1 10 17 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/543a4fcfe73dfd73ca6f5f630e588ec5.jpg 348691286b26769f4a6eb45bad20b325 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 on title-page portraying young man wearing a straw hat, coat, and striped socks, sitting on a rock with a bowl of berries? https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/3236da2f9bed0d90757aabfd7b5cba1c.pdf 4b0d420221201f02b40683d7d5259b19 PDF Text Text FIVE EXCELLENT SONGS. .aHHlLMHIitt i /iA L&VXV'O- 21HT THE CONSTANT SHEPHERD. THE WREATH. WELCOME SUMMER BACK THE DAINTY BIT THE AGAIN. PLAN. BACHELOR. GLASGOW; PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. 25. �SONGS. THE CONSTANT SHEPHERD. My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy ; His breath is sweeter than new hay, His face is fair and ruddy: His shape is handsome, middle size, He's comely in his wauking; The shining o' his een surprise; It's heaven to hear him tanking. Yestreen I met him on a bawk, Where yellow corn was growing, Where mony a kindly word he spak, That set my heart a-glowing. He kiss'd and vow'd he wad bo mine, And lo'ed me best o' ony ; That gars me like to sing sinsyne, 0 corn riggs are bonny. Let lasses o' a silly mind Refuse what maist they're wanting, Since we for yielding were design'd, We chastely should be granting* Then I'll comply and marry Pate: And syne my cockernony He's free to touzle ear' or late While corn riggs are bonny. �3 THE W R E A T H . Ye shepherds tell me, tell mo, have you seen, Have you seen my Flora pass this way, in shape and feature beauty's queen, In pastoral, in pastoral array. Chorus. Shepherds tell me, tell me, tell me have you seen, Have you seen my Flora pass this way, Have you seen, tell me, shepherds, have you seen, Tell me have you seen my Flora pass this way. A wreath around her head, around her head she wort Carnation, lily, lily, rose, And in her hand a crook she bore, And sweets, and sweets her breath compose. Shepherds tell me, &c. The beauteous, the beauteous wreath that decks her head, . Forms her description, her description true, Hands lily white, lips crimson red, And cheeks, and cheeks of rosy hue. Shepherds tell me, &c. WELCOME S U M M E R B A C K AGAIN. In Flora's train the graces wait, And chase rude winter from the plain ; As on she roves, the wild flowers spring, And welcome summer back again. �4 Spring dances o'er the plain, Flowering all the woodland scene, Then join with me, my lovely May, To welcome summer back again, The budding wild will soon perfume The air, when balm'd by April's rain; 'Mong banks clad o'er wi* waving broom, We'll welcome summer back again. In yon sequester'd scene, The mavis sings his cheerful strain, And there we'll meet, my lovely May, To welcome summer back again. When yellow cowslips soent the meadv Then gladness o'er the plains will reign ; And soon, my love, we'll pu' the flowers, And welcome summer back again. Spring dances o'er the plain, Flowering all the woodland scene, With blooming garlands in her train, To wekome summer back again. THE DAINTY BIT PLAN. Our May had an e'e to a man, Nae less than the newly-placed Preacher: And we plotted.a dainty bit-plan For trapping our spiritual teacher, O, we were sly, sly! 0 , we were sly and sleekit! But ne'er say a herring is dry until it be reestit and smeekit. �We treated young Mr M'Gock, We plied him wi' tea and wi' toddy ; And we praised every, word that he spoke, Till we put him maist out o' the body. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. Frae the kirk we were never awa', Except when frae hame he was helping ; And then May, and often us a', Gaed far and near after him skelping. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. We said aye, which our neighbours thought droll, That to hear him gang through wi' a sermon, Was, (though a wee dry on the whole,) As refreshing's the dew 011 Mount Hermon. O, we were sly, sly! &c. But to come to the heart 0' the nit— The dainty bit plan that we plotted Was to get a subscription afi-t, And a watch to the minister voted. 0 , we "were sly, sly! &c. The young women folk 0' the kirk, By turns lent a hand in collecting; But May took the feck o' the wark, And the trouble the rest 0' directing. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. A gran' watch was gotten belyve, And May wi* sma' prigging, consentit To be ane 0' a party 0' five To gang to the Manse and present it. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. �6 We a' gied a word o' advice To May in a deep consultation, To hae something to say unca nice, And to speak for the hale deputation. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. Taking present and speech baith in hand, May delivered a bonny palaver To let Mr M'Gock understand How zealous she was in his favour. 0 , we were sly, sly! &c. She said that the gift was to prove, That his female friends valued him highly, But it eouldna express a' their love; And she glintit her e'e at him slyly. 0 , we were sly, sly ! &c. He put the gold watch in his fab, And proudly he said he wad wear i t ; And, after some flattering gab, Tauld May he was gaun to be marryit. 0 , we were sly, sly! 0 , were sly and sleekit! But Mr M'Gock was nae gowk, wi' our dainty bit plar to be cleekit. May came liame wi' her heart at her mouth, And became, frae that hour, a Dissenter, And now she's renewing her youth Wi* some hopes o' the burgher Precentor. 0 , but she's sly, sly! O, but she's sly and sleekit! And cleverly opens ae door as soon as anither is steekit. �7 THE BACHELOR. My master was an auld Batch, Baitli crabbed and uncivil: Than kiss a lass, (except when f o u ) He'd sooner kiss the d 1. An' he had gowd and sil'er baith, As meikle's fill a barrel; A gaudy house, an' grand estate, Might serve a duke or earl. But woman's ways he coudna thole— The cause o' a disasters ; He'd sneer, an' jeer, an' curse the sex. And ca' them downright wasters. But then, again, when he was fu', His love was overbearing; He'd kiss an' slake about my mou', Nae wife nor sil'er fearing. As I was growing auld mysel', And lovers growing scanty, I thought upon my master's house, His gear an' sil'er plenty. So I got witnesses ae night, When he was reeling rarely, To hear his tender promises, An' see us bedded fairly. He sought me to his chamber ha', And troth, I didna swither ; But gave a sweet complying smile, An' alf to bed thegither. But oh! that morn when he awoke ! Ere he could weel consider, �8 He drew his arms frae 'bout my neck, As if he'd touch'd an adder! " Weel, B e t ! " says he, what brings you here My troth, biit you re a trimmer! Gae, rise, an' mend the kitchen fire, You lewd lascivious liramer ! " " Na, na, gudeman ! do that yoursel'— I'll rise when I am ready ; I was your servant yesterday, But now I am your l a d y ! " But wha could paint his waspish face, As I the fatfts were tilling! His miser-moans, his sii'er-shrinks, Were like a cuddy's yelling! W i ' rage, he fell upon the floor, And gi'ed a mar like thun'er; But matrimony's chains are strong— There's few they'll not keep un'er. Now since his single woes are past, An' lie has got a baby, His looks liae quite anither cast, His dress is never shabby. A n ' aye he blesses Bet his wife, The night she nail'd him till her, An' wadna be a Batch again For a' his Ian' an' sil'er. J t1 K'c 'xiA ?xi_> . if i w j 'ed &%3 � 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 036: Title-page illustration of a young man wearing a straw hat. He is sitting on a rock with a bowl in his hand. 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 Five Excellent Songs. The Constant Shepherd. The Wreath. Welcome Summer Back Again. The Dainty Bit Plan. The Bachelor. Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Constant Shepherd The Wreath Welcome Summer Back Again The Dainty Bit Plan The Bachelor Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923314893505154">s0427b18</a> Description An account of the resource 25 printed at foot of title page 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 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 1 Activity: eating Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Food & Drink Gender: man/men Nature: flower(s) Nature: rock(s) Occupation: shepherd Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/da0ca8e0d6faf198b95c68b6ea45925c.jpg 8fe72ed2dc64aab59174f2a225157042 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 soldier in Highland dress in an outdoor scene. https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/197bc2d87aa2f52ec2cea69fbc6021c9.pdf 7926c3c42687b488b36d0109d98e8f8d PDF Text Text THE OLD SCOTCH SON© OF TOCN© O r G h o s t * GLASGOW PRINT*® FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �Y o u n g Grigor"s p \ur Ghost. r. Corne al] ye voting lovers in Scotland d r a w sear l^nto this sad story which now ye shall hear (Concerning two lovers that iiv'd in the n«>rth, A m o n g s t the high mountains that stand beyond Forih This m a i d was the d a u g h t e r o f a gentleman, O f the n a m e o f M Farlane and of the same d * m ; Hut G r i g o r was born in a H i g h l a n d Is-e. A ad by blood relation her cousin we style B a t where riches are w a n t i n g we oftentimes see Few men are esteemed for their p e d i g r e e ; H k father was forced, when he was a child, T o leave this realm • and when he was exit'd, His lands they were forfeit, I let you knotf, Because of rebellion the truth for to show Roth gold and vast riches he with him did give, For his education, a n d ho** he m i g h t live, And solely he fo the care o f his friend, W e * Ifcft by his father to be m a i n t a i n ' d ; H e learrrd him indeed for to read arid to writs, In all rules of A r i t h m e t i c he m a d e him perfect. In L a t i n and Fierich he had taught hina also, That he through the world was fit for to go ; k i n g was recruiting, all hands did e m p ' o y . • " W'hiJe h#r father as a servant us d this y o u n g boy, atu k m is o f d r u d g e r y he m a d e him to serve. j^mti still to ke*.p h i m as a corpse o f reserve : a be&'.ariful y o u n g m a n was n o t in t h e p'-aee 'tamts«ve could c o m p a r e w i t h him in stature and grace �3 T i e charming. Miss K a t t y was oft hi _ the way, $ n e day in iuve s p i s t o n she.to hi in did say, tMJ, M y dear coasm rigor I've s o m e t k i m g to' tell, W h i c h r o w from my bosom this ci-»y I reveal. Y o u k n o w with lovers i m p l a ^ a ' d to the heart But sou are the object that makes me to smart ; I f yon do but iuve me, dear cousin s-sid she, 1 'm happy iV>r ever so therefore be free. Then said he. dear K a t f y lem all in a s u m i suppose your intentions are nu thing. biti fun : Fur bad i a subject to ba ranee wi,1i you. 1'U c a u n t myself happy your suit 1 might, true. 0 ! said she dear t J rigor. I m no way -in A n d i f you deny me. then death s my rt--quest, Y o u know the. substance and wealth t h a i I heve, 'lis enough to up ho d us all both' gallant & br^ve 1 know thai my parents fV-r mure riches are bent B u t a few years by nature wib muk t h e m extinct Till n hich tinie mv <j.ri^or-1 • mak,e ibis vow, • T h a t I never wiii marhy another but you O then he c o n s e n t e d , an«J flew ?o her arms f A n d . said my dear K atty I'm kill d by your charms But i f y o u r parents tli'l* fond uj v e should know, T h e y scon will cause' our sad ovrf throw. O f that *«y dear ( t r i ^ o r eg silent I pray. This n i g h t • vie -will -paH, a n d m i l meet the next &s8y, ^: "Under the broad oak, by the cave in the glefc, W here more of ray .aiind u n t o you- I'll' fcxpiaiey * p IT r II t i e r mother, .next m o r n i n g by a bltqk o f her eye B e t w i x t her &&a btri^or great love oid �4 Vnd she to her husband t h e game soor* reveal* d ^riviag orders to watch them as they re h the field All day then her father went w a ! k ; n g a b o u t , \rtd after her he still kept a look « ut,, Till hard on the evening she went t o the W h e r e G'Tigor was w a k i n g t o hear feer explain 11?e way they would -manage Sc m a k e matters H e r father did follow and beard them a ? so. H e stepped in sofdy stood over the cave H e a r i n g their discourses how diey would behave U length he advarrc d cri'd Grig-or what now. Is this the reward from such an o / p h a n as y o u ? ¥ o h know I've maintained y o u since seven years ©Id \tsd no*' your intentions they-seem very b o ' d . Then G r i g o r ask "d p a r d o n . a n d thus h e did - m y ^rr I ' m at v i m r disposal, then do a-s y o n m a y , The old m a n i n a passion tbetv c h i d i n g did &t&'B-d Till K a t t y t o o k courage -and took speech in hand W h a t m e a n y o u , dear fataer on us for to fro a h W a s t his m an a beggar I ' m °s ure he ' s o u r o w n, He's of'our kindred our flesh, and ovr blood, And y o u very well know his b e h a v i o m rs g o o i ' I t s h i m that I chose for my husband & shall ;; K§'o give all your riches to whom that you will, D o not think I rn a horse or a hog t o fee £old v way t o some numbskull that has ncroght hut T h e f a t h e r in a rage t© the mother gid ga "rid told 'their proceedings with sorrow and was ^ m ^ e e m ' d t h a t rfrgbt as hrs anger had been g o n e ( G*ig<1r khre t p c f e ' i i �5 Brat lie ?etvt a »ies<«ngQr into Inverness. W h i c h brought out a parry youn«• Grigor11? t>rcs-s J n d for to m a k e ready gave no time we hear, ask'd hut ®ne favour a word o f his dear tfhen b e m g denied* the old m./n wiih a frov?n Said, so ! dier§ can have s w e e t h e a r t in every At this t h e y o u n g l a d y cri d bitteriy, M a y the heavens requite y o u for year-cruelty, Y o u n g Cr-rlgor took courage atid marched a w a ^ W h e n the C a p t a i n viewed him t h u s to him di i say •For the lady that loVd you Sir I pity her case, W h o ' s lost such a beauty & sweet b l o o m i n g Mis lady cri d out, what a wretch can he be, il&us'd .press th's y o u n g man for no p e r j u r y , II is long yellow hair to fois m i d d l e hangs a own, O v e r his broad shoulders so fine r o u n d round. N o w G r i g o r >co n s i « e r k i b "his sprit i'ful »c$sfe, d e c e i v e d the bounty and ?wore the peace Mis Captain u n t o him afourk>ugh he gav'e, T o see his dear -Ratty once more he did crave, T w o lines he then sent her by a solid hand. T h a t he u n d e r the oak at m i d n i g h t would stared, -For to wait upon h e r , and hear her complaint /it*d there f o r to meet 'him s'he was well-con*®fit H e r vows Whe renewed with tears n o t a .'lew, Snd a gold-ring on's fingsr as a t o k e n she dew. W h i c h was not to move c o m e death or come life Ti l that happy m o m e n t he made her his * rfe S h e fain would *go with h i m , b i n he a n s w r e i 'no, ffoTjyeitiTipaffg^ts mU <&tme m-mmm �§ M y M a k e r be witness, and this green oak said he T&m 1 ne e? ska.i cnj.&y a w o m a n but lh.:o. And these then he left h«r a weeping fail sore Poor creature t h e never got sight oi him rnort, For in short t i m e , tin. realtor he-went to se?.. A n d left the s g h t o f Britain., with the u a r in his eye, *-nd went to me. i j a their orders being so, T h e r e prov d a gallant soldier & vaiour did show T h a t fo: his behaviour they ne er cou d -him b . u ^ e Pr&m a Corporal at lasUto a Sergeant he c a ^ € . P > R T 111 Being near Fort N i a g a r a in the year fifty-nine ©•n the 30th o f J u l y , as he a V a i s d ; « iric u e, T o fVequ?nt the green-wood at some distant p-ace T o breath out his sorrows h i , mind t~> tofotW rnong ike savage Indians -alas here lie &H B u t how he was m u r d e r e d we cannot wel; te I, Fur en the ntxi morning they f o a n d h i m there de-id T w o Indians l.?y by him wanting t h t i r heads, C « t off with his.-'broad ord . as is uuder.s;ood, ^s there ail around him was nofelvng but blood In ye wounds, in his body, his. hair sea p ' 4 .away, H w . d til.-4 sword' and pistol oi ah m a d e a pr.«»y A n d one o f ins fingers from his hand they had cut, O b which was the gold ring from-'his lover he g o t I n thai very m o m e n t t h o u g h in Scotland we k t a r A dreadful spectre to his love did appear, As she was-a-weeping under the.green oak, Me past by her and not a word spok%% �7 Y e t shaking his left h m d , where die ring fee dtid wear, \ hieh wanted a. finger pnd blood d r o p p e d there. \ Whereat the y o u n g lady was struck with amasre A n d rose to run after, and on h i m did aa^g ; A< she knew it was G r i g o r , h u t h o ^ in that pla@e It made her to wonder and dread the sad ease. W i t h terror and grief h o m $ she did retire. ^ ad spent the whole nighv in s e e p i n g and prayer pnrty next m o r n i n g she rose with the su**, "A ad we at back to the" green o i k ro weep ai-1 alone For always ^he esteem d ilu»t place as we hear A*> on it she got the last sight o f her dear ; A * there she sat weeping and tearing her hair, A^aln the pale spectre to her did appear* Asd with a wi'd aspect it star'd in her T&en said, O dear K a u y d o not me e m b r a c e , F«w I ' m hot' a spirit t h o u g h shining in blood, M y body, lies m u r d e r e d in a foreign wood. I'here two w o u a d s in my body and three HI my side W i t h hatchets & a/rows that f both deep & wide M y sea p an J. fine hair far a p r e m i u m are sold, A-.A also m\ linger. wi;h the ring of pare gold. ^ kich you t brew u p o n it as a mark o f true love L'lve's stronger than death, for it does remove, For m y earnest desire it is for y o n , my d e a r , And ti-1 y o u are with me 1 il still wander here. Fer this world s hut vanity all s but a vain show Tis n o u g h t to the pleasures where we are to go. J �8 Sfee w r n i to embrace him being void of a>l E'Jt h& in a m o m e n t went o u t o f her sight. ftight Tlieo h o m e in great k error to her father d i d r u n C r y i n g '3h , cruel father now what have you d o n e ^ r i ^ a r lov d G r i g o t eame to me in b l o o d ? A a d h s body lies m u r d e r d in an A snericsn w©.®€$ H e shewed me his wounds, and each bleeding sore, therefore my pleasures on earth are no m o r e H e r father look d at her as one being a m a z d , T h e a said, my desr K a t t y , your brains vhey are eraz d B u t itiil she m a i n t a i n d it and cri { d like a e h i M fe er after was s^en for to laugh nor to smile, B r o u g h t to her a:l doctors whose skill wa:-* in vain W%& still ^ave opinion she was sound in the brain, H a r body decayed and her face wan and pale, S h e soar-d to her true love, b e y o n d deaths dark vale FirAt hwr, then her m o t h e r in one night expir d , I h o p s he enjoys the bliss ; he desir d % N o w the old father be cries bereft a f all j o y s , Th© he has plenty of g o ' d no girts ra r boys, Let ail cruel parents to this take gre^.t beed, His p r e t t y y o u n g d a u g h t e r is now with the deed. � 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 076:Title-page illustration of a soldier in Highland dress holding a sword. 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 old scotch song of young Grigor's ghost. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923378813505154">s0236b54</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 16 cm Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1840-1850?] Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Subject The topic of the resource Supernatural Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): feather bonnet Fashion (Clothing): Highland attire Fashion (Clothing): kilt Fashion (Clothing): military Fashion (Clothing): sporran Gender: man/men Occupation: soldier Outdoor Scene Weapons: sword(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/51dd3c16aadd3021f5aca3c15732e1fc.pdf 458000df737df9496643ee21b5849dc0 PDF Text Text 9 Lore Songs. — -a osSg--e>ESBsg«" The lea-rig. Auld Rob Morris. My Highland home. I'll love thee ever dearly. Smile again my bonny lassie. My heart is sair for somebody. See the ship. How long and dreary Ss the night. My wife's a winsome wee thing. KILMARNOCK: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS �LOVE SONGS THE LEA-RIG. W H E N o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-dme is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary, O ; 'Down by the burn, where scented birks Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo, I'll meet thee on the lea rig, My ain kind dearie, O. In miikest glen, at midnight hour, I'd rove, a r d ne'er be eerie, O, If through that glen I gaed to thee, My ain kind dearie, O* Although the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae weary, O, I ' d meet thee on the lea.rig, My ain kind dearie, O. T h e hunter lo'es the morning sun, T o rouse the mountain deer, my j o ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen, Along the burn to steer, my jo, Gi'e me the hour o' gloamin grey, It makes my heart sae cheery, Q» * o meet thee on the lea-rig, ain kind deeiie, 0 . �3 AULD ROB MORRIS. T H E R E ' S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen V He's the king o' good fellows and wale o' auld m e n , H e has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine. A n d ae bonny lassie, his darling and mine. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May ; She's sweet as the evening amang the new h a y ; A s blithe and as artless as the lambs on the lea, And dear to my heart as the light to my ee. Bat, o h ! she's an heiress, auld Robie's a laird, And my daddy has nought but a cot-house and yard A wooer like me maunna hope to succeed, The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead* The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; T h e night comes to *ne? but my rest it is g a n e : I wander my lane like a night*troubled ghaist, And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in rny breast. 0 had she but been of a lower degree, 1 then might ha'e hop'd she wad smil'd upon me ! O, how past describing had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express! MY H I G H L A N D HOME. MY Highland home, where rempests blow, And cold thy wintry looks, T h y mountain crown'd with driven snow, And ice-bound are thy brooks s �4 But colder far the Briton's heart, However far he roam, T o whom these words no joy impart, " My native Highland home. ,> Then gang wi' me to Scotland d e a r ; We ne'er again will roam ; And with thy smiles so bonny, cheer My native Highland home. When summer comes, the heather-bell Shall tempt thy feet to rove; T h e cushat-dove, within the dell, Invite to peace and love : For blythesome is the breath of May, And sweet the bonny broom, And pure the dimpling rills that play Around my Highland home. Then gang wi' me, &c. I'LL LOVE T H E E EVER DEARLY. L E T others breathe the melting sigh, And swear they love to madness; T o them I leave the tearful eye, And all love's sober sadness. No tender vows and prayers are mine ; But this I swear sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. Then, lady, though I scorn the wile« Which love too oft discovers, Ne'er spurn the heart that woos in smiles, For smiles were made tor lovers. �5 A n d though no tender vows are mine. Yet this 1 swear sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. SMILE AGAIN. S M I L E again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again; Pr'ythee do not frown, sweet lassie, For U gives me pain. If to love thee too sincerely Be a fault in me, Thus to use me so severely Is not kind in thee. Oh ! smile again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again. Oh 1 smile again, my bonny lassie, Pr'ythee smile again. Fare thee well, my bonny lassie, Lassie, fare thee well! Time will show thee, bonny lassie. More than tongue can tell. Though we're doom'd by fate to sever, ( A n d 'tis hard to part,) Still, believe me, thou shalt ever Own my faithful heart, Then smile again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again, Oh ! smile again, my bonny lassie, Pr'ythee smile again, �SOMEBODY. MY heart is sair, I dare na tell, My heart is sair for somebody; I could wake a winter night For the sake o* somebody. Oh hon, for somebody ! Oh hey, for somebody ! I could range the world round, For the sake o* somebody. Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, O, sweetly smile on somebody ! Frae ilka danger keep him free, A n d send me safe my somebody. Oh hon, for somebody ! Oh hey, for somebody ! I wad do—what wad I not— For the sake o* somebody ? SEE T H E SHIP. S E E the ship in the bay is riding, Dearest Ellen, I go from thee ; Boldly go, in thy love confiding, O'er the deep and the trackless sea. When thy loved form no more is near me, When thy sweet smile no longer I see, This soothing thought shall at midnight cheer m e , My love is breathing a prayer for me. Nor can Heaven, a deaf ear lending T o its loveliest work below, �7 T h e boon she begs, on her knees low bending, Refuse in goodness to bestow. So then, my Ellen, all doubts defying, Henry shall dauntless cross the wide sea, His heart on this firm anchor relying, My love is breathing a prayer for me. When the thunder of war is roaring, And the bullets around me fly; When the rage or the tempests pouring, Blends the billowy sea and sky; Then shall my heart, to fear a stranger, Cherish its fondest hopes for thee, This der4r reflection disarming danger, My love is breathing a prayer for me. And when the din of war is over, And sweet peace sets the sailor free, With what joy shall your faithful lover Fly on love's sweetest wings to thee! Then with delight each other caressing, Day after day we shall happier be, And as my Ellen tells o'er each blessing, She still will whisper a prayer for me. H O W L O N G A N D D R E A R Y IS T H E NIGHT. H O W long and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie! I restless lie frae e'en to morn, Though I were ne'er sae weary. For, oh ! her lanely nights are Jang, And, oh ! her dreams are eerie, �8 A n d , oh 1 her widow'd heart is sair That's absent frae her dearie. When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi' thee, my dearie, And now what seas between us roar, H o w can I be but eerie ? For, oh, See, H o w slow ye move, ye heavy hours ! The joyless day, how dreary! I t was nae say ge glinted by, When I was wi* my dearie* For, oh, See. MY W I F E ' S A W I N S O M E W E E S H E is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee things She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer ; A n d neist my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine, O leeze me on my wee thing, My bonny blithesome wee thing I Sae lang's I ha'e my wee thing, I'll think my lot divine. Though warld's care we share o't, And may see meikle mair o't, W ? her I'll blithely bear it, A n d ne'er a word repine* FINIS. THING. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7af44e757cced36edf4870d72c82ffa5.jpg 99ea24b6fa72a9ac1cb33a393dfd1ac2 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 3087 Width 1789 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource 9 Love Songs: The lea-rig Auld Rob Morris My Highland home I'll love thee ever dearly My heart is sair for somebody See the ship How long and dreary is the night My wife's a winsome wee thing Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923449323505154">s0499b33</a> Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Highlands Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The lea-rig Auld Rob Morris My Highland home I'll love thee ever dearly My heart is sair for somebody See the ship How long and dreary is the night My wife's a winsome wee thing Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #40 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Description An account of the resource Woodcut #86: Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknown), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene. Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Animals: dog(s) Architecture: door(s) Architecture: fence Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: unknown (adults) Nature: cloud(s) Nature: trees Object: basket(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0b43839753f48ecf4d3c91fe7533799d.pdf 6bc12b5fcfad9c3c399e8f57883ce9b8 PDF Text Text 9 h o v e S o n g s . Donald of Dundee. Rest, Warrior, rest. Ah ! see the pale lily. Flora's Lament. The winter it is past. Away with this pouting. The rosebud of summer. The m a i d of Castile. The parting kiss. KILMARNOCK; PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �L O V E SONGS. D O N A L D OF D U N D E E . Y O U N G Donald is the blythest lad That e'er made love to m e ; Whene'er he's by, my heart is glad, He seems so gay and free; Then on his pipe he plays so sweet. And in his plaid he looks so neat, It cheers my heart at eve to meet Young Donald of Dundee. Whene'er I gang to yonder grove, Young Sandy follows me, And fain he wants to be my love, But, ah ! it canna be. Though mither frets baith ear* and late For me to wed this youth I hate, There's nane need hope to gain young Kat« f But Donald of Dundee, When last we ranged the banks of Tay* The ring he show'd to me, And hade me name the bridal-day, Then happy would he be. I ken the youth will aye prove kind, Nae malr my mither will I mind, Mess John to me shall quickly bind Young Donald of Dundee. �s REST, W A R R I O R , REST. H E comes from the wars, from the red field of fight, He comes through the storm and the darkness of night; For rest and for refuge now fain to implore, The warrior bends low at the cottager's door* Pale, pale is his cheek; there's a gash on his brow; His locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow; A n d the fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye, Like a languishing lamp that just flames to die. Rest, warrior, rest!—Rest, warrior, rest! Sunk in silence and sleep on the cottager's bed, Oblivion shail visit the war*weary head. Perchance he may dream, but the vision shall tell Of bis lady Love's bower, and her latest farewell. Illusion and love chac* the battle's alarms: He shall dream that his mistiess lies lock'd in his arms; He shall feel on his lips the sweet warmth of her kiss. Ah, warrior, wake not! Such slumber is bliss, Rest, w^riior, re*t!—Rest, warrior, rest! A H ! SEE T H E P A L E L I L Y . A H ! see the pale lily some rude hand has cast From the fetem where it rear'd its fair head; It wkhers and shrinks in the bleak northern blast, And dies on its icy-cold bed. Just like this frail lily* the pride of the vale. Fair Ellen charm'd every eyef �4 Till her beauty was blighted by perfidy's gale, While she listened to love's fatal sigh. AH silent and sad, on the marge of the stream, She passes each day's lonely hours. Till night sees the moon from her orb shed its beam, T o silver Lord Donald's proud towers O peace, hapless maiden ! for soon shall the tomb Hash all thy wild sorrows to rest; But never shall sunbeam shed light on the gloom, That darkens thy lover's false breast. FLORA'S LAMENT. F A R over yon hills of the heather so green, And down by the corry that sings to the sea, The bonny young Flora sat sighing her lane, The dew on her plaid, and the tear in her e'e. She look'd at a boat with ti e breezes that swung Away on the wave, like a bird of the main ; And aye as it lessened* she sigh'd arid she sung, " Fare w eel to the lad I shall ne'er see again ! Fareweel to my hero, the gallant and young ! Fare wee 1 to the lad I shall ne'er see again ! « The moorcock that craws on the brow of BenGonial, He kens o* his bed in a sweet mossy hame ; The eagle that soars o'er the cliffs o' Clan-Rofokld, _ Unawed and unhunted, his eiry can claim ; The solan can sleep on his shelve of the shor?; The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea : Bat* oh! there is ane whase hard fate I deplore ; Nor house, ha', nor hame, iii his country has he. �5 The conflict is past, and our name is no more: There's nought left but sorrow for Scotland and me. " The target is torn from the arms of the just, The helmet is cleft on the brOw of the brave, The claymore for ever in darkness must rust. But red is the sword of the stranger and slave; The hoof of the horse, and the foot of the proud, Have trode o'er the plumes on the bonnet of blue. Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud, When tyranny reveil'd in blood of the true ? Fareweel, my young hero, the gallant and good ! The crown of thy fathers is torn from thy brow." T H E W I N T E R I T IS P \ST. T H E f-#iater it is past, And the summer's come at last, And the small birds sin^ on every tree: The hearts of those are glad, But mine is very sad, For my true love is parted from me. The rose upon the brier, By the waiers running clear, May give joy to the linnet and the bee; Their little loves are blest, And their little hearts at rest, But my true love is parted from me. My love is like the .sun, That in the sky does run,. For ever so constant and true; �6 But hers is like the moon, That wande*s up and down, And every month it is new. All you that are in love, And cannot it remove, I pity the pains you endure. For experience makes me know That your hearts are full of woe, A woe that no mortal can cure. A W A Y W I T H THIS POUTING. A W A Y with this pouting and sadness! Sweet gill, will you never give o'er? I love you, by Heaven, to madness, And what can I swear to you more? Believe not the old woman's fable, Thai oaths are as short as a kiss ; I'll love you as long as I'm able, And swear for no longer than this. Then away, &c. If swearing, however, will do it, I'll swear without further delay. If you'll be the book, I'll go through it, And not miss a chirm by the way* I'll swear by those glances so tender, Those tresses that curl Iske the vine, Those eyes that are floating in splendour, And the passion that's pleading in mine* Then away, �7 I'll swear by my honest intention, By the dart that has wounded us both ; I'll swear by those lips—but their mention Is as good by itself as an oath Those lips, whose sweet kiss would occasion A flame in a bosom of stone, Promise more for my passion's duration Than all I can swear with my own. Then away, 5cc. T H E R O S E B U D OF S U M M E R . When the rosebud of summer, its beauties bestow* in g, On winter's rude banks all its sweetness shall pour, And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be glowing, O then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more. When of hope the last spark which thy smile used to cherish In my bosom shall die, and its splendour be o'er,, And the pulse of this heart which adores you shall perish, O then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you n© more* T H E M A I D OF C A S T I L E . O H , remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, When our moments so blissfully flew, When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids, And I blush'd to be called so by you ; When you taught me to warble the gay SegendiUe? And to dance %o the light Castanet, �Oh, never, dear youth, let you roam where .you will. The delight of those moments forget. » They tell me you lovers from Erin's green isle Every hqur a new passion can feel, And that oft in the light of some lovelier srxule You'll forget the poor maid of Castile, But they know not how brave in the battle you are, Or they never could think you would rove ; For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war That's the fondest and truest in love. THE PARTING KISS, J O C K E Y ' S ta'en the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but griefs with me remain* Spare my love, ye winds that blaw, Flashy sleets, and beating rain ! Spare my love* thou feathery snaw, Drifting o'er the fr ozen plain 1 When the shades of evening creep O'er the day's fair gladsome e'e, Sound and safely may he sleep. Sweetly blithe his waukenmg be ! He will think on her he loves, Fondly he'll repeat her name; For where'er he distant roves, Jockey's heart is still at harae. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/26682342d664dac875c16e16cadc797c.jpg 46f4d019d2da4714df1b1017d1a602cf 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. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 9 Love Songs. Donald of Dundee. Rest, Warrior, rest. Ah! see the pale Lily. The Winter it is past. Away with this pouting. The rosebud of summer. The maid of Castile. The parting kiss. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Donald of Dundee. Rest, Warrior, rest. Ah! see the pale Lily. The Winter it is past. Away with this pouting. The rosebud of summer. The maid of Castile. The parting kiss. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #38 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> 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 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Dundee, Scotland Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. 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Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: fence Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/db3cde4f2a7e50fe046e1191312d024a.jpg 162c018a50d6e51f0e728e9d039c51e5 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 3308 Width 1837 https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/6d48570f6235d9b9080f899f8fbb6451.pdf 774dfa6cbf2eb939bc0f38f93a33d8dc PDF Text Text V E R S TO T H E E S MEMORY OF JAMES T H O i S O N, A U T H O R OF T H E S E A S O N S , -&C. GLASGOW: PRINTED FOR AND SOLD Blr Brafh & Reid. B A R D of the Seafons, hail! thou who hail oft Imprefs'd with energy and reasoning ftrong, Upon my youthful m nd, poetic truths, The tend'reft fympathies, the purefi flame, The love of order, and the foul of fong! Smit with fmcereft gratitude, -the Mufe Would fain attempt her humble voice to raife Thy praife to frng, thy genuine worth applaud, And blend the Chriftian's with the Poet's praife. But why ihould I in this great talk engage? Where find refources for the high defign ? Great Hayley! thou who lepd'ft the tuneful band, Say, why neglect a nation's debt to pay ? Record in numbers worthy of thy Mufe The Poet of the Seafons? Beattie! thou Whofe Minftrel raifes thee in high efteem, Say, why unfung thy fav'rite Thomfon's praife? Since none of you have yet effay'd the fong, Permit an humble Bard, unknown to fame, A Mufe unbred in academic fhades, In untaught ftrains to wake the fleeping lyre. �C 2 ] But where begin? where all the beauties trace That charm the youthful fancy? Where but in His tranfcript of the Seafons? There we view The animated verfe; the fervid thought; The juft and pleafmg metaphor, that fteals In grateful raptures o'er th' enamoured heart. 'Twere endlefs to recount the various charms That Ihine confpicuous in his matchlefs long, And court our obfervation; yet of thofe Moft obvious and alluring let the Mufe Shew in fucceffion to th' aftonilhed eye Of nice difcrimination; thence to trace Some pleafmg moral from the harmlefs lay. See; in his Spring, how beautiful he paints The rural labour of the fimple fwain, Then bids the thoughtlefs fons of luxury Shew due refpe6l " and venerate the plow!" Next, mark what philofophic judgment he difplay* In pointing out the regular advance Of vegetation, from the infant bud To the full bloffom in the leafy ihade. Much muft remain unfung: yet why omit The Bard's defcription of the Golden Age, " Where reafon and benevolence were law?5'' Can I pafs -over, with incurious eye, The portrait of Amanda ; where each line Chains down attention to his magic lay? But let me hafte to where the Poet lings The Spring's mild influence on the mind of man, Whofe feelings are alive to tuft reflexion; Who in his neighbour's wants can view his own, And feel a fympathy for all mankind. Thence, in a fine tranfition, fweetly flows, 'In copious ftrains, devoid of venal praife, A juft eulogium on th' intrinfic worth Of virtuous Lyttleton, whofe lib'ral heart Was ever prompt to fuccour and fupport �C 3 ] Virtue deprefs'd, or Merit left forlorn. It gives me joy to find fuperior worth Difplay'd in Thomfon's everlalting fong. But, O ye youth! for whom our Poet flill Exerts his genius, pours his pleafing lay, Lofe not the moral in the charms of fong. He next efifays to paint th* illufivejoys, The madd'ning tranfports of illicit love; Where all the paffions are fubfervient made To fetter and enchain the a<5tive foul. Ah, fly thefefcenes! and turn th* admiring eye To the chafte portrait of connubial blifs, Where ev'ry beauty language can convey Confpire to heighten and enhance the joy! For me, I blufh not candidly to own, The beauteous pidture fo enchants my fenfe I read in rapture as my eyes overflow! What eye can gaze undazzled at the view Of fervid Summer; when ev'n Spring " averts Her blooming face!" And now the Bard Haftes to the cool retreat, and courts the aid Of infpiration. Arts like thefe prepare Th' attentive mind, and fofter in the foul A tafte for compaction; confcious Hill That the Mufe dilates what the verfe conveys* The Bard, who copies Nature, always-gains Our admiration and deferv'd applaufe* Who follows Nature, and purfues her walks, Takes up each image as it ftrikes the fenfe, And holds the faithful tranfeript to our light, Whate'er of beauty to the vulgar eye Difpenfes pleafure, this, when juftly drefs'd In all the magic of heroic verfe, Is fure to charm, as 'tis refle&ing back, With heighten'd luftre, what we lov'd before. What man, who thinks at all, but mult adore That Pow'r who guides the planets in their courfe �[ 4 1 Amid the flux of many thoufand years, Unvary'din their motions! yet ev'n this, Drefs'd up in Thomfon's lays, ne'er fails to pleafe. Who has not mark'd the beauteous train of thought That prompts the lay when " meek-ey'd morn appears,, Mother of dews!'* What makes thefe beauties pleafe, But that the Poet gives Us back our thoughts EmbelliihM and adorn'd? For, be afFur'd, What pleafes mofl muft be in part our own* 1 mull pafs over the feraphic hymn, The glorious tribute, to the Orb of day; In which is ihewn,. with admirable ikill. The vivid tints, the various rays of light, Refle&ed from the furfaces of things. The limits of my fang will not admit To dwell on lighter beauties; with regret, I check the rifing tranfport, confcious ft ill I do injuftice to the Bard I love! But who can view, without apparent dread, Nature convuls'd; the livid lightning's glare; And rattling thunder fhake the aftonifk'd world! Who can without emotion read the page Where fine imagination has portray'd The chafte Amelia, torn from the embrace Of tier !ov'd Celadon ! Who read their loves* But mull confefs that Power which chains the mindr And rivets the attention;, anxious flill To dwell enamour'd on the tender theme h Nor let the prude, with fupercilious air, (Mere affectation!) check th' admiring fwatn s . Whoffe curious, eye runs o'er the pkafing verfe Where Mufidora, like Diana, laves The limpid ftreani, fair emblem of herfelf! Did ever Poet, on a theme like this, Exert fuch pow'rs, and yet preferve the Song: Inviolate and pure., as is the rofe Or virgin-lily, 'midthe morning dew! �in fweet tranfition, here the tuneful Bard Points out the Worthies who have added f one T o Britain's annals by their martial deeds, Aided her Science, or improv'd her fong, Nor are the Britiih Fair forgot, but here Their beauties and their merit ftand confefs'd; Serene Philofophy, the foul of fong, That fureft guide to truth, clofes the fcene; And leaves the mind in pleafmg tranfport loft s Intent to wonder, worfhip, and adore. Ripe Autumn opens with the Doric reed Attun'd to rural labour. Still the Bard, With philanthropic love, raifes