1 10 17 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. 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Chapbook #4 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Description An account of the resource <span>Woodcut # 86: Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknow), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene.</span> Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario # of Woodcuts: 1 Animals: dog(s) Architecture: door(s) Architecture: fence Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: unknown (adult(s)) Nature: cloud(s) Nature: tree(s) Object: basket(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5348a85d66d4bc9968dfc5c904a7ddd8.pdf 2ef905b237da3ab1dfd6ea53fddd38de PDF Text Text Tak your auld cloak about ye. Sweet home. The Kebbuckston wedding. We're a' noddin'* Kf-LMAKNOCK: FM.I N ' i F D FOR THE BOOKftELLE iiS* �SCOTS SONG a T A K Y O U R A U L D CLOAK A B O U T YE, IN winter when the rain rained cauld, And frost and snaw on ilka hill, And Boreas w:' his blast sae bauld, Was threatening a' our kye to kill : Then Bell, my wife, wha lo'es na strife, She said to me right hastily, Get up, good man, save Crummie's life. And tak your aula cloak about ye. My Crummie is a useful cow, And she is come of a good kin'; Aft has she wet the bairnies* mou s And I am laith that she should tyne ; Get up, goodman, it is fou time, The sun shines frae the lift sae hie : Sloth never made a gracious end, Go tak your a odd cloak about ye. My cloak was ance a good grey cloak. When it was fitting for my wear, But now it's scant!y worth a groat, For I have worn't this thretty year ; Let's spend the gear that we have won, We little ken the day we'll die ; Then I'll be proud, since I have sworn T o hae a new cloak about me. �3 in days when our king Robert rang, His trews they cost but hau£-a~crown ; H e said they were a groat our dear, And ca'd the tailor thief and lown. He was the king that wore a crown, And thou'rt a man of laigh degree ; 'Tis pride puts a' the country down, Sae tak your auld cloak about ye. Every land has its am laugh, Ilk kind of corn has its am hool; I think the world has a' gaen daft, When ilka wife her man wad rule. Do ye not see Rob, Jock, and Hab, How they are girded gallantlie*' While 1 sit hurklen in the ase:— I'll hae a new cloak about me. Goodman, t wat, 'tis thretty years, Since we did ane anither ken; And we hae had atween us twa, Of lads and bonnie lassies ten : Now they are women grown and men, I wish and pray weel may they be j And why wilt thou thyseli misken ? E'en tak your auld cloak about ye. Bell, my wife, she lo'es na strife; But she wad guide me, if she can, And to maintain an easy life, I aft maun yield, though I'm goodman �4 Nought's to bt won at woman's hand, Unless ye gie her a' the plea; Sae r i l leave afF whare 1 began, And tak my auld cloak about me. S W E E T HOME. 'MID pleasures and palaces Though we may roam, Be It ever so humble, There's no place like home, A charm from the sky Seems to hallow us there; That seek ihrough the world, Is ne'er met with el&ewhere. Hornej home, sweet, sweet home, There's no place like home—there's no place like home. An .exile from home, Splendour dazzles in vain ; O give me my lowly Thatched cottage again. The birds singing sweetly, That come at my call, With them give me peace of mind, More dearer than ail, Homc ( home, sweet, sweet home, There's no place like home—there's no place like home. �5 Should I e'er return home, O'erburdened with care, My heart's dearest solace I am sure to meet there. The bliss I experience Whenever I come, Makes DO other place seem Like that of sweet home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, There's no place like home—there's no ..place like home* Farewell, peaceful cottage Farewell, happy home, For ever 1 am doomed 4 poor exile £o roam ; This poor aching heart Must be laid in the tomb, Ere it cease to forget The endearments of home* Home, home, sweety sweet home, There's no place like home—there's no place like home. KEBBUCKSTON BEDDING. AIJLD Watty o' Kebbuckston brae, WV lear and readin' o' beuka auid-farren, What think ye# the body cam o'er the day, We gat a bidden, To gang to the weddin\ �6 Bsith Johnny and Sally, and Nelly and Nanny ; And f a m ©? the Knowes, He swears and he vows, At the dancin* he'll face to the bride wi* his grannie. A' the