1 10 10 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0b9675786d1f92a795a67a4924a4fea4.pdf a8e2cfc1e26e4f4e489028106486e7b6 PDF Text Text No. 1. Bon-Accord Rhymes and Ballads. A BRIG TO TORRY. Aberdeen: GEORGE MIDDLETON, SKENE SQUARE. 1876. ��A B R I G T O T O R R Y . This sad disaster by the boat Has raised the question often fought: The cry is up, and so it ought— We'll hae a Brig to Torry ! And but for party-faction plots, That cast on man's deeds many blots, We'd pass'd by brig, and no by boats, Langsyne across to Torry, Now, party faction cease for once, Nor let us lose the present chance, The money all at once advance, And build the Brig to Torry. Think not of plotting, selfish men, Whose sordid wish is all for gain ; Whose only care is but their ain. And no a Brig to Torry. A Company has offer made— Four thousand pounds this scheme to aid ; Some say that they would well be paid By this new Brig to Torry. �4 And little doubt they've reckon'd weel, To by this bargain hae a " feel "; Fairplay even to the very de'il, And to the Lairds o' Torry. If they have spirit thus to stir, And push their schemes ahead wi' virr, And round the city make it whir— Come, gae's a Brig to Torry ! We'r a' affected by this shock, We feel it keen, nor at it mock, And say, " Come, let us all now yoke And build a Brig to Torry." To Balnagask we look for aid; On a' the lairds we'll make a raid Whose tenants o'er this brig will trade Between our town and Torry. But if they do not come like men, To help according to their gain, We'll treat them aye wi' great disdain, A t Aberdeen and Torry. The Baker Lairds had well take heed, Kincorth we know is their's by deed, The thousands here who eat their bread, Say, " mind our Brig to Torry," �5 And who is great, so far's we ken, But generous-hearted, honest men, To all good things who say, " Amen," And great success to Torry. And what is wealth to laird or king, If man's respect it does not bring, So freely give, and that's the thing To bring respect at Torry. But greedy, grasping, selfish sots, Who keep their pennies, pounds, and groats, They're little better than the stots— Just drown them a' at Torry. When river Dee they did divert, To build the brig they had nae heart, But for that blunder now we'll smart— A dearer Brig to Torry. Had then the piers erected been, Much cheaper had the work been deen. Before the river e'er was seen, In its new course at Torry. But wha's to blame, I winna say't, Just build the brig and frankly pay't, Nor raise again our party hate, To damn the Brig to Torry. �And Torry Farm I'll only name, To state the case would raise a flame That Dee itself could never tame, 'Twould blaze the Brig to Torry. So let us quench each party word, True to the name of Bon-Accord, To quarrel now we can't afford, We want a Brig to Torry. Our present Council offers well, And what's their duty seem to feel, Four thousand pounds they out will deal, To build a Brig to Torry. Twelve thousand pounds the brig will cost, Just raise the sum, nor time be lost, The Council then must do their most To build the Brig to Torry, This brig, a handsome brig maun be. Not to disgrace our bonnie Dee, A something to let strangers see, When gaun across to Torry. When Jamieson, our worthy Pro', Was Dean of Guild, some years ago, The Progress Party, then the go, Tormented him 'bout Torry. �7 No more he is the worthy Dean, But Provost now of Aberdeen ; He'll show them progress wi' a steen, And build the Brig to Tony. And when this Brig at last we get, And that must be no distant date. Then we will fear no tide nor spate When gaun across to T o n y . But, Provost man, that is not all The projects you have at your call, So keep your foot now at the ball, But still remember Tony. The Carriage Drive from Market Street To Bridge of Dee you must complete; Push 0n, and let us shortly see't And a bonny Brig to Tony. Next Rosemount district keep in view, It wants accesses one or two ; 'T would be a boon to not a few, As well's a Brig to Tony. But Provost, Sir, I would not dare, To name what all your projects were, But, pardon me, I have a care About a Brig to Tony. �8 Now Torry men just cock your cap, We'll yet bridge o'er the watery gap, Then back and fore we'll safely stap Between our town and Torry. Nae mair on pleasure days we'll see, And mourn our friends drown'd in the Dee, Such sad disaster cannot be When we've a Brig to Torry. Our lads and lasses then might gang Wi' safety out the rocks amang, To gather dulse, or sing a sang, On beach or braes at Torry. Oh ! had this brig but biggit been, This last disaster none had seen, A sair, sair heart to mony ane— They'll aye remember Torry. But what is past we canna mend, Yet a sad lesson it does send, To present duty let's attend, And build the Brig to Torry. Then strike the iron while 'tis hot, Delays are dangerous, trust them not, Or all our plans will come to naught, As well's a Brig to Torry. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/8354c02678fc22eb79ea6c22657d23da.jpg d09d1704883339eddae03a9d78308c5b Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3894 Width 2406 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A brig to Torry Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1876 Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource ballad Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Abstract A summary of the resource. This song is a political action piece written to urge the population and politicians of Aberdeen to build a bridge to the district of Torry within the city following a ferry disaster which killed 32 people. Ferries and boats had previously been the only way to access the district after the diversion of the river Dee had cut it off, and, according to the song, dithering between different political parties over the cost of the project had prevented a bridge from being built previously. The ballad names several different districts, politicians, and groups with an interest in building the bridge in an effort to raise the funds for a new bridge to prevent future disasters. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland<a href="National%20Library%20of%20Scotland%20http%3A//www.nls.uk/"> http://www.nls.uk/</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #1 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Bon-Accord rhymes and ballads ; no.1 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Aberdeen, Scotland Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: George Middleton Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: lion(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Middleton Heraldry https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3e25ec3d4b22f3b7681bfa26e33aec0d.pdf 3fc5a95c1d63ae4d8a6c6aa2dc414a6e PDF Text Text GROANS FROM THE BELIEVERS' GALLERY ON THE RESEATING OF THE "AULD WEST." Aberdeen: GEORGE M I D D L E T O N , SKENE SQUARE. 1874. ��Groans from the Believers' Gallery. It is a custom, and no doubt you know it, With every suckling bard and would-be poet, When brain or heart nears parturition's hour, T' invoke the aid of Heaven, or some such power, The Muse or St. John, angel-like or " dowdy," To act the part of intellectual " howdy," And bring to birth in all the pomp of form, What in their " num skulls" raised so vast a storm. Of course I know that in this age of reason, Such invocation's little short of treason, Since't has been shown (by reasons rather quizzical), That such belongs t' th' stage called metaphysical; And every cobbler that ere swill'd in " swats," Has learned from Bradlaugh and their Charles Watts, That Heaven had never anything to spare, Of what some folks call providential care. But as for me, who, born out of season, Finds faith the basis of all human reason, I needs must when I'm in poetic plight, Seek for some guardian soul to keep me right. �4 Oh shed thy light my darkling page upon, Thou bard of St. Cecilia, Glorious John ! A spice of wit be pleased to sprinkle on it (You know there's little 'neath a Scotchman's bonnet), Of grace and polish add a little share, My limping lines be thy peculiar care; For lines will limp when passion is not full, And the keen edge of wit unused, turns dull: I ask no guidance into nature's plan, But rather sing of city life and man. The big-wigs o' the West in conclave met, To catch the fore-lock of Time's honour'd pate, As recent circumstances raised the thought, That certain alterations might be wrought Within the Kirk, 0 venerable pile ! To make it more complete and of a style. Who leads the van but Lawyer " Black-a-vis," In truth, I wot, a business man he is, Straight as a bullet he goes to the mark, To renovate our old ancestral ark; Galleries and pulpit, railings, windows too, Are swept within his comprehensive view �5 As being out of keeping with the place, Even tho' the biggin' got a whitewash'd face. But who is this, of sullen portly mein ? Big with the fate of Guildry-Fund's I ween, Pompous as portly, learned—as he looks— Cramfull of notions garbled from old books ; In architectural technic, " he's nae blate," Echinus, talon, plinth, and stylobate, He knows a torus from an astragal, And glibly can give Latin for " brick-wall." This is the Dean, the Lord Dean, some folks say, Wha's been at E'nbro' for his F.S.A. ! But where's his Crispin poet, who " sans rogans" Attempted with him lately to " mix moggans He'd sing in loftier numbers than I can, The greatness that belongs to little man ; MacFlecknoe-like lift up the lauding lays. And twine around his "stool" the poet's bays. He is not here, and thus it falls to me To chronicle the sage buffoonery. ?" �Who's next, with voice so pleasing, soft, and low, His nasal feature glorying in a glow Which sheds a radiance o'er his homely face, And adds a lustre where it wants a grace ? " What will it cost?" is all he wants to know— What will it cost! Three hundred pounds or so, To seat the area only of the Church, And leave the " garret people " i' the lurch. For't has been said by F.S.A. & Co., No vandal hands must to the galleries go, They're part and parcel of old Gibb's plan— Perfect! and wont improve by any man. Quite right, they wont improve—then take them down, The only frightful boxes in the town : Dreary and dusty—death to ladies' wares— Abandon comfort all that