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Tom Thumb's Play-Book
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1813
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Edinburgh : G. Ross
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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fairytale/folk lore
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Architecture: house
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Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Genre: alphabet book
Chapbook Genre: children's instruction book
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ca.1830
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
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Edinburgh: Oliver and Boyd
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children's instruction book
Architecture: fence
Architecture: house
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: children's instruction book
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Oliver & Boyd
Fashion (Clothing): bonnet
Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (women)
Fashion (Clothing): breeches
Fashion (Clothing): cape
Fashion (Clothing): coat
Fashion (Clothing): dress
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Fashion (Clothing): top hat
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JOCK 0 ' HAZELDEAN.
THIS IS NO MY AIN LASSIE.
LOGAN WATER.
BANKS OF ALLAN WATER.
SOMEBODY.
T H E Y ' R E A' TEASING ME.
TO ALL YOU LADIES.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
�SONG'S
JOCK 0 \ H A Z E u m m .
4iWfiy
weep ye by the1 title, lady?
Why w.epp ye by .the tide ?
M -ared'ye-to my youngest Sony
And rye (shall be his bride,.
And ye shall be his bride, lady,
Sa© comely to be seen :"
But aye she loot the tears clown fa*
¥w Jock o? Hazeldean.
" Mow let this wilful grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale ;
Young Frank.is chief of Errington,
And Lord of Langley dale.
His,.step-is-first in peaceful ha5, .
His sword in ; battle keen
But sjjr ihe loot the tears down fa?
Wm lock o' Hazeldean.
A ciiaxn 4f gold ye shall not lack,
JSfor braid to bind .your hair,
Nor mettl'd hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfrey fresh an d fair.
si
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And you the foremost o' them a*
Shall ride, our foremost queen :>r
But aye she loot the:tears down fa*
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
The kirk w&s cleck'd at morning tide,,
The tapers glimmer'd fair,
The priest and bridegroom, wait the Bride*
And dame and knight are there.
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They sought her baith by bower and
The lady was not seen ;
She's o'er the border and awa,
"Wi' Jock o' Ilazeldean.
THIS IS NO MY AI1SF LASSIE.
This is ho my ain lassie,
Fair though the lassie be ;
0 well ken I mine ain lassie,
Kind lore is in her. ee.
I see a form, I see a face,
Ye weel may wi' the fairest place;
It wants to me the witching grace,
The kind love that's in her ee.
0 this is no, &c.
She's bonny, blooming, fresh and tall,
And lang has had my heart: in thrall,
And aye it charms my very sauI;
The kind love that's in her ee.
0 this is no, &c.
�4
A tliief sae pawkie is my Jean,
To steal a blink by a' unseen ;
But gleg as light are lovers' een,
When kind love is in the ee.
0 this is no, &c.
It may escape the courtly sparks.
It may escape the learned clerks ;
But weel the watching lover marks
The kind love that's in her ee
0 this is no, &e.
SOMEBODY.
My heart is lair, I darena tell,
My heart is sair for somebody,
I could wake a winter night,
For the sake o' somebody.
Och hon, for somebody !
Och hey, for somebody
I could range the world around,
For the sake o' somebody.
Ye pow'rs that smile on virtuous lov
0, sweetly smile on somebody :
Frae ilka clanger keep him free,
And send me safe my somebody
Och hon, for somebodj 1
Och hey, for somebody I
1 wad do, what wad I not,
For the sake o' somebody
�LOGAN W A T E R .
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willie's bride:
And years sinsyne hae o'er us run,
Like Logan to the summer sun. |
But now thy flow'ry banks appear
Like drumlie winter, dark and drear,
While my dear lad maun face his &tes,
Far far frae me and Logan braes.
Again the merry month of May,
Has made our hills and valleys gay,
The birds rejoice in leafy bowers,
The bees hum round the breathing flowers
Blythe morning lifts his rosy eye,
And evening tears are tears of joy ;
My soul, delightless, a' surveys,
While Willie's far frae Logan braes.
Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,
Amang her nestlings sits the thrush,
Her faithfu' mate will share her toil,
Or wi' his song her cares beguile ; J j
But I wi' my sweet nurslings here,
Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer,
Pass widow'd nights and joyless days,
While Willie's far frae Logan braes.
O, wae upon you men o' state,
That brethren rouse to deadly hate!
As ye make mony a fond heart mourn,
Sae may it on your heads return.
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How can your flinty hearts enjoy,
The widow's tear, the orphan's cry?
But soon may peace bring happy^ days,
And Willie frame to Logan braes !
BANKS OF A L L A N WATER.
On the banks of Allan water,
When the sweet spring time did fall,
Was the miller's lovely daughter,
Fairest of-, them, all.
For h;s bride a soldier sought Iier,
And a winning tongue had Be ;
On the banks of Allan water,
None so gay as she.
Oil the banks of Allan water,
When brown autumn spreads his store,
There I saw the miller's daughter;
But she smiled no more.
For the summer grief had; brought her,
And her soldier false was he :
On the banks of Allkn water,
None so sad as she<
On the banks of Allan water,
When the winter snow fell fast.
Still was seen the miller's daughter,
Chilling blew the blast.
But the miller's lovely daughter,
Both from cold and care was free—
Qm the banks of Allan water,
.There a corse lay she.
�7
THEY'RE A' TEASING ME.
0 wha-islie I loe sae weel?
Wha was my heart an'a;*,
(3 wha as 'he ? 'tis mir to 'tell
He's o'er'the seasawa',
There's Charlie he'sa sodger lad,
And. Davie'Myfhe is he,
And Willie in his tartan plaid,
They're a'teasing me.
0 they're a' tease teasing,
They're a' teasing me.
They're a' tease teasing,
0 they're a teasing me.
There VGarl fe chief o' Daftue glen,
< And he has land and store,
With flowfrymead, and shady fen,
And siller o'er and o'er.
irry thee
And thou my ain true bride shall be,
AncI Queen o' Daftne ha !!?
0 they 're .a' tease, &c.
But irhen my Jamie comes again,
Young1 Carl will then descry,
That siller is but Jempty gain,
To hearts nae gowcl can buy,
My Jamie's brave,, my Jamie's braw,
My Jamie's a' to nie,
And tho' his siller store be sma'
1 1
Yet his I ' "
�TO ALL YOU LADIES,
To all you laclies now at land,
We men at sea indite,
But first would have you understand
TIow hard it is to write.
The Muses now, and Neptune too,
We must implore to write to you,
1T0 write to you,
With a fal, lal, lal, la, la, la, la,
With a fa
With a fa, &c.
Injustice you cannot refuse
To think of our distress,
When we, for hopes of honour, lose
Our certain happiness ;
All these designs are but to prove
Ourselves more worthy of your love,
More worthy of your love.
With a fal, &c.
Arid now we've told you all our loves,
And likewise all our fears ;
In hopes this declaration moves
Some pity for our tears ;
Let's hear of no inconstancy,
We have enough of that at sea,
Of that at sea.
With a fal, &c,
�
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Woodcut 082: Title-page illustration of a young woman carrying a basket and balancing a bird cage on her head. Outdoor scene.
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Seven Sentimental Songs. Jock O' Hazeldean. This is no my ain Lassie. Logan Water. Banks of Allan Water. Somebody. They're a ' Teasing Me. To all you ladies.
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Date
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[1840-1850?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks
Description
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69 at bottom of title-page
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8 pages
14 cm
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<p dir="ltr"><span><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><br /></span></p>
<a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland </a>
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Jock O' Hazeldean.
This is no my ain Lassie.
Logan Water.
Banks of Allan Water.
Somebody.
They're a ' Teasing Me.
To all you ladies.
Subject
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Courtship and Marriage
Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Activity: walking
Animal: bird(s)
Architecture: fence
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
Nature: tree(s)
Object: basket(s)
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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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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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ballads & songs
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Chapbook Genre: ballads
Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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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.
�5
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,
�7
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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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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Chapbook #38 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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Courtship and Marriage
Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
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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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Dundee, Scotland
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English
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Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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Woodcut#88: Illustration of a man and a woman in an outside scene; the man is facing the woman and the woman is facing the viewer.
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N E W AND IMPKOYED SEBXES.
I IRISH STORIES
A COLLECTION OP
THE MOST INTERESTING TALES AND
LEGENDS OF IRELAND
COMPILED FROM THE BEST AUTHORS.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1850.
�CONTENTS.
PASS
The Hermit turned Pilgrim,
3
The Farmer and his Servant,
5
The Three Advices,
7
The Spaeman,
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The Priest and the Robber,
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Mac Turkhill,
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Anne Boney, the Pemale Pirate,..
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James Butler...........
