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fi Scots Songs.
Loudon's woods and braes.
The banks of the Devon.
KILMARNOCK:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
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ANJD BRAES
L O U D Q N ' s bon^ie woods an4 h* aes ?
I maun leave t:hem a' lassie,
Wha can thol^ $rhen Britain'^ f faes t ;
Would gie Britdns Taw, lassie ?
W h a would shun the field of iJan^er ?
Wha frae fame would ve a str^ger ?
N o w when freedom bms avenge Defs
Wha would shun her ca' lassie ?
Loudon's bonnie woods and braes,
Hae seen our happy bridal days,
And gentb hope shall, soothg thy wiys,
When I am far awa, lassie.
Hark! the swelling bugle sings*
Yielding joy to thee, laddie ;
But the doleful bugle brings,
Waefui thoughts to me, laddie,
Lanely I may climb the mountain,
Lanely stray beside the fountain,
Still the weary moments idiMin*,
Far frae loitre a^dctfaeti laddie* aar^uvc
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O'er the gory fields of- war,
When vengeance drives his crimson car,
Thou*It may be fa' v £rae me afar.
And wane to close thy eea* laddie..
O resume thy wonted smile,
O suppress'thy fears,/laaMe,
Glorious honour trowns the toil.
That the soldier shares^ lassie.
Heav'rvwiM shield thy faithful lover,,
Till the vengeful-strife is over,
Then we'll meet no more to sever,
Till the day we die, lassie,
'Midst our bonnie woods and braes,/
We'll spend our peaceful happy days,
As blythe's yon lightsome lamb that plays,
On Loudon's flow'ry lee, lassie.
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T H E BANKS O F T H E D E V O N .
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With green spreading busies and Aow'ste felpQining faijtl
But the bonniest flower on the banks ©f the D e von,
Was once a sweft buden the brae$ <$f the Ayr,
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Mild be the sun on this sweet blushing flower,
In the gay rosy morn as it bathes in the dew ;
And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower,
That steals on the evening each leaf to renew.
O spare the dear blossom, ye orient breezes,
With chill hoary wing, as ye usher the dawn !
And far be thou distant, thou reptile that seizes
The verdure and pride of the garden and lawn.
Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded lilies,
And England, triumphant? display her proud
rose,
A fairer than either adorns the green valleys,
Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering
flows,
M Y N A N N I E , O.
B E H I N D yon hills where Lugar flows,
'Mang moors and mosses many, Q,
The wintry sun the day has closed,
And I'll awa to Nannie, O.
The west!i» wind blaws loud and shrill ;
The night's baith mirk and rainy, Q ;
But I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal,
And o»er the hills to Nannie, O*
My Nannie'6 charming, sweet, and y o u n g ;
Nac artful wiles to win ye, O ;
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May ill befa* the flattering tongue
That wad beguile my Nannie, O.
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As spotless as she's bonny, O ;
The opening go wan, wat wi' dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie, O.
\ country lad U my degree,
And few there be that ken me, G ;
But what care I how few they be ?
I'm welcome aye to Nannie, O.
My riches are my penny fee,
And I maun guide it cannie, O ;
But warl's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O .
Our auld gudeman delights to view
His sheep and kye thrive bonny, O.
But Fm as blythe that hauds the pleugh,
And has nae care but Nannie, Q ,
Come weel, come wae, I carena by,
I'll tak what Heaven will send, me, O ;
Nae ither care in life hae I,
But live and love my Nannie, O.
A BACHELOR'S JOYS.
F U N N Y and free are a bachelor's revelries,
Cheerily, merrily passes his life,
Nothing knows he of^connubial devilries,
Troublesome children and ^amorous wife,
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Free from satiety care and anxiety,
Charms in variety fall to his share,
Bacchus's blisses and Venue's kisges,
This, boys, this* js the bachelorV fare.;
A wife like a caanitter, chattering, clattering,
Tied to his tail for his torment and dread,
All bespattering, bumping and; battering,
Hurries and worries him till he is dead.
Old ones are two devils, haunted with blue devils,
Yeung ones are new devils, raising despair;
Doctors and nurses combining their curses,
Adieu to full purses a*nd bachelor^ fare.
Through such folly days, once sweet holidays,
Soon are embittered by wrangling and strife;
Wives turn jolly days to melancholy days,
All perplexing and vexing one's life j
Children are riotous, .^aid servants fly at us,
Mammy tp quiet us growls like a bear,
Polly is squaring, and,Molly- is bawling,
White Uad is recalling his bachelor's fare*
When they are ojder gtrown then they ere bolder
grown,
Turning your temper and spurning your rule,
Girls through foolishness, passion or mulishness,
Parry your wishes and marry a fool.
Boy$ will anticipate, lavish and dissipate,
All that yo^rlbusy pate Jicarded with eare,
Then tell me what jollity, fiin and frivolity,
Equals in quality bachelor's fare.
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JENNY D A N G T H E
WEAVER.
A T Willy's wedding on the green,
The lasses, bonny witoheg,
W e r e a' drest out in aprons clean,
And hraw white Sunday mutch83.
Auld Maggy baud the lads tak tent:
But Jock would not believe her.
But soon the fool his folly kent,
For Jenny dang the weaver.
Jehhy dang,i&c«
At ilka coutitry dance or reelj 1
Wi' her he would be bobbing,
When she sat down, he sat down*
And to her would be gabbing.
Where'er she gaed baitli butt zttd benn?
The cuif wad never leave her.
Ay kekling like a clocking hen$
But Jenny dang the weaver.
Jenny dang, &c.
Quo' he, my !ass> to speak my mind,
In troth I needna swifher,
Your bonny eeh, and if you're kind,
I'se never seek anither.
He humm'd and ha'd, the lass cried peugh,
And baud the ctrif no deave her,
Syne snapt her fingers, lap, and leugh;
And dang the silly weaver.
And Jenhy dang, dang,
Jenny dang the weavfer,
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Syne snapt her fingers, lap, and leugh;
And dang the silly weaver.
T H E PECK O '
M^UT.
O Willie brewed a peck o' Maut,
And R o b and Allan cam to see ;
Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night,
Y e wadna find in Christindee.
W e are na feu, we're na that fou,
But just a drappie in our ee ;
The cock may craw, the d?y may daw,
But ay we'll taste the barley bree.
Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merry boys, I trow, are w e ;
And mony a night we've merry been,
And mony mae we hope to be.
W e are na fou, &c.
It is the moon, I ken her horn,
That's blinkin in the lift sae hie ;
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,
But by my sooth she'll wait a wee.
W e are na fou, &c.
W h a first shall rise to gang awa
A cuckold, coward loon is he ;
W h a first beside his chair shall fa',
He is the king amang us three.
W e are aa fou, &c.
FINIS.
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The banks of the Devon.
My Nannie O.
A Bachelor's Joys.
Jenny dang the Weaver.
The peck o' maut.
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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9 Lore
Songs.
— -a osSg--e>ESBsg«"
The lea-rig.
Auld Rob Morris.
My Highland home.
I'll love thee ever dearly.
Smile again my bonny lassie.
My heart is sair for somebody.
See the ship.
How long and dreary Ss the night.
My wife's a winsome wee thing.
KILMARNOCK:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS
�LOVE SONGS
THE
LEA-RIG.
W H E N o'er the hill the eastern star
Tells bughtin-dme is near, my jo,
And owsen frae the furrow'd field
Return sae dowf and weary, O ;
'Down by the burn, where scented birks
Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo,
I'll meet thee on the lea rig,
My ain kind dearie, O.
In miikest glen, at midnight hour,
I'd rove, a r d ne'er be eerie, O,
If through that glen I gaed to thee,
My ain kind dearie, O*
Although the night were ne'er sae wild,
And I were ne'er sae weary, O,
I ' d meet thee on the lea.rig,
My ain kind dearie, O.
T h e hunter lo'es the morning sun,
T o rouse the mountain deer, my j o ;
At noon the fisher seeks the glen,
Along the burn to steer, my jo,
Gi'e me the hour o' gloamin grey,
It makes my heart sae cheery, Q»
* o meet thee on the lea-rig,
ain kind deeiie, 0 .