sit up stairs ! We all admit they're perfect in their way If perfect nuisances they mean to say— Where half the people hear but cannot see, In very truth " believers''' they must be. In front the Provost's dismal tester-bed, Foot thick with dust, holds up its heavy head. What then ? The same authorities declare �7 The asthetic glory of the Kirk lies there ! Perchance the father to this flattering thought, In luring fancy its illusion wrought, With hopes as thick as midges i' the sun, Of civic honours that may yet be won, Hopes that its vacant pillars yet may grace The stoic stillness of some stupid face. Full well I know that once outside the kirk, Into the " press" steps many a stately stirk, To crush opponents, whom they cannot carry, By the sheer weight of their vocabulary ; Some will claim hearing by their strength of cash, And social status consecrate their trash— But we plain mortals of the upper-flats Would reason with you,—Come, pray tell us, what's Basilica to us, or we to it, If by perpetuation we're to sit, Behind the pulpit among dusty timmers, Where sleep alone relieves us weary sinners ? We want to hear and see as well as you, Who sit beneath in easy, cushioned pew, And all the bunkum you may choose to scrawl, Of apsis, nave, pilaster, astragal, Can never justify our seeming doom, �8 To the perpetual shades of dust and gloom. Just take a twal-month up 'mang th' believers, Facts are the chiels that never turn deceivers, You'd shortly veer your " talkee talkee" round, Give more of sense, if less of empty sound. The plan on which we formed our Committee, Was " I'll claw your back, an' then ye'll claw me" ; It worked " richt bravely," for the parson smiled, To see how nicely each his neighbour oiled; Little was said, but " muckle thocht," that day, As each moved off, reflecting by the way. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/20e65d787299d50d0b10240d524e53b9.jpg 841c74279d711d4499c7d93b7d3748dc Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. 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Title A name given to the resource Groans from the Believers' gallery on the reseating of the "Auld West" Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Carrickfergus (Northern Ireland) -- History -- Siege, 1760 Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1874 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Aberdeen, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A diatribe against certain recent rulings and individuals who have been in charge of making decision regarding church reforms, construction, and the movement of seats within the ‘Auld West Kirk’. Certain individuals are lampooned, as are the changes in the congregation, in this invective against the upper class and business-like management of the kirk. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<span><a href="http://www.nls.uk/"><span>http://www.nls.uk/</span></a></span> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #3 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: George Middleton Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource poetry # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: poetry Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Middleton https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/185165e811005442069913367340c9a2.pdf 967fb4f824556426a7f834ed5c796d52 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/d55765adadc1a8a0227a91cfb9215a0a.jpg f005823d6d3245ffa2b8eb095d1a3616 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. 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Title A name given to the resource The Kirk, the poets, and the critics by an&nbsp;Auld West Kirk "Believer" Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1874 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Aberdeen, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 7 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A diatribe against the current changes and construction going in the Auld West Kirk in Aberdeen. Several officials are satirically lampooned, as are the physical changes being made to the kirk. In addition, several recent publications/chapbooks also against the changes to the kirk are alluded to in this poem by mentioning words from their titles and/or their authors. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<span><a href="http://www.nls.uk/"><span>http://www.nls.uk/</span></a></span> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #4 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: Alex. Simpson Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource poetry # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: poetry Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: Alex. Simpson https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/b1d24b71da8dca4acc1f34547ee668c0.pdf fc682e0ec3c4d4611e2adba6d74c822d PDF Text Text A OR, BACCHUS DETHRONED. A TEMPERANCE POEM. BY A W R I G MN OK N A. " If we subtract from the ignorance, the poverty, the suffering, the sickness, and the crime, which are now witnessed amongst us ; the ignorance, the poverty, the sickness, and the crime which are caused by one single, but the most prevalent, habit or vice of drinking needlessly—which destroys the body and mind, and home and family ; do we not all feel that this country would be so changed, and changed for the better, that it would be almost impossible for us to know it again ."—The Right Hon. John Bright, M. P. ABERDEEN: GEORGE 32 MORRICE, UPPERKIRKGATE. Price One Penny. �PUBLISHER'S PREFACE. BELIEVING that it is the duty of every one to do his part in trying to stem the tumultuous tide of intemperance that is surging over society, bearing, on its billows, degradation and misery, wickedness and woe, involving in its evil consequences, to a greater or less extent, every man, woman, and child in the kingdom ;—the following Poem, from the pen of a " Working Man," is offered to the public, in the hope that it will stimulate efforts on the part of all who have the good of their fellow-men at heart. The evils resulting from the drinking customs of society are so great and wide spread, that if they were abolished, the advantages to our country would be incalculable. Let it not be said, that the Author is a day-dreamer, in painting the prosperous condition of our country, after the dethronement of Bacchus has been accomplished, in such fair colours ; or that his ideas are Utopian, and unlikely to be realised. But let all who wish well to the cause of temperance and social prosperity, be earnest and harmonious, in striving for the realisation of this much-tobe-desired object, and long before a hundred years hence, in the words of John Bright, " this country would be so changed, and changed for the better, that it would be almost impossible for us to know it again." �A DREAM PROPHETIC: OR BACCHUS DETHRONED. WHILE musing alone, in a deep meditation, And thinking on life, with its snares and temptation, Its joys, and its sorrows, its hopes, and its fears, I was launched to the future one hundred years. I found myself strolling the streets of a town, An ancient city of fame and renown, Were it not for its landmarks, which stood as of yore, I scarce could believe that I knew it before. Such a change had come o'er it, since last I was there, It caus'd me in wonder, to gaze, and to stare ; In street or in terrace, in court or in wynd, A publican's drink-shop I never could find. I ask'd an old man of benevolent mein, " Can this be the city they call Aberdeen? For things are so alter'd, I'm puzzled to know, If these are the streets that I knew long ago. The people look happy, and healthy, and strong, I never meet one of the staggering throng, Of beggars, and vagrants, I see there are none, And the most of the ' bobbies' appear to be gone. �4 Where now are the dens where the liquor was sold ? And where are the men so defiant and bold ? Who doled out the poison for the sake of its gain, And laugh'd at the victims their traffic had slain. Has remorse taken hold of their hearts at the last ? Have they fled from the trade to atone for the past ? And consience-stricken revolt from pursuing, A calling that causes such sorrow and ruin. Be the cause what it may, I am eager to know, And I fancy that you can be able to show How it all came to pass ; sure the act would be kind, Were you now to consent to enlighten my mind." Astonished, he cried ! " where on earth have you been ? If you know not these things you must surely be green, It is now twenty years, on the first of October, Since the traffic was stopp'd, and the nation made sober. O ! that was a day which shall ne'er be forgot, From the end of the land to the famed John O'Groat— The people rejoiced, and with hearts unrestrained, They sung praises to God for the vict'ry gained. At this present day there are thousands alive, Who refused to believe that the time would arrive, When the strong-holds of drink would be all overthrown, And Bacchus, for ever expell'd from his throne. But when men are in earnest, and truth on their side, With faith in their cause, and their sympathies wide, When love is their aim, and their motives are pure, �5 By the blessing of God, their success must be sure. The clergy, who long looked on unconcerned, At length from enlightened conviction, had learned That by fostering habits, oppos'd to their Master, They would yet be arraign'd for the nation's disaster. Appall'd at the thought, they had rous'd themselves up, And at once from their tables they banish'd the " cup," And from pulpit and press, with their voice and their pen, They promoted the views of the temperance men. And the people were stirr'd, o'er the length of the land, With righteous zeal. And with stern command, Proclaim'd that no ' tinkering' measures would please, That the sale of the poison, for ever must cease. The struggle was hard, and the battle was long, Our foemen were fierce and their interest strong, And like hungry tigers, intent on their prey, They madly rush'd on to the front of the fray. But the fiat went forth, at high Heaven's command, ' Remove ye the curse from the midst of the land,' And their schemes, and their plans, and their armies combined, Were scatter'd like chaff, when it's tossed by the wind. You may search throughout Britain in all its domain— For a drink-seller's sign, but you search it in vain ; Where distilleries stood, is now planted with birches, And some are made stances, for schools, and for churches. What became of the men ?