iads has trystet their joes, Slee Willie earn up an' ca'd on Nelly, Altho* she was hecht to Geordie Bov*es, She's gi'en him the gunk, an she's gaun wi' Willie; Wee Collier Johnny, Has yoket his peney, An's afF to the town for a lading o9 nappy, W i t h fouth o' gude meat, T o ser" us to eat, Sae wi' fuddlm* and feastin* we'll a' be fu' happy, W e e Patie Brydie's to say the grace ; T h e body's ay reddie at dredgies and weddings \ And flunky M'Fee o' the Skiverton-place, Is chosen to skuttle the pyes and the puddings; For there'll be plenty O' ilka thing dainty, W i ' lang kail and haggles, and every thing fitting; Wi" luggies o* beer, Our wizens to clear; Sae the deil fill his kyte wlia gaes clung frae the meeting. Lowrie has caft Gibby Cameron's gun, T h a t his auld guscheir bare when he foHow'd Prince Charley, �7 The barrel was rustet as black as the grim', Bur he's taen't to the smlddy, an's fettlet it rarely, Wi' wallets o? pouther, His musket he'll shouther, And ride at our head to the bride's a' parading; At ilka farm town, He'll fire them three roun', Till the hale kintra ring wi' the Kebbuckstoi* wedding. Johnny and Tammy maun ride the brouse, For few like them can sit i' the saddle; And Willie Cobreath, the best o* bows, Is trystet to jig in the barn wi* his fiddle. Wi* whisking and frisking. And reeling and wheeling, The young anes are like to loop out o' the bod^ ; And Neiliie M'Nairn, Though sair forfairn, He vows hell wallop twa sets wi' the howdy. Sawney Macnab, wi* his tartan trews, Has hecht to come down in the midst oJ the caper, And gie us three wallops o' merry Shantrews, Wi' the true Highland fling o'M'Rimon the piper Sic skipping and hipping, And springing and flinging, I'se wad that there's nane o' the lasses can waff it Faith, Willie maun fiddle, And jirgum and diddle. And screed till the sweat fa? m beads frae hibaffit. �8 Then gie me yo&r hand, my trusty friend, And gte me your word my trusty an id kimmer, Ye'll baith come o'er on Friday bedeeft, And join us in ranting and tooming the timmer. WV fouth o' gude liquor, We'll haud at the bicker, And lang may the maiien o' Kebbuckston -flourish; For Watty, sae free, Between you and me, Pse warren he's bidden the half a* the parish. W E ' R E A' N O D D I N ' . And we*re a" noddin', nid, nid, noddin% And we're a' noddin* at our house at ha me; When the-Dame's awa' 'tis the time to woo, And the'lads like lassesj and the losses lads too. Kate sits i* the neuk, her laddie sae trne s And the Carle tak ye a' for you're a1 noddm' too; And we're a> nodding nid, nid9 noddtn\ And we're a* noddin' at our house £t hame. And we're a' noddin', nkh. nid, noddm', See. And haw &< ye Kimmer, and how ye thrive, Aod how many bairns ha* ye, Kimnier I hae five; And are they a? at hame, Oh na, na, na, Twa o" them are gane wi* Willie far aw?'. And we're a* noddin', ntd, nid, noddin', &c» FINIS. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/c67609ed315221b849e3754085a850e8.jpg 00548731716b9fff29e7eee6ad4e2aca 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 3138 Width 1768 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. Tak your auld cloak about ye. Sweet home. The Kebbuckston wedding. We're a' noddin'. 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. Tak your auld cloak about ye. Sweet home. The Kebbuckston wedding. We're a' noddin'. 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 #2 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 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 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 no date Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Genre: romance Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Nature: tree(s) Object: basket(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/51dd3c16aadd3021f5aca3c15732e1fc.pdf 458000df737df9496643ee21b5849dc0 PDF Text Text 9 Lore Songs. — -a osSg--e>ESBsg«" The lea-rig. Auld Rob Morris. My Highland home. I'll love thee ever dearly. Smile again my bonny lassie. My heart is sair for somebody. See the ship. How long and dreary Ss the night. My wife's a winsome wee thing. KILMARNOCK: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS �LOVE SONGS THE LEA-RIG. W H E N o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-dme is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary, O ; 'Down by the burn, where scented birks