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For had I right the gully guided, And wi' a wife mysel' provided, To keep me frae that wrae betide it, That's kent to'a', I'd stay'd at hame, or near beside i t ; Now that's awa'. B e wiser then, and do what's right, And mind your business wi' might, Lest unexpected gloomy night, Should you surround An' mingle a' your pleasure bright, Wi'grief profound. And, bonny lasses, mind this rhyme, As true as three and sax mak nine, If ye commit ye ken what crime, And turn unweel, There'll something wamble in your wamo Just like an eel. �THE DOMINIE DEPOSED. P A R T I. SOME Dominies are sae bias'd, That o'er the dyke themsells tliey east, They drink an' rant, an' live sae fast, This drives them on, To draw a weapon at the last, That sticks Mess John. Thus going on from day to day, Neglecting still to watch and pray, And teach the little anes A, B, C, An* Pater No^tpr, Quite ither thoughts our Lettergae, Begins to foster. For, laying by baitli fear and shame, They slily venture on that game, All Fours, I think, they call't by name, Baitli auld an' rife. Than in the play, Mess John is slain Wi' his ain knife. �4 'Tis kind, therefore, I wimia strive My doughty deeds here to descrive, A lightsome life still did I thrive, Did never itch, By out an' in abouts to drive, For to mak rich. I ne'er laid money up in store, Into a hole behind the door, A shilling, penny, less or more, I aye did scatter, 'Tis just, now, I should drink, therefore, Sma* beer or water. I never sooner siller got, But a' my pouches it would plot, And scorch them fair, it was sae hot; Then to get clear Of it, I swill'd it down my throat, In ale or beer. Thus, a' my failing was my glass, An* anes to please a bonny lass, I, like a silly amorous ass, Drew forth my gully, An' through an' through at the first pas*, Ran Mr. Willy. Sae far this mad, though merry fit, I was sair vexed, and forced to flit, They plagu'd me sae wi' pay and sit, Quo* they, You thief, How durst you try to steal a bit Forbidden beef? �0 then, I liumbly plead that vos, Would make it your continual rnos> Wi' hearts sincere an' open o$, You'd often pray, A tali malo libera nos, 0 Dominie• For, hark, I'll tell you what they think, Since I left handling pen an' ink: Wae worth that weary soup o' drink He lik'd sae weel, He drank it a', left not a clink His throat to swill. He lik'd, still sitting 011 his doup, To view the pint or cutty stoup, And sometimes lasses overcoup, Upo' their keels, This made the lad at length to loup, And tak his heels. Then was it not a grand presumption, To ca' him doctor 0' the function ? He dealt too much in barley-unction For his profession : He never took a good injunction Frae kirk or session. An' to attend, he was not willing, His school, sae lang's he had a shilling, But lov'd to be where there was filling Good punch or ale, For him to rise was just like killing Or first to fail. �His fishing-wand, his sneeshing box, A fowling piece, to shoot muir cocks, An' hunting hare through craigs and rocks, This was his game, Still left the young anes, so the fox Might worry them. When he committed a' these tricks, For which he weel deserv'd his licks, Wi' red-coats he did intermix, When he foresaw The punishment the kirk inflicts On fowks that fa'. Then to his thrift he bade adieu, When wi* his tail he stopp'd his mou\ He changed his coat to red and blue, An' like a sot Did the poor Clerk convert into A Royal Scot. An' now fowks use me at their wills, My name is blawn out o'er the hills, At banquets, feasts, a' mouths it fills, 'Twixt each, Here's £' thee, 'Tis sore traduc'd at kilns and mills, And common smithy. Then, Dominies, I you beseech, Keep very far from Bacchus' reach, He drown'd a' my cares to preach, Wi' his ma't-bree, I've wore sair banes by mony a bleech 0' his tap-tree. �If venus does possess your mind, Her antics ten times warse ye'll find, For to ill tricks she's sae inclin'd, For praticks past, She blew me here before the wind: Cauld be her cast. Within years less than half a dizen, She made poor Maggy lie in jizen, When little Jock brake out of prison, On gude yule-day, This of my quiet cut the wisen, Whan he wan gae. Let readers then tak better heed, For fear they kiss mair than they read, In case they wear the sacken weed, For fornication, Or leave the priest-craft shot to dead For procreation. The maist o* them, like blind an' lame, Have nae aversion to the game, But better 'twere to tak her hame, Their pot to cook, An* teach his boys to write a theme, And mind their book. Then may they sit at liame, an* please, Themselves wi' gathering in their fees, While I must face mine enemies, Or shaw my dock: There's odds 'twixt handling pens wi* ease An' a firelock. �Sae shall they never mount the stool, Whereon the lasses greet an' howl, Tho' deil a tear, scarce fair or foul, Comes o'er their cheeks ; Their mind's not there, 'tis spinning wool, Or mending breeks. The Kirk then pardons no such prots, They must tell down good five pounds scots, Though they should pledge their petticoats, An' gae arse bare ; The least price there is twenty groats, An' prigging fair. If then the lad does not her wed, Poor Meg some feigned tears maun slied. Her