—did I hear you inquire ?— Who dealt in the liquid of death and of fire ! �6 Distillers, and vendors, and big-bellied brewers, Are earning their bread, making ditches and sewers. At first they were haughty, and hardly to please ; They expected to live all their days at their ease, But their riches took wings, they were glad of a crust, For none would engage them to places of trust. A few, it is true, ere the law came in force, Adopted a new, and a wonderful course, Disgusted, and sick, at the scenes, and the quarrels, They smash'd all their bottles, their casks, and their barrels. And employed their talents, their means, and their time, In proving that drink was the parent of crime, And their fervid appeals, and their pictures of woe, Assisted to hasten the fiend's overthrow. You may see what a blessing is brought by the change, No wonder you looked so doubtful, and strange ; Where strife, and starvation, were wont to be found, There, now peace and gladness, and comfort abound. The savings banks flourish, the churches are crowded, And men growing rich, once in poverty shrouded ; In the street where we stand, I could name half-a-score, Who have purchas'd the houses they rented before. The destruction of grain is finally ended, And used for the purpose the Giver intended, And the poor have good cause to be pleased with their lot, When the big quarter loaf can be bought for a groat. It is rumour'd the prison will soon be ' for sale,' �7 They had none for a week, except Barny Macgrail, A wandering wretch, who is harden'd in sin, He was found making free with a bottle of gin. I will tell you of something more wonderful yet, If you walk to the poorhouse, you'll see it ' to let,' While twenty years back, it was cramm'd to the door, This day, though you count them, you'll scarce find a score. And these are now claim'd by their friends and relations, Who once were kept poor by their frequent potations, And now as they're thriving—to make some amends, They have fully resolv'd on maintaining their friends ; And certain I am, that the news will be pleasing, When I tell you that madness is yearly decreasing, The doctors declare that if this is to last, The insane will be soon 'mongst the things that are past. Then why be surpris'd, that policemen are few, When they want their chief work—the incapable crew— And if things will improve, till the end of the fall, It is thought we can safely dispense with them all. All now will admit that the drink was a curse— Destructive to souls and to person and purse— And express their surprise that such terrible wrong, Was permitted to ruin the country so long. And the men who were once stigmatised as extreme,— And twitted, because they kept aye to one theme,— Are honoured, and lauded, in every place, And counted the truest, and best of the race. �8 I was one of that band," my informant exclaimed. " In the temperance ranks, from my youth I was train'd, And the peace, and the blessing, the land has enjoyed, These twenty years past, make my heart overjoyed. My days are nigh spent, I am waiting the call, Which sooner or later, must come to us all ; Farewell now my friend, I have told you my story, To God give the thanks, and the praise, and the glory." I clapped my hands, and I shouted with glee, Rejoicing, to think that my country was free. I awoke with the noise, disappointed I ween, To find that my vision had all been a dream. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/14df519c8fe1e46331836e1dca1ced32.jpg a1938132c0b68c9e04eb8ce5ed0c30ee Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3662 Width 2247 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A dream prophetic: or, Bacchus dethroned. A temperance poem by a Working Man Subject The topic of the resource Crime Religion and Morals Alcohol Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1875 per National Library of Scotland Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Bacchus dethroned Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. The chapbook begins with a “Publisher’s Preface” describing the evils intemperance and alcohol in this troubled time, and supporting the author in his desire for a society governed by temperance and the absence of drink. In the verses of the chapbook, the author describes a vision he has of Aberdeen, one hundred years in the future. He scarcely recognizes his city, clean of all crime, filth, and poverty and filled with happy, productive people, all due to the absence of alcohol which had been abolished for a century. The author paints a picture of an almost utopian society, describing with pleasure all the good that would come from a society of temperance, in religion, economics, and politics. In the end, he is disappointed to wake up and discover it was nothing but a dream. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<a href="http://www.nls.uk/">http://www.nls.uk/</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #5 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: George Morrice Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Genre: religion & morals Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Morrice https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/882c5fa3f594a4760b4938a890685d38.pdf 35a1f35388156beccdc934baf84f6925 PDF Text Text AULD RONALD: A WELL-KNOWN LOCAL CHARACTER, AND OTHER RHYMES. BY W I L L I A M R E I D . Of a the queer carls that daunder'd the toon, Though ye wad hae daucker'd ilk street up an' doon, The queerest of a' ye wad gat roon an' roon, Wad be an auld bodie ca'd Ronald. ABERDEEN : PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR. 1 8 7 3. �AULD RONALD. Of a' the queer carls that daunder'd the toon Though yew ad hae daucker'd ilk street up an' doon, The queerest of a' ye wad gat roon an' roon, Wad been an auld bodie ca'd Ronald. But whaur he cam' frae, or whan he cam hither, And wha was his father or gin he'd a mither, A' the folk I heard speak on't aye seem'd in swither, They nee'r gat a word on't frae Ronald. In appearance he looked like a senator Greek In toga or gown when rising to speak, Archimedian fire frae his flashin' eyes leaped, For nature's own noble was Ronald. His head it was o' the largest demensions, His brain was bang fou o' the drollest inventions; Inventors far less frae the Queen had got pensions, But she sair neglecit oor Ronald. Of a' kinds o' knowledge, of a' kinds o' lear', Auld Ronald had plenty enouch an' to spare; Rab Rorrisons wallet beside it were bare, He wad ta'en aff his bannet to Ronald. His speech was correct, aye sae terse and weel stated, Each sentence, each accent, sae weel modulated, E'en Garrick or Johnson wad gane half distracted Wi' envy, had they but heard Ronald. �3 He faund oot mair wonders than I could e're tell, New methods for makin' an' suppin' your kail, An' new farrant parritch frae essence o' meal, 0 great Epicurian Ronald. He made a machine for spellin' and writing That nane could gae wrang whan letters inditin'; An' gags for auld wives to keep them frae flytin' Mere pla' wark, their makin' to Ronald. He invented a stove for augmentin the heat Of a lang winter nicht wi' the help o' ae peat, In they times o' dear coal, had he lived to see't. They could ne'er raised the price on auld Ronald. His feet were encased in shoon o' his plannin,' Sae supple and swack, the toes made for springing Constructed for ease, for wakin,' or rinnin,' They fitted like gloves on auld Ronald. Amang a' the lave, for he tauld mair than me, He could catch a' the fishes that swim in the sea, Nae doot he could dane't for he ne'er tauld a lie, Though some ablichs dooted auld Ronald. An' though he was auld, and his claedin' but scanty, Though mealpock and almorie were gey aften empty, Yet still he was blithe as a young loon o' twenty, For blithsome and cheerie was Ronald. Though poor as the poor, wi' the poor he wad share His very last coin or a whack o' his fare, The beasts o' the field, or the birds o' the air, Thocht nae less 'bout the morrow than Ronald, �4 Some folk thought him crazed, a wee bit dementit, But this statement I'll make,if the printer will print it, There's a craze in maist folk if they only but kent it, We're sib in some things to auld Ronald. But death, the grim fae o' the wise man an fool, Cam' his way, laid him low, noo he sleeps wi' the mool, An left us to mourn him wi' sorrow an' dool, For we'll ne'er see anither like Ronald. And though he's awa, still in memory we'll cherish, His gifts and his worth, we will never let perish, That his name may livegreen is thehopean' the fond wish Of a' that e're kent and lo'ed Ronald. 