Jack Withers,
16
...
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The Generous Irishman,
20
Paddy and the Priest,
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Ready Wit,..,.
24
�POPULAR IRISH STORIES,
THE HERMIT TURNED PILGRIM.
In a solitary cave near the banks of Killarney, there lived
an ancient hermit; far retired from the bustle and pleasures
of the city, he spent his days in the praise of his divine Creator. But here we may observe the power of sin in man. A
suggestion arose in his heart, that vice should triumph over
virtue. Pondering on the various accounts he received, he
began to doubt the power of Divine Providence; he therefore
resolved to travel as a pilgrim, and setting out one morning,
travelled the pathless grass until mid-day alone; he at length
fell in with a young man who saluted him, and though far
different in years, they were delighted with each other's company. The sun had sunk below the horizon when our travellers began to think of resting their weary limbs. They stopped at a large house, and were welcomed by the generous
owner, who was ever happy in making his house the traveller's
home, not from charity or any good, but from the love of
praise. After partaking of an elegant repast, they were conducted to beds of down.
In the morning, before they recommenced their journey,
each drank a golden goblet full of wine. When a good distance from the house, the youth produced the golden cup
which he had taken from the kind nobleman, and showed it
to the hermit, which greatly surprised him, and he could not
help thinking it hard that such generous actions should be so
basely rewarded. While thus they journeyed, on a sudden
the skies were covered with heavy black clouds, which presaged an approaching storm. Our travellers sought repose in
a large well-built house. The owner was a great miser,
whose door was ever shut against those in distress:—Long
did they knock in a piteous condition, battered with the wind
and rain: at length the old miser opens the door, and by a half
welcome, admits the shivering pair; he brought them a morsel
of bread of the coarsest sort, with a glass of wine, which he
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had ill will to grant, and as soon as he saw the tempest cease,
lie warned them to depart.
The hermit wondered greatly that one so rich should live
so miserably, denying himself even the necessaries of life.
But his surprise was greater when his young companion took
the cup he stole from his generous landlord, and gave it to
this miserable wretch. The sun's bright rays once more invite the pair to their journey. He could not understand his
companion's conduct, a vice in the one place, and madness in
the other. Night coming on, they were again in want of lodging. They again applied at a house convenient, which the kind
master readily granted, saying, to him that gives us all, we
should yield a part. In the morning the pilgrims arose; but
as they were ready to depart, the youth stole up to a cradle
wherein slept a child, the landlord's only pride, and taking
hold of it by the neck, choked it dead. But Oh! horror of
horrors! how looked our pilgrim when he saw what was done.
On leaving the house, a servant followed to show the way,
and as they reached the river, the youth, as if watching a time
to sin, approached him, and threw him in, where he was instantly drowned. Wild rage inflamed the old hermit's eyes.
At last he burst the bands of fear, and was beginning to thunder
out invective speech and imprecations on the detested wretch,
when lo! this strange partner appeared no longer man, but was
changed into all the grandeur and majesty of an angel, and
addressing himself to the hermit, told him that his praise and
prayer was heard at the throne of justice; and being so acceptable, said he, I, an angel, was sent down to calm thy
mind, and let you know the truth of divine government, that
you might have no scruples in your mind for the future,
Those events which appeared so surprising to you on your
journey, I will unriddle to you, that you may confess the Almighty just in all his ways. The great vain man who, for the
love of praise, forced his guests to morning draughts of wine,
has, by losing the cup, lost a great part of his vanity, and will
for the future give nothing away but where he sees there is
need. The miser who never gave any thing to the poor, with
him I left the cup ; he will for the future become a new man,
and never refuse relieving those whom he sees in distress.
The pious man who ended the day in prayer, was beginning
to lose his piety and virtue; that child whom ye saw me kill
was weaning his heart from God; to save him God took the
child; and already the aged parent owns his blind fondness
deserved no less punishment. The servant whom I threw
into the river was this night to kill and rob that good and
charitable man. Now I have shown you the nature and cause
�of the wonderful rule of Providence: depart in peace, resign
yourself to the will of your Creator, and sin no more. With
that the angel disappeared, and the hermit sought his ancient
place, where he spent the remainder of his life in piety and
contentment.
THE F A R M E R A N D HIS SERVANT.
A POOR man had three sons who was under the necessity of
sending the eldest from home, to provide for himself in the best
manner he could. He left his father's house early one morning, and after travelling all day, he came to a rich farmer's
house, where he inquired if he could employ him. What can
you do, said he ? Sir, said the boy, I can do any thing I am
put to, but I will not engage myself longer than to the cuckoo
sings. I will, said the farmer, give you ten guineas a year,
if you do every thing faithfully, and refuse nothing you are
commanded to do, but remember, the first that is angry, either
you or me, is to be flogged on the bare back as long as the
other pleases, and then the bargain is at an end; so if you
think proper, you are welcome to stay. I hope, Sir, said the
boy, there will be no occasion for either of us to be angry
during my time here, so I believe on these terms I will stay.
In the morning the boy was sent out to the field, and his
master told him he must plough all the land his dog would
run over before eating or drinking. The dog being taught
for the purpose, ran over the whole field before he stopped,
which would be a good day's work.
Before he had finished his task, it was near sunset, and the
poor fellow had not tasted any thing the whole day, but instead of getting his dinner as he expected, he was compelled
by his master to begin work again in the barn. He complained of this treatment, and said no one would submit to
such usage. Are you angry, said the farmer: I cannot help
being angry, said the boy. Well, your time is expired, said
he, and getting two or three persons to hold him, he most unmercifully flogged him. The next morning he got up and
went home, and sorely grieved that he had had the bad luck
to fall in with such a rogue: he told his brother all that happened him, and showing him his wounds, said, all he wanted
was revenge. Well, said his brother, I will go in the morning and see what I can make of him. Accordingly he set off
pretty early, came to the same farmer's house before sunset,
and inquired if he knew any one wanting a boy in the neighbourhood. What is your name, said he? John, Sir ; I would
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serve any person faithfully that will hire me till the cuckoo
sings, for I intend after that to go to England. The farmer
said he would engage him, at the same time telling him his
terms, adding, I will give you a couple of shirts and a pair of
shoes, because you are a good looking fellow, and I have a
liking for you. John having agreed to the bargain, was desired to rise early. Accordingly in the morning he was first
up, and got a stout stick for a paddle to the plough -. having
proceeded to the field, his master told him he must plough
whatever his dog would go over. The dog was at this time
two or three rigs beyond him, and taking the paddle in his
hand, he struck him on the head and killed him. What made
you kill my dog ? I am only to plough what he has gone
over, and that is not much. I hope you are not angry with
me. O no, said he, I am not ; so John began to his work,
and in a short time he had ploughed all the dog ran over, and
then came home. Well John, said the farmer, you haye soon
done your work this day, go and take your dinner, I have
nothing more for you to do, you may play yourself to bedtime.
All that night the farmer and his wife were plotting how to
be revenged of John, for they saw it would not be easy to
make him say he was angry, and they would willingly part
with him if the bargain could be broke. The next morning
when the farmer called John to him, and told him he had six
cows beyond the river; there is a good ford, said he, but you
must bring them over without wetting their feet. That is a
hard task, master, but I will do what I can: so he went to
the next house, and borrowing a hatchet, crossed the river
and cut the feet off the cows, putting them into a sack which
he carried home to his master. What is this you have got
in the sack, said he ? Faith, said John, I was plotting all
morning how to get the cows over the river dry shod, and I
could not think of a better way than cutting the feet off them.
You scoundrel, said the farmer, is that the way you have used
my cattle? Indeed, said John, you may blame yourself, for
how was it possible I could get them over a large river without wetting their feet, but by the method I have taken, and I
hope you are not angry. No, I am not, said he, but you must
look to yourself better than you are doing, or you will ruin
me. The farmer and his wife were more spited than ever. I
do not know what will be done with this fellow, if we do not
find some way to break the bargain, he will ruin us. I will
tell you what we will do, said she,—I see we must try some
plan to get him away. You must put him on the house to-morrow to fasten the slates, and I will go up into the ivy bush and
cry cuckoo three times, and then his time will be expired. I
�believe, said he, it will be the best way, and accordingly he
put him on the house the next morning, and his wife went
into the bush. As John was busy working, his mistress called cuckoo three times; and he, having a good guess what it
was, ran down with his arms full of slates, and throwing them
into the bush almost killed her before the farmer knew any
thing about it. At length hearing what was going on, he ran
to the bush, where he found his wife much hurt. After administering some wine and other cordials to her, she recovered,
and John coming in his master flew at him in a great rage:
you rogue, said he, what is this you have done ? Why, are
you angry, master, said John ? To be sure I am angry, I will
not suffer you about my house any longer. Well, said John
to some of the neighbours, you must hold my master until I
flog him, for that is our bargain. Do not, said the mistress,
and I will fill your hat with crown pieces. Well, says John,
on that condition I will spare him. John then bade farwell,
and went home with his hat full of crown pieces, and told his
brother all that had happened, at the same time showing him
what money he took off them.
T H E THREE ADVICES.
THERE, was a time when a great many people had to leave
Ireland for want of employment, and the high price of provisions. John Carson, the subject of the following story, was
under the necessity of going to England, and leaving his family
behind him; he was engaged by a gentleman at twelve guineas
a year, and was greatly esteemed by his master. The term
of his engagement being expired, he determined to return
home. The gentleman pressed him to remain, but John
was eager to visit his wife and children. In place of giving
him his wages, the gentleman insisted on him taking the following advice:—Never take a bye-road, when you have a high
way;—never lodge in the house where an old man is married
to a young woman;—never take what belongs to another. It
was with reluctance that John was persuaded to accept of the
advices instead of his wages, but the gentleman told him they
might be the means of saving his life. Before setting out on
his journey, his master presented him with three loaves of
bread, one for his wife, and one for each of his children, enjoined him not to break them until he got home, at the same
time giving him a guinea to defray his expenses. He had not
proceeded far, until he met with two pedlars who were travelling the same way. He kept company with them until they
�came to a wood, through which there was a road two miles
nearer the town they were going to. The pedlars advised
John to accompany them that way, but he refused to go off
the high way, telling them, however, he would meet them at
a certain house in town. John arrived in safety, and took up
his lodging at the appointed place.
While he was taking his supper, an old man came hobbling
into the kitchen; and on asking the servant who it was, she
told him it was the landlord. John thought on his master's
advice, and was coming out, when he met the pedlars, all cut
and bleeding, having been robbed and almost murdered in the
wood; he advised them not to lodge in that house, for that
all was not well, but they disregarded his advice.
John, rather than remain in the house, retired to the stable
and laid himself down upon some straw, where he slept soundly
for some time. About the middle of the night, he heard two
persons coming into the stable, and on listening to their conversation, he discovered that it was the landlady and a man
laying a plan to murder the husband. In the morning, John
renewed his journey, but he had not proceeded far when he
was informed that his former landlord had been murdered,
and the two pedlars had been taken up for the crime. John
did not mention what -he heard to any person, but determined
to save the poor men if it was in his°power.
On arriving at home he found his wife and family in good
health, and anxiously expecting his arrival. Having related
all his adventures from the time of his departure, together
with his master's advices, he produced the loaves of bread;
but what was their astonishment when they found the whole
wages enclosed in one of the loaves, which his generous master had put there unknown to him. After remaining at home
some time, he determined to return to England, in order to
attend the trial of the pedlars.
On going into the court, he saw the two men at the bar, and
the woman, and the man he had heard in the stable, as prosecutors. Having been permitted to give his evidence, he told
the affair so correctly that the man and the woman confessed
their guilt, and the poor pedlars were instantly acquitted;
they offered to give him any thing he pleased, but John kindly
refused accepting any recompense but a few shillings to defray
his expenses, alleging at the same time, that he considered it
nothing more than his duty. John, before leaving England,
resolved to visit his kind old master, and return him thanks
for his generosity. As soon as the gentleman heard the object of his journey, he was so highly pleased at so praiseworthy
an action, that he offered him a small farm of land, and promised
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him every encouragement if he would remain; John gladly
embraced the offer, and having sent for his family, took possession of his new property, and lived respectably all his days.
THE SPAEMAN.
A POOR man in the north of Ireland was under the necessity of selling his cow, to help to support his family. Having
sold the cow, he went into an inn, and called for some liquor.
Having drank pretty heartily, lie fell asleep, and when he
awoke, he found he had been robbed of his money. Poor
Roger was at a loss to know how to act; and, as is often the
case, when the landlord found that his money was gone, he
turned him out of doors. The night was extremely dark, and
the poor man was compelled to take up his lodgings in an old
uninhabited house at the end of the town.
Roger had not remained long here until he was surprised
by the noise of three men, whom he observed making a hole,
and depositing something therein, closed it carefully up again
and then went away. The next morning, as Roger was walking towards the town, he heard that a cloth shop had been
robbed to a great amount, and that a reward of thirty pounds
was offered to any person who could discover the thieves.
This was joyful news to Roger, who recollected what he had
been witness to the night before; he accordingly went to the
shop, and told the gentleman that for the reward, he would
recover the goods, and secure the robbers, provided he got six
stout men to attend him, all which was thankfully granted
him.
At night Roger and his men concealed themselves in the
old house, and in a short time after the robbers came to the
spot, for the purpose of removing their booty, but they were
instantly seized and carried into the town, prisoners, with the
goods. Roger received the reward and returned home, well
satisfied with his good luck. Not many days after, it was
noised over the country that this robbery was discovered by
the help of one of the best spaemen to be found, insomuch
that it reached the ears of a worthy gentleman of the county
of Derry, who made strict inquiry to find him out. Having
at length discovered his abode, he sent for Roger, and told
him he was every day losing some valuable article, and as he
was famed for discovering lost things, if he could find out the
same, he should be handsomely rewarded. Poor Roger was
put to a stand, not knowing what answer to make, as he had
not the smallest knowledge of the like. But recovering him-
�self a little, he resolved to humour the joke, and thinking he
would make a good dinner and some drink of it, told the
gentleman he would try what he could do, but that he must
have the room to himself for three hours, during which time
he must have three bottles of strong ale and his dinner, all
which the gentleman told him he should have. No sooner
was it made known that the Spseman was in the house, than
the servants were all in confusion, wishing to know what
would be said.
As soon as Roger had taken his dinner, he was shown into
an elegant room, where the gentleman sent him a quart of
ale by the butler. No sooner had he set down the ale, than
Roger said, there comes one of them, intimating thQ bargain
he had made with the gentleman for the three quarts, which
the butler took in a wrong light, and imagined it was himself. He went away in great confusion, and told his wife.
u Poor fool," said she, " the fear makes you think it is you he
means, but I will attend in your place, and hear what he will
say to me." Accordingly, she carried the second quart, but
no sooner had she opened the door than Roger cried, there
comes two of them. The woman, no less surprised than her
husband, told him the Spasman knew her too. " A n d what
will we do,'' said she, " we will be hanged.' * " I will tell
you what we must do," said she, " we must send the groom
the next time, and if he is known, we must offer him a good
sum not to discover on us." The butler went to William,
and told him the whole story, and that he must go next to
see what he would say to him, telling him, at the same time,
what to do, in case he was known also. When the hour was
expired, William was sent with the third quart of ale, which,
when Roger observed, he cried out, there is the third and
last of them, at which William changed colour, and told him
if he would not discover on them, they would show him where
they were all concealed, and give him five pounds besides,
Roger, not a little surprised at the discovery he had made,
told him if he recovered the goods, he would follow them no
further.
By this time the gentleman called Roger to know how he
had succeeded. He told him he could find the goods* but
that the thief was gone. " I will be well satisfied," said he,
"with the goods, for some of them are very valuable." Let
the butler come along with me, and the whole shall be recovered. He accordingly conducted Roger to the back of the
stable where the articles were concealed, such as silver cups,
spoons, bowls, knives, forks, and a variety of other articles of
great value.
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When the supposed Spasman brought back the stolen goods,
the gentleman was so highly pleased with Roger, that he insisted on his remaining with him always, as he supposed he
would be perfectly safe as long as he was about his house.
Roger gladly embraced the offer, and in a few days took possession of a piece of land, which the gentleman had given to
him in consideration of his great abilities.
Some time after this, the gentleman was relating to a large
company the discovery Roger had made, and that he could
tell any thing; one of the gentlemen said he would dress a
dish of meat, and bet for fifty pounds, that he could not tell
what was in it, and he would allow him to taste it. The bet
being taken, and the dish dressed, the gentleman sent for
Roger, and told the bet was depending on him. Poor Roger
did not know What to do; at last he consented to the trial.
The dish being produced, he tasted it, but could not tell what
it was; at last, seeing lie was fairly beat, he said, gentlemen,
it is a folly to talk, the fox may run a while, but he is caught
at last, allowing within himself that he was found out. The
gentleman that had made the bet, then confessed that it was a
fox that he had dressed in the dish, at which they all shouted
out in favour of the Spaeman, particularly his master, who
was more confident in hi#m than ever.