minny crooks her mou' and dad, They fart an' fling ; " 0 wow that e'er I made the bed," Then does she sing. Thus for her Maidenhead she moans, Bewailing what is past; Her pitcher's dash'd against the stones, And broken at the last, P A R T II. A' Maids, therefore, I do bemoan, Betwixt the rivers Dee and Don, If anes they get a taste o' yon, Though by the laird, The toy-mutch maun then gae on, Nae mair bare-hair'd �Yet wanton Venus, that she-b—h, Does a' our senses sae bewitch, An* fires our blood wi' sic an itch, That aftentimes, There is nae help but to commit, Some Ill-far'd crimes. Yet some they are sae very willing, At ony time they'll tak> a shilling, But he that learnt them first that spelling, Or Meg or Nell, Be sure, to him they'll lay an egg in ; This some can tell, Unthinking things ! it is their creed, If some sic things be done wi' speed, They're safe, 'tis help in time o' need, Nae after-claps : Tho' nine months aft brings quick or dead, Into their laps. Experience thus makes me speak, I ance was hooked wi' the cleek, I almost had beshit my breek, When Maggy told, That by her saul, not e'en a week Young Jack would hold. She was sae stiff she cou'd not loot; Your pranks she says, are now found out, The kirk and you maun hae a bout ; 111 mat you fare, 'Tis a' your ain, you need na doubt Ilk hilt an hair. �10 Alas that e'er I saw your face, I can nae langer hide the case ; Had I foreseen this sad disgrace, Nae man nor you, Shou'd e'er hae met me in yon place, Or kiss'd my mou\ 0 Dominie, you're dispossest, Ye hae defil'd your holy nest, The warld sees ye hae transgrest, I'm at my time, Ye dare nae mair, now do your best, Let gae the rhyme. Ohon! how weel I might liae kent, When first to you I gae consent, Wi' me to mak your merriment, How a' would be : Alas ! that e'er my loom I lent, That day to thee. Wae to the night I first began To mix my moggans wi' thee man : 'Tis needless now to curse or ban, But deil hae me, Ye'll pay an' sit, for sit ye can, An' that ye'll see. 1 heard her as I heard her not, But time and place had quite forgot, I guess'd Young Jack fell to my lot; For I could tell, It was too short her petticoat, By half an ell. �11 Wi' blubber'd cheeks, and watry nose, Her weary story she did close ; I said the best, and aff she goes Just like a thief, An' took a glass to interpose, 'Twixt mirth and grief. Yet would hae gi'en my ha'f year's fee, Had Maggy then been jesting me, Had tartan purry, meal an' bree, Or buttr'y brose, Been kilting up her petticoats Aboon her hose. But time that tries such praticks past, Brought me out o'er the coals fu' fast; Poor Maggy took a sudden blast, And o'er did tumble, For something in her wame at last Began to rumble. Our folk ca'd it the windy gravel, That grips the guts beneath the navel, But laith was she for to unravel Their gross mistake, Weel kend she, that she was in travail, Wi' little Jack. But, to put matters out of doubt, Young John within would fain been out, An' but an' ben made sic a rout Wi* hands and feet, That she began twa-fauld about The house to creep. �12 Then dool an' sorrow interveen'd ; For Jack nae langer could be screen'd, My lass upon her breast she lean'd, An' gae a skirl. The canny wives came there conveen'd, An' in a whirl. They wrought together in a crowd ; By this time I was under cloud ; Yet bye and bye I understood, They made one more, For Jack he tun'd his pipe, and loud Wi' cries did roar. Wi' that they blam'd the Session-Clark ; Where is the lown hid in the dark ? For he's the father o' this wark : Swear to his mitlier, He's just as like him as ae lark Is like anitlier. About me then there was a din, They sought me out through thick an' thin, Wi' deil hae her, an deil liae him, He's o'er the dyke ; Our Dominie lias now dung in His arse a pike. Ye may weel judge I was right sweer, This uncouth meeting to draw near, Yet forc'd I was then to appear, Altho' perplex'd; But listen how, and ye shall hear, The hags me vex'cl �The carlings Maggy had sae cleuked, Before young Jack was rightly hooked, They made lier twice as little booked, But to gae on, 0 then ! how like a fool I looked, When I saw John. The Cummer then came to me bent, And gravely, did my son present ; She bade me kiss him, be content, Then wish'd me joy ; An' tauld it was—what luck had sent, A. waly boy. In ilka member, litli an' lim', Its mouth, its nose, its cheeks, its chin, 'Tis a' like daddy, just like him, His very self, Though it look'd cankered sour and grim, Like ony elf. Then whisp'ring now to me she harked, Indeed your hips they should be yarked, Nae mair Mess John, nor dare ye Clarkit, Faith ye hae ca'd Your hogs into a bonny markit, Indeed my lad. But tell me, man, (I should say master,) What muckle deil in your way chas'd her ? Lowns ba-ith ! but I think I hae plac'd her, Now on her side, My coming here has not disgrac'd her, At the Yule-tide. �14 An' for yoursell, ye dare na look Hereafter ever on a book, Your mou' about the psalms to crook ; Ye've play'd the fool, Anither now your post maun bruik, An' you the stool. She bann'd her saul, and then she blest it, That in the Kirk-books it would be lifted, An' thus the weary wife insisted, Our Lettergae Will sit whar he will not be pish't