'TIS AN ILL WIND THAT BLAWS NAEBODY GWEED. Some sing o' the winds, how they bellow and rave, O' howlin tornado by land and by wave, But let them sing on, for I hold by the creed— " It is an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed." Ye mind last October we waukend ae morn To witness the wrack o' our toon by the storm, Soon warkmen were busy on sclatin' an' lead, For " tis an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed." Yon puffy-cheeked parson can tell you richt weel How Eve gaed to wrack wi' the help o' the De'il, To him it is raiment, and weel buttered bread, For " tis an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed." �When neebours fa' oot ower a wee wind o' jaw, To get satisfaction they rin to the law, Ere the law gets its fee they are scrimpit indeed, For " tis an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed." There's puir Johnnie Drygirse has lost his auld wife, Wi' a lang scaldin' tongue she tormented his life, E'en Johnnie grinned oot when he heard she was dead, " It is an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." There's Tippler, ye ken him, on drink spends his gains, A' busket in rags are his wife and his weans, But ale-wives gae silk-clad frae tae to the head, For " ti's an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." There's Cuddie wha ruined himsel' by degrees, Wi' his dinners an' wines an' extravagant sprees. His comrades got fat on the excellent feed, For " ti's an' ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." There's Sandy the souter wha courted Bell Duff, Last week at some wordie frae her took the huff, He aff doon to Maggie, got buckled wi' speed, For " ti's an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." There's Peter got drunk at the Kirktoun o' Echt, He flang doon his claes for he wanted to fecht, A loon wi' the things flew awa like a glede, For ti's an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." When statesmen brak doon, or a king gets a fa,' Some chiel springs to power, claps his foot to the ba,' Thus ilk change o' fortune proves stronger my creed, " It is an ill win' that blaws naebody gweed." HHHB �6 MY MITHER TONGUE. My mither tongue, my mither tongue, Though grander speech there be, And lowly is thy hame attire Your dearer far to me, Than flaunting speech in gaudy dress That ever poet sung, What words can gae about the heart Sae warm's the mither tongue. The mither tongue, the mither tongue, The first we try to learn, The words come sweetly on mine ear I lispet when a bairn ; In skuleboy days we English gat, An' by our auld Scotch flung, But skule-hours past an' out to play We spak our mither tongue. My mither tongue, my mither tongue Rows saft and bonnilie In mony a lay and cantie sang As ane could wish to see, The strains that Allan, Rab, and Hogg, Wi' mony mair hae sung, The warld canna boast sic sangs There's in my mither tongue. My mither tongue, my mither tongue, What heart could thee withstan' Can e'e keep dry to hear thy voice Far in a foreign lan.' �7 Ah no the scenes o' early days Strong o'er my memory come, The tears they glint adoun my cheek To hear my mither tongue. My mither tongue, my mither tongue, Back through the drift o' years Ye wake a scene : a Scottish glen— My father's cot appears, A siller burnie fresh an' clear Wi' gouden broom o'erhung— An' weel-kent faces o' auld frien's, "Wha spak my mither tongue. My mither tongue, my mither tongue, 0, lang o'er Scotlan' wide, May ye be heard in ilka hame A t ilka ingleside O, may your couthie crack be lo'ed, Endear'd to auld an' young, An' doubly shamed the dastard loon Wha slights his mither tongue. TO T H E SCOTTISH VOLUNTEERS. I will sing o' the land where the bold tartans wave, Where the thistle grows green 'mid the free, 'Tis the land o' the hills, dark heath, and clear rills, That gather in foam to the sea. Oh wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, Land o' the mountain and lake, Oh wha wadna arm when danger surrounds thee Wha wadna bleed for thy sake. �8 ' T i s the land o' the heroes who barr'd the advance Of the conquering cohorts of Rome, [shocks Where the green pine tree rocks 'neath the north tempest Where the fierce eagle still finds a home. Oh, wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, &c. 'Tis the land where bold Wallace his banner unfurled, And marshalled our sires to the fight; Oh, Wallace thy name on the bright crest of fame Will dim not but ever be bright. Oh, wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, &c. 'Tis the land o' the martyr, the fearless, and stern, Who bowed not to Rome's priestly ire; But strong in his trust in the God of the just, Gave his limbs to the rack or the fire. Oh, wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, &c. Oh, lang lang may ye flourish thou land o' the Bruce, Of gallant king Robert the brave ; May thy hills aye be seen as they ever have been, Unconquered, untrod by a slave. Oh, wha wadna lo'e thee, Scotland, Scotland, &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3d04090b673fc26e4b4a180620face81.jpg 0abae168760385beeac9ec6f42cae66d Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3543 Width 2245 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Auld Ronald: a well-known local character, and other rhymes Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage emigration Religion and Morals Wit and Humor War Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1873 Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Tis an ill wind that blaws naebody gweed My mither tongue Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of four ballads, mostly humorous. The first is a satirical ballad about a local figure named Auld Ronald who appears to be well-known around Aberdeen. He is humorously portrayed as scantily clad, poor, and possibly a bit crazy, although he appears to be able to talk on many topics at length, including philosophy and cooking. The ballad also describes several of the supposed inventions that he has created throughout his lifetime, such as a specially designed stove, type-writer, shoes, and even a gag for old scolding women. The second song is a humorous account claiming that “’Tis an Ill Wind That Blaw’s Naebody Gweed [Good]” by describing bad things that happened to people that others benefitted from. The third song is an ode to the author’s ‘mither [mother] tongue’. He describes its role in his own life, growing up speaking it with friends and family, as well as its connections to kin abroad, and its beauty in songs sung past and present. It is not immediately clear if the author is referring to Gaelic (which is not mentioned by name) or to Scots, which the song is written in. The final song is addressed to the Scottish Volunteers, and spends most of its time describing the beauty, history, and heroism of Scotland and those who fight to defend it. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland&nbsp;<span><a href="http://www.nls.uk/"><span>http://www.nls.uk/</span></a></span> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #7 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: Printed for the author Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: Printed for the author https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/aa81fc8144653798e797b312829cb6ab.pdf e0e839d2fefc893756534d954624116d https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/854f57cc2f74792d949c7a4eea49ee6e.jpg 4e8ed5d49432c9e6db7f1250ed80dc7d Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3426 Width 2195 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Religion not beyond reason: a reply to the remarks of Alexander G. Burnett, Esq., of Kemnay, on broadchurchism, rationalism, and unitarianism Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1873 Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #11 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. The chapbook is a print edition of a letter originally submitted for publication to the editor of the Aberdeen Free Press in response to a piece written by Mr. Burnett in that newspaper on July 29th. An inscription on the opening page indicates that the letter was not published in the paper as the editor wished to bring the current discussion to a close, so the author decided to publicize his letter himself by printing in the current form. The letter addresses Mr. Burnett’s expressed opinion that Unitarianism leads to Aetheism and damnation, defending instead a rational approach to religion and theology. The letter quite thoroughly addresses Burnett’s criticisms at length and turns his own arguments against him as themselves “superstitious.” This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collection, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: George Middleton and Bookseller Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: religion & morals Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Middleton https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c73513d3b68c1c59bfc4ed41f5c6a216.pdf b02943c09fe1c7f6916bb85c966f6422 PDF Text Text The Excellent Old SCOTTISH SONG OF THE BLAEBERRY COURTSHIP; TO WHICH IS ADDED The Crook & Plaid. PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �THE BLAEBERRY COURTSHIP. W i l l ye go to the Highlands, my jewel, with me ? W i l l ye go to the Highlands, the flocks for to see ? I t is health to my jewel to breathe the sweet air, A n d to pull the blackberries in the forest so fair. T o the Highlands, my jewel, I will not go with thee, For the road it is long, and the hills they are high ; I love those valleys and sweet corn fields, [yield. More than all the blackberries your wild mountains Our hills they are bonnie when the heather's in bloom, I t would cheer a fine fancy in the month of June, T o pull the blackberries and carry them home, A n d set them on your table when December comes on. �3 Out spake her father, that saucy old man, You might have chosen a mistress among your own clan; It's hut poor entertainment to our Lowland dames, To promise them heather and blue heather bloom. Kilt up your green plaidie, walk over yon hill, For a sight of your Highland face does me much ill; For I will wed my daughter, and spare pennies too, To whom my heart pleases, and what's that to you ? My plaid it is broad, it has colours anew, Goodman, for your kindness, I'll leave it with you I have got a warm cordial keeps the cold from me— The blythe blinks of love from your daughter's e'e. My flocks they are thin, and my lodgings but bare, And you that has meikle the more you can spare; Some of your spare pennies with me you will share, And you winna send your lassie o'er the hills bare. He went to her daughter to give her advice, Said, if you go with him I'm sure you're not wise, He's a rude Highland fellow, as poor as a crow, He's of the clan Caithness for ought that I know. But if you go with him, I'm sure you'll go bare, You'll have nothing father or mother can spare; Of all I possess I'll deprive you for aye, If o'er the hills lassie you go away. It's father keep what you are not willing to give, For I fain would go with him as sure as I live ; What signifies gold or treasure to me, If the Highlands are between my love and me. ; �4 Now she is gone with him in spite of them a', Away to a place which her eyes never saw; H e had no steed for to carry her on, But still he said lassie think not the road long. I n a warm summer's evening they came to a glen, Being wearied with travel the lassie sat down : Get up my brave lassie let us step on, For the sun will go down before we get home, M y feet are all torn my shoes are all rent, I ' m wearied with travel and just like to faint, Were it not for the sake of your kind company, I would lie in the desert until that I die. The day is far spent and the night's coming on, A n d step you aside to yon mill-town, And there you'll ask lodgings for thee and for me, For glad would I be in a barn for to be. The place it is pleasant and bonny indeed, But the people are hard-hearted to them that's in need Perhaps they'll not grant us their barn nor byre, But I'll go and ask them as it is your desire. The lassie went foremost, sure I was to blame, T o ask for a lodging myself I thought shame: The lassie replied with tears not a few, It's ill ale, said she, that's sour when it's new. I n a short time thereafter they came to a grove, Where his flocks they were feeding in numberless droves, Allan stood musing his flocks for to see, Step on, says the lady, that's no pleasure to me. �5 A beautiful laddie, with green tartan trews, And twa bonnie lassies were buchting in ewes, They said, honoured master are you come again, Long, long have we look'd for your coming hame. Bught in your ewes lassie, and go your way home, I've brought a swan frae the north, I have her to tame; Her feathers are fallen, and where can she lie ? The best bed in the house her bed shall be. The lady's heart was far down, it couldna well rise, Till many a- lad and lass came in with a phrase, To welcome the lady, to welcome her home : Such a hall in the Highlands she never thought on. The laddies did whistle, and the lassies did sing They made her a supper might served a queen, Long life and happiness they wished her all round, A n d they made to the lady a braw bed of down. Early next morning he led her to the hay, He bade her look round her as far as she could spy, These lands and possessions my debt for to pay, Y e winna gae round them in a lang simmer day. O Allan! O Allan! I ' m indebted to thee, It's a debt dear Allan, I never can pay, O Allan! O Allan! how came you for m e ? Sure I am not worthy your bride for to be. H o w call you me Allan, when Sandy's my name ? W h y call you me Allan ? sure you are to blame ; For don't you remember when at school with thee, I was hated by all the rest but loved by thee. "I �H o w oft have I fed on your bread and your cheese, Likewise when you had but a handful of pease, Y o u r cruel-hearted father hound at me his dogs, They tore my bare heels, and rave all my rags, Is this m y dear Sandy whom I loved so dear ? I have not heard of y o u this many a y e a r ; W h e n all the rest went to bed, sleep was frae me, For thinking what was become of thee. M y parents were born lang before me, Perhaps by this time they are drowned in the sea, These lands and possessions they left them to me, A n d I came for thee, jewel, to share them with thee. I n love we began, and in love we will end, A n d in j o y and mirth our days we will s p e n d ; A n d a voyage to your father once more we will go, A n d relieve the old farmer from his trouble and woe. W i t h men and maid-servants to wait them upon, A w a y t o her father in a chaise they are g o n e ; T h e laddie went foremost—the brave Highland loon, Till they came to the road that leads to the town. W h e n he came to the gate he gave a loud roar,— Come down gentle farmer, Catherine's at your door. When he looked out at the wiudow he saw his daughter's face, W i t h his hat in his hand he made a great phrase.. K e e p on your hat, farmer, don't let it fa', F o r it sets not the peacock to bow to the crow. I t ' s hold your tongue, Sandy, and do not taunt me, F o r my daughter's not worthy your bride for to be. �Now he held his bridle reins till he came down, A n d then he conveyed him to a fine room ; W i t h the finest of spirits they drank a fine toast, And the son and the father drank both in one glass. THE CROOK AND PLAID. I f lassies love the laddies, they surely should confest, For every lassie has a lad she loes aboon the rest, He's dearer to his bosom whatever be his trade, And through life I'll loe the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid. He's aye true to his lover, aye true to me. H e climbs the mountain early, his fleecy flocks to view, He spies the little laverocks spring out frae 'mang the dew; His faithful little doggie, so frolicsome and glad, Wanders forward with the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid. For he's, &c. He pu's the blooming heather, he pu's the lily meek, Calls the lily like my bosom, the heather like my check; His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad, There's nae wooer like the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid. For he's, &c �8 I winna hae the laddie that ca's the cart and plough, Although he may be tender, although he may be true B u t I will hae the laddie that has my heart betrayed, H e ' s the faithful shepherd laddie, that wears the Crook and Plaid. F o r he's, &c. It's down beside the hawthorn that blooms in yonder vale, I'll meet him in the gloaming far frae the noisy gale, His words are aye so tender, my heart is aye so glad, For he kens the way sae nicely to row me in his plaid For he's &c. To such a faithful lover, oh who would not comply! True love gives greater pleasure than aught beneath the sky. If love be in your bosom my heart can ne'er be sad. And through life I'll loe the laddie that wears the Crook and Plaid. For he's &c. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ad2d50b585a267a2442aadcc853d3bc4.jpg a621ec698b1b9de469213f810f6a1bd8 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3072 Width 2009 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 047_a: Title-page illustration of a sheep in profile standing on patch of grass. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The excellent old Scottish song of the blaeberry courtship; to which is added The crook &amp; plaid Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1870-1885 per National Library of Scotland Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The crook & plaid Abstract A summary of the resource. Two songs about love. The first is the story of the love between a Highland lad and a Lowland girl. The girls’ father is against the match and disinherits her when she decides she runs off with him. In the beginning, it looks like she has made the wrong choice as she is forced to walk and beg for them both on the way to the Highlands, but when they arrive it turns out he is a laird and she is treated as the lady of a great estate. In the end they both go back to visit and reconcile with the father. The second song is a short ballad about a young girl’s love for a shepherd. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #12 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Highlands Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 2 Animal: sheep Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/cdd0edad42211b9edad66bcd811797a1.pdf 32d970981227a76321516ef23246f649 PDF Text Text THE DUKE 0F GORDON'S THREE DAUGHTERS; T O WHICH ARE ADDED, JEM OF ABERDEEN; AND THE BONNY HOUSE O' AIRLY. PRINTED FOR T H E BOOKSELLERS. �DUKE OF GORDON'S D A U G H T E R S . The Duke of Gordon had three daughters, Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean ; They would not stay in bonny Castle Gordon, But they went away to bonny Aberdeen. They had not been in bonny Aberdeen, A twelvemonth and a day, Till Jean fell in love with Captain Ogilvie, And away with him went she. Word came to the Duke of Gordon, In the chamber where he lay, How lady Jean fell in love with a Captain, And from him she would not stay. Go saddle me the black horse, he cried, My servant shall ride on the grey, And I'll go to bonny Aberdeen, Forthwith to bring her away. They were not a mile from bonny Aberdeen, A mile but only one, Till he met with his two daughters, But away was lady Jean. O where is your sister, maidens ? Where is your sister, now; O where is your sister, maidens, That she's not walking with you ? �3 O pardon us honoured father! O pardon they did say: Lady Jean is with Captain Ogilvie, And from him she will not stay. When he came to bonny Aberdeen, And down upon the green, There he did see Captain Oglivie, A training of his men, O woe be to thee Captain Ogilvie! An ill death shalt thou die, For taking to thee my daughter, High hanged thou shalt be. The Duke of Gordon wrote a broad letter And sent to the king, To cause him hang brave Captain Ogilvie, If ere he caused hang any man. No I will not hang Captain Ogilvie, For any offence that I see, But I'll cause him to put off the scarlet And put on the single livery. Now word came to Captain Ogilvie, In the chamber where he lay, To strip off the gold and scarlet, And put on the single livery If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon, This penance I'll take wi', If this be for bonny Jeannie Gordon, All this and more I'll dree. �4 Lady Jean had not been married, A year but only three, Till she had a babe in every arm, And another on her knee. O but I'm weary wandering! O but my fortune is bad, It sets not the Duke of Gordon's daughter, To follow a soldier lad. O hold your tongue, bonny Jean Gordon, O hold your tongue my lamb, For once I was a noble captain, Now for thy sake a single man. O high was the hills and the mountains, Gold was the frost and snow; Lady Jean's shoes were all torn, No farther could she go. O if I was in the glens of Foudlen, Where hunting I have been, I could go to bonny castle Gordon, Without either stockings or sheen O hold your tongue bonny Jean Gordon, O hold your tongue my dow; I've but one half-crown in the world, I'll buy hose and shoon to you. When she came to bonny Castle Gordon, And coming over the green, The Porter cried out, with a loud voice, Yonder comes our lady Jean. �5 You are welcome bonny Jeanie Gordon, You are dearly welcome to me ; You are welcome dear Jeanie Gordon, But away with your Ogilvie. Now over the seas went the Captain, As a soldier under command ; But a messenger soon followed after, Which caused a countermand. Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, To enjoy your brother's land ; Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, You're the heir of Northumberland. O what does this mean ? says the Captain Where is my brother's land ? Come home now, pretty Captain Ogilvie, You're the heir of Northumberland. O what does this mean ? says the Captain, Where's my brother's children three? O they are all dead and buried, The lands are all ready for thee. Then hoist up your sails brave Captain, And let's be jovial and free; I'll go home and have my estate, And then my dear Jeanie I'll see. He soon came to bonny castle Gordon, And then at the gate stood he; The Porter cried out with a loud shout, Here comes Captain Ogilvie ! �6 You're welcome pretty Captain Ogilvie Your fortunes advanced I hear, No stranger can come, to my gates That I do love so dear. Sir, the last time I was at your gate You would not let me in . I am come for my wife and children, No friendship else I claim. Then she came tripping down the stair, With the saut tear in her e'e, One babe she had at every foot, Another upon her knee You're welcome, bonny Jean Gordon. Your're dearly welcome to me, You're welcome bonny Jean Gordon, Countess of Northumberland to be. Now the Captain came off with his lady, And his sweet babies three, Saying, I'm as good blood by descent, Though the great Duke of Gordon you be. JEM OF ABERDEEN. The tuneful laverocks cheer the grove. And sweetly smiles the summer green Now o'er the mead I love to rove Wi' bonny Jem of Aberdeen. ; �7 Whene'er we sit beneath the broom, Or wander o'er the flowery lea, He's always wooing, wooing, wooing, O Jamie's always wooing me. He's fresh and fair as flowers in May, The blythest lad on a' the green; How sweet the time will pass away W i ' bonny Jem of Aberdeen! Wi' joy I leave my father's cot, Wi' ilka sport of glen or green, Well pleased to share the humble lot Of bonny Jem of Aberdeen. THE BONNY HOUSE O' A I R L Y , It fell upon a day, a bonny summer day, When the clans were a' wi' Charlie, That there fell out a great dispute Between Argyle and Airly. Argyle has called a hundred o' his men, To come in the morning early, [keld, And they hae gane down by the back o' DunTo plunder the bonny house o' Airly. Lady Ogilvie looked frae her window, sae hie, And O but she grat sairly, To see Argyle and a his men Come to plunder the bonny house o' Airly. �8 Come doon, come doon, lady Ogilvie, he cried, Come doon and kiss me fairly, Or ere the morning's clear daylight I'll no leave a standing stane in Airly. I wadna come doon, great Argyle, she cried, I wadna kiss thee fairly: I wadna come doon, false Argyle, she cried, Though you shouldna leave a standing stane in Airly. But were my ain guid lord at hame, As he is noo wi' Charlie, The base Argyle and a' his men Durstna enter the bonny house o' Airly O I hae seven bonny sous, she said, And the youngest has ne'er seen his daddie, And though I had ane as mony mae, They'd a' be followers o' Charlie, Then Argyle and his men attacked the bonny ha, And O, but they plundered it fairly ; In spite o' the tears the lady let fa', They burnt doon the bonny house o' Airly. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f6fee954607f0a66150f416398ca03cd.jpg 064ca1028cdaa338290a6d9f1f72a981 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3072 Width 1891 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Coat of arms on title-page with two lions rampant on either side of a shield with three castles pictured in the center. There is a crest featuring a man's head above the shield; beneath the shield is a motto, "Bon Accord" displayed on a banderole. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 046: Coat of arms on title-page showing lions rampant on either side of a shield with three castles pictured in the center. There is a crest with a man's head above the shield; beneath the shield is a motto, "Bon Accord" displayed on a banderole. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Duke of Gordon's three daughters; to which are added, Jem of Aberdeen; and the Bonny house o'Airly Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Crime Highlands Jacobites Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Jem of Aberdeen The bonny house o'Airly Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1870-1885 per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A collection of songs and ballads. In the first ballad, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Gordon goes to visit Aberdeen with her sisters and ends up marrying a handsome but poor captain without her father’s consent. When the Duke finds out, he chases down his daughter and tries to get the captain executed. The king refuses the request, but does have the captain demoted from his rank to a single soldier. Poverty and childbirth do not appear to suit the young lady and the family goes to visit her parents. Jean is welcomed by her family back home but her husband is shunned and sent away. The poor captain is sent across the sea until he suddenly receives word that he is made the Count of Northumberland as his brother and family have died. He returns to Gordon’s castle for his wife and family, who now join him happily, but scorns the welcome of his wife’s family who are suddenly much more friendly now that he is landed in his own right. This ballad is followed by two short songs, the first describing the pleasant courtship of a boy from Aberdeen, and the second recounting the attack of Argyle against the House of Airly while the Lord of Ogilvie is away fighting for Charles Stewart. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. 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Chapbook #13 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Aberdeen, Scotland Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Description An account of the resource Woodcut #46: Coat of arms on the title-page with two lions rampant on either side of a shield with three castles pictured in the center. There is a crest featuring a man's head above the shield; beneath the shield is a motto, "Bon Accord" displayed on a banderole. # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: lion(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Heraldry https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5857bbcbe7a9cf3ac2f899597d0914ed.pdf 5763b69b8b7a29dfa338182eaeca88d4 PDF Text Text THE HERMIT OF POWIS: A BALLAD ROMANCE Of the Olden Times. ABERDEEN: GEORGE MIDDLETON, SKENE SQUARE, 1873. �THE HERMIT OF POWIS . THE HERMIT OF POWIS lived in his cell, And shunned the converse of man ; His food was the coarsest, his drink was the brook That near to the Hermitage ran. He mumbled his prayers, and counted his beads, And scourged his flesh wi' twine, In the hope to atone for the sins of the soul By the body's doll and pine. And who was the Hermit, and what were his sins, That merited penance so drear ?— List ye to the tale of a soothfast bard, And both shall quickly appear : The Hermit had stood a noble Earl In the presence of his King— Had gaily hunted the boar and the stag, And fought in the field and the ring. The Hermit now so withered and grim, Was an Earl so fair to see, That there was no' a lady in a' the land But had sighed at the blink o' his e'e. But the Earl gave his heart to the fairest maid In the bounds of Scotland wide— To the sweet Mary Hay, the flower o' the Don, And her father's hope and pride. But her father was no' a belted knight, But a man of low degree, And it grieved his heart his daughter's love For a noble Earl to see. " There never cam' good o' a lordling's love For a maid so lowly born ; He'll win your heart, and break your heart, And leave you the scath and the scorn," �3 " 0 little d'ye ken, my father dear, This leal Lord's love for me ; He's won my heart, and he's sought my hand, And his bride I have sworn to be." And the Earl so loved this lowly maid, That he gave her his lordly hand, And made her mistress of all his castles, And lady of all his land. And time ran on till a year had gone, But never, by night or day, Was the gallant Leslie absent from The side of his Mary Hay. 4 The noblemen round might look askance, Their ladies might scoff and sneer ; His Mary was all the world to him, And he to her was as dear. Till town and country, high and low, The truth must needs declare, That never, in palace, castle, or cot, Had been witnessed a happier pair. But it fell on a day, a sweet summer's day, That there came, with white foam o'er, A steed with a royal messenger, And this was the message he bore ; " Boot ye ! Spur ye ! noble Earl— Go saddle your steed and ride ! For the English loons, with fire and sword, Have crossed the border side. " And need have we of our bravest knights, And need of their stoutest men, And stouter or braver than you, Lord Earl, There's none in our royal ken." When Mary heard this message read, Her cheeks grew pale and wan, But when she saw her Leslie's steed The tears in torrents ran. " O, let me gang, my Leslie dear, Your perils all to share ? I'll run a foot page by your side, The battle field I'll dare. �4 When dangers flash around your head, I'll cry to heaven to save ; And if you're wounded in the fight, My care will cheat the grave." " That never could be, my darling wife— But I'll not tarry long, For numerous are our Scottish bands, Their hearts are brave and strong. And soon we'll drive the English loons Across the border side, And I'll bring fouth of Southern spoil To deck my lovely bride. " " I care no' for pearls, jewels, nor gold, Nor robes of silken sheen, I'd rather have you, my Leslie, safe, Than the splendours of a queen." Lord Leslie kissed her lips and cheeks, As pale as the lily flower ; Then bade her maidens bear her in, And tend her well in her bower. But when he rode from his castle door At the head of his warlike band, His Mary Hay was the saddest wife In all the Scottish land. Our Scottish king his warlike bands Led forth in gallant order, And drove the Southern loons, like sheep, Over the English border. Then boldly marched on Southern soil To pay them ill for ill, And drove the beeves from off their fields, And the sheep from off the hill. And when he'd paid the knavish loons A penny for their plack, He led his troops with little loss And mickle plunder back. And feasted at the Scottish court For thirty days and three, The noble lords who in the war Had borne him company. �5 And formest in the field of light, And foremost in the sport, The brave Earl Leslie bore the palm O'er all the Scottish court. The Lady Arabella Stewart, The daughter of a