Roger then went home, and so famous did he become, thatno one dared take any thing but what belonged to them,
fearing that the Sp&man would discover on them.
THE PRIEST A N D THE ROBBER.
IN the province of Ulster, about fifty years ago, there lived
a priest whose life was spent in administering relief to those
in distress; so that by the amiableness of his character, he
had gained the respect and esteem of all the country round.
He was sent for to a robber to prepare him for death, and
was, shut up in a small chapel along with him. While endeavouring by the most pious persuasions to excite him to repentance, he observed him apparently absorbed in thought, and
paying no attention to his discourse. " A r e you aware," said
the priest, " that you must soon appear before your great
C r e a t o r ? " — " I know that," returned the robber; "but I
also know that you can save my life."—"How can that b e ? "
said the priest. " You have only," rejoined the poor wretch,
" t o set your chair on the altar, and by your getting on it, I
can reach the top by the help of your shoulders."—"And,"
said the priest, " do you think I shall be accessary to your
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escape, which may be the means of your committing new
crimes?"—"Indeed," said the robber, " y o u need not be
afraid of that, I have seen the gibbet too near me to expose
myself to such danger again." The priest, actuated by the
impulse of a feeling heart, and strengthened by the earnest
protestations of repentance in the unhappy criminal who was
about to suffer, at length consented to favour his escape, and
in a few minutes the robber was clear of the prison.
Shortly after, the executioner came to warn the unfortunate
man of his hour being come; but what was his surprise when
he opened the door, and found the priest sitting alone in the
chapel. He immediately alarmed the judges, and brought
them to the spot. " W h a t is become of the prisoner," said
they, "that was left with y o u ? " — " H e must be an angel,"
returned the priest coolly, " for, upon the faith of a christian,
he flew out of the window," pointing to the window in the
. roof of the chapel; " and I am going to recommend myself
to his protection."
The judges could not preserve their
gravity at what they heard the good man relate, but wishing
the supposed angel a pleasant journey, went away.
Some years after this, as the priest was travelling in the
county of Wicklow, he lost his way, just as the sun had sunk
beneath the horizon. He was accosted by a sort of peasant,
who, after examining him attentively, told him the road he
was travelling was a very dangerous one, and as the night
had set in, if he would accompany him, he would conduct
him to a house convenient, where he might pass the night
in safety.
The priest was at a loss how to act; the curiosity visible
in the peasant's conduct excited his suspicion, but considering
if he had a bad design in view, that it was impossible for him
to escape, he with a trembling heart followed. They had not
walked far until they reached a farm-house, which the poor
priest beheld with j o y ; but the suspicion which the peasant's
curiosity had first raised in his breast, was entirely removed
when he found he was the proprietor, and heard him tell his
wife to kill a capon, with some of her chickens, and to welcome his guest with the best cheer. Whilst the good woman
was preparing supper, the countryman came into the room
followed by a group of beautiful children. " Pour forth your
grateful thanks, my little children," said he, as the tear of
gratitude started from his eye, " for to this worthy man your
father owes his existence.'' The priest immediately recognized the features of the robber, whose escape he had favoured
some years before; he inquired how he came to be so well
provided for; on which he related to him as follows :—
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" I told you if you assisted me in escaping I would lead a
new life. I begged my way to this part of the country, which
is my native place, and engaged in the service of the owner
of this farm. By strict fidelity and attachment to the interest
of my master, in a short time I gained his entire confidence
and esteem, and such was his regard for me, that he gave me
his only daughter in marriage. God has blessed my endeavours ever since, and I have amassed a little money, and I
entreat you to accept of it. I shall now die content, since I
have had it in my power, by this small tribute, to testify my
gratitude towards the man who saved my life."
" I am well repaid," replied the priest, " f o r the service I
have rendered you, and prize your repentance more than all
the riches you can bestow. Continue in your present upright
course of life, and you will be rewarded hereafter."
The peasant pressed him to accept of some recompense,
but he would not; he consented, however, to remain a few
days in the house, during all which time he entertained him
with the greatest hospitality.
The time of the priest's departure at last arrived. It was
with the greatest reluctance that the countryman could persuade him to make use at least of one of his horses to finish
his journey. The priest set out, and the peasant would not
quit him until he had traversed the dangerous roads that
abound in those parts.
MAC TURKHILL.
MAC TURKHILT,, who from his earliest days was initiated
in all the vices of raparee, and the known violator of female
chastity, met in his walks with Miss O'Melaghlin, whose
father was the richest man in the country. Her charms
immediately excited his desires ; being a man of some property
himself, he had recourse to her father for the honour of
receiving from him the hand of his fair daughter.
The
answer he received was, that the happiness of a female in a
married state depended on the temper, the morals, or character of the husband—that till he was convinced that the suitor's
conduct would bear such a scrutiny, he would withhold his
consent—and therefore concluded that if his daughter's inclinations were not pre-engaged, and his character should appear
amiable, he should be no hindrance to their mutual happiness.
Mac Turkhill had no reason to thank O'Melaghlin for the
prudence of his conduct—he knew that his reputation would
not bear inquiry, but he determined to wait some days, in
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the interval of which he made his arrangements for carrying
Miss O'Melaghlin off by force. The banditti of white-boys,
with whom he was in esteem, on account of the congeniality
of his morals, promised to assist him, and to run all hazards
in promoting his success.
Now ripe for mischief, and provided with the means to
ensure him the possession of Miss O'Melaghlin, he applies to
her father for an answer.
The reception he met with was such as he expected.
O'Melaghlin told him that he could not sacrifice the happiof his daughter by consenting to an alliance which lie could
not approve of, and which every tie of honour and honesty
forced him to decline.
Mac Turkhill heard him with a frown, and went off muttering revenge. The father being no stranger to the extravagance of the pretended suitor, had every thing to fear from
him. He therefore determined to remove his daughter to a
place of greater security, and placing her in his carriage,
acquainted her with his motives, to which she gave a voluntary and eager consent. Mac Turkhill, who watched over
his motions, overtook him near the Gautty Mountains, in the
county of Tipperary. His faithful band shot the horses of
the carriage, whilst Mac Turkhill pistoled O'Melaghlin, and
seized on his daughter, whom he hurried to his horse, and
mounted her upon it after a long struggle with her. Her
cries, her shrieks, her swoons, had no effect upon the monster;
but mounting, he rode off with her at full gallop.
Providentially a corps of free volunteers met him in his
flight, and melted with the shrieks of beauty in distress,
determined on a rescue. Companions in guilt are seldom
faithful to each other-—his own company fled and left him
alone to engage with his enemies. Grown desperate with
danger, he shot the first that approached him, but as he was
drawing out the second pistol, he received a shot in his head,
and dropped down dead from the saddle. Miss O'Melaghlin
tumbled likewise on the ground in a swoon, but recovering,
thanked her deliverers on her knees, and was escorted to her
place of residence by the generous corps of free volunteers.
ANNE BONEY, T H E F E M A L E PIRATE.
THIS woman was a native of the city of Cork. Her father
was an attorney, and by his activity in business rose to a
considerable respectability in that place. Anne was the fruit
of an unlawful connection with his own servant-maid, with
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>vhom he afterwards eloped to America, leaving his wife in
this country.
He, settled in Carolina, and followed his own profession,
but soon commenced merchant, and amassed a considerable
property. There he lived with his servant in the character
of a wife, but she dying, her daughter superintended the
domestic affairs.
N
During her residence with her father, she was supposed to
have a considerable fortune, and was accordingly addressed
by young men of respectable situations in life. It happened,
however, with her, as with many others of her sex, that
her feelings and not interest determined her in the choice of
a husband;—she married a young seaman without a single
shilling.
The avaricious father was so enraged, that, deaf to the
feelings of a parent, he turned his own child out of his house.
Upon this cruel usage of her father, and the disappointment
of her fortune, Anne and her husband sailed for the Island of
Providence, in hopes of gaining employment.
She, however, acted a very different part from the character of a virtuous woman. She left her husband, and fixed
her affections on Captain Rackham, with whom she eloped.
She had disguised herself in man's clothes, to prevent discovery ; but proving with child, the captain put her on shore,
and intrusted her to the care of some friends until she
recovered, when she again accompanied him, disguised as
formerly, in all his piratical expeditions.
Upon the king's proclamation, offering a pardon to all
pirates who would surrender themselves, he amongst others
surrendered himself, and went into the privateering business.
He soon, however, embraced an opportunity of returning to
his favourite employment.
In all his favourite exploits Anne accompanied him, and
displayed the greatest courage and intrepidity.-' When their
ship was taken, Anne, another woman, and a seaman, were
the last three that remained on board, Captain Rackham
having previously found means to escape on shore, but he
was apprehended and sent to prison.
Anne was known to many of the planters in the Island of
Jamaica, to which place she was conveyed, who remembered
to have seen her in her father's house, and they were disposed to intercede in her behalf. Her unprincipled conduct
in leaving her own husband, and forming an illicit connection
with Captain Rackham, tended to render them less active in
her favour.
By a special favour, Rackham was permitted to visit her
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the day before he was executed, but Instead of condoling him
on account of his hard fate, as might have been expected,
she only observed that she was sorry to see him there, but if
he had fought like a man, he need not have been hanged like
a dog.
Being with child, she remained in prison until her recovery,
was reprieved, and set at liberty. She was by the interest ot
some friends reconciled to her father, and lived a good life
ever after.
JAMES BUTLER.
JAMES BUTLER was bred and born in Kilkenny, and in his
pupilage was kept pretty much at school, but his learning did
him little service, though he spoke Latin very fluently. When
he arrived at man's estate, he enlisted himself a soldier in
Lord Galway's regiment, and went with the army to Spain,
where he had not been long before he departed to the
Spaniards as his favourite party; but meeting with some
usage among them he did not relish, he soon grew tired of a
military life, and gave the Spaniards the go-by also. Thinking himself in danger in Spain, and not finding a convenient
opportunity of returning home, his fancy led him to Andalusia, where he set up as a mountebank, and had wonderful success in raising his reputation and performing cures.
At length he undertook the method of easing men of troublesome wives, who were taken to him by wholesale, and this
brought more grist to his mill than any other part of his
practice. So great was his fame at last, that he outvied the
famous Dr. Thornhill, who offered to be his Merry-Andrew,
upon condition that he would teach him his Irish assurance;
but whether Thornhill did it to get rid of his competitor, or
not, I can't tell, however it happened that he was discovered,
and to prevent danger, made the best of his way to Venice,
where he set up for conjuror, and not managing this business
so well as the former, success failed him, and he joined with
a company of banditti.
While he was in this company, they had the good fortune
to meet with a lusty fat mendicant friar, whom they robbed,
taking from him the amount of £20,000, which he was going
to carry to Modena, for the late widow of King James II.
Queen Dowager of England. The captain of the gang divided
the booty, ordering Butler but a very small part, not half his
portion, which stomached him so much that he left them and
went to Florence; and by this time he had learned to speak
both Spanish and Italian.
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While he was at Florence, his curiosity led him to go to
see a man executed, where he singled out a young gentleman
with whom he had some confabulation, and among the rest
of his discourse, he said, " T h e man was a fool for suffering
himself to be taken." At these words, the gentleman taking
him for a man of resolution, took him to a tavern, and having
sounded him pretty well, offered him five hundred pieces of
gold to murder an uncle of his that he might enjoy his estate.
Butler consented to the proposal, and went immediately to
one of the banditti, with whom he agreed concerning the
manner of the murder, and taking him along with him about
eleven o'clock at night, to the old man's house, they made a
quick dispatch of his life. This being done, and the reward
paid them, as soon as Butler got a convenient opportunity
he likewise put an end to the young man's life, to prevent
him from discovering; and, for the same reason, in a little
time afterwards he murdered his comrade.
But, having thus committed three murders, the rumour
whereof spread far and near, he grew a little afraid of his
mother's calf's skin, and fled directly to Paris, where he soon
found means to introduce himself into Cartouch's gang, with
whom he often went in quest of prey; but not always distributing the booty equally, as he thought, he ventured to go out
one fine morning alone, and taking notice of a young gentleman of Campaigne, who came to Paris on purpose to study,
he met him and accosted him, pretending to be a scholar
also, and then taking him to the college of Navarre, he led
him through the walks, on pretence of entertaining him with
new discourses, till they came to a remote corner, and then
robbed him.
But beginning to get too notorious in France, and not overwell liked by his comrades, he packed up his awls and went to
Holland, and on his travels overtaking a genteel young
woman, near Rotterdam, he began to make love, and grew
very sweet upon her. She seemed coy at first, but after some
discourse had passed, and upon further application, she agreed
to pass for his wife. Not being able to reach the Hague,
they stopped short at an inn on the road, and after supper
they retired to rest.
As soon as his supposed wife saw daylight, and perceiving
how soundly he slept, she rose, and, calling for her husband's
portmanteau, under pretence of getting out some linen, took
out of it two hundred and ninety pieces of gold, and ordered
the hostler to saddle her husband's horse for her to go and
pay a friend a visit, but took care to ride off, and let none of
them hear any more of her afterwards.
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When Butler awoke he threw his arms about, expecting to
grasp his dear*mistress, but finding himself disappointed, in
order to make inquiry about her, and to know the time of the
day, he called for his landlord, who told him his lady was a
very early woman, having risen three or four hours before.
Surprised at this news, he started up and ran to his portmanteau, which, when he searched, he immediately found how
nicely he was tricked, yet he could not find in his heart to
asperse her, or much to blame her for herself, because he
lived by tricking. However, thus outwitted as he was, he
sold his lady's horse, and having paid the reckoning with the
remainder of the money, he made the best of his way to
England, where dame fortune forsaking him, the lady poverty
came to pay him a visit, and would not be persuaded to
abandon him till she had brought him to a very low ebb.
Being reduced to this condition, he happened one day to pick
up a fresh acquaintance with Mrs. Impudence, who accompanied him and two others to King's Gate, in Grey's Inn
Lane, where they attacked and stopped a coach, but finding
a vigorous resistance, were obliged to return in a hurry, and
ride off as fast as they could. However, Butler was pursued,
taken, and committed to Newgate, but being only found
guilty of an assault, he was fined £100 and confined twelve
months.
At length procuring his liberty, he fell to his old courses
on the highway, in conjunction with one Nodes, an upholsterer's son, at Fleetditch, where they continued their depredations for a length of time, and amassed a great deal of
money. Being warned in a dream, after a night of dreadful
debauch and sensuality, of what his present wicked course
would bring him. to, and happening to hear a most impressive
sermon on the suffering of the damned in hell, he at length
determined to quit his sinful courses of life. He therefore
relinquished his iniquitous gain, dispensing it in charity, and
returned to his friends in Ireland, where he passed the
remainder of his life in penance and mortification.
J A C K WITHERS.
JACK'S father was a poor labourer in Athlone. Poverty
and want of employment obliged his father to set off for
Dublin, and Jack accompanied him. In that seminary of
vice he became acquainted with some young pickpockets, and,
imitating their conduct, he was detected and sent to Flanders
as a soldier.
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One day he went into the church at Ghent, during the
time of high mass, and observing them casting money into a
box that stood under the image of the Virgin Mary, he
watched the favourable opportunity, picked the lock, filled
his pockets with the money and got off unobserved.
But, afraid to repeat his depredations in the same quarter,
and unable to supply his extravagancies, he deserted his
colours and returned to Ireland. Commencing robber on the
highway, he encountered a neighbour of his father's whom he
knew to be a great miser, and accosted him with, " Stand and
deliver, or by the holy Saint Denis you are a dead man."
The miser began to plead poverty, which was evident from
his appearance and clothes, his breeches, in which he retained
his money, being as large as the hooped petticoat of a full
dressed lady. Jack, however, knew him well, and was not
to be imposed upon with sham pretences. The old miser was
then compounding, and offered one half to save the other.
Jack enraged at this delay, threatened him with instant
death; on which the miser pulled out his purse and spectacles,
and putting them on, began to stare at Withers. " W h y ,
d
n your eyes, you old fool," said Jack, " is your sight so
bad that you cannot see to deliver your purse ?" " I may at
least see to whom I give it." " A y e , aye, old boy; and when you
look at me again, you must supply me with such another sum."
Jack, and two of his companions, one morning returning
from their depredations, espied a gentleman walking alone,
and exhibiting all the gestures of passion, distraction, and
fury; meanwhile casting his eyes towards heaven, stretching
forth his arms and folding them again. They imagined he
was about to plunge into the water from disappointed love or
ruined fortune.
Jack went up to him and said, "Pray, sir, consider what you
are going to d o ! What a sad thing will it be for you to
drown yourself here ? Be advised, and have better thoughts
with you." " W h a t is all this for?" said the gentleman, " I have
no intention of drowning myself. I am only a player getting
my part." " If I had known that, you might have hanged or
drowned yourself for me ; but to make amends for the trouble,
you can do no less than give us your money." They robbed
him of all he had.
Some time after this, Jack and his companion, Patrick
Murphy, attacked the postman carrying the south mail, whom
they not only robbed, but, to prevent discovery, cut his throat,
ripped him. up, filled his belly with stones, and threw him into
a pond. The body, however, was found next day, in a
shocking state.
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Jack and his associates now once more returned to the
city, but it may be well imagined that their guilty conscience
would not let them rest.
Having committed a robbery in the country, he and his
companions were both apprehended, tried and condemned.*
Jack was only twenty-four years of age when he suffered the
punishment due to his crimes. He confessed the horrid
murder he had committed some weeks before.
THE GENEROUS IRISHMAN.
LIEUTENANT FLEMING was the youngest son o f a respectable
gentleman in the county of Louth, and was sent at an early
age on board a British man-of-war in the situation of midshipman. He had a fine open manly countenance, an easy
air, and a heart that diffused the irresistible charm of good
humour over a tolerable set of features, setting at defiance
both ill-temper and ill-breeding.
After an absence of twelve years, spent with honour to
himself and advantage to his country, having by his bravery
and good conduct been promoted to the rank of lieutenant,
he obtained permission to visit his native place. He had not
been long seated on the top of the coach, before he perceived
that his next neighbour was either very ill, or in great trouble,
by several deep sighs which seemed reluctantly to force their
way from an overcharged bosom.
His heart beat responsive to the sound ; it was too dark to
distinguish faces, nor did he recollect to have observed, on
his getting up, whether it was a male or a female next to
him, nor was that a consideration: he chewed his quid sometime in silence, till a sudden violent jolt of the coach drew
forth a faint shriek from a female voice, and threw her in contact with the lieutenant's shoulder.
"Avast," cried he, "take care how you steer, or we may
all roll over, d'ye see; besides here seems to be one longside
not able to stem the upsetting. Take courage, my good lass,
lean against me and welcome; we shall soon come into some
port."
" You are very kind, good sir," answered a feeble voice;
" I am, indeed but little able to bear the motion of the carriage,
much less the sudden shakes, but I will be better by and by."
" I hope so, I hope so," rejoined the lieutenat, " w e shall
get into smooth water immediately, when we are off the
stones."
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No answer was returned, and a dead silence ensued until
they came to the first stage of changing horses.
Fleming, on the appearance of the light, turned to look at
his neighbour, and beheld the pale skeleton of a young woman, who seemed fast sinking into the grave, and scarcely
able to sit upright. " Odds, my life, poor soul," said he,
" y o u seem to want ballast, it will never do to steer this
course—why did you not steer into the cabin? "
"Because, because," replied she tremulously, "it was not
convenient — - I have more air here."
" Yes, yes ; but a few such squalls as we had some time ago,
may turn you overboard: you are not steady enough, my good
lass, to keep your course here."
He then called for some grog and biscuits, and jumped off
to look in at the windows of the coach.
" A y , ay, here's plenty of room; here, you steersman, open
the coach door, and let us help that poor young woman into
this berth."
" W h y , I have no objection, master," answered the coachman, " but you know outside and inside passengers are different things—who's to pay the difference of the fare?"
" Why, I will," cried Fleming.
" No, no," exclaimed the invalid, " I entreat you, Sir, I am
very well here: indeed I am—I will not get inside—pray
leave me as I am."
" Look ye, young woman," returned the lieutenant, " you
are upon a slippery forecastle, you may be hove overship in the
dark, and founder before help can come to ye. So no more
words, my conscience wont let me see you in danger, for I
shant sit easy with you at my stern; so do, my good soul, let
me put you safe under hatches, out of the way of the squalls
and foul weather."
The poor young woman saw it was in vain to contend with
her humane neighbour, and however repulsive to her own
feelings to accept the obligation, she was as little calculated to
support the fatigues of her situation as unable to pay the additional expense. She, therefore, with tears dropping on her
cheeks, silently permitted herself to be placed in the coach,
nor did she reject the biscuit, though she declined the grog.
" Mayhap," said he, " a gill of warm wine will do you more
good; and, without waiting a reply, he dashed off, and presently returned with it, entreating her to drink of it. Not to
disappoint him, she sipped a small quantity, and pressing his
hand said, " God bless you."
The manner and the words shot through the heart of the
poor lieutenant; but a summons from the coachman to resume
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his place, cut short all further conversation, and he jumped up
into his berth, after tossing off his glass of grog, which he
found very necessary to recruit his spirits.
When they stopped at the inn to dine, Fleming handed out
his sick friend, with equal respect and tenderness; nor did he
neglect offering his hand to three other females in the coach,
one of which only accepted of it; the other two threw up
their heads, and coldly declined his assistance,.
Fleming was not a man of observation, he knew nothing of
the world or the human heart; he had no idea that he could
have given any offence by showing humanity to a fellow-creature, or Committed an unpardonable insult, by " stowing a
sick outside passenger in the cabin."
He gave his arm to the young woman, and conveyed her
into a room, where she was scarcely seated, before, to his
great dismay, she fainted, and he loudly vociferated for assistance.
By the endeavours of the landlady, and the smelling-bottle
of the lady who had deigned to accept Fleming's offered hand,
the poor invalid soon recovered, and he left her to their care,
whilst he " examined into the state of the locker." A fine
piece of roast beef and a giblet pie were just going smoking
hot to the table ; but though the scent was perfectly agreeable
to him, he had consideration enough to think it might be too
powerful for a sick stomach. He, therefore, asked if they had
any new laid eggs, with a tart or two for the poor young woman in the other room,
"Yes, sir," replied the landlady, " w e can give her a couple
of eggs and a nice custard in a trice; but—a—as these eggs
are not provided for the coach passengers, we shall expect
them to be paid extra for.''
" V e r y well," returned he, "carry them in, and I will pay
you for them."
He went back and told the invalid she should have an egg
brought to her, and as soon as he had swallowed a few mouthfuls of beef, he would come to her again. Tears were her
only answer, and he darted away, followed by the lady.
" I admire your humanity, sir," said she, " f o r I find you
are, an. entire stranger to the young woman.''
" I don't know what she may be," answered he, stopping
and bowing to the speaker, "but what of that? you see she
is very sick, poor soul, and it is our duty to help forward a
fellow-creature. She is bad enough, and I fear will soon be
in that port, from whence there is no return."
"I,fear so, too," rejoined the lady, "and it is from thence
I feel so much to admire in your kindness. Young men in
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this age rarely bestow favours on females without a view of
self-gratification of some kind or other.''
Before he could reply, they were summoned to dinner.
Fleming, much pleased with the lady's kindness to the sick
giiij and attention to himself, was particularly assiduous for
her accommodation, without intending any slight to the others,
or observing their haughty or indignant looks.
And here it is impossible to refrain from observing how
much our own comforts in life depend upon our attention to
those of others. The two ladies whose humanity was not
proof against the affront of having an outside passenger, whose
dress was as humble as her pretensions, obtruded on them so
unceremoniously by a lieutenant, whose wrapping great coat
demonstrated that he was no great things, and equally low
bred and impertinent, had sat in disdainful silence till they
arrived at the inn, when their anger burst forth into scornful
observations, and a reprimand to the coachman for admitting
such a low creature into their society, who had taken inside
places.
" A s to low or high," answered the man, " so they pay me
the full fare, it is one and the same thing to me. Besides
the poor young woman was mortal bad, and he was a goodhearted fejlow that offered to pay the fare, and all passengers
are alike to me."
" Then you ought never to have people of consequence in
your coach, fellow, if you don't know how to behave yourself."
" I know very well how to behave myself, I don't want to
affront nobody," returned coachy, "the young woman was
a clean decent body, and as good as others, for the matter of
that, seeing her fare will be paid."
"Don't be impertinent, fellow, it is plain you care not how
you insult the ladies, so you can be paid. You would not
have taken her into the coach without being sure of your
-money, though you presume to force her upon us."
" That's another sort of a thing. I pities the poor thing,
:and would serve her with all my heart, but the coach is
master's property, and musn't chouse him of his fare. But
what signifies words about it, she is an inside passenger
now, and by St. Patrick he's an honest lad that lent her a
hand."
The insulted ladies found it in vain to contend, they
encouraged each other in the idea of affronted consequence,
and displeased that their companion had followed the two low
creatures, they determined to send her to Coventry, and
preserve an indignant silence in the coach.
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These wise resolutions accompanied them to the dinner
table, when, to their great surprise, they beheld the lieutenant's uniform, and a figure, now disencumbered of an old
wrapping coat, that he did not blush to exhibit in the most
fashionable circles in the kingdom, though it wanted the
polish of high life.
P A D D Y A N D THE PRIEST.
A PRIEST in the neighbourhood of Cork, fancying that the
"dues" at confession were insufficient remuneration for the
pardons he granted, told his congregation that in future he
would not hear confessions, unless the "compliment" was
increased. This, of course, created a great sensation in his
parish ; some murmured, a few remonstrated, and others absented themselves from the confessional altogether. Amongst
the latter was Darby Donovan. " Hilloa, Darby," said the
priest, one morning, spying Darby sneaking along the side of a
ditch to avoid a meeting. "Hilloa, Darby! is that you."
1'Oh!
thin, is it yer reverrence? I hope yer reverrence,
and all belonging to yer reverrence is well. It's a good step
to Blarney, and my sister's child's sick in it, so as its contrary
to yer reverrence I'm going, I'll wish you a plasant day."
"Stay, Darby," called the priest—"What's the reason you
have not been to confession lately ? " " Plaze yer reverrence,"
said Darby, scratching his head, "I've never been able to
affoord it since the grace of God viz."
R E A D Y WIT.
A TRAVELLER, fond of a joke—a corpulent, jolly-looking
fellow—taking a walk in company with one of his customers,
met a "rough, rude, x'eady-witted" Hibernian driving a small
cart, drawn by a jackass, when the following dialogue ensued:
— " W e l l , Pat, what kind of an animal is this you have got!"
" Arrah, now, don't be after denying your friends when you
meet with them. Sure you have not forgot your cousin, Mr.
Jack Ass." " Oh ho ! so you deal among asses." "Well, in
troth I do, Sir." " And what is the price of a good one.just
now?" " I n troth, Sir, that greatly depends on their appearance; a little jacky like this un might be got for a pound;
but, by japers, a big fat cuddy like yourself would cost thurty
shillans!"
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C a p t a i n
WEDDERBURJSTS
COURTSHIP
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The Wandering Boy
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The Lord of festlrrt daughter,
Waik'd lino' the woods her lane,,
And by came Captain Wedderburn,
A servant to the King s
H e said unto his servant man,
W e r e it not Against the law,
* 1 would tak& her to my own bed,
And lay her next the wa\
I'm walking here alone, she says,
Ar/uuig my father's trees
And you m&^lfet me walk - alone,
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Kind Sir, now if you please j.
The supper-hell it will be rung,
And I'll be raiss'd, you know j.
So I will not lie fti your bed,
Neither at slock nor wa',
H e says, my pretty lady,.
I pray lend me your hand 5
And you*H have drums and trufcpc£$>.
Always at your command 5
And fifty men to $u&rd youIvitli,
W k o well their swords. c.aa draw >
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�And well both lie in ae bed,
And tkofi's lie next thejva'.
O hold away from me, kind Sir.,
I pray let go my hand y
The supper-*bell it will be runpgf
N o longer must 1 stand : »
M y father he'll no sapper take,
If I be miss'd, you know
So Fil not lie in your bed,
Neither at sto^k nor wa\
Then says the pretty lady,
I pray tell me-your name j
M y name is Captain Wedderhura,
A servant to the king.
Tho* thy father and his men were here,
Of them I'd stand no a^ve,
But jtvo.uld take thee into my bed,
And lay thee next the w a .
H e lighted off his milk-white steed,
And set this lady on,
And held her by tljje milk-white hand,
Even as they rode alone y
H e held her by the middle jump,
For fear that she should fa',
And said, I'll take thee to my W ,
And lay ihee nsxt the wa*.
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He^frok her to Ji:s locl^rng-housc,
H i s landlady lqok#d heiv;
4Safys, many ladies til Jidiijfeurghi Fve seen,,
But never such a one
f ^ r such a pretty face as this,
'
l a It I never saw,
G o ipafce her up a doWn-bed,
And
her npxt the wa,?.
O lipid a way from me, k\nx\ Sir,
JH.
I pray you l$fc me he 5
T o r X will not go to your tetl,
Till you d^ess me dishes ih&ee ;
Pishes three yo-u m*st dress to nie,
I f I ihmUl eat them a',
Before that I lie in your bedf
Either at stotfk o.r
0 I must, have to my kr^per,
A cherry without -a --artone
And I mast have to my 9 1 ppe r,
*
A chicken without a bone y
Aqfl I must have to
supp|r,
A bird wkhotii a ga*,
Before I lie into youu bed,
Either at afcoc-k ox wa',
V f e n the cherry h ifrfca the hfeoni^
s p e it halt! no -tttoe $
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And when the chicken is in it's shell,
I'm sure it hath no bone
The dove it is a gentle bird,
It flies without a ga',
And we shall both lie in ae bed,
And thouJs lie next the wa\
Hold away from me, kind 'Sir,
I pray you give me o er,
j&o'r.I will not go to your bed.
Till you tell me qdesirous four.
Questions four yo* must te 1 me,.
And that is twa and iwa,
Or I will noi lie in yuur bed,
Neither afe stock nor wa\
You must g f t me some winter fruit)
That in December g r e w j
And I must have a silk maotel,
That waft was ne'er cad thro" j
What bird sings be si, what wood bu^
What dew does on them fa* 5
Afid then Til lie into your bed,
Ef^her at stock ot
M y father has some winter fruit,
That aw December grew \
M y mother has a silk mantle,
Tiiat waft was ne\r ca'd thro' \
�The eoek crows first, cider bud3 first,
The dew does on them f a ' ;
So we'll both lie into xe bed,
And thou's lie next the wa'.
Hold away from me, kind Sir,
And do not me perplex \
For IM! not lie into yonr bed,
Till you tell ine questions six.
Questions six you must tell to me,
And that is four and ttfa,
Before I lie into your bed,
Either at stock or wa\
What is greener than the grass^
What's higher than the trees \
And what is wtrse than woman's voice,
What's deeper than the seas.
A sparrow s horn, a priest unborn,
This night to join us twa ;
Before i lie into your bed,
Either at* st^ck or waV
Death is greener than the grass \
Sky's higher than the trees \
The devil's worse than woman's voice,
Hell's deeper xhasn the seas ;
A sparrow's horn yoa may well get,
There's one on every pa',
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And two upon the.gab. of it,
And you shall have them a*.
The priest he's standing at the gate,
Jusfc ready to come in j
N o man can say. that he was born.
N o many without a sin.
A hole c&iin his mother's side,
H e from the same did far;
So we shall both lie in ae bed,
And thou's Ue «oxt the wa\
O little did this lady think,
That mtrning when she rose,
That it was t© be the very last,
Of all her maiden days.
But there is not in the king's realta,
T o be found a blyther twa y
And now they tie into ae bed,
And she li«s next the wa\
THE WANDERING
BOY.
When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor,
The cottager shuts on the beggar his door,
When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye,
H o w hard is the fate of the w a t e r i n g boy^
�8
The whiter u cold and I have no place of test,
M y heart is so cold that it heats in my breast,
3STo father, np mother, no kindred have I,
For 1 am the poor little, Wandering Boy. I once had a home, I once had a sire,
A mother who gi anted each infant desire,
Onr cottage it stood embower'd in a vale,
Where the ring-dove it warbled its sorrowful tale.
But hiy father and mother were summoned away,
They left me to hard-ijearted strangers a
I fled from their rigour with many a sigh,
Bui now I am left a poor Wandering Boy.
The winter is cold, and the sndw loads the gale,
There is no one will listen to my innocent tale,
I will go to the grave where my parents do lie,
An<J death shall*be&itnff the poor Wandering Boy*
FINIS.
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Stirling: Whiteside and Rexall
# of Woodcuts: 1
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Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1821-1830
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Stirling: W. Macnie
Gender: man/men
Nature: tree(s)
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SIX
P o p u l a r Seiig^
Coming through the rye.
Say, my heart, why wildly beatingWhen I was an infant.
Jockie to the fair.
Katty O'Lynch.
There was a jolly miller.
KILMARNOCK:
PRINTED
m
FOR T H E
BOOKSELLERS*
�POPULAR SONGS.
C0MEN' T H R O U G H T H E
RYE.
I F a body meet a body comin' through the rye,
if a body kiss a body, need a body cry ?
Ev'ry Jassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say hae I!
Yet a' the lads they smile on me
W h e n comin' thro" the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I 4§;vrly loe myself
But whare his hame,
what his name ?
I dinna care to telL
If a body meet a body com in* frae the town.
If a body greet a body, need a body frown ?
Ev'ry iassie has her laddie,
Nane they say hae I !
Yet a* the lads they smile on m e
W h e n comin' thro 1 the rye.
Amang the train, &c.
SAY,
M Y
H E A R T ,
W H Y
BEATING.
SAT, my heart, why wildly beating,
Dost thou auch emotion prove?
W I L D L Y
�3
Canst thou* when thy lover meeting,
Fear his truth, or doubt his love ?
N o , fondly no, my bosom sighs !
No, gently no, my heart replies.
T h e n , fond heart, be silent ever,
Be thy wild emotion o'er ;
For with doubt and fearing never
Shalt thou throb—no, no, no, never more,
No, no, no, never never more.
Light of life, and life's best blessing
Is the love that meets return *
,
Shall J, that rich boon possessing,
E'er the matchless blessing spurn ?
No, fondly no, my bosom sighs !
No, gently no, my heart replies,
T h e n be joy my inmate ever,
^
Since each anxious dread is o'er,
For with fear and doubting never
Shall it throb—no, no, no, neve* more,
No, no, no, never never more.
W H E N I W A S AN I N F A N T .
I was an infant, mammy would say,
Fd when older>
Be a soldier!
Rattles and toys, I threw them away,
Unieis a gun or a sabre.
W h e n a younker, up I grew*
Saw one day a grand review*
WHEN
�4
Colours flying,
Set me dying,
T o embark in life so new.
Roll drums merrily, march away,
Soldiers 1 glory
Lives in story,
His laurels are green when his locks are grey !
T h e n hey for the life of a soldier.
Listed—to battle I march'd along,
Courting danger,
Fear a stranger;
The cannon beat time to the trumpet's song,
And made my heart a hero's.
< Charge l* the gallant leaders cry v
On like iions then we fly,
Blood and thunder,
Foes knock under,
Then huzza for a victory.
Roll drums merrily, &c.
W h o so merry as we in camp ?
Battle over,
Live in clover,
Care and his cronies are forc'd to tramp ;
And all is social pleasure.
Then we laugh, we quafF, we sing,
Time goes gaily on the wing.
Smiles of beauty,
Sweeten duty,
And each private is a king!
Roil drums merrily, &c»
NIL
�5
JOCKIE
TO
T H E
FAIR.
on the morn of sweet May-day,
W h e n Nature painted all things gay,
Taught birds to sing, and lambs to play*
And gild the meadows fair !
Young Jockie with the early dawn,
His Sunday's coat the youth put on,
For Jenny had vow'd away to run
With Jockie to the f a i r ;
For Jenny had vow'd, &c.
'TWAS
T h e cheerful parish-bells had r u n g ;
W i t h eager steps he trudg'd along;
While fiow'ry garlands round him hung,
W h i c h shepherds us'd to wear :
H e tapp'd the window, Haste, my dear:
Jenny, impatient, cried, W h o ' s there I
' T i s I, my love? and no one near,
Step gently down, you've nought to fear,
W i t h Jockie to the fair;
Step gently down, &c.
My dad and man are fast asleep,
My brother's up and with the sheep,
And will you still your promise keep,
Which I have heard you swear i
And will you ever constant prove ?
I will, by all the powers above;
And ne'er deceive my charming dove;
Dispel these doubts, and haste, my love,
W i t h Jockie to the fair.
Dispel these doubts, &c.
�6
Behold the ring, the shepherd cried*
Will Jenny be my charming bride,
Let Cupid be our happy guide,
And Hymen meet us there.
T h e n Jockie did his vows renew,
H e would be constant, would be true ;
His word was pledg'd, away she flew,
O'er cowslips tipt with balmy dew,
W i t h Jockie to the fair;
O'er cowslips, &c>
In raptures meet the joyful throng,
Their gay companions blythe and young,
Each joins the dance, each joins the song,
To hail the happy pair;
In turns there's none so fond as they,
T h e y bless the kind propitious day,
T h e smiling morn of blooming May,
W h e n lovely Jenny ran away
With Jockie to the f a i r ;
W h e n lovely Jenny, &c.
KATTY
G'LYNCH.
Katty O'Lynch lived at Ballinahinch,
And her sweetheart was called Mister Casey ;
H o w sweetly she'd cry, as he'd constantly sigh,
O h ! Paddy now can't you be easy !
And don't be coming over me with your
T u ral lal la, tu rai, Bee.
SWEET
�7
Oh ! Paddy now can't you be easy,
One morning, 'twas own'd, in her chamber
he found
A man that was not Mister Casey;
Arrali! who's this, says he ? 'tis my brother, says
she:
O h ! Katty, now can't you be easy,
And don't be coming over me with your
Fu rai lal, &c.
The next time they met, she cried out in a pet,
Arrah ! Paddy you've drove me quite crazy j
Since you are the boy, won't you marry me, joy*
Marry you, marry you,
Arrah ! Katty now can't you be easy*
And don't be coming over me with your
T u ra! lal, &c.
T H E R E W A S A JOLLY
MILLER.
was a jolly miller
Ance liv'd on the river D e e ;
H e work'd and sung from morn till night,
No lark more blythe than h e :
And thus the burthen of his song
For ever us'd to be,
I care for nobody* no, not I,
If no one cares for me*
THERE
�8
I live by my mill, how happy I,
She's kindred, child, and wife ;
I would not change my station
For any other in life.
No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor.
E'er had a grost from m e ;
I care for nobody» no, not I,
If nobody cares for me.
W h e n spring begins its merry career,
Oh how his heart grows gay;
N o summer drouth alarms his fears.
Nor winter's sad decay.
No foresight mars the miller's joy,
Who's wont to sing and say,
Let others toil from year to year,
I live from day to day.
Thus, like the miller bold and free,
Let us rejoice and sing,
T h e days of youth are made for glee,
And time is on the wing
This song shall pass from me to thee.
Along this jovial ring;
Let heart and voice and all agree,
To say long live the king.
FINIS.
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Six Popular Songs. Coming through the rye. Say, my heart, why wildly beating. When I was an infant. Jockie to the fair. Katty O'Lynch. There was a jolly miller.
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Coming through the rye.
Say, my heart, why wildly beating.
When I was an infant.
Jockie to the fair.
Katty O'Lynch.
There was a jolly miller.
Creator
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Burns, Robert, 1759-1796
Date
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[1820?] per G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries
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8 pages
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Woodcut #88: <span>Illustration of a man and a woman in an outside scene; the man is facing the woman and the woman is facing the viewer. </span>
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
Courtship and Marriage
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
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<a title="G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries" href="http://library.sc.edu/spcoll/britlit/roycol.html">G. Ross Roy Collection, University of South Carolina Libraries </a>
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Chapbook #20 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
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English
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ballads & songs
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Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
# of Woodcuts: 1
Architecture: fence
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1811-1820
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers
Gender: man/men
Gender: woman/women
Nature: tree(s)
Outdoor Scene
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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.
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Title
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Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknown), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene.
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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
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Title
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4 Scots Songs. Hibernia's lovely Jane. Death of Sally Roy. The Soldier's dream. The birken tree.
Identifier
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Alternative Title
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Hibernia's lovely Jane.
Death of Sally Roy.
The Soldier's dream.
The birken tree.
Extent
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8 pages
Is Part Of
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Chapbook #4 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks
Subject
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Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock
Contributor
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Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada
Rights
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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
Description
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<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
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English
Type
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ballads & songs
Format
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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.
Publisher
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Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers
Source
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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
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Title
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Woodcut 043: Title-page illustration in a single ruled border of a women in a long dress, shawl and hat walking in an outdoor scene.
Document
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Title
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Mary of Castle-Cary: To which are added, Roslin Ruins, Rob’s Jock, The Lass of Humber-side.
Subject
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Chapbooks - Scotland - Stirling
Courtship and Marriage
Wit and Humor
Date
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1806
Contributor
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Canada
Rights
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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
Identifier
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Coverage
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Castle Cary, England
Iceland
Abstract
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Four ballads about love and women. Some are sad or bitter, others are humorous, but none have happy endings. Mary of Castle-Cary: Two young men fight over the love of the beautiful young Mary who apparently has been kissing them both, if not more. Roslin’s Ruins: a young man escapes to Roslin Ruins to brood on loneliness and the rejection of his love. Rob’s Jock: a humorous song where a young man woos a young woman, but the majority of the song appears to list the tocher (dowry) that Jenny brings with her. The Lass of Humber-Side: a lament of young woman whose love has drowned in Iceland Bay.
Alternative Title
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Roslin Ruins
Rob’s Jock
The Lass of Humber-side
Extent
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8 pages
17 cm
Language
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English
Format
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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.
Source
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Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario
Publisher
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Stirling: C. Randall
Type
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ballads & songs
# of Woodcuts: 1
Activity: walking
Architecture: fence
Bib Context: title-page
Chapbook Date: 1801-1810
Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs
Chapbook Genre: wit & humor
Chapbook Publisher - Stirling: C. Randal
Fashion (Clothing): upper class
Gender: woman/women
Nature: tree(s)
Outdoor Scene