Wi' dew are hanging clear, my jo, I'll meet thee on the lea rig, My ain kind dearie, O. In miikest glen, at midnight hour, I'd rove, a r d ne'er be eerie, O, If through that glen I gaed to thee, My ain kind dearie, O* Although the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae weary, O, I ' d meet thee on the lea.rig, My ain kind dearie, O. T h e hunter lo'es the morning sun, T o rouse the mountain deer, my j o ; At noon the fisher seeks the glen, Along the burn to steer, my jo, Gi'e me the hour o' gloamin grey, It makes my heart sae cheery, Q» * o meet thee on the lea-rig, ain kind deeiie, 0 . �3 AULD ROB MORRIS. T H E R E ' S auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen V He's the king o' good fellows and wale o' auld m e n , H e has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine. A n d ae bonny lassie, his darling and mine. She's fresh as the morning, the fairest in May ; She's sweet as the evening amang the new h a y ; A s blithe and as artless as the lambs on the lea, And dear to my heart as the light to my ee. Bat, o h ! she's an heiress, auld Robie's a laird, And my daddy has nought but a cot-house and yard A wooer like me maunna hope to succeed, The wounds I must hide that will soon be my dead* The day comes to me, but delight brings me nane; T h e night comes to *ne? but my rest it is g a n e : I wander my lane like a night*troubled ghaist, And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in rny breast. 0 had she but been of a lower degree, 1 then might ha'e hop'd she wad smil'd upon me ! O, how past describing had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express! MY H I G H L A N D HOME. MY Highland home, where rempests blow, And cold thy wintry looks, T h y mountain crown'd with driven snow, And ice-bound are thy brooks s �4 But colder far the Briton's heart, However far he roam, T o whom these words no joy impart, " My native Highland home. ,> Then gang wi' me to Scotland d e a r ; We ne'er again will roam ; And with thy smiles so bonny, cheer My native Highland home. When summer comes, the heather-bell Shall tempt thy feet to rove; T h e cushat-dove, within the dell, Invite to peace and love : For blythesome is the breath of May, And sweet the bonny broom, And pure the dimpling rills that play Around my Highland home. Then gang wi' me, &c. I'LL LOVE T H E E EVER DEARLY. L E T others breathe the melting sigh, And swear they love to madness; T o them I leave the tearful eye, And all love's sober sadness. No tender vows and prayers are mine ; But this I swear sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. Then, lady, though I scorn the wile« Which love too oft discovers, Ne'er spurn the heart that woos in smiles, For smiles were made tor lovers. �5 A n d though no tender vows are mine. Yet this 1 swear sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. SMILE AGAIN. S M I L E again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again; Pr'ythee do not frown, sweet lassie, For U gives me pain. If to love thee too sincerely Be a fault in me, Thus to use me so severely Is not kind in thee. Oh ! smile again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again. Oh 1 smile again, my bonny lassie, Pr'ythee smile again. Fare thee well, my bonny lassie, Lassie, fare thee well! Time will show thee, bonny lassie. More than tongue can tell. Though we're doom'd by fate to sever, ( A n d 'tis hard to part,) Still, believe me, thou shalt ever Own my faithful heart, Then smile again, my bonny lassie, Lassie, smile again, Oh ! smile again, my bonny lassie, Pr'ythee smile again, �SOMEBODY. MY heart is sair, I dare na tell, My heart is sair for somebody; I could wake a winter night For the sake o* somebody. Oh hon, for somebody ! Oh hey, for somebody ! I could range the world round, For the sake o* somebody. Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, O, sweetly smile on somebody ! Frae ilka danger keep him free, A n d send me safe my somebody. Oh hon, for somebody ! Oh hey, for somebody ! I wad do—what wad I not— For the sake o* somebody ? SEE T H E SHIP. S E E the ship in the bay is riding, Dearest Ellen, I go from thee ; Boldly go, in thy love confiding, O'er the deep and the trackless sea. When thy loved form no more is near me, When thy sweet smile no longer I see, This soothing thought shall at midnight cheer m e , My love is breathing a prayer for me. Nor can Heaven, a deaf ear lending T o its loveliest work below, �7 T h e boon she begs, on her knees low bending, Refuse in goodness to bestow. So then, my Ellen, all doubts defying, Henry shall dauntless cross the wide sea, His heart on this firm anchor relying, My love is breathing a prayer for me. When the thunder of war is roaring, And the bullets around me fly; When the rage or the tempests pouring, Blends the billowy sea and sky; Then shall my heart, to fear a stranger, Cherish its fondest hopes for thee, This der4r reflection disarming danger, My love is breathing a prayer for me. And when the din of war is over, And sweet peace sets the sailor free, With what joy shall your faithful lover Fly on love's sweetest wings to thee! Then with delight each other caressing, Day after day we shall happier be, And as my Ellen tells o'er each blessing, She still will whisper a prayer for me. H O W L O N G A N D D R E A R Y IS T H E NIGHT. H O W long and dreary is the night, When I am frae my dearie! I restless lie frae e'en to morn, Though I were ne'er sae weary. For, oh ! her lanely nights are Jang, And, oh ! her dreams are eerie, �8 A n d , oh 1 her widow'd heart is sair That's absent frae her dearie. When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi' thee, my dearie, And now what seas between us roar, H o w can I be but eerie ? For, oh, See, H o w slow ye move, ye heavy hours ! The joyless day, how dreary! I t was nae say ge glinted by, When I was wi* my dearie* For, oh, See. MY W I F E ' S A W I N S O M E W E E S H E is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee things She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine I never saw a fairer, I never lo'ed a dearer ; A n d neist my heart I'll wear her, For fear my jewel tine, O leeze me on my wee thing, My bonny blithesome wee thing I Sae lang's I ha'e my wee thing, I'll think my lot divine. Though warld's care we share o't, And may see meikle mair o't, W ? her I'll blithely bear it, A n d ne'er a word repine* FINIS. 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Title A name given to the resource 9 Love Songs: The lea-rig Auld Rob Morris My Highland home I'll love thee ever dearly My heart is sair for somebody See the ship How long and dreary is the night My wife's a winsome wee thing Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9923449323505154">s0499b33</a> Subject The topic of the resource Courtship and Marriage Highlands Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. The lea-rig Auld Rob Morris My Highland home I'll love thee ever dearly My heart is sair for somebody See the ship How long and dreary is the night My wife's a winsome wee thing Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages 15 cm Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #40 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Language A language of the resource English Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Description An account of the resource Woodcut #86: Illustration on title-page of a dog barking at a figure (gender unknown), who is carrying a basket in an outdoor scene. Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Animals: dog(s) Architecture: door(s) Architecture: fence Architecture: house Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads Chapbook Publisher - Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: unknown (adults) Nature: cloud(s) Nature: trees Object: basket(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/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. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource no date 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#88: Illustration of a man and a woman in an outside scene; the man is facing the woman and the woman is facing the viewer. 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/9ec3562fd817be85363e619350ea1dcc.pdf 03213779330a9723554fdb2c90c32211 PDF Text Text A COLLECTION OF COXTAIJflN'G THE ANCHOR'S WEIGHT).. THE. SHEPHERD'S SON.. T^E. SMART JACKETS ARE. ON FOR: ; . THE RACES. THE HIGHLAND. LADDIE.'' VICTORY. OPOSSUM UP ; A GUM TREE. * . EDINBXJ'EGH: PRINTED FOR THK BOOKSELLERS, �The Anchors Weighed, T h e tear feU g e n t l y from her e y e , W h e n last we parted on the s h o r e : M y bosom heav'd with rnanv a sigh, T o think I ne'er might see her ifjore. D e a r y o u t h , she cried, and canst thou haste a w a y , M v heart will break, a little moment stay, A l a s ! I cannot, cannot part f r o m thee, T h e anchor's weigh"*! farewell, farewell, r e m e m b e r me. • W e e p not, my Love,' I trembling said, 4 Doubt not a constant heart like mine ; I ne'er can meet another maid W h o s e charms can fix that heart like thine.