king, Tho' her mother did not share a throne Nor wear a wedding ring, Cast eyes on this same noble lord In her royal brother's hall, And saw him, in face and courtly grace, The fairest of them all. And she has gotten her to the king, Fallen low down on her knee— "O royal Lord, 0 brother dear, An asking grant to me !" " Rise up ! Rise up ! Our sister dear, Your asking you shall have, Be it gold or gear, or house or land, Or title, that ye crave." " I crave nor title, house, nor land, I crave nor gold, nor gear, But it's all for a lord at your royal court That I plead in your royal ear. Lord Leslie he has ensnared my heart, By arts that I cannot divine ; And I crave your aid, my sovereign liege, This witchery to untwine." And if Lord Leslie has stolen your heart, This choice to him I'll gie, Either to offer you marriage to-morrow, Or else to be hanged on a tree." Lord Leslie sat and laughed and joked, In the midst of a merry ring, When word was brought him to repair To audience with the King. " There's a nobleman at our court, Lord Earl, Partaking our royal cheer, Who by wicked art has trepanned the heart Of a lady that we hold dear. �6 The Lady Arabella Stewart, The fairest of our fair, Has lost her heart, and to you Lord Earl, Deny it if you dare. But you are a true and a warlike lord, And this is the choice we'll gie— Either to marry the lady we've named, Or swing like a rogue on a tree." "My Liege ! my Sire ! my Sovereign Lord ! I've used no wizardrie, And if I have won the heart of this maid, The prize was unsought by me. And if my choice be to wed or to hang, My Sire, I must lose my life, For how can I wed Lady Arabel Stewart, And leave a better-loved wife ?" " A n d who may be this wife, Lord Earl, That you hold so wondrous dear ; And how does it chance that the lady's name Should never have reached our ear ?" " My wife is not sprung from noble sires— Her kin are of low degree, But dear as a queen to her royal spouse Is the choice of my heart to me." " A peasant can be but a leman, my Lord, To one that is nobly born, And, the word of a King, you'll marry our ward, Or swing ere a second grey morn !" The brave Lord Leslie left the King, A doleful man I ween ; But a change took place in his comely face That day ere the fall of e'en. That day was holden a tournament, The Queen was taken ill— And who but the Lady Arabel Stewart Was chosen her place to fill. Right well she played her Queenly part, And charmed the hearts of a'; But for every smile she gave the rest She gave Lord Leslie twa. �7 When days had come and days had passed, Lord Leslie had no' swung, But for him and the Lady Arabel Stewart, The wedding bells were rung. And he has gotten a trusty page His messages all to bear, And sent him on to Mary Hay To break the tidings with care. To offer her gold, to offer her gear, To offer her houses or land— To tell her that she was free to love And marry a lowlier man. The news were said, the offers were made, And the salt tears did no' come ; But she sat like a statue, or corpse of the dead, As motionless, paly, and dumb. She never cast blame on her faithless lord, Nor uttered one word to displease, But she drooped her head like a frost-nipt rose, And faded by slow degrees. And day by day she withered away, Till the fell destroyer Death Laid his skeleton hand on her marble lips, And checked their quivering breath. Now word's gone on to Edinburgh town, And reached Lord Leslie's ear, That the cold earth lay on the Mary Hay "Whom he once had valued so dear. " 0 woe's me now !" Lord Leslie cried, As he tore his raven hair, "I've killed the fairest, dearest wife, That ever breathed Northern air. Love me, Lady Arabel Stewart! Well may you love me noo, For I've blighted the fairest flower of the North, And all for the sake of you ! Well may ye sigh, Lady Arabel Stewart, And well may your tears be shed ; But ye canna bring peace to this perjured heart, Unless ye bring back the dead !" �8 Lord Leslie fled away from his home, And none knew whither he went; His lands fell in to his next of kin, And his gold by his lady was spent. But when years had sped, and his lady was dead, And his name forgotten 'mongst men, A Hermit appeared in Powis's grounds, And made him a sort of a den. He prayed, and starved, and scourged himself, Till his lean frame leaner grew, But at last the curtain dropt on the scene, And then the truth we knew. For a scroll was found by the side of the corpse, And these were the words it bore : " This is the clay of Leslie the Earl, Who sinned and suffered so sore." I've told this tale of the days of old In a simple, homely strain, But if it create one thought like this, It has not been told in vain : An honest, truthful, rightful course Is the best for death or time, For present anguish and future woe Are the offspring of vice and crime. Davidson & Smith, Printers, Aberdeen. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7c4a4d1a39189bf49f7b28829148ed54.jpg f4897801388f064dba3d11056cbc35a7 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3101 Width 1959 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The hermit of Powis: a ballad romance of the olden times Subject The topic of the resource Religion and Morals Religion and Morals Chapbooks - Scotland - Aberdeen Leslie, Alexander, 1582-1661 War Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1873 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Edinburgh, Scotland Powis, Scotland Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. This chapbook includes a tragic ballad of the Earl of Leslie, who falls in love and marries a young woman of lowly birth. When the King goes to war against the English who are raiding across the border, Leslie attends him and wins honour on the battlefield. But when the king brings back his lords to feast in Edinburgh, the Lady Annabelle Stewart, bastard sister to the king, falls in love with the handsome young lord and begs the king to marry them. Although Leslie insists he cannot marry because he already has a well-loved wife, the king gives him the choice of setting aside his low-born wife in favor of his sister, or hang. Leslie acquiesces and sends word to his wife, who dies of grief. When he hears of her fate, he rages against his wife and disappears. Years later, after his lands and wealth were gone and he had been forgotten, he returns as a hermit to Powis and endures a life of self-imposed penance and asceticism until his death reveals his true story. This chapbook is part of a collection of chapbooks produced in Aberdeen which have been bound together in this volume. Wikipedia entry on Alexander Leslie: Alexander Leslie, 1st Earl of Leven (1582 – 4 April 1661) was a Scottish soldier in Dutch, Swedish and Scottish service. Born illegitimate and raised as a foster child, he subsequently advanced to the rank of a Dutch captain, a Swedish Field Marshal, and in Scotland became lord general in command of the Covenanters, privy councillor, captain of Edinburgh Castle, Lord Balgonie and Earl of Leven. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Leslie,_1st_Earl_of_Leven Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. National Library of Scotland Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #14 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Aberdeen: George Middleton Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 0 Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Aberdeen: George Middleton https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/65f94e3f2538ea0f288761e7e7fa6f77.jpg 9290fa9260ea183bb7e5f01a6280948e Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3190 Width 1958 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut illustration on title-page of a bird perched on a single branch. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/ae2baed76815adc2319fc03dcb90bc1b.pdf da0dabfed03bbc536a41e9501f3b0298 PDF Text Text YOUNG G R I G O R ' S G H O S T , AN O H D S C O T C H SOSCU FEINTED r o E THE EOOKSELLEES. �GRIGOR'S GHOST. -oall ye young lovers in Scotland draw neru, Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear, Concerning two lovers that lived in the north, Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond Forth. This maid was the daughter of a gentleman Of the name of M'Far lane, and of the same clan; But Grigor was born in a Highland isle, And by blood relation her cousin we style COME But where riches are wanting we oftentimes see Few men are esteemed for their pedigree. *Tis father was forced, when he was a child, To leave this realm; and, when he was exiled, His lands they were forfeit, I let you know, Because of rebellion, the truth for to show. Both gold and vast riches he with him did give For his education, and how he might live. And solely he to the care of his friend, Was left by his father to be maintained; He learned him, indeed, to read and to write, In all rules of Arithmetic he made him perfect ; In Latin and French he taught him also, That he through the world was fit for to go. The king was recruiting, and all hands did employ, While her father as a servant used this young boy. i. f llJX A, �For all kinds of drudgery he made him to serve* And still to keep him as a corps of reserve ; Such a beautiful young man was not in the place, None could compare with him in stature and grace. The charming Miss Katie was oft in the way, One day in love's passion she to him did say— My dear cousin Grigor, I've something to tell, Which now from my bosom this day I reveal: You know that with lovers I'm plagued to the heart, But you are the object that makes me to smart; If you do but love me, dear cousin, said she, I'm happy for ever, so therefore be free. Then, said he, dear Katie, I'm all in a stun, I suppose your intentions are nothing but fun; But had I a subject to balance with you, I'd think myself happy your suit I might trow. 0, said she, dear Grigor, I'm no way in jest, And if you deny me then death's my request; You know the substance and wealth that I have, 'Tis enough to uphold us both gallant and brave. I know that my parents for more riches are bent, But a few years by nature will make them extinct. Till which time, my Grigor, I do make this vowv That I never will marry another but you. 0, then he consented and flew to her arms, And said, my