the fong T o cheer the labour of the fimple fwain. A mind like his, alive to ev'ry fenfe, Survey'd mankind as brethren^ all allied" T o one indulgent Father, who regards The monarch and the fiave with equal eyev The annual'labours of the ripen'd field Calls forth our Poet's unexhaufted gow'rsj And, in a chafte delightful epifode, Adorns our language with enchanting tale Of young Lavkna. «Say,. ye Britifh youth!" Does any tale in modern novel charm, Or touch the heart with fympathy like this T Can any retrofpe& of conquer'd charms Infpire fuch tranfports of ingenuous joy, As when fair Virtue meets its jufi: reward! On ev'ry theme, the Bard of Nature melt* With kind compaixion for another's woe. The feather'd tribes his tender pity fharej He j,uftiy cenfures ev'ry wanton fport That brings untimely death; confcious he (Whatever daring fophiAs may advance) T h a t rapine, oft repeated, Heels the heart. Muft not the fentlmental fportfman blufh. At his poor con quell o'er the timid hare! �I .6 ] Our Poet next, in relaxation, fings, In burlefque ftrain, the great and noble chace, That makes the fportfman's heart with joy elate? And buries in oblivion all his cares. See with what tender caution how he warns The Britilh Fair to Ihun thefe dang'rous^fportsj That ill become the foftnefs of their fex; But in their native luftre always Ihine. His heart ftill beats in unifon with thofe Who follow Nature in her humble walks; Hence with the farmer he rejoices ft ill, And fings in dulcet {trains his " harveft-home." Their paftimes, too, are not beneath his care, But chants, like Maro, ev'ry rural fport. But who can form a happier ftate on earth ? Ev'n in idea, than the rural life So finely painted in his matchlefs fong! Ambition, read; compare with this thy ft ate; Then, in the fcale of Reafon, fairly weigh Thy fplendid phantoms' 'gainfc his real joys. Stern Winter, too, our Poet's firft effay, Difplays uncounted beauties; genius here Shines forth in ftrong defcription; manly fenfe;: Bold metaphor; attemper'd with that charm Which always pfeafes, love of God and man.. How ftrong each image preffes on the fenfe,. As Fancy's eye furveys the boiling wave Lafn'd into foam with agitation fierce, Then burfting in a loud tremendous roar! Or, when on land the wat'ry deluge pours In dreadful torrents, fweeping in one train The jufl-earn'd labours of the peaceful hind. But fee, the God of Nature, awful now And great amidft the ftorur, puts forth his hand:, The ocean lleeps, and all the winds are ftill. But keener tempefts now pervade; and man, Obnoxious ftill to ev'ry wayward blaft, �V C 7 1 {Feels the chill froft on all his fenfes feize; The drooping cattle penfive feek the ftied, And in dumb filence let their wants be known. The red-breaft, too, a humble refuge feeks, Makes man his friend, and craves his little dole; "Sweet Bird! though fimple thou and ufelefs deenvd. Thou liv'ft immortal in the Poet's lay. But let me pafs th' affii&ive tale of woe That draws our feeling forth, where haplefs now The poor benighted trav'ler breathlefs lies A vi&im to the florin's reftftlefs rage, T h ' unnumber'd miferies that prey on man, In his rough paffage through this checquer'd fcene, Prefs on the Poet's heart; hence we obferve What juft refle&ions ufher from his mind, Alive to ev'ry virtue; panting ftill To meliorate each woe that mo rtals feel. And thou, great Howard! facred to the Mufe (Might ihe but dare € interrogate thy fhade,) Waft thou the firft of all the " gen'rous band, Who, limit with human woe, redreftive fearch'd Into the horrors of the gloomy goal?''' "No! Thomfon wept their woes; an-d inward felt What fympathizing fpirits only feeL His gen'rous mind was ever prompt to aid With counfel or with wit; to cheer diftrefs; T ' inflrud', admonilh, and to blefs, mankind. *Twas he too fang Britannia *; much Ihe owes To his fuperior genius; for, his fong Stoop'd not to party; but,, afpiring ftill, And emulous to roufe her fleeping fons, Held up to view fair Liberty's bright form, Mild, yet majeftic; bold as erft Ihe ihone In the bright forum of illuftrious Rome. Through all this poem matchlefs beauties rife, And ftrong defcription marks each nervous line; * Britannia, a poem. �r s i lefs the cliaims of d l e g o r j pleafe Than the jiift maxims that his verfe conveys* Hear what that Mufe prophdtkally frngs,' . \ And let each Briton ponder on the thought : But, foon as Independence ftoops the head* To vice enflav'd, and yice-created wants; Then to fome foul corrupting hand, whofe Wafte Thefe heighten'd wants with fatal bounty feeds; From man W m a ^ ' t h e flack'ning ruin, runs} Till the .whole ft ate, unnerv'd, in flav'r y: ftnkf ! "* Nor let the Mufe forget the friendly lay T o virtuous Taitfot f due; his high defert Sands- fairrecofded' in |)kthetic Vetffe, Uhmixt with adulation. ThomfohT thou ^ Difdain'dfi: the vtsial ftmg. Thy nobler foul Still rofe fuperior to fome low defigris;' Thy grateful heart,* fu-fceptibie and firm, Imbib'd each ftrong imprefiion; always felt The warm emiltion.4 of a rnuvl furchar'g'd With obligation"sy n#er to be repaid. Hence glow-d-the fervour of thy adi-rc foul-, Diifuffive, yet fincere;' collecting all The noble vk*wes:that-aderh'd thy friend* His mild endearing manners, that attach'd T h ' admiring audience, with fach other pleas'd. Illuftrious Eardf thrice happy they whofc worth Procurd the meed of tliy immortar lays, T o placet&eir virtu-es in "the &r-ongefHight, f) Still unimpair'd by time! But who fhall thine'rehearTe! Say, who will" rife With pow'rs lufficient to enrich the theme, y^nd paint thy genuine merit, riling ftill As more thy beauties ftrike each raviih'd fenfe ! < f See Liberty, a poem, part IT. 1. 495 to 500,. t See hisjpoem to the memory of Lord Chancellor Talbot* • FINIS. � Document A resource containing textual data. 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Glasgow: Brash & Reid Type The nature or genre of the resource elegy Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Glasgow 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: no date Chapbook Genre: elegy Chapbook Publisher - Glasgow: Brash & Reid https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/e3961b58863067b752ee1049ce223a04.pdf 2d4bc689381e3c0a2eee573cb1d8c280 PDF Text Text SEVEN ENGLISH Popular Songs. The Tyrolese Song of Liberty. The Castilian Maid. Faintly as tolls the evening ehiriie. Oh! rest thee. Babe. Farewell. The Gipsy Wanderer. God save the King. KILMARNOCK: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �ENGLISH SONGS. T H E TYROLESE SONG OF L I B E R T Y every bosom boundeth, Merrily oh ! merrily oh ! Where the Song of Freedom soundeth, Merrily oh ! merrily oh ! There the warrior's arms shed more splendour. There the maiden's charms shine more tender* Every joy the land surroundeth, Merrily oh! merrily oh ! MERRILY Wearily every bosom pineth, Wearily oh ! wearily oh ! Where the bond of slavery twineth, Wearily oh ! wearily oh! There the warrior's dart hath no fleetmess, There the maiden's heart hath no sweetness, Every flower of life declineth, Wearily oh 1 wearily oh i Cheerily then from hill and valley, Cheerily oh ! cheerily oh ! Like your native fountains sally, Cheerily oh ! cheerily oh J �3 If a glorious death won by bravery, Sweeter be than breath sigh'd in slavery, « Round the Flag of Freedo*. rally, Cheerily oh ! cheerily oh ! T H E CASFILIAN MAID. OH ! remember the time in Lamancha's shades, When our moments so blissfully flew When you'd calPd me the flower of Castiliaa maids, And I blush'd to be call'd so by you. When I taught you to warble the gay Seguadille, And to dance to the light Castanet. Oh ! never, dear youth, let you roam where you will, The delight of those momeats forget. They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle, Every hour a new passion can feel; And that soon in the light of some lovlier smile, You'll forget the poor maid of Castile. But they know not how brave in the battle you are, Or they never could think you would rove ; For 'tis always the spirit, most gallant in war, That is fondest and truest in love. C i N A D I AN B O A T S O N G . FAINTLY as tolls the evening chirfte, O u r voices keep tune,, and our oars beat time j �4 Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll cheerfully sing our parting hymn* Row, brothers, row; the stream runs fasfc, The Rapid's are near, and the daylight's past. Why should we yet our sail unfurl ? There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; But when the wind blows off the thore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest upon our oar. Blow, brieves, blow * the. stream runs fast, The Rapid's are near, and the daylight's past. O H ! REST THE®, BABE. Q r ! slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight, Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright, The hiils and the dalss from the tow'r?, which we see, They all shall belong, my dear infant, to thee. O h ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep on till day, O h ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep w,hile you may. Oh ! rest thee, my darling, the time it shall come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum, T h e n rest thee, my darling, oh ! sleep while you may, For war comes with manhood, as light comes with dav* �5 Oh! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep on till day, Oh! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep while you may. 0 ^ , hark thee, young Henry! thy sire is a knight, Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright; I h e hills and the dales from yon tow'rs that I see, They all shall belong, my young Henry, to thee. Oh ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep on till day, Oh ! rest thee babe, rest thee babe, sleep while you may. THE GIFSY WANDERER. Twas night and the farmer his fireside near, O'er a pipe quafPd his ale stout and old* The hinds were in bed, when a voice struck his earLet me in, I beseech you—just so ran the prayer— Let me in, I am dying with cold. To his servant the farmer cry'd—Sue, move thy feet, And admit, the poor wretch from the storm, For our chimney will not lose a jot of its heat, �1 Although the night-wand'rer may there find a seat, And beside our wood embers grow warm. At thatinstant a Gipsy girl, humble in pace, Bent before him his pity to crave— He, starting, exclaimed—wicked fiend, quit this place— A parent's curse light on the whole Gipsy race! They have bowed me almost to the grave 1 Good Sir, as our tribe pass'd the church-yard below, I just paus'd the turf grave to survey I fancied the spot where my mother lies low, AVhen suddenly came on a thick fall of snow, And I know not a step of my way. This is craft, cried the farmer, if I judge aright : I suspect thy curst gang may be near 5 Thou would'st open the door to the ruffians of night; Thy eyes o'er the plunder now rove with delight, And on me with sly treachery leer! With a shriek on the floor the young Gipsy girl fell! Help ! cried Susan, your child to uprear ! Your long stolen child! —she remembers you well! And the terrors and joys in her bosom that swell* A r e too mighty for nature to bear. �7 FAREWELL. IN that cottage my father long dwelt, Till call'd the proud foe to repel, With a heart that each keen passion felt, He bade his companions farewell; While in distance he echo'd the sound, A sound i shall ever deplore, Farewell! Farewell! Alas! I shall ne'er see him more. Shouts of victory honour'd the day, Wken bravely in battle he fell, Far, far from his village away, Where he bade his companions farewell, While in distance, &c. G O D SAVE T H E K I N G . GOD save great George our king, Long live our noble king, God save the king ! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us. God save the king! O Lord our God arise, Scatter his enemies, And make them fall! �8 Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks: On him our hearts we fix, O save us all Thy choicest gifts in store On him be pleas'd to pour Long may he reign ! May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing wiih heart and voice, God save the king ! O grant him long to see Friendship and unity Always increase 1 May he his sceptre sway, All toyal souls obey, Join heart and voice, huzza, God save the king I FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5eb7ebe1cf1cba2f7ed029d9f11a7adb.jpg 0aabb7659dea9075df96abd0bffebf29 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. 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Farewell. The Gipsy Wanderer. God save the King. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [1815-1825?] per University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> <a title="National Library of Scotland" href="http://www.nls.uk/">National Library of Scotland&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of musical instruments encircled in a vine on the title-page. Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #30 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Musical Instrument: harp(s) Musical Instrument: horn(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c3a2b328aeb757b25afe47b773a909d5.pdf 1aaac1f5107bb8c3d3cdd1730e433b19 PDF Text Text SEVEN ENGLISH Popular Sengs Rule, Britannia. I'm a Chicka-biddy. Beauty in tears. I cannot stay a minute. Why di^J I gather this delicate flower Mary I believ'd thee true. A Soldier's gratitude. KILMARNOCK:. PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. �ENGLISH SONGS. FM A CHICK A-BIDDY. THOUGH I am now a very little lad, I f fighting men eannot be had, F o r want o f a better I may do T o follow the boys with a rat-tat-too. I may seem tender yet F m tough, And though not much of me* F m eight good stuff, O f this I'll boast, say more who can, I never was afraid to face my man, F m a chicka-biddy, see . T a k e me now, now, now, A merry little he For your row, dew, dow. Brown Bess TO knock about, oh, there's my j o y , W i t h my knapsack on my back like a roving boy. In my tartan plaid a young soldier view, M y philabeg, and dirk, and bonnet blue : Give the word, and I'll march where yoa command, N c b l e sergeant, with a shilling then strike my band, MY captain, whfcn he takes his glass, M a ? like to toy with a pretty lass, �s For such a one Vie a roguish eye, He'lJ never want a girl when I am by. I'm a chicka-biddy, & c . Though a barber has never yet mowed my chin, W i t h my great broad sword I long to begin, Cut, slash, ram, dam> oh, glorious fun* For a gun pip pop, change my little pop gun. T h e foes should fly like geese in flocks, Even Turks should fly like Turkey-cocks; Wherever qusrter'd I shall be, Oh ! zounds ! how I'll kiss my landlady. I'm a chicka-biddy, & c . B E A U T Y IN TEARS. OH, weep not, sweet maid, nor let sorrow oppress thee, T h y innocent bosom shall banish all fears, Kind Heaven will protect thee, fair virtue caress thee, And angels will pity such beauty in tears. But some cruel tyrants compassion ne'er cherish, l a all their dark actions ambition appears; They suffer the wretched to languish and perish, And look without pity on beauty in tears. ? How blest is the heart which with chanty floweth, And tranquil the bosom which virtue reveres * �4 How sweet is the balna which kind pity bestoweth, T 0 soften the sorrow of beauty in tears. But some cruel tyrants compassion ne'er cherish, In all their dark actions ambiticn appears ; They suffer the wretched to languish and perish, And look without pity on beauty in tears. I CANNOT STAY A MINUTE. Now where so fast ? a young man said T o her he lov'd, one day, W h e n she with blushes turn'd her head, And cried, Don't stop me, pray. But why this hurry ? he ic plied, As Wythe -< any linnet ?» Y e t still the pretty Emma cried, I cannot st?y a minute. B u t why not, dearest, tell me why ? He still with ardour prest, Then said, By that love beaming eye, This haste is all a jest\ And could it by a bet be tried, Right sure I am to win i t ; Y e t still the pretty Emma cried, 1 cannot stay a minute. Y v caii't, but Miss, said he, you must, And shall go with me too, �5 Nay more, I'll make, fey all that'sjast, A bride this morn of you. This morn, said she, make me a bride ? There's something pleasing in i t : Oh ! how I'm flurried, Emma cried, Pray don't let's stay a minute. W H Y DID I G A T H E R T H I S DELICATE. FLOWER? AH ! why did I gather this delicate flower, Why pluck the young bud from the tree ? Twould there have bloom'd lovely for many an hour, And how soon it will perish with me. Already its beautiful texture decays, Already it fades on my sight; 9 l i s thus that chill langour too often o'erpays, T h e moments of transient delight. When eagerly pressing enjoyments too near, Its blossoms we gather in haste; How oft thus we mourn with a penitent tear, O'er the joys which we lavish'd in waste. This elegant flower, had I left it at rest* Might still have delighted my eyes j But pluck'd prens»tureiy, and plac'd in my breast. It ladguishesj withers, and dies, �6 MARY, I BELIEV'D THEE TRUE. M a r y , I believ'dthee true, And i was blest in thus believing; B a t now I mourn that e'er I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving. F e w have ever lov^d like me ? Oh, I have lov'd thee too sincerely And few have eVr deceived like thee, Alas ! deceiv'd me too severely. Fare thee w e l l ; yet think awhile On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee, W h o now would rather trust that smile, And die with thee than live without thee. Fare thee w e l l ; — I ' l l think of thee, T h o u ieav'st me many a bitter token ; For see, distracting womau see, M y peace is go&e, rtiy heart is broken. F a r e thee w e l l ! A SOLDIER'S GRATITUDE. W h a t e - e r my fate, where'er I roam, By sorrow still oppress'd, I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home, T h a t gave a wand'rer rest. T h e n ever rove life's sunny banks* B y sweetest flow'rets strew'd, �7 Still may you claim a soldier's thanks, A soldier's gratitude. T h e tender sigh, the balmy tear, That meek eyed Pity gave, My last expiring hour shall cheer, And bless the wand'rer's grave. T h e n ever rove life's sunny banks, B y sweetest flow'rets strew'd, Still may you claim a soldier's thanks, A soldier's gratitude. RULE, BRITANNIA. WHEN Britain firsts at Heaven's comman d, Arose from out the asure main, T h i s was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain. R u l e , Britannia, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never shall be slaves. The nations, not so bless'd as thee, Must in their turn to tyrants fall, W h i l s t thou shalt flourish, great and free, T h e dread and envy of them all. R u l e , Britannia, & c . Still more majestic shalt thou rise, M o r e dreadful from each foreign s t r o k e ; �8 As the loud blast that tears the skies Selves but to root thy »ative oak. Rule, Britannia, & c . T h e e haughty tyrants ne'er shall t a m e ; All their attempts to bind thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame, And work their we, and thy renown. Rule, Britannia, & c . T© thee belongs the rural reign, T h y cities shall with commerce shine, And thine shall be the subject main, A And every shore it circle* thine. Rule, Britannia, &c. T h e Muses, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair: Bless'd isle ! with matchless beauty crown\ And manly hearts to guard the fair. Rule, Britannia, &c. F I N I S . � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/2eddde96ef8ddea418e1e80322bcbba1.jpg f910136a8daa81332f37ee02e727e5e4 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 3071 Width 1776 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 Seven English Popular Songs. Rule, Britannia. I'm a Chicka-biddy. Beauty in tears. I cannot stay a minute. Why did I gather this delicate flower? Mary I believ'd thee true. A Soldier's gratitude. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Rule, Britannia. I'm a Chicka-biddy. Beauty in tears. I cannot stay a minute. Why did I gather this delicate flower? Mary I believ'd thee true. A Soldier's gratitude. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of three feathers on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs War Courtship and Marriage 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 Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #28 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers # of Woodcuts: 1 Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): regalia Fashion (Clothing): upper class https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/82d3372e78c6309615c08455696951c6.pdf ad69b8c0c8b45af0f0352f63392a4d88 PDF Text Text Seven Fashionable Songs. The Star of the East. Ah! why did I gather. Are you angry Mother. Come buy my Cherries. Dunois the Brave. Hope told a flattering tale, Up, Comrades, up. KILMARNOCK: Printed for the Booksellers, �T H E S T A R OF T H E EAST. O F late you have heard of two lovers That lived near yon castle so h i g h ; T o the green woods they cftimes resorted, While the owl from the forest did cry, W h e n he-gazM on the blooming young creature^ Her beauteous enchanting eyes, Evinced her heart it was captured By one that soon did her despise. They ranged the woods with great pleasure; Their weary limbs oft did repose v A "large spreading oak was their covert, : 'Twas there they their minds did disclose. H e told her her worth was so precious, That he never could her deceive y Enraptuf'd with love she exclaimed, If you do, my death on you I'll leave. T h e rays of her pleasure shone brighter Than the beams of the sun from on high5 But a dark dismal cloud soon appeared, Proclaiming her ruin was nigh. A breeze from that ocean of falsehood, Did poison her pleasure with woe, Till the heart of this young blooming creature With sorrow was made for to flow. �$ UnmovM with the groans that she utter'd* He wantonly to her did say, For marriage 1 am not disposed, Then homeward he set ombu way. She cried, remember your promise, For you know that to you Tm with child: Aspiring for one ikac v/as greater, Th® star of the East he beguiPd. Distracted she ran thjo' the woodlands, Her boson) still heaving with pain ? No answer wa« made to her sighing, But the rocks that re-echoed again* Soon death's icy drops hang suspended On the brow of this beauty betray'd To those boisterous waves she's now beaded, In death's robes she now is array'd. When I visit the tomb of this lassie, Some spirit it whispers to me, A victim to love lies here ouried, Where youth bloom'd in every eye. No more by yon castle she wanders, T o love she is no more a slave, Bereaved of all earthly comforts, Sne mouldering now lies in the grayf? AH! WHY DID 1 G A T H E R . A H ! why did I gather (kli^a-re flower, W h y pluck the young bud iron* the tree ? �4 T w c u k l there have bloom'd lovely for many a * hour, And how soon will it perish with me ? Already its beautiful texture decays, Already it fades on my sight; Mis thus that chill rancour too often o'erpowert The moments of transient delight. W h e n eagerly pressing enjoyment too near, Its blossoms we gacher In haste; H o w oft thus we mourn with a penitent tear^ O'er the joys which we lavished in waste:' This elegant flower had I left it at rest* Might still have delighted' my eyes; But pluck-d prematurely, and pkc'd in my breast, It languishes, withers, and dies. ARE YOU ANGRY MOTHER. A R E you angry mother ? — mother, no ! no no ! no n o ! Should I sad and peevish g r o w , — 1 1 0 ! no n o ! no n o ! W h e n I see our sky so bright, A n d our fields so warm with light, Oh ! I feel as I had wings, A n d the heart within me sings. T h e n , it may be I'm too gay, But forgive me, mother, p r a y ; �5 B e not angry with your boy, One cross look will mar his joy, Be not angry, & c . Is it my fault that my heart Sometimes plays too wild a part f O f t when I have tried to be G r a v e as age could fancy m e ; Stepping with a sober pace, Looking wit** a sober face, Still my heart is wildly gay, Spite of all I do or say. Be not angry, & c . COME B U Y MY CHERRIES, C O M E buy my cherries beauteous lasses, Fresh from the garden pluck'd by me *, All on a summer's day so gay, sweet fruit and flow'rs I cry, Come then fair lasses pray, and of poor Sally buy. Come buy my roses youthful lovers, And weave a garland for each maiden's hair j All on a summer's day so gay, O h ! let not pleasure fly, Come then fond lovers pray, and of poor Sally buy. �Sigh not that blossoms are so fleeting, But sieze the treasure-tho' soon 'twill f a d e ; Thus like a summer's day so gay, life's bloom will gently fly, Come then young lovers pray, and of poor Sally buy. BUNOIS THE BRAVE. I F was Dunois, the youagaiid brave, was bound for Palestine, But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's shrine; «« And grant immortal Queen of H e a v e n , w a s still the soldier's prayer, i s That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair." % His oath of honour on the shrine,he gray'd it witk his sword, And follow ? d to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord; Where,, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry fill'd the air— " Be honoured aye the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair," They owed the conquest to his arm, and this his liege~!ord said, " The heart that has for honour beat, by bliss must be repaid—. �7 My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair, For thou art bravest of the brave, she the fairest of the fair." And then they bound the holy knot before S t Mary's shrine, That makes a Paradise on earth, if hearts and hands combine* And every Lord and Lady bright that were in chapel there* Cried* " Honoured be the bravest knight-^b©loved the fairest fair." UP, COMRADES, UP. UP 5 comrades, up—see the morn's o'er the mountains, Rouse from your slumber and rush on the foe ; Though bright and clear now, e'er ev'ning the fountains, Dark with the blood of the slaughter^ shall flow i our last struggle for freedom and honour, Blow your wild trumpets and call up the brave ! Fight for your country—shame is upon her ! On to the conflict, to die or to save. Farewell, ye dear ones, that e'er the invader, Wasted our vallies, h&ve &often'd and ch&rm'd.; �8 T h e hearts of our country with feelings that made her Best belov'd home that romance ever warm'd. H e r e to guitar we've been sighing inglorious ; But spear and shield to our grasp now are giv'n, W e ' l l meet again e'er the night, if victorious, i f not, adieu t h e n — w e l l meet yet in heaven! U p , comrades, up—see the morn's o'er the m o u n tains, R o u s e from your slumbers and rush on the foe, Though bright and clear now, e'er ev'ning the fountains, D a r k with the blood of the slaughter'd shall flow; A n d though w e d i e — w e shall yet live in story, T r u e hearts w e l l prove to our country and name, Death may have terrors ; but still there's a glory, In dying for native land, freedom, and fame. HOPE TOLD A FLUTTERING H O P E told a flatt'ring tale, That joy would soon return, A h ! nought my sighs avail, For L o v e is doom'd to mourn. O h ! where's-the flatt'rer gone ? F r o m me for ever flown, T h e happy dream of love is o'er, A n d life, alas ! can charm no more. FINIS. TALE. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f3c23af366b6dad0df3c1b152584c622.jpg fa299eaae3ad0f7f2a9c25a335988088 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 3131 Width 1854 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 Seven Fashionable Songs. The Star of the East. Ah! why did I gather. Are you angry Mother. Come buy my Cherries. Dunois the Brave. Hope told a flattering tale. Up, Comrades, up. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The Star of the East. Ah! why did I gather. Are you angry Mother. Come buy my Cherries. Dunois the Brave. Hope told a flattering tale. Up, Comrades, up. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of two dogs and a small house on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs 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 Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #26 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: dog(s) Architecture: barn Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/cd0cb1372916bce810041994422f0764.pdf f9124a5d7111107ac925d3fff9488745 PDF Text Text 4 Scots Songs. When the kye comes harne. Come under my plaidy. Bonny Jean, A word to the wise. KILMARNOCK: PRINTED FOR T H E BOOKSELLERS. �S C O T S WHEN THE KYE S O N G S . COMES H4ME, T E L L m e y o u j o l l y shepherds that love the tarry woo', A n d all you jovial boys that whistle at the p l o u g h , T e l l me the greatest blessing that the tongue o* man can name ? 5 T i s to w o o a b o n n y lassie w h e n the kye eomes hame. W h e n the k y e , & c . The blackbird builds her neat f o r the mate she lo'es to see, O n the topmost branch, and a happy bird is h e ; H e pours his melting ditty, and love is all his claim | H e loves his b o n n y lassie when the kye c o m e s ha me, W h e n the kye, W h e n the bramble-berry's a pearl, "and the daisy decks the lee, A n d the b o n n y - l o o k i n g gowan has faulded up its �s T h e lav'rock, f r o m the biue lift, draps d o w n , and thinks nae sbame T o w o o his b o n n y lassie w h e n the kye c o m e s hame. -sadgtd s d r s m s v i O W h e n the kye, & c . Its fluttering w e e bit heart rises high in its W h e n the bonny evening star rises high east; O f a' the j o y s so dear, that the heart daur name, Is to w o o a bonny lassie, when the kye hame. W h e n the k y e , & c . breast, in the hardly comes W h e n love shines so bright, the hale soul to c h e e r , T h e r e ' s love in every w h i s p e r , and j o y in every tear; T h e n o f a' the j o y s so dear, that the heart can hardly frame, Is to w o o a b o n n y lassie w h e n the k y e c o m e s hame. W h e n the kye, & c . See yonder pawky shepherd h o w he lingers o n the hill, His sheep are in the fauld, and his lambs are lying still, H e daurna g a n g to bed, f o r his heart is in a flame, T o meet his bonny lassie w h e n the k y e c o m e s hame. W h e n the kye, & c » �4 A w a ' w i ' f a m e and f e i t u n e , what pleasure can they g i e ; W h a t ' s the art or pride of man, his life or liberty ? G i v e m e the highest j o y that the heart o f man can frame, Is to w o o a b o n n y lassie when the kye c o m e s hame. W h e n the kye, & c . COME UNDER MY PLAIDY. C o m e under m y plaidy, the night's gaun to f a ' ; C o m e in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw ; C o m e under m y plaidy, and lie d o w n beside m e , T h e r e ' s r o o m in't, dear lassie, believe me f o r twa. u C o m e under my plaidy, and lie d o w n beside m e , M i hap ye frae ev'ry cauld blast that will b l a w ; 0 c o m e under m y plaidy, and lie d o w n beside m e , T h e r e ' s r o o m in't* d e a r lassie, believe m e f o r t w a . ' ' G a e w a ' wi' your plaidy, auld D o n a l d gae w a ' ; I fear na' the cauld blast* the drift, nor the s n a w ; G a e wa' w i ' your plaidy, I'll no lie beside ye ; Y e might be m y g u t c h a r d ; auld D o n a l d , gae wa*. 1 I ' m gaun to meet Johnny, he's y o u n g and he's bonny, H e ' s been at M e g ' s bridal f o u trig and f o u braw ; �5 0 there's nane dances sae lightly, sae gracefu', sae tightly ; His cheeks are iike roses ? his brow's like the snaw.' * Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa% T o u r Jock's but a g o u k , and has naething ava T h e hale o ' his pack he has n o w on his b a c k ; He's thretty, and I'm but threescore and t w a ! Be frank n o w A t kirk or at A bien house A n d flunkies and kindiy; I'll busk you ay finely ; market they'll nane gang sae b r a w ; to bide in, a chaise for to ride in, to 'tend you as fast as ye c a V ' M y father ay tell'd me, m y mither and a', Y e ' d make a good husband, and keep me ay b r a w : It's true I lo'e Johnny, he's gude and he's b o n n y , But waes me 1 ken he has naething a v a ! 1 ha'e little t o c h e r — y o u ' v e made a g o o d o f f e r ; I ' m now in air than twenty ; my time is but s m a ' ! Sae gi'e me your plaidy; I'll creep in beside ye ; I thought ye'd been aulder than threescore and twa.' She crap in ayont him beside the stane wa ? , W h e r e Johnny was list'ning, and heard her tell a ' ; T h e day was appointed, his proud heart it dunted, A n d struck 'gainst his side, as if bursting in twa. H e wander'd hame weary, the night it was dreary, And thawless he tint his gate deep 'mang the snaw. �6 T h e howlet was screaming, while Jonny c r i e d , 4 Women * W a d marry the devii f wad he keep them b r a w . ' O the deii's in the lasses ! sae f o n d to gang b r a w , T h e y ' l l lie d o w n wi J auld men o ' fourscore an* twa ? T h e hale o® this marriage is g o w d and a carriage \ Plain love is the cauldest blast n o w that can blaw. Y e dotards be wary, tak tent wha y e marry ; Y o u n g wives in their coaches will whip and will ca% Fill they meet wi* a J o h n n y , that's vouthfu* and bonnys A n d he'll gi'e ye horns o n ilk haffit to claw. BONNY JEAN. T H E R E was a lass and she was fair, A t kirk and market to be seen, W h e n a* the fairest maids w e r e m e t , T h e fairest maid was bonny Jean. A n d ay she w r o u g h t her mither's wark, A n d ay she sung sae merrilie: T h e blythest bird upon the bush, H a d ne'er a lighter heart than she. But hawks will r o b the tender j o y s T h a t bless the little lintwhite's n e s t : �7 A n d frost will A n d love fairest flowers, the soundest r e s t Y o u n g R o b i e was the bra west lad, T h e flower and pride o f a' the g l e n ; A n d he had o w s e n , sheep and k y e , A n d wanton nagies nine or ten. H e gaed w i ' Jeanie to the tryst, H e d a n c ' d wi* Jeanie o n the d o w n ; A n d lang ere witless Jeanie wist H e r heart was tint, her peace was s t o w n . A s in the b o s o m o* the stream T h e m o o n - b e a m dwells at d e w y e'en ; S o trembling pure, was tender love W i t h i n the breast o> b o n n y Jean. A n d n o w she works her mither's w a r k , A n d ay she sighs w i ' care and pain ; Y e t wist na what her ail might be, O r what wad mak her w e e l again. B u t did na Jeanie's heart ioup light, A n d did na j o y blink in her e ? e, A s R o b i e tauid a tale o f love A e e'ening o n the lily lea ? T h e sun was sinking in the w e s t , T h e birds sang sweet in ilka g r o v e & His cheek to her's he f o n d l y presfc* A n d whispered this his tale o* l o r e : �8 O Jeanie fair I lo'e thee d e a r ; O canst thou think to fancy me ! O r wilt thou leave thy mither's cot, A n d learn to tent the farms w i ' me ? A t barn or byre thou shalt na drudge, O r naething else to trouble thee \ But stray a m o n g the heather bells* A n d tent the waving c o r n wi' me. N o w what could artless Jeanie d o ? She had na will to say him na ; A t length she blushed a sweet consent* A n d love was ay between them twa A WORD TO THE WISE. I love y o u , by heaven, what can I say m o r e ? T h e n set not my passion a-coolfcrg; If you yield not at o n c e I must e'en give thee o ' e r , For I am but a n o v i c e at f o o l i n g . W h a t nay love wants in w o r d s , it shall make up in deeds, T h e n w h y should w e waste time in stuff, child ? A p e r f o r m a n c e , you k n o w w e l l , a promise e x ceeds, A n d a w o r d to the wise is e n o u g h , child. FINIS, ' � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/f0a4d84ca378f775b214b150f748e938.jpg 39b980640fa98624e4d9c81c62477e83 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 3126 Width 1816 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title-page of a cow 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 110: Title-page illustration of a cow. 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Chapbook #6 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut #<span>110: Illustration on title-page of a cow.</span> Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Language A language of the resource Scots Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Animal: cow(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/80a10ddbf853426e2ae7381af2e8e278.pdf 93f0ecfc4ee77bdca7f5f31002a300d5 PDF Text Text 4 Scots Songs. Hibernia's lovely Jane. Death of Sally Roy. The Soldier's dream. The birken tree. KILMARNOCK: P R I N T E D FOR T H E BOOKSELLERS. �SCOTS SONGS. H I B E R N U ' S LOVELY JANE. D E P A R T I N G from the Scottish shore, And the Highland mossy banks, T o Germany I first-sailed o'er, And joined the hostile flanks ; At length in Ireland we arrived, After a long campaign, W h e r e a bonny maid my heart betrayed, Hibernia's lovely Jane. H e r cheeks were of the rosy hue, T h e bright glance of her een* Sparkled like pure drops of dew, That bespangle the meadows gree<i4 Jane Cameron ne'er was half so lair, Nor Jessie of Dumblane, N o r prosper pine could not outshine Hibernia's lovely Jane. I oft have faced the daring foe, W h e n in the blood-stained field, I have escaped death's fatal blow, But now to love must yield. Cupid's dart has pierced my heart* W i t h love's tormenting pain, Since first I saw that lassie braw, Hibernia's lovely Jane. �3 My tartan plaid I will forsake, My commission I'll resign; The bonny nymph my bride I'll make, If the lassie will be mine. In Hibernians isle, where the graces smile, For life I would remain-, In hymen's band join heart and hand, With Hibernia's lovely Jane. But the bonny Irish lassie fair, She feeing of high degree, Her parents say their daughter ne'er A soldier's bride shall be. O'erwheimed with grief and despair, No hopes for me r e m a i n ; It grieves my heart for to part With Hibernia's lovely Jane, Should Mars the trumpet sound, And call his sons to arms ; And Neptune waft me o'er the main. Far, far frae Jeanie's charms. Should I be laid on honour's bed, Or by a shot e'er be slain, Death will cure what I endure For Hibernia's lovely Jane. Ye supreme Deities incline, To tranquilize my breast, I'll wander to some distant clime, T o obtain peace and rest. Through woods and groves, Where none shall hear my strain^ �Since that nymph will not be mine, Farewell Hibemia's lovely Jane. D E A T H OF SALLY ROY. F A I R Sally, once the village pride* Lies cold and wan in yonder valley: She lost her lover, and she died, Grief broke the heart of gentle Sally. Young Valiant was the hero's name, For early valour fir'd the boy. W h o barter'd all his love for fame, And kill'd the hopes of Sally R o y . Swift from the arms of weeping love, As rag'd the war in yonder valley, He rush'd, his martial power to prove, While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally, At noon she saw the youth depart, At eve she lost her darling j o y ; Ere night the last throb ©f her heart Declar'd the fate of Sally Roy. T h e virgin train in tears are seen, W h e n yellow midnight fills the valley, Slow stealing o'er the dewy green, Towards the grave of gentle Sally ! And while remembrance wakes the sigh, W h i c h weenfr each feeling heart from joy, T h e mourning dirge, ascending high, Bewails the fate of Sally Roy. �5 THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. O U R bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set the watch in the sky, And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, T h e weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot, and guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And twice ere the cock crew I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far far I had roam'd on a desolate track, Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way T o the house of my father, that welcorn'd me back. I flew to the pleasant fields, travelPd so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young, I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers sung, Then pledg'd we the wine-cup, and fondly we swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to p a r t ; �6 My little ones kiss'd me a hundred times o'er, And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fulness of heart. Stay* stay with u s ! rest! thou art weary and worn, And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay * But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn* And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. THE BIRKEN FREE. L A S S gin ye wad think it right, T o gang wi' me this very night, And cuddle till the morning light, By a* the lave unseen. And you shall be my dearie, My am dearest dearie, And you shall be my dearie, Gin you'll meet me at e'en. I darena for my mammy gae, She locks the door and keeps the key, And e'en and morn she charges me, And flytes ay about the men She says they're a' deceivers, Deceivers, deceivers, She says they're a' deceivers* I needna trust to ane. �7 But lassie what's to hinder thee, To steal an hour out owre the lea, And meet me at the Birken Tree, You'll no be mist at h a m e : And never mind your mammy, Yotfr auld canker'd mammy, And never mind your mammy, Or else you'll He your lane. She simply said I dinna ken, M y mother trots baith butt and benn, And if she hears I'm wi' the men, She'll ask me where I've been : Then what can I say laddie, Laddie, laddie, Then what can I say laddie, For being out at e'en. O , never mind your mammy's yell, I'se warrant she's met your dad hersel, And should she fiyte ye may her tell She's often done the same: So lassie gi'es your hand on't, Your bonny milk white hand on So lassie gi'es your hand on't* And scorn to lie your lane. O, lad, my hand I canna gi'e, But ablins I may steal the key, And meet you at the Birken Tree, T h a t stands ayont the g k n : �8 But dinna lippen, laddie, I canna promise, laddie, So dinna lippen, laddie, For fear I dinna win. N o w he's gane to the Birken Tree, In hopes his lover there to see, And soon came tripping owre the lea, His sweet endearing Jean; And she clinket down beside him, Beside him, beside him, She clinket down beside him, Upon the grass so green. I'm overjoy'd with raptures now, Cried he, and preed her cherry m o u ' ; And Jean's ne'er haen cause to rue, T h a t night upon the green For she has got her Jemmy, Her sweet dear loving Jemmy, For she has got her Jemmy, And Jemmy's got his Jean. FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/28a274296cfcc66f739e80c1a4710eb5.jpg 1be5f348e7c8aa8903d0941bd37bbf94 Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 3108 Width 1768 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknown), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Woodcut 086: Title-page illustration in a double ruled border of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknown), carrying a basket. Outdoor scene. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 4 Scots Songs. Hibernia's lovely Jane. Death of Sally Roy. The Soldier's dream. The birken tree. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Hibernia's lovely Jane. Death of Sally Roy. The Soldier's dream. The birken tree. Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #4 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Description An account of the resource <span>Woodcut # 86: Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknow), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene.</span> Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Animals: dog(s) Architecture: door(s) Architecture: fence Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: unknown (adult(s)) Nature: cloud(s) Nature: tree(s) Object: basket(s) Outdoor Scene