* 4 G o t h e n / she cried, 1 but let thy constant mind Oft think of her y o u leave in tears behind ; A maid, this last embrace my pledge shall be. 1 * T h e anchor's weigh cf, farewell, fareweil, fumeM* ber The Shepherd's Son. T h e gown glitters on the sward, T h e lav'iock's in the sky, A n d Col ley on my plaid keeps ward* A n d time is passing- bye, O b , no, sad an' slow ! I hear nae welcome sound ; T h e shadow o f our trystnr' hush* It wears sae - slowly rc.uad* . �3 M y sheep hell tinkles fine the west, M i- lambs are bh.ating near, But still the sound that I loe best, A l a c k ! I canna hear. Oh, noj sad an' slow ! T h e shadow lingers still ; A n d like a tamely ghaist I stand, A n d croon upon the hill. I hear below the water roar, T h e mill wi' clackin' din ; A n d L u c k e y scolding frae her d o o r , T o bring the bail nies in. O h , no, sad an' slow ! T h e s e are ftae sounds for me ; T h e shadow o f our trv\sthv bush. It creeps sae drearily. I coft yestreen frae chapman Tarn, A snood o f bonnie blue, A n d promis'd when our t ry stirf c a m ' , T o tie it. round her brow. O h , no, sad an' slow ! T h e time it wjnna pass; T h e shadow o f I hat weary thorn Is tethered o n the grass. O now I see her on the w a y , She ; * past t!ie witches' k n o w e ; S W V .dirnbin' up the brownie's brae—** Xvi.j heart is in H I >w. O h , ho, Lis nae v o I �' T is gl a'u nj rie I • has seen ; T h e shadow of that hawthorn bush W i l l move Dae mair till e'en. M v hook o" grace I'll try to read, T h o u g h cqon'd wi' little s k i l l ; W h e n Coifey-barks I'll raise my head, A n d find h e r o n the hill. O h , no, sad an- slow ! T h e wHi b e e f time be g a n e ; T h e shadow o f the tryst in1 bush I s . f i x ' d like o n y stane. All the smart jackets are on for the Races. M o u n t , m o u n t , long tails and little tails ! W h y dont y o u m o u n t y o u r tiaigs with merry faces ? M o u n t , m o u n t , fly o v e r hills and dales v — All the smart Jackets are on for the r?.ces. M a n y a cloth is spread, loaded with beef and bread. M a n y are lighting to get the best p l a c e s ; M o u n t and be ready then, joekies and sporting men ! A l l the smart jackets a re* on for the races. C o m e from the bills both saffron >and mutton too, C a m e from y o u r counters ye swell linen diaper* �Carrie all ye tailors•; {raai.shop-board and button too, Gome ye reporters for all the newspapers ! "Now the bell's .sounding, race-horses bounding, T h e people all thronging to get the best places, Cockneys will many a d a y , tell o f the sport m * r . W2ie.iv the smart jackets were on for the races. The Highland Laddie. "Oh where, tell m e where, is y o u r H i g h l a n d lad. die g o n e ? Oil where, tell me where, is y o u r H i g h l a n d laddie g o n e ? H e ' s g o n e with streaming banners, where noble deeds are d o n e , A n d m y sad heart will tremble, till he c o m e safely home. H e ' s gone, Sec. Oh where, tell me where, did y o u r H i g h l a n d laddie stay ? •Oh where, tell me where, did y o u r Highland 1 addle stay ? . H e dwelt beneath the holly-trees, beside the rapid S p e y , And mony a blessing followed him the day he ^aed away. H e dwelt, .&e* O h what, tell me what, does y o u r H i g h ! a n d xiie we,ar >?;' I lad- �6 'Oh what, tell we what, does y o u r H i g h l a n d lad-, die wear ? A bonnet with a lofty plume the gallant badge of war, A n d a plaid across his manly breast, that yet shall wear a star. A bonnet, kc. Ah suppose, ah suppose, that some cruel cruel wound Should pierce y o u r H i g h l a n d 1 riddle's breast, all y o u r hopes confound ! ' T h e p i p e should play a cheerfu' strain, the banners round him fly, A n d tlie spirit o f a Highland chief should glister in his eye ! T h e pipe, kc. B u t I will h&pe to see him yet in Scotland's b o u rne bounds, B u t I will hope to see h i m yet in Scotland's bonnie b o u n d s , H i s native land o f l i b e r t y will nurse his glorious wounds, W h i l e wide through