dear Katie, I'm killed by your charms But if your parents this fond love should know, Fhey soon will cause our sad overthrow. Of t'l it, my dear Grigor, be silent I pray, This night we will part, and will meet the next day, �Under the broad oak by the cave in the glen, Where more of my mind to you I'll explain. P A R T II. Her mother next morning, by the blink of h er eye, Betwix^t her and Grigor great love did espy, And she to her husband the same soon revealed, Giving orders to watch them as they're in the field. All day then her father went looking about, And after her he still kept a look out, Till hard on the evening she went to the glen, Where Grigor was waiting to hear her explain The way they would manage and make matters go, Her father did follow and heard them also, He stepped in softly, stood over the cave, Hearing their discourses, how they would behave. At length he advanced, cried Grigor what now ? Is this the reward from such an orphan as you ? You know I've maintained you since seven years old, And now your intentions they seem very bold. Then Grigor ask'd pardon, and thus he did say, Sir, I'm at your disposal, then do as you may ; The old man in a passion there chiding did stand, Till Katie took courage and speech into hand. Why mean ye dear father on us for to frown ? Was this man a beggar I'm sure he's our own, He's of our kindred, our flesh, and our blood, And you know very well his behaviour is good. T i s him that I chose for my husband, and shall; Go, give all your riches to whom that you will, �6 Do not think I'm a hog or a horse to be sold, Away to some num-skull that has nought but gold ? The father in a rage to the mother did go, And told their proceedings with sorrow and woe; He seem'd that night as his auger had been gone, Lest that young Grigor from the place should abscond. jJut he sent a messenger into Inverness, Which brought out a party young Grigor to press And for to make ready gave no time we hear, He ask'd but one i&vour, a word of his dear. When being denied, the old man with a frown, Said, soldiers can have sweathearts in every town • A t this the young lady cried bitterly, May the heavens requite you for your cruelty. Young Grigor took courage and marched away, When the Captain viewed him thus to him did say. For the lady that lov'd you, sir, I pity her case, Who's lost such a beauty and sweet blooming face. His lady cried out, what a wretch can he be, Caus'd press this young man for no perjury. His long yellow hair to his middle hangs down, O'er his broad shoulders so fine round and round Now Grigor considering his pitiful case, Received the bounty, and swore the peace; His captain unto him a furlough he gave, To see his dear Katie he once more hid crave. Two lines he then sent her by a solid hand, That he under the oak at midnight would stand, For to wait upon her, and hear her complaint, And there for to meet him she was well content. �3 Hf*r \ows she renewed, and with tears not a few, And a gold ring on's finger as a token she drew, Which was not to move, come death or come life, Till that happy moment he made her his wife. She fain would go with him but he answered no, For your parents would follow and cause us more w M y Maker be witness, and this green oak, said he, That I never shall love a woman but thee. iirf And there then he left her a-weeping full sore, Poor creature she never got sight of him more, For in a short time thereafter he went to the sea, And left the sight of Britain with the tear in his eye, And went to America, their orders being so, There proved a gallant soldier, and valour did show; That for his good behaviour they ne'er could him blame From a Corporal to a Sergeant he became. fV t; '' '' /' t' 3 :f 7 "yvol jmH ybal erf* wl n.r, < /, -\a& vtaB-u-.f J dpMci Jaol e'odW 5 P A R T III. vrn' on 'rol ns«i annoy 883KJ nanflJ Being near Fort Niagara in the year fifty-nine, On the thirtieth of July, as he always did iiicline To frequent the green-wood, at some distant place, To breathe out his sorrows his mind to solace. ' * wo/. 1 Among the savage Indians, alas! there he fell, But how he was murdered we cannot well tell, > '* For on the next morning they found him there dead. r v>o Indians lay by him wanting their heads, # . Cut off with his broad-sword as is uixderstpo^, A s there all about him was nothing but bloocl; • • �Five Wounds on his body, his hair scalped away, •Hite clothes, sword, and pistol, of all made a prey. And one of his fingers from his hand they had cut, On which was the gold ring from his lover he got. In that very moment in Scotland we hear, A dreadful spectre to his love did appear. <;. .. • A s she was a-weeping under the green oak, He quickly passed by her and not a word spoke, Yet shaking his left hand, where the ring he did wear. It wanted a finger, and blood dropped there. Whereat the young lady was struck with amaze, And rose to run after and on him did gaze, && she knew it was Grigor, but how in that place, It made her to wonder and dread the sad case. With terror and grief home she did retire, And spent the whole night in weeping and prayer ; So early next morning she rose with the sun, And went back to the green oak to weep all alone. For always she esteemed that place as we hear, A s on it she got the last sight of her dear; As there she sat weeping and tearing her hair, Again the pale spectre to her did appear. And with a wild aspect it stared in her face, Then said, 0 dear Katie, do not me embrace, For I'm but a spirit though shining in blood, My body lies murdered in a foreign wood. There's two wounds in my body and three in my side, With hatchets and arrows that's both deep and wide My scalp and fine hair for a premium are sold, As also ihy finger with the ring of pure gold. �I Which you threw upon it as a mark of true love, Love's stronger than death, for it does remove, But my earnest desire it is for you, m^ dear, And till you are with me I'll still wander here. For this world's but vanity, all's but a vain show, 'Tis nought to the pleasures where we are to g o ; She went to embrace him, being void of all fright^ But he in a moment went out of her sight. Then home in great horror to her father did run, Crying, 0 ! cruel father now what have you done ? Grigor, lov'd Grigor came to me in blood, And his body lies murdered in an American wood. He showed me his wounds, and each bleeding sore, And therefore my pleasures on earth are no more, Her father looked at her as one being amaz'd, Then said my dear Katie, your brains they are craz'dL But still she mantained it and cried like a child, Never after was seen for to laugh nor to smile ; Brought to her all doctors, whose skill was in vain, But still gave opinion she was sound in the brain. Her body decayed, her face grew wan and pale, She soared to her true love, beyond death's dark vala, First her, then her mother, in one night expired, I hope she enjoys the bliss she desired. Now the old father cries, bereft of all joys, Though he has plenty of gold no girls nor boys. Let ail cruel parents to this take great heed, His pretty young daughter is now with the dead. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 045: Title-page illustration of a bird perched on a single branch. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Young Grigor's ghost, an old Scotch song Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1870-1885 per National Library of Scotland Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953134483505154">s0255b37</a> Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Fort Niagara, Ontario Inverness, Scotland Forth, Scotland United States Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Abstract A summary of the resource. A young Lowland McFarlane woman falls in love with her cousin, the son of a dispossessed Jacobite Highland lord of clan who has been raised and maintained by her father as his ward. Despite his poverty, Grigor is well-educated, good-looking, and in the king’s service when his cousin, Katie, declares her love for him. Grigor at first does not take her proposal seriously, but when she assures him of her sincerity, he eagerly agrees to marry her, although she urges him to keep quiet until she has figured out how to arrange things without the knowledge of her disapproving parents. Before they can meet the next day, however, Katie’s mother discovers their romance and warns the father, who follows them to their arranged tryst and confronts them both. Grigor apologizes for his behavior, but Katie bravely stands up to her father, declaring that she is not a “hog or a horse to be sold, Away to some num-skull that has nought but gold,” and that Grigor is the only one for her. The father seeks to break them up and Grigor is pressed into military service. The two lovers arrange to meet in secret and pledge their troth with rings, but then Grigor is shipped off to serve in America. He is known for his bravery and good behavior and is promoted before being slaughtered by Indians at Fort Niagara in July 30, 1859. His corpse is scalped and mutilated, including cutting off his hand that bore his betrothal ring. At this instant, his spectre appears to Katie in Scotland, who is frightened by the bloody apparition. He appears to her a second time the next day and this time explains his death to her. When she cries and tells all of this to her father, he thinks she is crazy and sends for doctors, but no medicine can cure her broken heart and she dies soon after, to the regret of both her parents. The song ends with a warning to all parents against keeping young lovers apart lest they lose their children altogether. 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Chapbook #15 in a bound collection of 17 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage emigration Highlands Jacobites Robert I, King of Scots, 1274-1329 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph libaspc@uoguelph.ca 519-824-4120 Ext 53413 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource supernatural & ghost stories # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: bird(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: 1871-1880 Chapbook Publisher - [No Place] : Printed for the Booksellers Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene