, And aye she sang sae mirrilie : The blithest bird upon the bush Had ne'er a lighter heart than she. But hawks will robe the tender joys That bless the little lintwhite's nest; And frost will blight the fairest flowr's, And love will break the soundest rest. Young Robie was the brawest lad, The flower and pride of a' the glen; And he had owsen, sheep and kye, And waton naigies nine or ten. He gaed wi' Jeanie to the tryste, He danc'd wi' Jeanie on the down; And lang ere witless Jeanie wist, Her heart was tint, her peace was stown. A s in the bossom o' the stream, The moon beams dwell at dewy e'en; So trembling, pure, was tender love, Within the breast o' bonny Jean. And now she works her mammie's wark And aye she sighs wi' care and pain; Yet wist na what her ail may be, Or what wad mak her weel again. But did na Jeanie's heart loup light, And did na joy blink in her e'e, As Robie tauld a tale o' love. Ae e'enm' on the lily lea? IX �S O ^ . T t e sttii l ^ ' p & i i i g in tfie * e s t , 'The birds sing stteet in ilka grove 1 ; His cheek to hers he foundly prest, And if htepei'd timfc his ta3e o' love: O Jeanie fair, I lo'e thee, dear^ O canst thou think to fancy me, Or wilt thou leave t h y TEinmmie's cot, And learn t o teiil t h e fems wi' me ? A t barn Qr¥tre thoii shalt na drudge, Or nathing else to trouble thee * y But stray amang ,tM heather bells, And tent the waving ^orn wi'me. Now "ivhat could artless Jeanie do ? u I. She had ma ^iH to say him nd: /j- u , / > A t length she-blush'd a sweet cbnseiit, ' And love was aye between them t w i . eYOf.ioi>j«9i odJ ad07 II iw aiiv/Bfi one? A taohiwoe oils ilwid IIiw e vol 1mA oiM a£w oidofl rn hi M E G O' T H E MILL. O ken ye what Meg o 7 the Mill his gotten, An' ken y6 what Meg o' the Mill has gotten She has gotton a coof wir a Claut o' siller. And broken the heart o7 the Mrley Miller. 12 �SONGS. The Miller was stfappen,the Miller was ruddy A heart like a lord, an4 a hue like a M y : The laird was a widdiefii', bleerit knurl She's left the guid fellow and taen the chttrl. The miller he hecht her a heart leal and l i v ing [moving, The Laird did address her tri' matter rfikir A fine pacing horse wi'|a clear chained bridle, A whip by her side, and a bonnie side-sadle. . a r T & Q TYVAJXl O wae on the siller, it is sae prevaling, And wae on the love that is fix'd on a malen . A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle But, gie me my love, ahd a fig for the WEtrl! wonrf >' •i>hr. k -j ? J no ' m J9sM f rt-nitI ,'i;»ijtb teivi>a xHvsiil ; 'jv.' vid) 01ii ln*HB h i r.-v.d? JOHN A N D E R S O N MY JO. John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquant, Your locks were like the ravens, Your bonny brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. 13 �SONGS. John Anderson, my joe, John, "We clamb the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi* ane anither ; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in had we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my j o. DAINTY DAVIE. Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green spreading bowers, And now comes in my happy hours, To wander wi' my Davie. Chorus. Meet me on the warlock knowe, Dainty Davie, dainty Davie, There I'll spend the day wi' you, My ain dear dainty Davie. The crystal waters round us fa', The merry birds are lovers a*, The s«ented breezes round us blaw A wandering wi' my Davie, Meet me, &c. When purple morning starts the hare, To steal upon her early fare, Then thro' the dews I will repair. To meet my faithfu' Davie. Meet me, &e. When day, expiring in the west, The curtain draws o* nature's rest. I flee to his arms I lo'e best, And that's my ain dear Davie. Meet me, &c. AULD L A N G SYNE. Should And Should And auld acquaintance be forgot, never brought to min' ? auld acquaintance be forgot, days o* lang syne ? 14 �SONGS. Chorus. For auld land syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, "We'll tak a cup a' kindness yet For auld laug syne. We twa hae rnn about the braes, And pu't the gowans fine Bu^ we've wandered mony a weary foot. Sin auld lang syne, For auld, &c. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin sun till dine : But seas between braid hae roar'd, Sin auld lang syne. For auld, &e. And here's a hand my trusty fier, And gie's a hand o* thine; And we'll talk a guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne, For auld, &c. And surely ye'll be your pint stoup> And surely I'll be mine ; And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. For auld (^c. BANNOCK B U R N . Scots wha ha wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has often led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious victory. Now's the day and now's the hour; See the front of battle lower; See approach proud Edward's power—r Edward I chaius and slavery r Wha will be a trator knave ? Wha would fill a coward's grave ? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Traitor, coward, turn and flee. 15 �SONGS. Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand or free-man fa' Caledonia, 911 wi' me ! By oppression's woes^'and ! By your sons in sea-vile chains, We will dram our dearest veins, But th§y shali be—shall be free ! <«v\- . ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe ? liberty's in every, bio , Forward, let us. or J/lJJOl 9.RfI biiild lIOOYf lsd 1uS .•en V . 'grr^I bix/js alti P t19ft 7J :i "li .:f bajii! « ItiA j'offiflj ?o baud s; bnA Ifow baA t3/I-goiiW-9ini\Y f'tr.t^ b ,007)5 <>;irJ bfi/Biol CONTENED WI' L I T T L E . Contented wi' little and can tie wi' nuiir, Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow and care, I gie him a skelp, as they're creeping alang Wi'.a cod o' guid swats, and an auld Scottish sang. • ' ? " I whyles claw the elbow 0' troublesome Thought; But man is a soger, amd 1'ife is a fauglit: it �SONGS. My mirth and gyid humpnr are coin in my pouch, And my freedom's my lairdship nae monarch dare touch. A twomond o' trouble, should that be my A night o' guid fellowship sowthers it a% When at the blithe end o' our journey at last, Wha the deil ever thinks o' the road he has past Blind chanca, let her snapper and sfayte on her way, gae, Be't to me, be't frae me, e'en let the jade Come ease, or come travail, come pleasure or pain. My warst word is—" Welcome and welcome 1 ' n f ^ r f / ^ rr A ti? [« };> worfa Vhnrv bnA Mi07 ?l9noi erii oaf oiO - ban yyrab »dT SHE*-.SAYS SHE L©*ES:- M E B E S T OF A ' . Sae flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, B e witchin giy ! o'^r-ar ch ing Twa laughmg' een o' bonny blue, Her smiling sae wyling, Wad make a wretch forget his woe ; What pleasure,'" what treasure, Utito these rosy lips to gvqw! �SONGS. Such was my Chloris' bonnie face, When first her bonnie face I saw; And ay my Chloris' dearest charm, She says she lo'es me best of a'. Like harmony her motion; Her pretty ancle is a spy Betraying fair proportion, Wad make a saint forget the sky. Sae warming, sae charming, Her faultless form, andgracefu' air; Ilk feature—auld nature Declared that she could do namair. Her's are the willing chains o' love, By conquering beauty's sovereign law; And aye my Chloris' dearest charms, She says she lo'es me best of a'. Let others love the city, And gaudy show at sunny noon ; Gie me the lonely valley, The dewy eve, and rising moon: < Fair beaming, and streaming, Her silvery light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling, The amrous thrust concludes her sang; There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove By whimpling burn and leafy shaw, And hear my vows o' truth and love^ And say thou lo'es best of a' O, W A T YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN O, wat ye wha' in yon town, Ye see the e'ening sun upon ? The fairest dame's in yon town, That e'ening sun is shining on. Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree; How blest ye flow'rs that round her blaw, Ye catch the glances o' her e'e. �SONGS. How blest ye birds that round her sing, And welcome in the blooming year! And doubly welcome be the spring, The season to my Lucy dear. The sun blinks blithe on yon town, And on yon bonnie braes of Ayr; But my delight in yon town, And dearest bliss, is Lucy fair. Without my love, not the charms O' Paradise could yield me joy; But gie me Lucy in my arms, And welcome Lapland's dreary sky. My cave wad be a lover's bower, Tlio' raging winter rent the air : And she a lovely little flower, That I wad tent and shelter there. O, sweet is she in yon town, Yon sinkin sun's gane down upon, A fairer than's in yon town. His setting beam ne'er shone upon., If angry fate is sworn my foe, And suffering I am doom'd to bear; I careless quit aught else below. But spare me, spare me, Lucy dear. For while life's dearest blood is warm, Ae thought frae her shall ne'er depart, And she—as fairest is her form, She has the truest kindest heart. \vd m i d a i r .h^ibwoo alT .j^rf* 'J- tot ™oq od o-ifii) oW ft > BBitiiB18 e,j LASSIE wr THE LINT WHITE LOCKS. lOlZCfT li jiU •.: J /." bilis Vhorus. i' -. 'i'ioflt ?.TxO-'n oiO Lassie wi' the lint-white locks, Bonnie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tend the flocks, Wilt thou be my dearie, O ? 19 �SONGS. Now nature cleeds the flowery lea, And a' is young and sweet like thee ; O wilt thou share its sweets wi' me, And say thou'lt be my dearie, O La^ie wi', &c. • And when the welcome simmer-shower Has cheered ilk drooping little flower, We'll to the breathing woodbine bower A t sultry noon my dearie, O. Las&ie wi', &c, When Cynthia lights, with silver ray, The weary shearer's hameward way ; Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray, And talk o' love my dearie, O. Lassie wi', &c. And when the howling wintry blast Disturbs my lassie's midnight rest ; Enclasped to my faithfu' breast, I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O. Lassie wi', &c. \ .•: >m .0U£ FOR A' T H A T A N D A' THAT. J'mq& itfzHS IIisifH -nd eatf iif^uorft 9 A Is there, for honest poverty. That hangs his head and a' that, The coward slave we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that. For a' that an a' that. Our toils obscure, and a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden gray an' a' that, Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that and a' that, Their tinsel show and a'that, The honest man, tho' ne'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. 20. �SONG& Y e see yon birkie ca'd a lord, Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that, Tho' hundreds worship J at his wbrd',; He's but a coof for a ' t ^ a t . ^ worioa Jtr££ For a' that anil .a' that, .. His riband ;( star, a o d j i ' that, The man of independ^t nwid r He looks and laughs at a' that. .. A prince can mak a belted knight, ; ' A marquis, duke, and a' that, But an honest' man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that I F o r a' that and a' that* Their dignities and a ' t h a t , The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth Are higher ranks than a' that. , ' .; I I >- r - i -'Hi .. Then let us pray that pome it may, A s come it will for a' that, That sense- and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree and a' that> F o r a ' t h a t and a ' t h a t , It's coming yet for a' that, That man to man the warld <5'br, Shall brothers, be for a' that, ' t-,h&H i'Sd m Tiff 9% 'Sittbaff I v/Cr 'a 'Ur sodx 'coB! 9B8 Hoof 'jmbeen o T Z 'l t e s d I , / d d i T O TIBBY I HAE SEEN THE DAY. .TTTAM O /IO:W A (VYl'dUtl Y J J I W Chorus. ,' 0 Tifcbv, I hae seen the day, Y e would na bo ^ae shy, For laik o' gear ye lightly me, But, trowth, I care, na by. Yestr^eoi I met you on the moor, Y e spak na, but gaed by like stoure : Y e geek at me t|ceause I'm ppor, But fi'.ent a Jlare care I ? O Tibby, &c. 1 doubt na, lass, but ye may think, Because ye hae the name o' eMuk, 21 �SONGS. That ye can please me at a winkj Whene'er ye like to try. O Tibby I hae, &c. nr But sorrow tak' him that's sae mean, Although his pouch o' coin were clean, Wha follows ony saucy quean, AT That looks sae proud and high. O Tibby, I hae, &c. Altho' a lad were ne'er so smart, If that he want the yellow dirt, Ye'll cast your head auither airt, And answer him fu' dry. O Tibby, I hae, &c. But if he hae the uame o' gear, Ye'11 fasten to him like a brier, Tho' hardly he for sense or lear, Be better than the kye. O Tibby, I hae, &o. But, Tibby, lass, tak' my advice, Your daddie's gear make ycu sae nice; The deil a ane wad spier your price, Were ye as poor as I, O Tibby, I hae, &c. There lives a lass in yonder park, I wadna' gie her in her sark, For thee wi' a' thy thousand mark; Ye needna' look sae high. O Tibby, I hae, &c. ' ' " • WILLY BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT. O, Willie brew'd a peck o' mau't, And Rab and Allan cam to see; Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night, Ye wadna'find in Christendie. We are na' fov, we'rena that fou, But just a drappy in our e'e ; The cock may craw, the day may daw, But aye we'll taste the barley bree. Jlere are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys I trow are we; And mony a night we've merry been, And mony mair we hope to be. We are na fou, &c. 22 �SONGS. It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae high; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee, "We are na fou, &c. Wha first shall rise to gang awa, A cuckold, coward loon is he, Wha last beside his chair shall fa' H e is the king amang us three. We are na fou, &c. BlO W H A T CAN A YOUNG LASSIE D O ..... WI' A N AULD M A N ? What ean a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man ? Bad luck to the penny that tempted my minnie, T o sell her poor Jenny for siller an' lan', Bad luek the penny, &o. o r . He's always oompleenin, raornin to e'enin, He hosts an' he hirples the weary day lang, He's dole and he's dozen his bluid it is frozen 0 dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man, He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, 1 never can please him do a' that I can; He's peevish and jealous of a' the young ei: — fellows: O, 4oo! on the day I met wi' an auld man, 01. 02. My auld auntie Katie upon me taks pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; 12, I'H erOss him, and wrack him, until I heartbreak him, • u! C 22. And then his auld brags will buy me anew pan. ,.. c a£ffi via,: ii£ �moil 'ion no>l I Jroom Offi si JI CONTENTS. .,! - T ft4 tn^'M • ciMiiiirf .>;• - .rwg - acv, oi oah IteiiafcrrftfiriV/" Lord Gregory,.,, ................................ 3 Highland 4 Clarinda, 5 My Wiije 's a .Winsome Wee T h i n g , 6 To Mary, 6 Galla Water,:.. Mary Morison, 8 Wandering Willie, 9 Open the Door to me*, O . . . . . . .vj. ... _ . T . r-rhrt Bonnip Jean, ...... Meg o' the Mill, .. 10 , . ~ 12 Whistle,and I'll come to you, my M , . , ; ^ . 1 0 Dainty Davie, Auld Lang Bannockbura,. ... .... ..... 14 r 14 Htrmfvtff" 1 5 She says she lo'es me best of Wat ye wha's in yon town,. Lassie wi' the lint white locks..^...q..**;••••«••••-•• 19 Contented wi' little,. For a' that and a' that................... 16 —.20 Tibby I ha'e $ee,n the day*. Willy brew'd a peck o' maut...<. 22 John can a young jo, 13 What Anderson my lassie d^ wi' an auld man?...23 � 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 031: Title-page illustration of a man wearing a hat, long coat, and long striped socks, leaning against a walking stick in an outdoor scene. 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 Burns' Songs. No.1. Illustrated. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923277513505154">s0556b39</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages and 11 Woodcuts 16 m Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource ca.1860 per National Library of Scotland Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Burns, Robert, 1759-1796 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource poetry Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 11 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1851-1860 Chapbook Date: 1861-1870 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Nature: hill(s) Object: sporran/purse Object: walking stick/ staff Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/83903cea1fd110f68fc5a3be57875b08.jpg 29ed4ddf89eedde47df0e246bb6f0581 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 on title-page portraying a soldier wearing a helmet with feathers and cloak with ace turned to left https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d109ba6b9a91e7ec5795ade1514de657.pdf 7378d3154a122f449a1a9c53dea237f4 PDF Text Text CAPTAIN W E D D E R B U UN'S COURTSHIP. TO WHICH IS ADDED, H E Y JOHNNIE COUP. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSEI.LEKS, 21 �• M I A H A D CAPTAIN WEDDERBURN'S COURTSHIP, ' - " • i ^ ^ v %»* ; *< f t The Lo*4 of Roslrn^ daughter, ^ Walk'd thro* the WooSs lier lane,' And bye came Captain Wedderburn, A servant to the lting : He said unto his servant man, Were it not against the law, ^ £ j * I would take her to my own beef, And lay her next the wa\ I'm walking here albn^she says, Amang my father's tfees ; And you may let, m*0 :wklk«alone, Kind Sir, now if you please ; The supper-bell it will be furig, And I'll be miss'd, you.know ; So I will not lie in you-r bed,. Neither at stock: nomwaf: He says, My pretty lady, I pray lend me jopr'h^nd ; And you'll have drums and trumpets, Always at your* command ; And fifty men to guard you, Who weirtTieir swords can "draw : And we'll both lie in ae bed, And thou'll be next- the wa\ 0 hold away from me, kind Sir, I pray let go my tend ; ' �The supper-bell it will be rung, No longer must I stand ; My father he'll no supper take, If I be miss'd j o u know : So I'll not lie in your bed, Neither at stock nor wa\ Then says the pretty lady, I pray tell me your name ; My name is Captain Wedderburn, A servant to the king: Tho' thy father and his men were here, Of them Pd have no awe* But would take thee into my bed, And lay thee next the wa\ He lighted off his milk-white steed, And set this lady ori, . And held her by the milk-white hand, Even as they rode along ; He held her by the middle jimp, For fear that she should fa', And said, 111 take thee to my bed, And lay thee next the wa\ He took her to his lodging-house, His landlady looked ben, Says, Many ladies in Edinburgh I've seen, But never such a one. For such a pretty face as this, In it I never saw; �i Go make lier up a down bed, And lay her next the wa\ 0 hold away from me, kind Sir, 1 pray you let me be ; For I will not go to your bed, Till you dress me dishes three ; Dishes three you must dress to me, And I must have them a', Before that I lie in your bed, Either at stock or wa\ O I must have to my supper A cherry without a stone, And I must have to my supper A chicken without a bone ; And I must have to my supper A bird without a ga\ Before I lie into your bed Either at stock or wa\ When the cherry is in the bloom, I'm sure it hath no stone, And when the chicken is in its shell, I'm sure it hath no bone ; The dove it is a gentle bird, It flies without a ga\ And we shall both lie in ae bed, And thou's lie next the wa\. Hold away from me, kind Sir, I pray you give me o'er, �$ For I will not go to your bed, Till you answer me questions four ; Questions four you must tell me, And that is twa and twa ; Or I will not lie in your bed, Neither at stock nor wa'. • v Oil r •> • •;' ' ;i j I«7 You must get me some winter fruit, That in December grew ; And I must have a silken mantle, That waft was ne'er ca'd through ; What bird sings first ? what wood budsfirst? What dew does 011 them fa' ? And then I'll lie in your bed, Either at stock or wa\ My father has winter fruit, That in December grew ; My mother has a silken mantle, That waft was ne'er ca'd through ; The cock crows, ciders buds first, The dew does on them fa' : 80 we shall both lie in ae bed, And thou's lie next the wa\ Hold away from me, kind sir, And do not me perplex ; For I'll not lie in your bed, Till you answer questions six ; Questions six you must answer me, And that is four and twa, �6 Before I lie in your Either at stock or wa'. Iktf tanm noy Tjjot sfroitein^ What is greener than the grass ? What is higher than the-trees! And what is worse than woman's voice ? What's deeper than the seas ? A sparrow's horn, a priest unborn, This night to join us twa • Before I lie in yoitr bed, Either at stock or Wa'., Death is greener, than the gras.if; Skies higher than the trees.; The devil's worse than woman's voice, Hell's deeper than the seas ; A sparrow's horn you may well get, There's one on every pa, And two upon the:gab of it, And you shall have them a'. ;<i8uondiVaono'en AmterfT' The priest he's standing1 at the gate, Just ready to come in, No man can say that he'was bofcn No man without a sin. A hole cut in his mother's side, He from the same did fa'; So we shall lie in ae bed, And thou's lie next the wa'. 0 little did this ladj^ .think,t That morning when she ...... �&J That it was to be the very last, Of all her maiden days. But there's not in the kiiig's realVn,To be found blyther twa l And now they lie into ae bed, ™ i m o{> And she lies next the wa\ , >3lI{J>Ji9#l III 6r10U n 0*8(1 ol .^nitriorn aito x \ WS jih ol BJ ,-)•>/ » nnnoL ^oH OrmnaZWArdK \ .y/iiirioifi .*ii'h.!J»«j J !hI iliw-j* Coup sent a challenge frae Duiaknv Charlie meet me an ye dare, And I'll learn you.Ghe art of war, If you '11 .meet wi' me in >h 2 morning, i i< ,HJ}\ I nil! ridrt bflootiioo Iiofo ortT Hey Johnnie Coup1 are ye* waktng Vet', Or are your drums a-Weatirig yet, If you were waking I would wait, To gang to thb hills V the morning. 5 tWSiSb tun too? o sw9M efli tw ecaoo of • ')]•' ai iV K 'HJ07 /M ' bt./ When Charlie look'd the letter upon, . c: He drew his sword the scabbed, fecte Come follow me my merry, merry men, And we'll mee$ Johnnie Ck>jup i' ttemorniiig. Hey Artenr^ab liecft xfoiW \ (xi ^'.-.riil liob ,au3£is msiiJ eosl X W Now Johnnie be z V g m ^ f i & ^ M , 1 0 8 Come let us try baitfi > m i & �3 And diima rin away like a frighted bird, That's chas'd frae its nest in the morning. Hey Johnnie Coup, (fee. When Johnnie Coup lie heard of this, He thought it wadna be amiss, To bae a horse in readiness, To flio awa' i' the morning. Hey Johnnie Coup, &e. Fy now Johnnie get up and rin, The Highland bagpipes makes a din, It's best to sleep in a hale skin, For 'twill be a bluddie morning, Hey Johnnie Coup, &c. .•'/;,;[> ;>in; a: o When Johnnie Coup to Dunbar came, They speir'd at him where's a' your men ; The deil confound me gin I ken, For I left them a' in the morning. Hey Johnnie Coup, &t\ Now Johnnie, troth, ye wasna blate, To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, So early in the morn itig. Hey Johnnie Coup, &c, • • > •; • > r / /* ; u •'v ... Ah, faith, quo* Johnnie, I got a fleg, With their claymores and philabegs, If I face them again, deil break my legs, 80 I wish you a good morning. Hey Johnnie Coup, &c. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 032: Title-page illustration of a soldier with his face turned to the left in an outdoor scene. He is wearing a feathered helmet and cloak. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Captain Wedderburn's courtship. To which is added, Hey Johnnie coup. 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Hey Johnnie coup Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923281033505154">s0514b40</a> Description An account of the resource 21 printed at foot of title page 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 Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1840-1850 per National Library of Scotland Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): military Gender: man/men Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/eee4f0bd6513d7e7f8bdf4a7e3a60d51.pdf 236307e43dffe35998d539e905d6b5ae PDF Text Text C a p t a i n WEDDERBURJSTS COURTSHIP To which is added, The Wandering Boy STIRLING: Printed and Svld, Whblesttk and by WtMA<$XE, BcokseHer. Ettail, �CAPTAIN" WEi>lMBBURL'S COURTSHIP- The Lord of festlrrt daughter, Waik'd lino' the woods her lane,, And by came Captain Wedderburn, A servant to the King s H e said unto his servant man, W e r e it not Against the law, * 1 would tak& her to my own bed, And lay her next the wa\ I'm walking here alone, she says, Ar/uuig my father's trees And you m&^lfet me walk - alone, \ Kind Sir, now if you please j. The supper-hell it will be rung, And I'll be raiss'd, you know j. So I will not lie fti your bed, Neither at slock nor wa', H e says, my pretty lady,. I pray lend me your hand 5 And you*H have drums and trufcpc£$>. Always at your command 5 And fifty men to $u&rd youIvitli, W k o well their swords. c.aa draw > \ �And well both lie in ae bed, And tkofi's lie next thejva'. O hold away from me, kind Sir., I pray let go my hand y The supper-*bell it will be runpgf N o longer must 1 stand : » M y father he'll no sapper take, If I be miss'd, you know So Fil not lie in your bed, Neither at sto^k nor wa\ Then says the pretty lady, I pray tell me-your name j M y name is Captain Wedderhura, A servant to the king. Tho* thy father and his men were here, Of them I'd stand no a^ve, But jtvo.uld take thee into my bed, And lay thee next the w a . H e lighted off his milk-white steed, And set this lady on, And held her by tljje milk-white hand, Even as they rode alone y H e held her by the middle jump, For fear that she should fa', And said, I'll take thee to my W , And lay ihee nsxt the wa*. �4 , He^frok her to Ji:s locl^rng-housc, H i s landlady lqok#d heiv; 4Safys, many ladies til Jidiijfeurghi Fve seen,, But never such a one f ^ r such a pretty face as this, ' l a It I never saw, G o ipafce her up a doWn-bed, And her npxt the wa,?. O lipid a way from me, k\nx\ Sir, JH. I pray you l$fc me he 5 T o r X will not go to your tetl, Till you d^ess me dishes ih&ee ; Pishes three yo-u m*st dress to nie, I f I ihmUl eat them a', Before that I lie in your bedf Either at stotfk o.r 0 I must, have to my kr^per, A cherry without -a --artone And I mast have to my 9 1 ppe r, * A chicken without a bone y Aqfl I must have to supp|r, A bird wkhotii a ga*, Before I lie into youu bed, Either at afcoc-k ox wa', V f e n the cherry h ifrfca the hfeoni^ s p e it halt! no -tttoe $ �5 And when the chicken is in it's shell, I'm sure it hath no bone The dove it is a gentle bird, It flies without a ga', And we shall both lie in ae bed, And thouJs lie next the wa\ Hold away from me, kind 'Sir, I pray you give me o er, j&o'r.I will not go to your bed. Till you tell me qdesirous four. Questions four yo* must te 1 me,. And that is twa and iwa, Or I will noi lie in yuur bed, Neither afe stock nor wa\ You must g f t me some winter fruit) That in December g r e w j And I must have a silk maotel, That waft was ne'er cad thro" j What bird sings be si, what wood bu^ What dew does on them fa* 5 Afid then Til lie into your bed, Ef^her at stock ot M y father has some winter fruit, That aw December grew \ M y mother has a silk mantle, Tiiat waft was ne\r ca'd thro' \ �The eoek crows first, cider bud3 first, The dew does on them f a ' ; So we'll both lie into xe bed, And thou's lie next the wa'. Hold away from me, kind Sir, And do not me perplex \ For IM! not lie into yonr bed, Till you tell ine questions six. Questions six you must tell to me, And that is four and ttfa, Before I lie into your bed, Either at stock or wa\ What is greener than the grass^ What's higher than the trees \ And what is wtrse than woman's voice, What's deeper than the seas. A sparrow s horn, a priest unborn, This night to join us twa ; Before i lie into your bed, Either at* st^ck or waV Death is greener than the grass \ Sky's higher than the trees \ The devil's worse than woman's voice, Hell's deeper xhasn the seas ; A sparrow's horn yoa may well get, There's one on every pa', �•7 And two upon the.gab. of it, And you shall have them a*. The priest he's standing at the gate, Jusfc ready to come in j N o man can say. that he was born. N o many without a sin. A hole c&iin his mother's side, H e from the same did far; So we shall both lie in ae bed, And thou's Ue «oxt the wa\ O little did this lady think, That mtrning when she rose, That it was t© be the very last, Of all her maiden days. But there is not in the king's realta, T o be found a blyther twa y And now they tie into ae bed, And she li«s next the wa\ THE WANDERING BOY. When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor, The cottager shuts on the beggar his door, When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye, H o w hard is the fate of the w a t e r i n g boy^ �8 The whiter u cold and I have no place of test, M y heart is so cold that it heats in my breast, 3STo father, np mother, no kindred have I, For 1 am the poor little, Wandering Boy. I once had a home, I once had a sire, A mother who gi anted each infant desire, Onr cottage it stood embower'd in a vale, Where the ring-dove it warbled its sorrowful tale. But hiy father and mother were summoned away, They left me to hard-ijearted strangers a I fled from their rigour with many a sigh, Bui now I am left a poor Wandering Boy. The winter is cold, and the sndw loads the gale, There is no one will listen to my innocent tale, I will go to the grave where my parents do lie, An<J death shall*be&itnff the poor Wandering Boy* FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/05dedeeff6d4da8f8c9ad3cd73491721.jpg 59437db219aadb2906fed9c645c00a82 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 3003 Width 1772 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 Captain Wedderburn's Courtship. To which is added, The Wandering Boy. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923281043505154">s0514b41</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Wandering Boy. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1820-1830?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a hunt scene on the title-page. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Stirling: Whiteside and Rexall # of Woodcuts: 1 Activity: hunting Animal: dog(s) Animal: horse(s) Architecture: fence Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1821-1830 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Stirling: W. Macnie Gender: man/men Nature: tree(s) Object: whip Outdoor Scene