all the Highlands bids his warlike name resounds. H i s native land, kc. Victory. I)051 not h ear the m a rt i al b n m ? D o s t not hear tlie distant drum ? �7 'Yes they come, our warriors come* G l o r y i n g in their victory ! Hbnour'd be the soldier's grave, G l o r y to the Fallen brave, W a v e , triumphant banners w a v e , England has the victory ! Soon shall many a wife with glee, Haste her soldier-love to s e e ; Soo»> his babe shall clasp his knee* Prat ling of the victory. Honoured be, kc. Soon must marry a bosom swell H i g h with grief, while hearing tell H o w a sire or husband fell. On the field of victory. H o n o u r d be, Y e t their fame their fall endears— W i d o w s , orphans, hush y o u r fears ; E n g l a n d ^ hand shall dry those tears W h i c h obscure her victory. Xlonotir'd be, kc. Rest, poor mourners, safely rest On your grateful country's b r e a s t ; England feels for the distressed, Midst the swell of victory. H o n o u r d be, &cEngland's pleasure, England's pride, I s through life to aid and guide T h e s e who lov'd the men who d i e d Glorying in her victory. MoacHirU bej �Opossum up a Gum TreeOpossum u p a gum tree, H i s tail his body follow ; L a c o o n quickly hirn see L o o k i n g o u t o' hollow ! Pull him d o w n by de l o n g tali, O p o s s u m squall—opossum squall ; -Lacoon stick his long tail, H i m louder squeak, him louder sque O p o s s u m up, &e. Opossum him look shy now; L a c o o n grin, lacooii grin , Opossum wink him eye n o w , ' M o v e him chin, m o v e him chin, O p p o s u m down feim tumble :. F r o m the tree, f r o m the tree. A n d make him 'gin to g r u m b l e , L a c o o n ! he, he ! lacoon, he,, he I Opossum up, &c. Black b o y love T i l Jenkins, T i n k he'll wed, tink he'll w e d , H i s massa chide him Unking* Beat him head, beat him head. Black boy h i m love r u m too, ' M a k e him g r o g g y , make him g r o g g y , B u t massa make him coin's;to ' W h e n him floggy, whe'rHiini floggy.O p o s s u m up, &c. • � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/867d75b54ce358c0dc1eabe2500326f0.jpg b599cf70863f094b6c342d125ea8b543 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 2915 Width 1842 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 in double ruled rectangular border on title page of a young man and woman holding hands on a pier. In the background are two ship at sea. 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 115: Title-page illustration in double ruled rectangular border of a sailor and a woman wearing a bonnet holding hands on a pier. In the background are two ships at sea. Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Collection of Songs, &amp;c. No. XIV Containing The Anchor's Weigh'd. The Shepherd's Son, All the Smart Jackets are on for the races. The Highland Laddie. Victory. Opossum Up a Gum Tree. 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Chapbook #27 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Architecture: pier Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers Fashion (Clothing): bonnet (women) Fashion (Clothing): sailor uniform Fashion (Clothing): working class Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Nature: ocean/sea Occupation : sailor Outdoor Scene Transportation: ship/boat(s) https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/09d6b6b11fb5f6c5e8dfd6b5d07f32b7.pdf d60abea1bbb16c80e76d13af8c29fa0f PDF Text Text A COLLECTION OF No. CONTAINING TULLOCHGORUM. BEN BOWLING'S D E P A R T U R E . WIDOW WF A TOCHER. M I N T E D FOR THE XV» �jjdlcchgorum. ( orr.p. ; *.'s a parr- the ' dy, < 5 h d, And lay yoSroisputes. all' a s i o e ; • • W h a t nonsense is't for folks to chide For what's beeh dorrebefore them. L e t W i n g and T o r y all agree/ ' W h i g and T o r y . WhiV'fcnH T o r y , ; L e t Wrig.atftf'Torjr. afbdgfcee, ' T o d r o p t h e \r w h.i g m fgfp or u m. L e t W i n g a n d ' T o r y a'\ agree ' T o spendThe-night w ? mirth and glee A n d cheer fu' s i n , g a l a n g . ^ i ' me The Heel of Tullochgorum. Tullochgorum^ my de'i^ht, . , It gars us a' in ane unite, ; A n d onie gumpjv that keeps up spite, ji I n con science I abh o r him : R'ithe. and. merry wcfs he ; 1311 (he and merry, blithe and m e n y , ; ••'Mitire and merry we^ b^ a', , T o 'mafe a cheerfif qluaruta ; BI jfche an darner ry»w^s; he, a' • • 'As'dang as we Irae breach to draw, And dance'till we be like to fa', T h e Reel .of Tirlicchgorum. T h e r e needs rVi be sae great a" phrase Wi* dringing dull Italian lays ; I wadna gie our afoiSti-athspeys Lor hauf* a bunder score o'em. �3 T h e y ' r e dowfF and dpwje «at the best, I)o.vvff and :dovvLe* dqvvff and .dories ,,, T h e y7 re <do w ii' ..afid do w ie;,. fit'. the, be-st, W i ' a' Ui^ir f y^rjarum : T h e y ' r e dowff'and'dowie at the best, Th& i r a i l e g f & & ' d a the refet, • T h e y eanna pfeis'e a'Highland t a s t e / C o m p a F d v i' Tidlochgor Itin. v L'et'warjdly minds themselves oppress YVT'fear o' want, and double ee*s, And' siiiy*sauls the^nsqlves distress^ W i ' keeping up decorum. Shall" we sac sour and sulky sit. Sour" and sulky, spur a».d sulky, Shall we>ae sour,and sulky sit',- \ L i k e au 1 d r!vriosopl'ioruai ; S h a l l we aae sour L and -sulky "ait,, W i ' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit* And canna rise to shake a fft T o the1 Heel of Ailloch^crum ? M a y choicest blessings still attend," .. lurch honest-hear,ted open friend, And cairn and. quiet bp his end, , Be a' that's good- before him I ; M a y peace.and. plenty,, be his., lot,,. .., .f Peace aud p|ent v;, p e a e e - a n d p i m ty f . Mxy peace and ..plenty he his. lot, . ». ' And dainties a gr;e.at ,siqr,e..o'ein'.;. ,. �4 M a y peace and plenty be his lot, Unstain'd by any vicious blot ! A n d may he never want a groat That's fond of Tullochgorum. But for the discontented fool, W h a want's to be oppression's tool, M a y envy gnaw his rotten soul, And blackest fiends devour him ! M a y dool and sorrow be his chance, Dool and sorrow, dool and sorrow, M a y dool and sorrow be his chance, And honest souls abhor him ; M a y dool and sorrow be his chance, And a' the ills that come frae France, W h a e ' e r he be that winna dance T h e Reel of Tuliochgorurn. Ben Bowling's Departure. Ben Bowling* a true hearted tar, A right gallant son of old Ocean, E l a t e with the rumours of war, $oon felt all his courage in motion ; T h e king, he said, must be obeyed, So Molly a truce to thy wailing ; T o r see, every anchor is weighed, And all the fleet ready for sailing. T h e n , kissing his charmer, withdrew, But often turned kindly to hail h e r ; W h i l e Molly sighed faintly adieu ! Jin yoking success to h t r sailor. �5 Behold the fleet now under-weigh, T h e i r topsails are swelled by the breezes; W h a t beauty their streamers display, W h a t grandeur the prospect increases ! See, see, down the Channel they stretchy T o glory and victory steering; W h i l e proudly the crowd on the beach Salute the bold heroes with cheering ;i And still, while his charmer's in view, Ben often turns kindly to hail her ; "While Molly sighs faintly adieu ! Invoking success to her sailor. Should France, amid thunder and smoke. Her navy build hopes of success on, Depend ©n't, our true hearts of oak W i l l teach her an old English lesson : May Ben, for his dear M o l l i s sake, Return again laden with treasure, And, taking her under his< wake, Moor sale ki the harbour of pleasure ; That Ben, when again he shall view, I I h charmer, with rapture may hail h e r ; And Molly, who late sighed adieu! Gladly greet the return of her sailor. The Wanton Widow. A wanton widow, old and sour, W r ouid fain be a S i g n o r a ; She practised all was in her pow'r T o wear her weeds no more a : — �% But all she did, and all' Coutcf hot e'p.tlce her charmer ; So eo-k! her hearts ihe : flams of love • C o u l d n e v e t r i ^ h i f f warm' h e r ! Oh"! Mistress tilggws, ' • 1)espairing }.Iistre& ; W\ggiris : She took U ilri'fi Y peppbniiiMf/ A n ti m o u r n'd h er f a ill) k sslov She 8ioh'd,i6lie patiled, frqllecihereyes, . And used these;efforts often ;; T h e youth but view'd hierwith surprise, His \ \ e art could n e v er sp ft en — At leifgtn,* a brisk'yoiitig mifid'he Ilandshme, tall, and clever ; She lik'd him,, though, he came'so rude, 5 And' vowed s h e ' d love for ever. ' Oil l" Mistress Wiggins. T i n s damsel's name was S a l l y P f l n i , H e r 'daddy '.Was' a brazier ;' T h y youth vv'as ftiek-narn'd B f l l j SHm? And was by trade a g l a i i e r ; T h e i r hands they'jo'iifd in'Vedloc'k's tie. And told their j o y in kisses —• Let this a warning word imply, T o widoW's'a'nd old' missy's O h ! Misl ress W i n s y Distracted Mistress W i g g i n s I 'She kilPd herself w i t h pq>pemtfinty 'AndHeft her feilhlebs lover.