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AULD
ROB MORRIS.
T H E R E ' S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen V
He's the king o' good fellows and wale o' auld m e n ,
H e has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine.
A n d ae bonny lassie, his darling and mine.
She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May ;
She's sweet as the evening amang the new h a y ;
A s blithe and as artless as the lambs on the lea,
And dear to my heart as the light to my ee.
Bat, o h ! she's an heiress, auld Robie's a laird,
And my daddy has nought but a cot-house and yard
A wooer like me maunna hope to succeed,
The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead*
The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane;
T h e night comes to *ne? but my rest it is g a n e :
I wander my lane like a night*troubled ghaist,
And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in rny breast.
0 had she but been of a lower degree,
1 then might ha'e hop'd she wad smil'd upon me !
O, how past describing had then been my bliss,
As now my distraction no words can express!
MY H I G H L A N D HOME.
MY Highland home, where rempests blow,
And cold thy wintry looks,
T h y mountain crown'd with driven snow,
And ice-bound are thy brooks s
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But colder far the Briton's heart,
However far he roam,
T o whom these words no joy impart,
" My native Highland home. ,>
Then gang wi' me to Scotland d e a r ;
We ne'er again will roam ;
And with thy smiles so bonny, cheer
My native Highland home.
When summer comes, the heather-bell
Shall tempt thy feet to rove;
T h e cushat-dove, within the dell,
Invite to peace and love :
For blythesome is the breath of May,
And sweet the bonny broom,
And pure the dimpling rills that play
Around my Highland home.
Then gang wi' me, &c.
I'LL LOVE T H E E EVER DEARLY.
L E T others breathe the melting sigh,
And swear they love to madness;
T o them I leave the tearful eye,
And all love's sober sadness.
No tender vows and prayers are mine ;
But this I swear sincerely,
While truth and honest love are thine,
I'll love thee ever dearly.
Then, lady, though I scorn the wile«
Which love too oft discovers,
Ne'er spurn the heart that woos in smiles,
For smiles were made tor lovers.
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A n d though no tender vows are mine.
Yet this 1 swear sincerely,
While truth and honest love are thine,
I'll love thee ever dearly.
SMILE AGAIN.
S M I L E again, my bonny lassie,
Lassie, smile again;
Pr'ythee do not frown, sweet lassie,
For U gives me pain.
If to love thee too sincerely
Be a fault in me,
Thus to use me so severely
Is not kind in thee.
Oh ! smile again, my bonny lassie,
Lassie, smile again.
Oh 1 smile again, my bonny lassie,
Pr'ythee smile again.
Fare thee well, my bonny lassie,
Lassie, fare thee well!
Time will show thee, bonny lassie.
More than tongue can tell.
Though we're doom'd by fate to sever,
( A n d 'tis hard to part,)
Still, believe me, thou shalt ever
Own my faithful heart,
Then smile again, my bonny lassie,
Lassie, smile again,
Oh ! smile again, my bonny lassie,
Pr'ythee smile again,
�SOMEBODY.
MY heart is sair, I dare na tell,
My heart is sair for somebody;
I could wake a winter night
For the sake o* somebody.
Oh hon, for somebody !
Oh hey, for somebody !
I could range the world round,
For the sake o* somebody.
Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,
O, sweetly smile on somebody !
Frae ilka danger keep him free,
A n d send me safe my somebody.
Oh hon, for somebody !
Oh hey, for somebody !
I wad do—what wad I not—
For the sake o* somebody ?
SEE T H E
SHIP.
S E E the ship in the bay is riding,
Dearest Ellen, I go from thee ;
Boldly go, in thy love confiding,
O'er the deep and the trackless sea.
When thy loved form no more is near me,
When thy sweet smile no longer I see,
This soothing thought shall at midnight cheer m e ,
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
Nor can Heaven, a deaf ear lending
T o its loveliest work below,
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T h e boon she begs, on her knees low bending,
Refuse in goodness to bestow.
So then, my Ellen, all doubts defying,
Henry shall dauntless cross the wide sea,
His heart on this firm anchor relying,
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
When the thunder of war is roaring,
And the bullets around me fly;
When the rage or the tempests pouring,
Blends the billowy sea and sky;
Then shall my heart, to fear a stranger,
Cherish its fondest hopes for thee,
This der4r reflection disarming danger,
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
And when the din of war is over,
And sweet peace sets the sailor free,
With what joy shall your faithful lover
Fly on love's sweetest wings to thee!
Then with delight each other caressing,
Day after day we shall happier be,
And as my Ellen tells o'er each blessing,
She still will whisper a prayer for me.
H O W L O N G A N D D R E A R Y IS T H E
NIGHT.
H O W long and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie!
I restless lie frae e'en to morn,
Though I were ne'er sae weary.
For, oh ! her lanely nights are Jang,
And, oh ! her dreams are eerie,
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A n d , oh 1 her widow'd heart is sair
That's absent frae her dearie.
When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi' thee, my dearie,
And now what seas between us roar,
H o w can I be but eerie ?
For, oh, See,
H o w slow ye move, ye heavy hours !
The joyless day, how dreary!
I t was nae say ge glinted by,
When I was wi* my dearie*
For, oh, See.
MY W I F E ' S A W I N S O M E W E E
S H E is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee things
She is a bonny wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine
I never saw a fairer,
I never lo'ed a dearer ;
A n d neist my heart I'll wear her,
For fear my jewel tine,
O leeze me on my wee thing,
My bonny blithesome wee thing I
Sae lang's I ha'e my wee thing,
I'll think my lot divine.
Though warld's care we share o't,
And may see meikle mair o't,
W ? her I'll blithely bear it,
A n d ne'er a word repine*
FINIS.
THING.
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9 Love Songs: The lea-rig Auld Rob Morris My Highland home I'll love thee ever dearly My heart is sair for somebody See the ship How long and dreary is the night My wife's a winsome wee thing
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Courtship and Marriage
Highlands
Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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The lea-rig
Auld Rob Morris
My Highland home
I'll love thee ever dearly
My heart is sair for somebody
See the ship
How long and dreary is the night
My wife's a winsome wee thing
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9
h o v e
S o n g s .
Donald of Dundee.
Rest, Warrior, rest.
Ah ! see the pale lily.
Flora's Lament.
The winter it is past.
Away with this pouting.
The rosebud of summer.
The m a i d of Castile.
The parting kiss.
KILMARNOCK;
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
�L O V E SONGS.
D O N A L D OF D U N D E E .
Y O U N G Donald is the blythest lad
That e'er made love to m e ;
Whene'er he's by, my heart is glad,
He seems so gay and free;
Then on his pipe he plays so sweet.
And in his plaid he looks so neat,
It cheers my heart at eve to meet
Young Donald of Dundee.
Whene'er I gang to yonder grove,
Young Sandy follows me,
And fain he wants to be my love,
But, ah ! it canna be.
Though mither frets baith ear* and late
For me to wed this youth I hate,
There's nane need hope to gain young Kat« f
But Donald of Dundee,
When last we ranged the banks of Tay*
The ring he show'd to me,
And hade me name the bridal-day,
Then happy would he be.
I ken the youth will aye prove kind,
Nae malr my mither will I mind,
Mess John to me shall quickly bind
Young Donald of Dundee.
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REST, W A R R I O R ,
REST.
H E comes from the wars, from the red field of
fight,
He comes through the storm and the darkness of
night;
For rest and for refuge now fain to implore,
The warrior bends low at the cottager's door*
Pale, pale is his cheek; there's a gash on his brow;
His locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow;
A n d the fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye,
Like a languishing lamp that just flames to die.
Rest, warrior, rest!—Rest, warrior, rest!
Sunk in silence and sleep on the cottager's bed,
Oblivion shail visit the war*weary head.
Perchance he may dream, but the vision shall tell
Of bis lady Love's bower, and her latest farewell.
Illusion and love chac* the battle's alarms:
He shall dream that his mistiess lies lock'd in his
arms;
He shall feel on his lips the sweet warmth of her
kiss.
Ah, warrior, wake not! Such slumber is bliss,
Rest, w^riior, re*t!—Rest, warrior, rest!
A H ! SEE T H E P A L E L I L Y .
A H ! see the pale lily some rude hand has cast
From the fetem where it rear'd its fair head;
It wkhers and shrinks in the bleak northern blast,
And dies on its icy-cold bed.
Just like this frail lily* the pride of the vale.
Fair Ellen charm'd every eyef
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Till her beauty was blighted by perfidy's gale,
While she listened to love's fatal sigh.
AH silent and sad, on the marge of the stream,
She passes each day's lonely hours.
Till night sees the moon from her orb shed its beam,
T o silver Lord Donald's proud towers
O peace, hapless maiden ! for soon shall the tomb
Hash all thy wild sorrows to rest;
But never shall sunbeam shed light on the gloom,
That darkens thy lover's false breast.
FLORA'S
LAMENT.
F A R over yon hills of the heather so green,
And down by the corry that sings to the sea,
The bonny young Flora sat sighing her lane,
The dew on her plaid, and the tear in her e'e.
She look'd at a boat with ti e breezes that swung
Away on the wave, like a bird of the main ;
And aye as it lessened* she sigh'd arid she sung,
" Fare w eel to the lad I shall ne'er see again !
Fareweel to my hero, the gallant and young !
Fare wee 1 to the lad I shall ne'er see again !
« The moorcock that craws on the brow of BenGonial,
He kens o* his bed in a sweet mossy hame ;
The eagle that soars o'er the cliffs o' Clan-Rofokld, _
Unawed and unhunted, his eiry can claim ;
The solan can sleep on his shelve of the shor?;
The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea :
Bat* oh! there is ane whase hard fate I deplore ;
Nor house, ha', nor hame, iii his country has he.
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The conflict is past, and our name is no more:
There's nought left but sorrow for Scotland and
me.
" The target is torn from the arms of the just,
The helmet is cleft on the brOw of the brave,
The claymore for ever in darkness must rust.
But red is the sword of the stranger and slave;
The hoof of the horse, and the foot of the proud,
Have trode o'er the plumes on the bonnet of blue.
Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud,
When tyranny reveil'd in blood of the true ?
Fareweel, my young hero, the gallant and good !
The crown of thy fathers is torn from thy brow."
T H E W I N T E R I T IS P \ST.
T H E f-#iater it is past,
And the summer's come at last,
And the small birds sin^ on every tree:
The hearts of those are glad,
But mine is very sad,
For my true love is parted from me.
The rose upon the brier,
By the waiers running clear,
May give joy to the linnet and the bee;
Their little loves are blest,
And their little hearts at rest,
But my true love is parted from me.
My love is like the .sun,
That in the sky does run,.
For ever so constant and true;
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But hers is like the moon,
That wande*s up and down,
And every month it is new.
All you that are in love,
And cannot it remove,
I pity the pains you endure.
For experience makes me know
That your hearts are full of woe,
A woe that no mortal can cure.
A W A Y W I T H THIS
POUTING.
A W A Y with this pouting and sadness!
Sweet gill, will you never give o'er?
I love you, by Heaven, to madness,
And what can I swear to you more?
Believe not the old woman's fable,
Thai oaths are as short as a kiss ;
I'll love you as long as I'm able,
And swear for no longer than this.
Then away, &c.
If swearing, however, will do it,
I'll swear without further delay.
If you'll be the book, I'll go through it,
And not miss a chirm by the way*
I'll swear by those glances so tender,
Those tresses that curl Iske the vine,
Those eyes that are floating in splendour,
And the passion that's pleading in mine*
Then away,
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I'll swear by my honest intention,
By the dart that has wounded us both ;
I'll swear by those lips—but their mention
Is as good by itself as an oath
Those lips, whose sweet kiss would occasion
A flame in a bosom of stone,
Promise more for my passion's duration
Than all I can swear with my own.
Then away, 5cc.
T H E R O S E B U D OF S U M M E R .
When the rosebud of summer, its beauties bestow*
in g,
On winter's rude banks all its sweetness shall
pour,
And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be
glowing,
O then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more.
When of hope the last spark which thy smile used
to cherish
In my bosom shall die, and its splendour be o'er,,
And the pulse of this heart which adores you shall
perish,
O then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you n© more*
T H E M A I D OF C A S T I L E .
O H , remember the time, in La Mancha's shades,
When our moments so blissfully flew,
When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids,
And I blush'd to be called so by you ;
When you taught me to warble the gay SegendiUe?
And to dance %o the light Castanet,
�Oh, never, dear youth, let you roam where .you will.
The delight of those moments forget. »
They tell me you lovers from Erin's green isle
Every hqur a new passion can feel,
And that oft in the light of some lovelier srxule
You'll forget the poor maid of Castile,
But they know not how brave in the battle you are,
Or they never could think you would rove ;
For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war
That's the fondest and truest in love.
THE PARTING
KISS,
J O C K E Y ' S ta'en the parting kiss,
O'er the mountains he is gane,
And with him is a' my bliss,
Nought but griefs with me remain*
Spare my love, ye winds that blaw,
Flashy sleets, and beating rain !
Spare my love* thou feathery snaw,
Drifting o'er the fr ozen plain 1
When the shades of evening creep
O'er the day's fair gladsome e'e,
Sound and safely may he sleep.
Sweetly blithe his waukenmg be !
He will think on her he loves,
Fondly he'll repeat her name;
For where'er he distant roves,
Jockey's heart is still at harae.
FINIS.
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9 Love Songs. Donald of Dundee. Rest, Warrior, rest. Ah! see the pale Lily. The Winter it is past. Away with this pouting. The rosebud of summer. The maid of Castile. The parting kiss.
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Donald of Dundee.
Rest, Warrior, rest.
Ah! see the pale Lily.
The Winter it is past.
Away with this pouting.
The rosebud of summer.
The maid of Castile.
The parting kiss.
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8 pages
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Courtship and Marriage
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Dundee, Scotland
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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.
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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,"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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A brig to Torry
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Ballads and songs
Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen
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1876
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English
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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.
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8 pages
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Chapbook #1 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks
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Bon-Accord rhymes and ballads ; no.1
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Aberdeen, Scotland
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Aberdeen: George Middleton
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Animal: lion(s)
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1871-1880
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Middleton
Heraldry
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CAUTION TO HUSBANDS
AGAINST
THRIFTY
WIVES.
DEMONSTRATING
T H E RUINOUS
TENDENCY
OF
TOO
MUCH
ECONOMY.
By CHRISTOPHER CAKELING,
OF CRANBOUR.NE-ALLEY.
" It is truly alarming to reJleSl on the great number of Huf~
<£
bands 'who are in the high ivay of being abfoluidy ruin*
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ed by the matchlefs economy of their wives."
ANON
TO w h i c h a r e a d d e d ,
S E L E C T
J E S T S .
G L A S G O W :
PRINTED
FOR AND SOLD
Brafh & Reid*
BY
�A
CAUTION,
TO
T H E
EDITOR.
CRANBOURNE-ALLEY.
D o
you k n o w , m y d e a r Sir, t h a t I am in t h e h i g h
r o a d to be ruined b y e c o n o m y ? N e v e r did a p o o r
m a n p a y fo d e a r in o r d e r to fave m o n e y ; a n d it is
ail o w i n g to t h e c r y t h a t has b e e n lately fet u p a b o u t f c a r c i t y , t h a t I am f a i r l y d r i v e n out of my o w n
h o u f e , and am t h e l a u g h i n g flock of all m y n e i g h bours.
You m u f l k n o w t h a t I h a v e the good f o r t u n e t o e n j o y t h e beft wife in t h e w o r l d . She is a p a t t e r n t o
all her a c q u a i n t a n c e . She looks i n t o e v e r y t h i n g h e r felf, is q u i t e n o t a b l e , a g r e a t m a n a g e r ; an excellent
m a r k e t - w o m a n , and k n o w s t h e cheapeft: f h o p in t o w n
for every article t h a t we w a n t . T h i s is n o t o n l y a
g r e a t c o m f o r t as well as f a v i n g to oiirfelves, b u t a
great convenience to o u r f r i e n d s * f u r , w h e n a n y of
t h e m w a n t to buy a g o w n , or a p o u n d of railins, t h e y
are f u r e not only to c o n f u l t m y wife, b u t to t a k e h e r
w i t h them for fear t h a t t h e y f h o u l d be i m p o f e d Upon ;
and t h e k i n d foul is e v e r y day u p o n h e r feet t r u d g i n g
i n t o the c i t y w i t h one f r i e n d or a n o t h e r , b e c a u f e
really in t h e city things may be b o u g h t f o r a l m o f t h a l f
p r i c e ; and*this I can allure y o u , is t r u e , f r o m t h e ext r a o r d i n a r y bargains t h a t ilie c o n f l a n t l y m a k e s .
But, my d e a r Sir, to m y m i s f o r t u n e s . — t need n o t
tell y o u , Sir, w h o h a v e fo well d e f c r i b e d t h e p r e f e n t
l c a r c i t v , t h a t every feeling h e a r t is anxious to leffea
t h e c o n f u m p t i o n of w h e a t , a n d to m a k e as g r e a t a f a v ing as poflible of bread in thefe h a r d times. T h e n u m b e r of f u b f t i t u t e s for flour w h i c h have been fuggeftcd b y
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t h e ingenious Sir John Sinclair, Prefident of the Board
of Agriculture, and others, ftruck my wife very forcibly.
— " Dear me !" (lie faid one morning at breakfaft-—•
" how fimple the receipt is !—Juft: one half flour, and
one half potatoes. I declare I will try it—and then
we ill a 11 make ouf own b r e a d , and what a faving t h a t
will be ! It is but having a little cart-iron oven put u p
at the fide of the kitchen grate, and it will be the m o d
convenient and h a n d y thing in the world-—it will
bake a pie or a few tarts upon occafion; and you k n o w ,
m y love, it will keep your leg of mutton hoc and comfortable any time that you fliould happen to be detained at Lloyd's. W h a t do you t h i n k of it, my d e a r ? "
1 never have an opinion of my own upon any fubje<5t
of this kind. M y wife is fovereign out of the counting-houfe, which is my only t e r r i t o r y . <c My d e a r , "
fays I — " you k n o w be ft. It is furely the d u t y of ever y one to leflen the c o n f u m p t i o n of wheat; and, if you
t h i n k a ini^ed bread will anfwer, I would have you
t r y i t ; b u t , my love, might you not make your exper i m e n t , and fend the loaf to the ba^kehoufe, and not
b u y an oven till you fee how it a n f w e r s ? " ? Qh dear,
«
no, by no m e a n s ; now that is always your way. M y
G o d ! t r u f l a baker with an experiment when lie is to
be deprived of our cuftom if it fucceeds! No, I t h a n k
y o u . W h y , he would b u r n it on purpofe. , ? T h e r e is
no arguing with my wife,{he is fo clever; and, bciides,
when once flie takes> up a thing, flie finds out fo m a n y
advantages in a m i n u t e , t h a t did not ftrike h e r at firft,
t h a t the fecond reafons are often more forcible t h a n
the original inducement. Thi.s was precifely the cafe
about the little caft-iron o v e n ; it was thought of o n r
ly for the fake of the potatoe-bread ; but fuch a variety of ufes, for an oven pame crowding upon her mind,
that {he wondered how we had ever been able to go
OR without an oven.—An oven would fave itfelf m
£\yo months in the expence of f u e l ; for ilie declared
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f I
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for her own p a r t that fhe liked baked meat as well as
roaft, and whenever I dined out, fhe and the children
could do very well with a bit of a beef-fteak pie, or a
b a k e d fhoulder of m u t t o n , and, befides, a eafi-iron
oven was no expence—She faw one fold at an au&iori
for a couple of guineas, and (lie knew the b r o k e r t h a t
bought i t ; he lived in Moorfields, for fhe often dealt
w i t h him.*'—-I did not fay a word more.
W h e n I came home to d i n n e r , my wife told me with
great joy, that f h e had got the oven, and the b r i c k layer was coming in the morning to fet it; and f h e
bad only paid two guineas and a half, and it was as
good as new. T h e r e was not a fmgle crack about it,
and it was quite charming.
T h e r e was only one
t h i n g that fhe did not k n o w how to m a n a g e — t h e r e
was not room by the fide of the fire for the oven without removing the boiler. But flie was f a r e , if the
bricklayer had not been an afs, he might have c o n t r i v ed it fomehow. But, hang the c o p p e r , it was not
wanted o f t e n ; it might be put u p in the lirtie back
cellar under the counting-houfe, It would be eafy,
the bricklayer faid, to carry up a flue. I faw fhe had
fettled the whole plan, and fhe entertained me d u r i n g
dinner with the preparations fhe had made for our
new bread. She was hire, f h e faid, that potatoes
would be dear, bccaufe every body was going to eat
t h e m , and (lie had therefore the precaution to buy in
as many as fhe thought ivould ferve us for the winter*
s
' G o o d G o d ! my dear, they wii! fpoil. W h e r e can
you keep them?'* " I warrant you I'll find r o o m , "
fays flie; " a n d as to their f p o i | i n g , I'll anfwer for
t h e m . How do I preferve pears till the m o n t h of
J u n e ? and fureiv they are more delicate than potatoes." I kno>v how clever m y wife is at thefe things.
H e r prefe'rves are excellent, and there is not a week
b u t fome of our friends are forced to fend to us for
a pot or two, when their own are all f p o i l t ; . and my
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wife always takes care to have enough on t h a t v e r y
account.
Well, Sir, next day my wife begged of me to dine at
t h e cofFee-houfe, becaufe I knew the kitchen would be
quite taken u p with the b r i c k l a y e r ; and flie was de->
termined to lofe n o time, for flie would have a loaf
r e a d y to put in as foon as the oven was fet. Well,
Sir, I went to Slaughter's coffee- houfe, and told m y
friends how neceflary it was for every body to fet an
example, in thefe hard times, of eating a mixed b r e a d ,
and that I had determined to introduce it in my own
family. Indeed, I faid, my wife was a&ually about it.
Aye, M r . Cakeling," faid a neighbour, " you are t h e
man to lead us the w a y ; you have a wife that knows
how to do every thing. I'll be bound that flie makes
bread fit for a prince if f h e f e t s about i t . " T h i s is t h e
way, my dear Sir, that ail my friends f p e a k about m y
wife, flie has got fuch a name for clevernefs. So I
went home quite full of our new bread-^-No—quite elated I m e a n — f o r oh, my dear Sir, to this day, and it
is fix weeks ago fince we began to bake, I have not
•got a belly-full of home made b r e a d .
I wifli I had time to go t h r o u g h all our experiments.
One time our loaf would not r i f e — a n o t h e r time it
would not come out—it fluck faft to the b o t t o m — i t
wanted fait, it had too much fait—it \vas too wet, it
was too dry ! it was fometimes quite dough, but in ge»
neral it was b u r n t t o a cinder. It went on this way
for the firft w e e k ; my wife and I could not difcover
the reafon. W e had tried potatoes in every w a y ; we
had boiled t h e m , m a f h e d them, pulverifed them, p o u r ed water after water over them to make them white ?
we had reduced (I fay ive, for being a national objedt, I
was h a p p y to take a p a r t ; befides, I own, I was a little
on t h e alert, for I had promifed my friends at Slaughter's to bring them a loaf) we had reduced ao lbs. of
potatoes to 2, and had made excellent flarcb of it ?
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though we could not make b r e a d . W e had conftimed
half the flock of potatoes that was to ferve us all winter, without getting a fmgle loaf that was eatable.—
My wife cried for vexation. She was f u r e there muft
be fomething in the m a t t e r that we did not dream of,
for ilie knew as well how to make bread as any baker
in E n g l a n d ; but llie would find it out before f h e
Uept.
A n old baker who had now turned flour-fa&or, of
<»ur acquaintance, was called in, not becaufe f h e did
not know, as well as any baker in England, how to
make bread ; but there might be fome knack in m a n a ging the oven, that ille was unacquainted with—fomething in the way of heating it—or of putring the
bread in it — or of taking it out. In ihort, for once
f h e would take advice. " L o r d , M a ' a m , " fays the
fiour-fa<5tor, " it is no wonder you could not fucceed
-—why, M a ' a m , you have got one of thofe k i c k f h a w
iron ovens. L o r d blefs you! they don't anfwer, t h e y ' d
b u r n all the bread in the world before they'd bake it.
T h e r e ' s no doing any good with an iron o v e n . " M y
wife was flruck d u m b , but yet (lie was fatisfied. Sh©
was completely a c q u i t t e d - ^ t h e fault did not lie with
Tier; but, however, it would be eafv to alter it, a fmafl
oven might be built for a mere trifle on the good old
p l a n ; and an oven I accordingly got.
But mark the confequences. T h e kitchen chimney
was torn down, and fome how or other the flue was
i n j u r e d . It wasimpoffible to live in it for fmoke.—
My maid gave us wurning, flie could not live in it; and
I was forced to dine at the coffee-houfe every d a y .
M y wife, however, is a woman of refource. She applied to an ingenious mechanic, who has great fkill in
chimneys. T h i s man has invented a fine a p p a r a t u s
for a kitchen. He has a range that does every t h i n g
-—it boiis, roads, (lews, and bakes al) by the fame fire,
£nd the expenee is nothing, for it faves itfelf in fire m
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a t w e l v e m o n t h . Nothing would fatis r y my wife b u t
to have a riew-fafhioned r a n g e ; and accOrdiiigly at aii
expence of more than 50I. I have got my kitchen met a m o r p h o f e d ; and 1 am making mixed bread at no a l lowance.
M y wife has got into the way. T h i s caft-iron oven
on the new pian fucceeds to a miracle; arid 1 lbouid
be quite h a p p y if it were riot for the expence. But
really, my dear Sir, there is nothing fo dear as economy. I calculate that every quartern-loaf of bread
which I make cofts me h a l f - a - c r o w n ; and this is not
the w o r d of it. Sometimes we all get the gripes into
t h e bargain. I believe that my apothecaries bill will
come to a good r o u n d f u m for counteracting tlie effects of the ftaff of life.
1 do not afcribe this to my w i f e ; no, Sir, flie is the
t
befl woman upon e a r t h ; but you k n o w it was natural
t h a t fhe ihould try all mixtures. So one day we had
wheat and barley, and that gave us d y f e n t e r y . T h e
next we had a mixture of oatmeal, arid that put o u r
blood into a f e v e r : on the third we had potatoe bread,
and then we had indigeflion. In f h o r t , without knowing at fiid the reafon, we have all been u n w e l l ; have
all had occafion for the apothecary. A n d we are ail
beginning again, without v e n t u r i n g , however* to fay
fo, to wifli for plain old hoiifehold bread from the b a ker.
M y neighbours h a v e fomehow or a n o t h e r found this
Out; and Lam truly to be pitied. T h e y afk me jeeringiy how many h u n d r e d weight of potatoes go to a
q u a r t e r n loaf; and the very fhmr-fa<£tor that my wife
called in faid to my face, at the Langbourn W a r d coffee-houfe, t h a t , if this faving plan went on, all the
flour in the kingdom would be wafted ; and to tel! you
the t r u t h I begin to t h i n k fo.
CHRISTOPHER
CAKELING.
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JESTS.
1. SOME y e a r s ago, t w o C o m e d i a n s b e l o n g i n g t o C o v e n t - G a r d e n T h e a t r e h a v i n g a wager a b o u t w h i c h of
t h e m f u n g beft, t h e y a g r e e d to r e f e r it t o D r . A r n e ,
w h o u n d e r t o o k t o be a r b i t r a t o r on this occafion. A l a y
w a s a c c o r d i n g l y agreed o n , and b o t h t h e p a r t i e s exec u t e d to t h e b e d of t h e i r abilities b e f o r e h i m . A s f o o n
as t h e y h a d finished, t h e DocStor p r o c e e d e d t o g i v e
j u d g m e n t in t h e following m a n n e r : " A s for y o u , S i r , "
a d d r e f l i n g himfelf t o t h e firft, " you a r e b y m u c h t h e
nvorjl linger 1 ever h e a r d in m y life.*' A h , f a y s t h e o t h e r , e x u l t i n g l y , 1 k n e w I fliould win m y w a g e r . —
M
S t o p , S i r , " fays t h e D o & o r , " I h a v e a w o r d to f a y
t o you b e f o r e y o u g o ; w h i c h is t h i s , t h a t as f o r y o u ,
Sir, you cannot fing at all?*
2. A MAN w h o t r a v e l l e d t h e c o u n t r y , a n d got his
b r e a d b y flying upoll a r o p e off t h e tops of fteeples*
&c. a p p l i e d once to a l e a r n e d Bifliop f o r leave to fly
f r o m t h e t o p of t h e C a t h e d r a l , and engaged f o m e p e o p l e of w e i g h t to f p e a k in his f a v o u r : t o w h o m his
L o r d i h i p replied ; " *Tis inconfiftent w i t h my d u t y
a n d t h e n a t u r e of my f u n c t i o n , to p e r m i t a n y m a n t o
fly from t h e C h u r c h ; b u t y o u r f r i e n d m a y fly to i t , if
he will."
3. WHILE a f c h o l a r was b l o w i n g his fire, t h e n o f e of
his bellows d r o p t o f f : I fee i n d e e d , fays h e , it is cold
w e a t h e r , for t h e nofe of t h e v e r y bellows d r o p s .
4. A GENTLEMAN being at C h u r c h , h a d his p o c k e t
p i c k e d of his w a t c h , a n d c o m p l a i n i n g of it to a f r i e n d
of his, he r e p l i e d , H a d you w a t c h e d as well as p r a y e d ,
y o u r w a t c h h a d been f e c u r e : But t h e next w a t c h y o u
carry about you, remember thefe lines;
lid that a Watch mould ivear, this he mujl do,
Packet his IVatch, and ivatch his,pocket too.
F I N I S .
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A Caution To Husbands against thrifty wives demonstrating the ruinous tendency of too much economy by of Cranbourne-Alley. To which are added, Select jests.
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Select jests.
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Chapbook Date: 1791-1800
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A Choice Drop of Honey, from The Rock of Christ, or A Short Word of Advice to Saints and Sinners, by Thomas Wilcocks
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An appeal to the readers to seek a more deeply religious life with Christ at the center of it. The author argues that simply fulfilling the duties of a religious life is not enough, because sin can reside beneath an exterior of proper duty and practice. Instead, Christ is seen as the foundation for a properly religious life and necessary for the soul’s salvation.
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T. W. (Thomas Wilcox), 1622-1687
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Text
A Collection of
POPULAR SONGS
VIZ.
Peggy wi' the gowdeaa hair.
Love's like a dizziness,
The weary pund o' tow,
The sailor's courtship,
AND
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Braw lads o G alia water.
EDINBURGH.
PRINTED EOR THE BO0KSELLE»S»
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PEGGY W
i H E G O W D E N HAIR.
Ye roses, fa* at my love's feet*
Ye luies bend your heads and dee!
Your bom>y beauties4 lang sae sweet.
Are now for erer lost on m e ;
For iho' ye sweetly bud and blaw,
To bufck the valley blooming fair*
There's ae sweet flrw r excels ye a',
Young Peggy wix the gowden hair.
I sigh at e'en, I sigh at a?orn,
Kae peace hae within my breast,
1 dander o'er the fields forlorn
To mu«c on her wham I lo'e best;
Sweet, sweeet she smiles, she%i kind and leal,
There*s nane like fter amang fhe fair,
Ht bonny glane* h lovers saft seal
Young Peggy wi' the gowden hair.
Blaw, blaw. ye w «ds, your nipping cauld
Wi' cia »eucr. cieeiis baith hill and shaw;
Your blasts i scorn—i,ve glow
hauld
F r her wha^s at own my heart awa.
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Ye P wc's wha watch wi tehiie
Auy blessings on m bouies skahy
0 grant ae matchless boon to me,
Sweet Peggy wi' the gowdea hair.
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LOVE'S L I K E A DIZZINESS*
Tune— Paddy's Wedding.
I lately liv'd in quiet ease.
An' never wish'd to marry, O ;
But when I saw my Peggy*s fac»,
I felt a sad quandary 6 .
Thox wild as ony \thole deer,
She has trapan'd me fa?rly, O ?
Her cherry t reeks, anct eep sse cleat
Harass me late an' early? O,
O love, love, laddie,
Love x s like a dizziness,
It winaa let a puir ^ody
Gang about his business.
T o tell ray feats this single week
Wad make a curious dia;y, O i
I drave my cart agai ist a d \ k e ,
My h&rsss in £ miry O :
I wear ray stockings whit:? an' blue,
M) love'fcr sas fierce art fi rv O,
I dr 11 t ie l i d that f sjoui p.ow,
An' p^ow the di lis entirely, O.
J L f - Sec
Soon as the dawn had brought the day,
I we it to thtek the stable, O ,
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I coost my coat, and vly\i away
As fast as I was able Q.
1 wrought n* morning ia and out
« A s I'd b/ err i euding fire, O ;
When 1 had done, and looked about,
Gnde faith it was the byre, O.
O love, &c.
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Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget,
The dear, the lovely blinkinN 6%
Mas pierc'd me thro' and thro' thfe heart,
And plagues me wi' the prinklin' o't.
1 try*d to sing, L tryxd to pray,
I tryvd to drown't.wi' diinkin' o't;
I try'd wi' toil to driv't away,
But ne'e? car> sleep for thinkmx ovt»
O love, &c
Were Peggy's love to hire the job.
Jin' save my heart fr^e breakin' O,
I'd put a girdle round the globe,
Or dive in Corryvrekin* O
Or howk a grave at midnvgbt dark
In yonder vault sae eerie O :
Or gang av»' spier for M u ^ o Park,
ThroN Vfiica sae dreary, O.
O love &c.
Ye little ken what pains I prove,
Or how severe my plisky, O,
I swear INm a-iirer drunk wiN love
Tfia e'er I was wix whisky, O.
For love has r^kvt me fore and aft,
I scarce can lift a leggy, 0 :
O love, &c.
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I first grew dizzy then gaed daft,
An* now T'lldee for Peggy, O.
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T H E WE A ll y P U N D O* TO W,
The weary pun<J, the weary pund,
The weary pund o' tow ;
I think my wife will ead her life
Before she spin her tow.
I bought my wife a stane o* lint,
as good as e'er did grow,
And a* that . he has made o* that
Is ae puir pund o* tow.
There sat a bottle in a nook
Ayonr. the ingle low
And ay she took the itber souk
to drouk the stourie tow.
Quoth
for shame, ye dirty dame,
Gae spin your tap o' tow ;
She took the rock, and wP a knock,
She brak it o'er my pow.
At last her feet, ( I sang to ses't)
Gaec-: foremost o'er a kr>owe ;
And ere I wed another jade,
111 wallop in a frv
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T H E SAILOR'S COURTSHIP.
4*
It happened on a morning clear,
as dow 1 th e quay 1 walkedv
1
I chanced to meet a maiden fair.
who witfi her father talked,
Said lres your love is come on shore,
The only man you do adore,
Your folly now you must, give o'er,
Don't wed that tarry sailor.
O father dsir. do rot us part,
or strive to seperate ps,
For if you oo 'twill break my heart,
great grief it will create us;
Hi* love to me is m o i secure,
Autl mine to him Jnili firna endure,
Bcu h me life yr death I'm sure.
I'll wea
other ai?or.
Up comes young Jack as brisk's a bee>
ano saying, my d e a ^ t Nancy,
Now I am safe i.tur vd to thee,
my heart'& . tlight,»n'i fancy,;
I've beesi where ster^uy winds do blow,
Ana eften fae'd the deaily fo<?.»
will )ou have me, yea or no,
Aim wsjft poor Jack the sailor?
Two hunared poands 5eft by her auat,
three hundred more I'd give her,
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But if she marry without consent
a farthing T wont leave her,
Besides to marry she'* too young,
A id sailors have a flattering tongue,
So from my presence quick begone,
II you wed that tariy jailor.
Says Jnck, I don't regard that sum,
my dear* I've gold in plenty;
Believe me; Sir, I dp not c o s e ,
to court with pockets empty {
Fiv hundred guineas in bright gold,
Upon the table there be told,
And stfept them in her aproMold,
Take that and Jack your sa.lor. ,
Her father seeing his honest heart,
that he behaved so e'ever;
Fa!d, " 'Tis a pity you to uarr,
and I'll not do it ever:
As yon so freely gave-your store,
And you each other do adore.
Now take ler Jack, here's as much mjre,
For you a clever sailoi
Now messmates we've got safe to port,
foi I aan sweetly married
I hope my lads we'll h ,ve same sport,
and crown the day with chret :
My frigate she is rigged tight,
With ilks aud rings most gay and bright
I'll swear my la ,s to bjard to night,
and prove myself a sailor.
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B R AW L A D S & G A L L A W A T E R ,
B r aw, braw lads on Yarrow bra i s ,
Ye wander thro* the blooming heather;
But Yarrow braes, nor Etrick sftkwg,
Can match the lads o\ GaJla-wafer,
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But there is ane a certain ane>
Aboon them a ' I lo'e him better^
An' I'll be his. an' he'll
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Although hit daddy was nae laird,
An' though H i a e nae mefhle tocher,
Yet rich in kindest truest love
We'll tent our flocks by GalLi-water.
Itgne'er was wealth,at ne'er was wealth,
That coft contentment, peace or pleasure ;
The bands and bliss o'j mutual lovb:
O that's the wat Id's chiefest treasure.
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A collection of popular songs. viz. Peggy wi' the gowden hair, Love's like a dizziness, The weary pund o' tow, The sailor's courtship, and Braw lads o' Galla water.
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Peggy wi' the gowden hair
Love's like a dizziness
The weary pund o' tow
The sailor's courtship
Braw lads o' Galla water
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
Ballads and songs
Courtship and Marriage
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A Collection of Scotch Proverbs, containing all the wise sayings of the old people of Scotland. by Allan Ramsay
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Chapbook #30 in a bound collection of 37 chapbooks
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Ramsay, Allan, 1685-1758.
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"I will hae books gin I suld sell my kye. VOX POPULI VOX DEI. That aun be true that a men say." on title-page
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Proverbs
Scotland--Chapbooks--Paisley
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1840? per G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries
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Paisley: Printed and published by G. Caldwell
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A COLLECTION OF
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CONTAINING
WHA'S AT THE WINDOW, W H A ?
YE MARINER'S OF ENGLAND,
WASHING DAY.
THE FLOWER O' DUMBLANE.
THE WOODPECKER.
GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR T H E BOOKSELLERS.
�the mndcw% ztlta f
© wha's at the window, wha ? wha ?
O wha's at the window, wha ? wha ?
W h a but blytha Jamie Gieja,.
He's come sax miles anc( sen,
T o tak bonnie Jeanie awa, awa,
T o tak bonnie Jeanie awa.
l i e has plighted his troth, an' a\ m
Leal love to g f e , an* a', an' a',
A n d sae lias "she dun?,
By a' that's aboon
F o r he loes her, she ipest..'hi«n, 'boon a', 'boon M\
H e loes her, she loes hun,
ar.
Bridal maidens are braw, hrawy
Q bridal maidens are braw, braw.
But the bride's mod est
A n d warni cheek, are to me
'Boon pearlens and brooches, an' a\ an' a\
""Boon pearl ens and brooch es*
There's mirth on the green, in the ha\ the ka
There's mirth on the green, in the h$Y the ka
Thereof laughing, there's quaffing,
There's Jesting, there1?* dafflng.
But the brides father's h-]ytb#«t
a\ o f a\
But tbe br&t's ftithwN blithest of a*,
It's no that »hf*»
Itfa no that
*TmmX
mn* av&»
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T h a t my heart is sae we art
W h e n a' the laves cheeriv,
But it's just that shVII aye be awa, awa»
But i f s ju^t.-that she'll aye be awa.
Ft* Mariner $ of England.
*
Y e mariners o f E n g l a n d ,
That guard our native seas,*
W h o s e flag has braved a thousand yeats,
The battle and the breeze,
Y o u r glorious standard iaOiich again,,
T o match another foe,
A n d sweep through the deep,
W h i l e the stormy tempests bio*-,
W h i l e the battle rages loud and long,
A n d the stormv tempests blow.
T h e spirit of your fathers,
Shall start f r o m every wave,
F o r the deck it was their field o f fame^
A n d ocean was ifheir grave.
W h e r e Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
Y o u r manly hearts shall gin w
A s y e sweep through the deep,
W h i l e the stormy tempests blow,
W h i l e the battle rages loud and lung.
A n d the stormy tempests blow.
Britannia needs no bulwark,
N o towers alou^ the steep,
H e r march is o'er the mountain waves*
II tr home is on the deep.
�4
W i t h thunders from her native oak
She quells the floods below—
A s they roar, on the shore,
W h e n the stormy tempests blow,
W h e n the battle raises loud and Ionq\
And the stormy tempests blow.
T h e meteor flag of England
* Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart
And the star of peace return.
T h e n , then, ye ocean-warriors,
Our song and feast shall flow
T o the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow,
W h e n the fiery fight is heard no more)
A n d the starm has ceased to blow.
Washing Day.
T h e sky with clouds was overcast,
T h e rain began to fall,
M y wife she beat the children,
A n d raised a pretty squall:
She bade me, with a scolding look,
I V get out of the way ;
T h e de'il a bit of comfort is there
On a washing day.
For it is thump, thump, scoid, scold,
T h u m p thump away ;
T h e de'il a bit of comfort is there
0*3 a ?rashiag day.
�5
M y Kale she is a bonny wife,
There's none more free from evil,
Except upon a washing day,
And then she is a d e v i l ;
T h e very kittens on the hearth
They dare not even play ;
A w a y they j u m p with many a thump,
Upoai a washing day.
For it is thump, thump, he.
A friend of mine ©nee asked me,
" H o w long's poor Kate been dead
Lamenting the good creature,
A n d sorry I was wed
T o such a scolding vixen,
Whilst he had been at sea :
T h e truth it was, he chanced to come
Upon a washing day.
F o r it is thump, thump, &c.
I asked him to stay and dine,—
" Come, come, 1 ' said I , " o d d s buds!
I'll no denial take—you shall,
Though Kate is in the suds."
But what he had to dine upas
In faith I shall not say ;
But I II wager hell no come again
Upon a washing day.
F o r it is thump, thump, &«.
O n that sad morning, when I rise,
I make & fervent prayer
�6
Unt6 the gods, that it may b*
Throughout the day quite fair;
That not a gown or handkerchief
May in the ditch be laid ;
F®r should it happen so, egad,
1 should -catch a broken head.
F o r it is thump, thump, he.
The Flower o Diimblane.
T h e Sun lias gane down o'er the lofty Ben-Lo*
mo rid,
A n d left the red clouds to preside o'er the
scene;
While lanely I stray in the cairn simmer g l o a m i n g
T o mnse on sweet Jessie, the ilower o' JDunibiane.
X) sweet fe' the brier wP its saft fatilding blossom,
And sweet is the birk wi' its mantle o ' green ;
Yet sweeter and fairer, and d e a r t h this bosom,
Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o' Dumblane;
"She s modest a^ ony, and lily the as she's-bonny,
For g o d d e s s simplicity mark* her its aih ;
A n d far be the villain divested o! feeling,
Wha'd blight, in its blossom, the (lower o'
Dumbiane.
: Sing Ofi, tlVoa sweet mavis, thy htnin to the e'eninf*
Thou'rt dear to the echoes of ,Calderwood glen ?
§ a e deir to this bosom, sae artless and winding,
i s charming young Jessie, the Howrr o' lAmi*
Wane,
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f l a w lost were my days till I met. will] my J e s s i ^
T h e sports of the city seeinM foolish and vain ;
I ne'er saw a nymph I would ca' my dear lassie,
"Till charm'd wi' svveet Jessie, the flowrr
Durnblane.
T h o ' mine were the statipn qf loftiest grandeur,
Amidst its profusion I'd languish iji paip ;
^n'd reckon as naething the height o r its splendour,
I f wanting sweet Jessie, the flawed a D u n b l a n e ,
The Woodpecker.
I knew by the smoke that so gracefully cnrJM
A b o v e the gre*^ eUn?*, thai a cottage was, near ^
A n d ' I said, if there's peace to be found in the
world,
A heart that is? humble mi^ht hope for it here.
Fvt'ry leaf was at rest; and I heard not.'a'sow:nih
But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beaefy
tree.
[And here, in this lone little wood,
^ With a maid who was lovely to
I Who would Mush wher; 1 praisYi
I folamxl ;
$ H o w blest could I live, and how
Every leaf, &c.
J e^qlamfd,
son! and to e y e ;
her, and weep if
calm could I dle,
J By the side of yon .sumach, whose red berry dips
\ In the gush of the fountain 1 ow sweet to f e d ine,
Und to know that I sigh'd upc n innocent lips,
j W h i c h ne'er had been sighed on by any
mine,
Every
fcaf,
.
�Great Grow the Rashes.
Green grow the rashes, G !
Green grow the rashes, O !
T h e sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
A r e spent amang the lasses, O .
There's nought but eare on evVy han%
i n et'ry hour that passes, O :
W h a t signifies the life o' man,
A n ' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
Green growy&c.
T h e warly race may riches chace,
And riches still may fly them, O ;
A n ' the at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, CL
Green grow, &c.
But gie me a canny hour at e'en,
M y arms about my dearie, O ;
A n ' warly cares, an' warly men,
M a y a' gae tapsalteerie, O .
Green grow, &c.
F o r you sae douse, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, 0 :
T h e wisest man the warF e'er saw,
H e dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Green grow, &c.
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
H e r noblest work she classes, O :
H e r 'prentice han' she try'd on man,
A n d then she made the lasses, O.
Green grow, &t\
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A Collection of Songs, &c. Containing: Wha's at the window, Wha? Ye Mariner's of England. Washing Day, The Flower O' Dumblane. The Woodpecker. Green Grow the Rashes, O.
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Wha's at the window, Wha?
Ye Mariner's of England.
The Flower O' Dumblane.
The Woodpecker.
Green Grow the Rashes, O.
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[1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
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Chapbook #39 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
Courtship and Marriage
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University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a>
<a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland </a>
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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English
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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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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
Type
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Architecture: house
Architecture: window(s)
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Fashion (Clothing): working class
Furniture: bench(s)
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Nature: tree(s)
Object: walking stick/ staff
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A COLLECTION OF
S O N G S , &c.
No.
COKTAININa
h
H E Y T H E BONNIE BREAST-KNOTS.
HERE'S TO T H E MAIDEN OF BLUSHING FIFTEEN.
T H E DASHING W H I T E SERJEANT.
GALEA WATER.
N O T H I N G L I K E GROG.
G I L E S SCROGGINS
F R I E N D O F M Y SOTTLM'PHERSON'S F A R E W E L L .
EDINBURGH.
FRINTFUFOR THE BOOKSELLERS,
�Hey the Bonnie Breast Knatsi*
Hey the bonnie, ho the bonnie,
Hey the bonnie breast-knots;
Blyth and merry were they a',
When they put on the breast-knots.
There was a bridal in this town.
And til Pi the lasses a' were boun',
W i ' mankie facings on their gown,
And some of them had breast-knots,
Singing, hey the bonnie, See,
A t nine o' cIocE the lads convene,
Some clad in bine,.some clad in green**
W i ' shinin ? buckles in their sheen,
And- flowers upon their waistcoats.
Out cam' the wives a* wi' a phrase,
And wistfd the lassies happy days,
And muckle thought they o' their claes,
Especially the breast-knots.
Singing, hey the bonnie, &c.
Here $ to the Ma iden of Blush ingFiftee n.
Here's to the maiden of blushing fifteen,
Likewise to the widow of fifty ;
Here's to the bo lei arid extravagant quean,
A n d here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Let the toast pass,,
Drink to the lass,
I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Let the toast .pass,; &c.
�3
Here's to the maiden whose dimples we prize,
Likewise to her that has none, sir ;
Here's to the maid with a pair of black eyes,
And here's to her that's but one, sin
L e t the toast pass, i&c.
here's
And
Here's
And
to the maid with a besom of snow:,
to her that's as brown as a berry ;
to the wife with a face full of woe,
here's to the girl that is merry.
L e t the toast pass,
Let. her be clumsy, or let her be slim,
Young or ancient I care not a feather ;
So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim,
A n d e'en Jet us toast them together.
L e t the toa-st pass, &c.
The Dashing White Serjeant.
If I had a beau, for a soldier who'd go,
Do you think I'd say no ? No, no, not I !
I, when his red coat I saw, not a sigh would it draw
But I'd give him ' eclat' for his bravery !
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play,
As a dashing white serjeant I'd march away !
When my soldier was gone,.d'ye think I'd take on
Sit moping foHorn ? No, no, not I I
His fame my concern, haw my bosom would burn
When I saw him return crowned with victory
If an army of Amazons e'er came in play,
A s a -dashing white i&erjeant I'd march away*!
�4
Galla Watt r.
Braw, braw lads on Yarn-w h v k ^
Ye wahder through rfm bibo^lrig lira;her;
But Yarrow 'br&dvn&r-EUrkJk «Hia*vV
Can match the lads
Galla water.
But there is ane, a jejeret
A hp ui them d •[.]<»>; hiru better,
And III be his, am)he'll 1 he mine,
The bonny lad oJ Galla vvai-. r.
AMW his daddie was nae lairf',
An' tho' I hae nae meikle tocher,
Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
We'll tent our flocks by Gaila water.
It ne*er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth,
T h a t coft contentment, peace, or pleasure $
T h e bands and bliss o' mutual love,
G that's the chiefest warlxj's treasure.
Nothing Like Grog.
A plague of those musty old lubbers,
Who tell us to fast and to think,
And patient fall in with life's rubbers,
With nothing but water to drink.
A can of good smiiy bad they twigg'd it,
' T would have act them for pleasure agog,
A nd, spite of the iuie$
Of the schools.
T h e old fools
Would have all of 'em swi'gg'd it,
And swort t l w t was nothing 1:1,® grog.
/
�My father, when k&t I from Guinea
Jieturn'd, with abundance of wealth,
CryVi, 4 Jack, never be such a ninny
' T o clrink f said I, 4 Father, your health. 1
So f shew'd him the stuff, and he twigg'd it,
And it set the old codger .agog,
And he swiggM, and mother,
And sister, and brother,
And I svvigg'd, and all of us s wigg d it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.
'Tother day, as the chaplain was preaching,
Behind him I curiously slunk,
And while he our duty was teaching',
As how we should never get d r u n k ;
I show'd him the stuff, and he tiviggfd it,
And it soon set his reverence agog,
And he swigg'd, and Nick swigg'd,
And Ben swigg'd, and Dick svvjgg'd,
And I swigg'd, and ail of us svvigg'd it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.
Then, trust me, there^s nothing like drinking,
So pleasant, on this side the grave,—
I t keeps the unhappy from thinking,
And makes eVn more valiant the brave ;
As for me, from the moment I twigg'd it,
T h e good stuff has set me agog,
Sick or well, late or early,—wind foully or fairly,
Helm a-iee or a-weather,—for hours together,
I've constantly swigg'd i t ,
And d
mc5 there » nothing like grog.
�«
GiUs
Scroggins.
Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown*
Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido ;
T h e fairest wench in all the town,
Fol deriddle loL kc.
H e bought her a ring with a posey true 3
If you loves I as I loves you,
No knife >can cut our love in two."
Fol deriddle lol, he.
But scissars cuts as well as knives,
Fol deriddle lol, &c.
And quite, unsartin's all our lives,
Fol deriddle lol, &c.
T h e day t he £ were to have been wed, x
Fate's scissars cut poor Giles's thread,
So they c^uld not he mar-ri-ed.
Fol deriddle lol, kc.
Poor Molly laid her down to weep,
Fol deriddle lol, kc.
And cried herself quite fast asleep,
Fol deriddle lol, & a
W h e n standing all by the bed-post,
A figure tall her sight engrossed,
And it cried, I beez Giles Scroggins's ghog
Fol deriddle lol^ See.
T h e ghost it said all solemnly,
Foi deriddle lol;, kc.
X) Molly, you must go with I !
Fol d e n d J h L i, See*
�T
Ail to the grave, your love to cool,
She says, I am not dead you fool I
p a y s the ghost, says lie, vy that's no rule f
Fol de riddle, &csn
[The ghost he seizY! her all so grim,
Fol denddie lol, &c.
IAII for to <jo along with him,
[ Fol d end die lol, &e.
pome, come, said he, ere mormnjf beam,
I von't, said she, and she scream\l a scream,
el hen she woke, and found-she had dreanit a dreaom
Fol deriddie lol, kc.
Friend of My Soul.
I Friend of my soul, this goblet sip,
|
''Twill chase the pensive ttar ;
J 'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip,
I But, oh ! 'tis more sincere,
Like her delusive beam
'Twill steal away thy mind ;
But, like affection's dream,
I t leaves no sting behind.
| C o m e , twine the wreath, thy brows to shadW,
These flowers were culled at noon ;
(Like woman's love, the rose will fade,
1 But, ah ! not half so soon !
But, though the flower's decayed,
It's fragrance is not o'er;
But once when loves betrayed,.
T h e heart can bloom no more.
�SF
M^Pfierriii's Farewell,
'
' jin: H07
3 i? • Jim I [ < S .••
F
Farewell, ye dnngepp% fjkrk and *troag,
fie wretch's destinje I
M'Pherson** time will not. be long
On yoiidir gallows tree.
Chorus,—Sae ranfingly, sae. wantonly,
S ie damningly.gaed he;
H e played a spring, and danced it round,
Belovf the gallows tree..
O; what is death Kit parting breath ?
Oil til on y a b l u i d y plain
I've dared J hUlaee, and in tins place
I scorn him yet again !
Sae ranting!)', Sic.
Untie these' bands from -off my hands,
And bring to me my sword ;
And there's no man in all S-oiland.
But H i brave hi in at a word
Sae rantingly, k t t
I've lived a \v'e of sturt and strife;
I die by U eacherie;
It burns oiy heart— I must depart,
And not avenged be.
She rantingly, &e.
Now. farewell, % h t , thou sunshine bright
And ail beneath the sky !
,Mav coward shame disdain his name,
T h e wretch that dnrc not die !
r t ;iviegly, Sc.
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A Collection of Songs, &c. No. I Containing Hey The Bonnie Breast Knots. Here's to the Maiden of Blushing Fifteen. The Dashing White Serjeant. Galla Water. Nothing like Grog. Giles Scroggins. Friend of my soul. M'pherson's Farewell.
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Hey The Bonnie Breast Knots.
Here's to the Maiden of Blushing Fifteen.
The Dashing White Serjeant.
Galla Water.
Nothing like Grog.
Giles Scroggins.
Friend of my soul.
M'pherson's Farewell.
Date
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[1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
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8 pages
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Chapbook #1 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<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>
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In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413
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Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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ballads & songs