at By dogs some day. She wrung her hands until they cracked. An' sadly me she sham'd an' lacked— Ah, man ! the Priest, how will he tak' it, Whan he hears tell, How Maggy's mitten ye hae glacket, Ye ken yoursell. The Session-Clark to play such prankies, Ye'll stan' I fear upon your shankies, An' maybe slaver in the brankies ; It could na miss, But lifting o' the killimankies, Would turn to this. A toothless Howdy, auld and teugh, Says, Cummer husht, we hae eneugh, Thirsh mony ane has touch'd the pleugh, As gude ash he, An' yetsh gane backlensh o'er the heugli, Shae let him be. �15 Hesh no, quoth she, though lie'sh be lear'd, That ye ken what, they hae crept near't, Far you an I hash aft-times heard O' nine or ten, Wha thush the clergy hath beshmear'd Wi' their ain pen. The auld mou d wives thus did me taunt, Though a' was true, I must needs grant. But ae thing maistly made me faint, Poor Meg lay still, An' look'd as loesome as a saint That kend nae ill. Then a* the giglets young and gaudy, Sware by their sauls, I might be wady. For getting sic a lusty lacldy, Sae like mysell; An' made me blush wi' speaking baudy, 'Bout what befel. Thus auld an' young their verdict had, 'Bout Maggy's being brought to bed, I thought my fill, yet little said, Or had to say, To reap the fruit o' sic a trade, On gude-yule day. What sometimes in the mou is sweet, Turns bitter in the wame ; I grumbled sair to get the geetf At sic a merry time. P A R T III. ISTow Maggy's twasome in a swoon, A counsel held condemns the loon, �16 The cushle mushle thus gaed roun', Our bonny Clark, He'll get the dud an* sarken gown, That ugly sark. Consider, sirs, now this his crime, 'Tis no like hers, or yours, or mine, He's just next thing to a divine, An' vow, 'tis odd, Sic men should a* their senses tine, An' fear o' God. 'Tis strange what mak's kirk folk sae stupit, To mak or meddle wi' the fuca'it, Or mint to preach in sic a pu'pit, The senseless fools, Far better for them hunt the tyouchot, Or teach their schools. They hunt about frae house to house, Just as a tailor hunts a louse, Still girding at the barley-juice An' aft get drunk, They plump into some open sluice, Where a' is sunk. A plague upo' that oil o' ma't, That weary drink is a' their fau't, It made our Dominie to hal't ; The text fulfil, Which bids cast out the sa'rless sa't, On the dunghill. �17 They are sae fed, they lie sae saft, They are sae hain'd, they grow sae daft; This breeds ill wiles, ye ken fu' aft In the black coat, Till poor Mess John, and the priest-craft, Gaes to the pot. I tald them then, it was but wicked To add affliction to the afflicted, But to it they were sae addicted, They said therefore : The clout about me should be pricked, At the kirk-door. But yet not kirk nor consterie, Quoth they, can ask the taudy fee, Tell them in words just twa or three, The deil a plack, For tarry-breeks should ay gae free, An' he's the Clark. I then was dumb! how I was griey'd ! What would I gi'en to be reliev'd! They us'd me waur than I had thiev'd, Some strain'd their lungs, An' very loud they me mischiev'd Wi' their ill tongues. Had you been there to hear and see The manner how they guided me, An' greater penance wha could dree ! A Lettergae, Wi' sic a pack confin'd to be, On gude Yule-day. �18 Young Jack wi' skirls he pierc'd the skie I pray VI that death might close his eyes, But did not meet with that surprise, To my regret, Sae had nae help, but up an' cries llet drinks to get. This laid their din ; the drink was stale, An' to't they gaed wi* tooth an' nail, An' wives whase rotten tusks did fail Wi' bread an' cheese, They birl'd fu' fast at butter'd ale, To gie them ease. They ca' upon me, then dadda, Come, tune your fiddle, play us a Jigg or hornpipe, nae mair SOL F A , My bonny cock ; The kirk an' you maun pluck a craw About young Jock. Flay up, Sae merry as we hae been, Or, Wat ye wha we met yestreen, Or, Lass will ye lend me your leam i Or, Soups o' brandy, Or, Gin the kirk wad let's alane, Or, Houghmagandy. Sic tunes as these, yea, three or four, They call'd for, ill mat they cour, Play, cries the cummer, wi' a glour, The wanton toudy, Wha' did the Dominie ding o'er, Just heels o'er goudy. �19 O' music I had little skill, But as I could, I played my till, It was my best to shaw good will ; Yet a' my drift, Was best how I might win the hill The wives to shift. Sae leaving them to drink het ale, I slipt awa', an' let them rail: Then running till my breath did fail, I was right glad Frae kirk and wives to tak' leg bail,— Nae doubt they said. The Lettergae has plaid the fool, Jnd shifted the repenting-stool, To kirk and session bids good-day, Hell o'er the hills and far away. THE SEQUEL. Now, loving friends I liae you left, Ye ken I neither stole nor reft, But when I found myself infeft, In a young Jack, I did resolve to change the haft For that mis tak'. An' reasons mae I had anew, For I had neither horse nor cow ; My stock took wings an aff it flew, Sae a' was gone, An' deil a flee had I was new Except young John. �20 Too aft my thirsty throat to cool, I went to visit the punch bowl, Which makes me now wear reddish wool Instead o' black ; Or I must foot the cutty stool Wi' deil a plaek. The chappen-stoup, the pint an' gill, Too aft I caused for to fill, A y loving those wha would sit still, An' wet the mouth, Ne'er minding that the T u l l o - h i l l , Leads people south. 0 but that loving laird Kings wells My blessings flow where his foot swells, Lang life to him whate'er befals, God be his guide, He's cured a thousand thirsty sauls, An' mine beside. O had I but thae days again, Which I sae freely spent in vain, I'd strive some better for to ken, What future chance Should bla^ me here out o'er the main, An' sae near France. But since that ills maun ay befall The ehiel that will be prodigal; When wasted to the very spaul He turns his tusk, For want o' comfort to his saul, On hungry husk. �21 Now since I'm aff sae mony a mile, There's naething got without some toil, I'll wait ; cross fortune yet may smile, Come want, come wealth, I'll tak' a pint in the mean while, To Heilden's health. Sae, for a time, friends fare ye weel, My pot companions, true and leel, I wish ye all a merry yule, Much mirth and glee Nae mair young Jacks into the creel That day for me. Some other Yule may yet cast up, When we again shall meet, To drown our sorroivs in a cup, In case we live to see't. E L E G Y ON M A G G Y JOHNSTON, Who died Anno Domini, 1711 Reeky mourn in sable hue, Let foutli o' tears dreep like May dew, To bra' tippeny bid adieu, Which we wi' greed, Bended as fast as she could brew, But now she's dead. Auld �22 To tell the truth now, Maggy dang, 0* customers she had a bang ; For lairds an' sutors a' did tlirang To drink bedeen : The barn an'yard was aft sae tlirang, We took the green. An' there by dizens we lay down, Syne sweetly ca'd the healths aroun', To bonny lasses, black or brown, As we lo'ed best; In bumpers we dull cares did drown, An' took our rest. When in our pouch we fand some clinks, An' took a turn o'er Bruntsfield Links, Aften in Maggy's, at Hay-jinks, We guzzl'd scuds, Till we could scarce, wi' liale-out drinks Cast alf our duds. We drank an' drew, an' fill'd again, O wow ! but we were blythe an' fain : When ony had their count mistane, O it was nice, To hear us a' cry pick your bane, An' spell your dice. Fou close we us'd to drink an' rant, Until we baith did glowr and gaunt, An' pish, an' spue, an' yesk, an' maunt, Riglit swash I trow, Then aff auld stories we did chaunt, Whan we were fou. �23 Whan we were wearied at the gouff, Then Maggy Johnston's was our houff, Now a' our gamesters may sit douff, Wi' hearts like lead. Death wi' his rung reach'd her a youlf^ An' sae she's dead. Maun we be forc'd thy skill to tine, For which we will right sair repine ? Or hast thou left to bairns o' thine, The pauky knack, 0 brewing ale amaist like wine, That gar'd us crack ? Sae brawly did a pease-scon toast, Biz i' the quaff, and flee the frost, There we gat fu' wi' little cost, An' muckle speed ; Now wae worth death, our sport's a' lost, Since Maggy's dead. Ae summer night I was sae fu', Amarig the riggs I gaed to spew, Syne down on a green bank I trow, I took a nap, An* sought a night balillilu, As soun's a tap. An' whan the dawn began to glow, 1 hirsled up my dizzy pow, Frae 'mang the corn like worry-kow, Wi' banes fu' sair, An' kend nae mail* than if a yow, How I came there. �24 Some said it was the pith o* broom, That she stow'd in her masking loom, "Which in our heads rais'd sic a foom, Or some wild seed, Which aft the chappen-stoup did toom, But fill'd our head. But now sinec 'tis sae that we must, Not in the best ale put our trust, But when we're auld return to dust, Without remead; Why should we tak' it in disgust, Since Maggy's dead. 0' wardly comforts she was rife, An' liv'd a lang and hearty life, Right free o' care, or toil, or strife, Till she was stale ; An' kend to be a canny wife At brewing ale. Then farewell Maggy, douce and fell, 0' brewers a' ye bore the bell ; Let a' your gossips yelp and yell, An' without feed, Guess whither ye're in heaven or hell, They're sure ye're dead. riNis. � 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 037: Title-page illustration of a young woman with a basket on her lap sitting in front of a door. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Dominie Deposed, with the sequel. To which is added, Maggy Johnston's Elegy. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Maggy Johnston's Elegy Extent The size or duration of the resource. 24 pages 15 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923301223505154">s0425b16</a> Description An account of the resource 141 printed at foot of title page Woodcut # Illustration of a young woman with a basket on her lap, sitting in front of a door. 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 Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Type The nature or genre of the resource elegy Architecture: door(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: elegy Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: woman/women Object: basket(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/51dd3c16aadd3021f5aca3c15732e1fc.pdf 458000df737df9496643ee21b5849dc0 PDF Text Text 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 . �3 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 �4 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. �5 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, �7 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, �8 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. 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Title A name given to the resource 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 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923449323505154">s0499b33</a> Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Highlands Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. 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 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. 8 pages 15 cm Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #40 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English 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 Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers 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 #86: Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknown), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene. Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Animals: dog(s) Architecture: door(s) Architecture: fence Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: unknown (adults) Nature: cloud(s) Nature: trees Object: basket(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/80a10ddbf853426e2ae7381af2e8e278.pdf 93f0ecfc4ee77bdca7f5f31002a300d5 PDF Text Text 4 Scots Songs. Hibernia's lovely Jane. Death of Sally Roy. The Soldier's dream. The birken tree. KILMARNOCK: P R I N T E D FOR T H E BOOKSELLERS. �SCOTS SONGS. H I B E R N U ' S LOVELY JANE. D E P A R T I N G from the Scottish shore, And the Highland mossy banks, T o Germany I first-sailed o'er, And joined the hostile flanks ; At length in Ireland we arrived, After a long campaign, W h e r e a bonny maid my heart betrayed, Hibernia's lovely Jane. H e r cheeks were of the rosy hue, T h e bright glance of her een* Sparkled like pure drops of dew, That bespangle the meadows gree<i4 Jane Cameron ne'er was half so lair, Nor Jessie of Dumblane, N o r prosper pine could not outshine Hibernia's lovely Jane. I oft have faced the daring foe, W h e n in the blood-stained field, I have escaped death's fatal blow, But now to love must yield. Cupid's dart has pierced my heart* W i t h love's tormenting pain, Since first I saw that lassie braw, Hibernia's lovely Jane. �3 My tartan plaid I will forsake, My commission I'll resign; The bonny nymph my bride I'll make, If the lassie will be mine. In Hibernians isle, where the graces smile, For life I would remain-, In hymen's band join heart and hand, With Hibernia's lovely Jane. But the bonny Irish lassie fair, She feeing of high degree, Her parents say their daughter ne'er A soldier's bride shall be. O'erwheimed with grief and despair, No hopes for me r e m a i n ; It grieves my heart for to part With Hibernia's lovely Jane, Should Mars the trumpet sound, And call his sons to arms ; And Neptune waft me o'er the main. Far, far frae Jeanie's charms. Should I be laid on honour's bed, Or by a shot e'er be slain, Death will cure what I endure For Hibernia's lovely Jane. Ye supreme Deities incline, To tranquilize my breast, I'll wander to some distant clime, T o obtain peace and rest. Through woods and groves, Where none shall hear my strain^ �Since that nymph will not be mine, Farewell Hibemia's lovely Jane. D E A T H OF SALLY ROY. F A I R Sally, once the village pride* Lies cold and wan in yonder valley: She lost her lover, and she died, Grief broke the heart of gentle Sally. Young Valiant was the hero's name, For early valour fir'd the boy. W h o barter'd all his love for fame, And kill'd the hopes of Sally R o y . Swift from the arms of weeping love, As rag'd the war in yonder valley, He rush'd, his martial power to prove, While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally, At noon she saw the youth depart, At eve she lost her darling j o y ; Ere night the last throb ©f her heart Declar'd the fate of Sally Roy. T h e virgin train in tears are seen, W h e n yellow midnight fills the valley, Slow stealing o'er the dewy green, Towards the grave of gentle Sally ! And while remembrance wakes the sigh, W h i c h weenfr each feeling heart from joy, T h e mourning dirge, ascending high, Bewails the fate of Sally Roy. �5 THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. O U R bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set the watch in the sky, And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, T h e weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot, and guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And twice ere the cock crew I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far far I had roam'd on a desolate track, Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way T o the house of my father, that welcorn'd me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, travelPd so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young, I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers sung, Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly we swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to p a r t ; �6 My little ones kiss'd me a hundred times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of heart. Stay* stay with u s ! rest! thou art weary and worn, And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay * But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn* And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. THE BIRKEN FREE. L A S S gin ye wad think it right, T o gang wi' me this very night, And cuddle till the morning light, By a* the lave unseen. And you shall be my dearie, My am dearest dearie, And you shall be my dearie, Gin you'll meet me at e'en. I darena for my mammy gae, She locks the door and keeps the key, And e'en and morn she charges me, And flytes ay about the men She says they're a' deceivers, Deceivers, deceivers, She says they're a' deceivers* I needna trust to ane. �7 But lassie what's to hinder thee, To steal an hour out owre the lea, And meet me at the Birken Tree, You'll no be mist at h a m e : And never mind your mammy, Yotfr auld canker'd mammy, And never mind your mammy, Or else you'll He your lane. She simply said I dinna ken, M y mother trots baith butt and benn, And if she hears I'm wi' the men, She'll ask me where I've been : Then what can I say laddie, Laddie, laddie, Then what can I say laddie, For being out at e'en. O , never mind your mammy's yell, I'se warrant she's met your dad hersel, And should she fiyte ye may her tell She's often done the same: So lassie gi'es your hand on't, Your bonny milk white hand on So lassie gi'es your hand on't* And scorn to lie your lane. O, lad, my hand I canna gi'e, But ablins I may steal the key, And meet you at the Birken Tree, T h a t stands ayont the g k n : �8 But dinna lippen, laddie, I canna promise, laddie, So dinna lippen, laddie, For fear I dinna win. N o w he's gane to the Birken Tree, In hopes his lover there to see, And soon came tripping owre the lea, His sweet endearing Jean; And she clinket down beside him, Beside him, beside him, She clinket down beside him, Upon the grass so green. I'm overjoy'd with raptures now, Cried he, and preed her cherry m o u ' ; And Jean's ne'er haen cause to rue, T h a t night upon the green For she has got her Jemmy, Her sweet dear loving Jemmy, For she has got her Jemmy, And Jemmy's got his Jean. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/28a274296cfcc66f739e80c1a4710eb5.jpg 1be5f348e7c8aa8903d0941bd37bbf94 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 3108 Width 1768 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 Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknown), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene. 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 086: Title-page illustration in a double ruled border of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknown), carrying a basket. 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 4 Scots Songs. Hibernia's lovely Jane. Death of Sally Roy. The Soldier's dream. The birken tree. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Hibernia's lovely Jane. Death of Sally Roy. The Soldier's dream. 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Chapbook #4 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock 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 Description An account of the resource <span>Woodcut # 86: Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknow), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene.</span> Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs 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 Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Animals: dog(s) Architecture: door(s) Architecture: fence Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: unknown (adult(s)) Nature: cloud(s) Nature: tree(s) Object: basket(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/09d6b6b11fb5f6c5e8dfd6b5d07f32b7.pdf d60abea1bbb16c80e76d13af8c29fa0f PDF Text Text A COLLECTION OF No. CONTAINING TULLOCHGORUM. BEN BOWLING'S D E P A R T U R E . WIDOW WF A TOCHER. M I N T E D FOR THE XV» �jjdlcchgorum. ( orr.p. ; *.'s a parr- the ' dy, < 5 h d, And lay yoSroisputes. all' a s i o e ; • • W h a t nonsense is't for folks to chide For what's beeh dorrebefore them. L e t W i n g and T o r y all agree/ ' W h i g and T o r y . WhiV'fcnH T o r y , ; L e t Wrig.atftf'Torjr. afbdgfcee, ' T o d r o p t h e \r w h.i g m fgfp or u m. L e t W i n g a n d ' T o r y a'\ agree ' T o spendThe-night w ? mirth and glee A n d cheer fu' s i n , g a l a n g . ^ i ' me The Heel of Tullochgorum. Tullochgorum^ my de'i^ht, . , It gars us a' in ane unite, ; A n d onie gumpjv that keeps up spite, ji I n con science I abh o r him : R'ithe. and. merry wcfs he ; 1311 (he and merry, blithe and m e n y , ; ••'Mitire and merry we^ b^ a', , T o 'mafe a cheerfif qluaruta ; BI jfche an darner ry»w^s; he, a' • • 'As'dang as we Irae breach to draw, And dance'till we be like to fa', T h e Reel .of Tirlicchgorum. T h e r e needs rVi be sae great a" phrase Wi* dringing dull Italian lays ; I wadna gie our afoiSti-athspeys Lor hauf* a bunder score o'em. �3 T h e y ' r e dowfF and dpwje «at the best, I)o.vvff and :dovvLe* dqvvff and .dories ,,, T h e y7 re <do w ii' ..afid do w ie;,. fit'. the, be-st, W i ' a' Ui^ir f y^rjarum : T h e y ' r e dowff'and'dowie at the best, Th& i r a i l e g f & & ' d a the refet, • T h e y eanna pfeis'e a'Highland t a s t e / C o m p a F d v i' Tidlochgor Itin. v L'et'warjdly minds themselves oppress YVT'fear o' want, and double ee*s, And' siiiy*sauls the^nsqlves distress^ W i ' keeping up decorum. Shall" we sac sour and sulky sit. Sour" and sulky, spur a».d sulky, Shall we>ae sour,and sulky sit',- \ L i k e au 1 d r!vriosopl'ioruai ; S h a l l we aae sour L and -sulky "ait,, W i ' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit* And canna rise to shake a fft T o the1 Heel of Ailloch^crum ? M a y choicest blessings still attend," .. lurch honest-hear,ted open friend, And cairn and. quiet bp his end, , Be a' that's good- before him I ; M a y peace.and. plenty,, be his., lot,,. .., .f Peace aud p|ent v;, p e a e e - a n d p i m ty f . Mxy peace and ..plenty he his. lot, . ». ' And dainties a gr;e.at ,siqr,e..o'ein'.;. ,. �4 M a y peace and plenty be his lot, Unstain'd by any vicious blot ! A n d may he never want a groat That's fond of Tullochgorum. But for the discontented fool, W h a want's to be oppression's tool, M a y envy gnaw his rotten soul, And blackest fiends devour him ! M a y dool and sorrow be his chance, Dool and sorrow, dool and sorrow, M a y dool and sorrow be his chance, And honest souls abhor him ; M a y dool and sorrow be his chance, And a' the ills that come frae France, W h a e ' e r he be that winna dance T h e Reel of Tuliochgorurn. Ben Bowling's Departure. Ben Bowling* a true hearted tar, A right gallant son of old Ocean, E l a t e with the rumours of war, $oon felt all his courage in motion ; T h e king, he said, must be obeyed, So Molly a truce to thy wailing ; T o r see, every anchor is weighed, And all the fleet ready for sailing. T h e n , kissing his charmer, withdrew, But often turned kindly to hail h e r ; W h i l e Molly sighed faintly adieu ! Jin yoking success to h t r sailor. �5 Behold the fleet now under-weigh, T h e i r topsails are swelled by the breezes; W h a t beauty their streamers display, W h a t grandeur the prospect increases ! See, see, down the Channel they stretchy T o glory and victory steering; W h i l e proudly the crowd on the beach Salute the bold heroes with cheering ;i And still, while his charmer's in view, Ben often turns kindly to hail her ; "While Molly sighs faintly adieu ! Invoking success to her sailor. Should France, amid thunder and smoke. Her navy build hopes of success on, Depend ©n't, our true hearts of oak W i l l teach her an old English lesson : May Ben, for his dear M o l l i s sake, Return again laden with treasure, And, taking her under his< wake, Moor sale ki the harbour of pleasure ; That Ben, when again he shall view, I I h charmer, with rapture may hail h e r ; And Molly, who late sighed adieu! Gladly greet the return of her sailor. The Wanton Widow. A wanton widow, old and sour, W r ouid fain be a S i g n o r a ; She practised all was in her pow'r T o wear her weeds no more a : — �% But all she did, and all' Coutcf hot e'p.tlce her charmer ; So eo-k! her hearts ihe : flams of love • C o u l d n e v e t r i ^ h i f f warm' h e r ! Oh"! Mistress tilggws, ' • 1)espairing }.Iistre& ; W\ggiris : She took U ilri'fi Y peppbniiiMf/ A n ti m o u r n'd h er f a ill) k sslov She 8ioh'd,i6lie patiled, frqllecihereyes, . And used these;efforts often ;; T h e youth but view'd hierwith surprise, His \ \ e art could n e v er sp ft en — At leifgtn,* a brisk'yoiitig mifid'he Ilandshme, tall, and clever ; She lik'd him,, though, he came'so rude, 5 And' vowed s h e ' d love for ever. ' Oil l" Mistress Wiggins. T i n s damsel's name was S a l l y P f l n i , H e r 'daddy '.Was' a brazier ;' T h y youth vv'as ftiek-narn'd B f l l j SHm? And was by trade a g l a i i e r ; T h e i r hands they'jo'iifd in'Vedloc'k's tie. And told their j o y in kisses —• Let this a warning word imply, T o widoW's'a'nd old' missy's O h ! Misl ress W i n s y Distracted Mistress W i g g i n s I 'She kilPd herself w i t h pq>pemtfinty 'AndHeft her feilhlebs lover.- �Hey for: a a JJtch&n u ; A vva wi; joii^witeifcr^ft Volarttfs;-' j T h e slender iiH hciixiiyjWgHrgp in your aftrtS ; 0 , gie me the fas's lliat hsii S i T e ' s ^ dhamJ?, 0 , gie me the lass Wi the weel-stockit farms. Th^U hoy for a lass xvV a tocher, Then \\e:y for a.'I&ss.wi\a t o c h e r ; T h e n bey for a lass wi' a tocher ; T h e nice yellow guineas for me., u Your beauty's a,.flovVT in the morning, thaVhlayrs, And withers .the faster, the f a i l e r it grows ; lk.it the rapturous charm" 6 ' " t h e ' boniiie green knowes ; f • » . •, • > , Ilk spring they're new deck it wV bqnn^e \wfioe yowes; .vC'r^r i * -V Then, hey, kc. / , 4 i Yr\- * i % r\ And e'en when- -this 'beauty : yonr 'bosom -'lias blest, The brightest-"cP- beauty may cloy ^o^st; But the sweet da flings 'Geordie aawji as nut b ifA The ianger y e hae them—the mair they're caresl. Then h&yy k t . * Tm Glen. M y heart is a-breaking, dear T i t t l e , Some counsel unto me.conie l e n ' ; T o anger them a ' i s a pity, Hut what wiil.X do w i ' T a r n Glen ? �8 I'm thinking, wi* sic a braw fallow, In poortith I might make a fen' ; W h a t care I in riches to wallow, If I maunua m a r r y Tarn Glen. T h e r e ' s L o w r i e , the laird e' Drummeller, " Gude-day to y o u , " brute, he comes bi H e brags, and he blaws o" his siller, But whan will he dance like Tarn Glen M y minnic does constantly deave me. And bids me beware o" young men ; T h e y flatter, she says, to deceive m e ; But wha can think sae o' T a m Glen ? M y daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, IIe n ll gie me gude hunder marks ten ; But if it's ordain'd I maun tak him, O wha will I get but Tarn Glen ? Yestreen at the valentines dealing, M y heart to my mou' gied a sten, F o r thrice 1 drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, T a m Glen. T h e last Hallowe'en I was waukin\ M y droukit sark sleeve, as y e ken, His likeness cam up the house staukin, A n d the very grey breeks o* T a m Glen. Come counsel, dear T i t t i e , don't tarry ; I'll gie you my bonnie black hen, Gif y e will advise me to m a r r y T h e lad I lo'e dearly, T a m Glen. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5da8f7e0c5a86bcd83c72a4dd56fb1ec.jpg 843557f0936de58eca9056b74a78fb4d 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 2995 Width 1884 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Collection of Songs, &amp;c. No. XV Containing Tullochgorum. Ben Bowling's Departure. The Wanton Widow. Hey for a Lass Wt a Tocher. Tam Glen Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Tullochgorum. Ben Bowling's Departure. The Wanton Widow. Hey for a Lass Wt a Tocher. Tam Glen Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #29 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a man and women with a fiddler and dancers in the background on the title-page. 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&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 Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller # of Woodcuts: 1 Activity: dancing Architecture: door(s) Architecture: window(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Musical Instrument: fiddle(s) Nature: hill(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/42a24ff345aab1f2839465e3fcfed0c7.pdf 592707239c9ccc1e488c5f6f5f5262f5 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6a6bcbe402340cfa076b8751adfa00e2.jpg 5d07ef34137babe9bd50f8bb8cd54222 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/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 037: Title-page illustration of a young woman with a basket on her lap sitting in front of a door. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Berkshire Lady's garland. In four parts. I. Cupid's conquest over a coy lady of five thousand a-year, &amp;c. II. The lady's letter of a challenge to fight him upon refusing to wed her in a mask without knowing who she was. III. How they met by appointment in a grove, where she obliged him to fight or wed her. IV. How they rode together in her gilded coach to her noble seat or castle, &amp;c. Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow Description An account of the resource '26' is printed at the bottom of the title page Woodcut # Illustration of a young woman with a basket on her lap, sitting in front of a door. 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 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923269863505154">s0030Fb24</a> <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9943830613505154">s0615b50</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Reading, Berkshire, England Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Abstract A summary of the resource. A ballad in four parts that tells the tale of an heiress who is beautiful and rich and pursued by many, but is pleased by none of them. She eventually falls in love, in spite of herself, with a young lawyer, and she resolves to marry him, but also decides to first punish him a little for making her languish in love with him. She sends him an anonymous challenge to duel in a grove. When he arrives, she is masked and tells him he must fight her or marry her, without knowing who she is (she even has her rapier ready). On the advice of a friend, he decides to marry her and she takes him to the church, still masked, where they are married. Then she brings him home to her castle and leaves him to sit in the parlor for hours before she finally comes down, unmasked and beautifully attired, and demands to know who he is and why he is sitting in her parlor. He admits he was brought here by a young lady, and she in turn admits that it was herself. They spend the rest of their life blessed by love and wealth. 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="http://www.lib.uoguelph.ca/find/find-type-resource/archival-special-collections/scottish-studies">http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/</a> Accrual Method The method by which items are added to a collection. Purchased through the Jane Grier Family Trust. 2012 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available 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 # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: door(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1841-1850 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: woman/women Object: basket(s) Occupation: farmer Outdoor Scene