- �Hey for: a a JJtch&n u ; A vva wi; joii^witeifcr^ft Volarttfs;-' j T h e slender iiH hciixiiyjWgHrgp in your aftrtS ; 0 , gie me the fas's lliat hsii S i T e ' s ^ dhamJ?, 0 , gie me the lass Wi the weel-stockit farms. Th^U hoy for a lass xvV a tocher, Then \\e:y for a.'I&ss.wi\a t o c h e r ; T h e n bey for a lass wi' a tocher ; T h e nice yellow guineas for me., u Your beauty's a,.flovVT in the morning, thaVhlayrs, And withers .the faster, the f a i l e r it grows ; lk.it the rapturous charm" 6 ' " t h e ' boniiie green knowes ; f • » . •, • > , Ilk spring they're new deck it wV bqnn^e \wfioe yowes; .vC'r^r i * -V Then, hey, kc. / , 4 i Yr\- * i % r\ And e'en when- -this 'beauty : yonr 'bosom -'lias blest, The brightest-"cP- beauty may cloy ^o^st; But the sweet da flings 'Geordie aawji as nut b ifA The ianger y e hae them—the mair they're caresl. Then h&yy k t . * Tm Glen. M y heart is a-breaking, dear T i t t l e , Some counsel unto me.conie l e n ' ; T o anger them a ' i s a pity, Hut what wiil.X do w i ' T a r n Glen ? �8 I'm thinking, wi* sic a braw fallow, In poortith I might make a fen' ; W h a t care I in riches to wallow, If I maunua m a r r y Tarn Glen. T h e r e ' s L o w r i e , the laird e' Drummeller, " Gude-day to y o u , " brute, he comes bi H e brags, and he blaws o" his siller, But whan will he dance like Tarn Glen M y minnic does constantly deave me. And bids me beware o" young men ; T h e y flatter, she says, to deceive m e ; But wha can think sae o' T a m Glen ? M y daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, IIe n ll gie me gude hunder marks ten ; But if it's ordain'd I maun tak him, O wha will I get but Tarn Glen ? Yestreen at the valentines dealing, M y heart to my mou' gied a sten, F o r thrice 1 drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, T a m Glen. T h e last Hallowe'en I was waukin\ M y droukit sark sleeve, as y e ken, His likeness cam up the house staukin, A n d the very grey breeks o* T a m Glen. Come counsel, dear T i t t i e , don't tarry ; I'll gie you my bonnie black hen, Gif y e will advise me to m a r r y T h e lad I lo'e dearly, T a m Glen. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/5da8f7e0c5a86bcd83c72a4dd56fb1ec.jpg 843557f0936de58eca9056b74a78fb4d Omeka Image File The metadata element set that was included in the `files_images` table in previous versions of Omeka. These elements are common to all image files. Bit Depth 8 Channels 3 Height 2995 Width 1884 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Collection of Songs, &amp;c. No. XV Containing Tullochgorum. Ben Bowling's Departure. The Wanton Widow. Hey for a Lass Wt a Tocher. Tam Glen Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context <a href="https://ocul-gue.primo.exlibrisgroup.com/permalink/01OCUL_GUE/mrqn4e/alma9953133903505154">s0499b33</a> Alternative Title An alternative name for the resource. The distinction between titles and alternative titles is application-specific. Tullochgorum. Ben Bowling's Departure. The Wanton Widow. Hey for a Lass Wt a Tocher. Tam Glen Extent The size or duration of the resource. 8 pages Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Chapbook #29 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a man and women with a fiddler and dancers in the background on the title-page. Subject The topic of the resource Ballads and songs Chapbooks - Scotland - Edinburgh Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Archival and Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario, Canada Is Referenced By A related resource that references, cites, or otherwise points to the described resource. <a title="University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks" href="http://special.lib.gla.ac.uk/chapbooks/search/">University of Glasgow Union Catalogue of Scottish Chapbooks&nbsp;</a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource In the public domain; For high quality reproductions, contact Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph. libaspc@uoguelph.ca, 519-824-4120, Ext. 53413 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller # of Woodcuts: 1 Activity: dancing Architecture: door(s) Architecture: window(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Musical Instrument: fiddle(s) Nature: hill(s) