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The Excellent Old
SCOTTISH SONG
OF THE
BLAEBERRY
COURTSHIP;
TO WHICH IS ADDED
The Crook & Plaid.
PRINTED
FOR THE
BOOKSELLERS.
�THE
BLAEBERRY
COURTSHIP.
W i l l ye go to the Highlands, my jewel, with me ?
W i l l ye go to the Highlands, the flocks for to see ?
I t is health to my jewel to breathe the sweet air,
A n d to pull the blackberries in the forest so fair.
T o the Highlands, my jewel, I will not go with thee,
For the road it is long, and the hills they are high ;
I love those valleys and sweet corn fields,
[yield.
More than all the blackberries your wild mountains
Our hills they are bonnie when the heather's in
bloom,
I t would cheer a fine fancy in the month of June,
T o pull the blackberries and carry them home,
A n d set them on your table when December comes on.
�3
Out spake her father, that saucy old man,
You might have chosen a mistress among your own
clan;
It's hut poor entertainment to our Lowland dames,
To promise them heather and blue heather bloom.
Kilt up your green plaidie, walk over yon hill,
For a sight of your Highland face does me much ill;
For I will wed my daughter, and spare pennies too,
To whom my heart pleases, and what's that to you ?
My plaid it is broad, it has colours anew,
Goodman, for your kindness, I'll leave it with you
I have got a warm cordial keeps the cold from me—
The blythe blinks of love from your daughter's e'e.
My flocks they are thin, and my lodgings but bare,
And you that has meikle the more you can spare;
Some of your spare pennies with me you will share,
And you winna send your lassie o'er the hills bare.
He went to her daughter to give her advice,
Said, if you go with him I'm sure you're not wise,
He's a rude Highland fellow, as poor as a crow,
He's of the clan Caithness for ought that I know.
But if you go with him, I'm sure you'll go bare,
You'll have nothing father or mother can spare;
Of all I possess I'll deprive you for aye,
If o'er the hills lassie you go away.
It's father keep what you are not willing to give,
For I fain would go with him as sure as I live ;
What signifies gold or treasure to me,
If the Highlands are between my love and me.
;
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Now she is gone with him in spite of them a',
Away to a place which her eyes never saw;
H e had no steed for to carry her on,
But still he said lassie think not the road long.
I n a warm summer's evening they came to a glen,
Being wearied with travel the lassie sat down :
Get up my brave lassie let us step on,
For the sun will go down before we get home,
M y feet are all torn my shoes are all rent,
I ' m wearied with travel and just like to faint,
Were it not for the sake of your kind company,
I would lie in the desert until that I die.
The day is far spent and the night's coming on,
A n d step you aside to yon mill-town,
And there you'll ask lodgings for thee and for me,
For glad would I be in a barn for to be.
The place it is pleasant and bonny indeed,
But the people are hard-hearted to them that's in need
Perhaps they'll not grant us their barn nor byre,
But I'll go and ask them as it is your desire.
The lassie went foremost, sure I was to blame,
T o ask for a lodging myself I thought shame:
The lassie replied with tears not a few,
It's ill ale, said she, that's sour when it's new.
I n a short time thereafter they came to a grove,
Where his flocks they were feeding in numberless
droves,
Allan stood musing his flocks for to see,
Step on, says the lady, that's no pleasure to me.
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A beautiful laddie, with green tartan trews,
And twa bonnie lassies were buchting in ewes,
They said, honoured master are you come again,
Long, long have we look'd for your coming hame.
Bught in your ewes lassie, and go your way home,
I've brought a swan frae the north, I have her to tame;
Her feathers are fallen, and where can she lie ?
The best bed in the house her bed shall be.
The lady's heart was far down, it couldna well rise,
Till many a- lad and lass came in with a phrase,
To welcome the lady, to welcome her home :
Such a hall in the Highlands she never thought on.
The laddies did whistle, and the lassies did sing
They made her a supper might served a queen,
Long life and happiness they wished her all round,
A n d they made to the lady a braw bed of down.
Early next morning he led her to the hay,
He bade her look round her as far as she could spy,
These lands and possessions my debt for to pay,
Y e winna gae round them in a lang simmer day.
O Allan! O Allan! I ' m indebted to thee,
It's a debt dear Allan, I never can pay,
O Allan! O Allan! how came you for m e ?
Sure I am not worthy your bride for to be.
H o w call you me Allan, when Sandy's my name ?
W h y call you me Allan ? sure you are to blame
;
For don't you remember when at school with thee,
I was hated by all the rest but loved by thee.
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�H o w oft have I fed on your bread and your cheese,
Likewise when you had but a handful of pease,
Y o u r cruel-hearted father hound at me his dogs,
They tore my bare heels, and rave all my rags,
Is this m y dear Sandy whom I loved so dear ?
I have not heard of y o u this many a y e a r ;
W h e n all the rest went to bed, sleep was frae me,
For thinking what was become of thee.
M y parents were born lang before me,
Perhaps by this time they are drowned in the sea,
These lands and possessions they left them to me,
A n d I came for thee, jewel, to share them with thee.
I n love we began, and in love we will end,
A n d in j o y and mirth our days we will s p e n d ;
A n d a voyage to your father once more we will go,
A n d relieve the old farmer from his trouble and woe.
W i t h men and maid-servants to wait them upon,
A w a y t o her father in a chaise they are g o n e ;
T h e laddie went foremost—the brave Highland loon,
Till they came to the road that leads to the town.
W h e n he came to the gate he gave a loud roar,—
Come down gentle farmer, Catherine's at your door.
When
he looked out at the wiudow he saw his
daughter's face,
W i t h his hat in his hand he made a great phrase..
K e e p on your hat, farmer, don't let it fa',
F o r it sets not the peacock to bow to the crow.
I t ' s hold your tongue, Sandy, and do not taunt me,
F o r my daughter's not worthy your bride for to be.
�Now he held his bridle reins till he came down,
A n d then he conveyed him to a fine room ;
W i t h the finest of spirits they drank a fine toast,
And the son and the father drank both in one glass.
THE CROOK AND PLAID.
I f lassies love the laddies, they surely should confest,
For every lassie has a lad she loes aboon the rest,
He's dearer to his bosom whatever be his trade,
And through life I'll loe the laddie that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
He's aye true to his lover, aye true to me.
H e climbs the mountain early, his fleecy flocks to view,
He spies the little laverocks spring out frae 'mang the
dew;
His faithful little doggie, so frolicsome and glad,
Wanders forward with the laddie that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
For he's, &c.
He pu's the blooming heather, he pu's the lily meek,
Calls the lily like my bosom, the heather like my
check;
His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad,
There's nae wooer like the laddie that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
For he's, &c
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I winna hae the laddie that ca's the cart and plough,
Although he may be tender, although he may be true
B u t I will hae the laddie that has my heart betrayed,
H e ' s the faithful shepherd laddie, that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
F o r he's,
&c.
It's down beside the hawthorn that blooms in yonder
vale,
I'll meet him in the gloaming far frae the noisy gale,
His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad,
For he kens the way sae nicely to row me in his plaid
For he's &c.
To such a faithful lover, oh who would not comply!
True love gives greater pleasure than aught beneath
the sky.
If love be in your bosom my heart can ne'er be sad.
And through life I'll loe the laddie that wears the
Crook and Plaid.
For he's &c.
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The excellent old Scottish song of the blaeberry courtship; to which is added The crook & plaid
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1870-1885 per National Library of Scotland
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The crook & plaid
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Two songs about love. The first is the story of the love between a Highland lad and a Lowland girl. The girls’ father is against the match and disinherits her when she decides she runs off with him. In the beginning, it looks like she has made the wrong choice as she is forced to walk and beg for them both on the way to the Highlands, but when they arrive it turns out he is a laird and she is treated as the lady of a great estate. In the end they both go back to visit and reconcile with the father. The second song is a short ballad about a young girl’s love for a shepherd. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume.
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Chapbook #12 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks
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[No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers
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Courtship and Marriage
Highlands
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 2
Animal: sheep
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Chapbook Date: 1871-1880
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers
Outdoor Scene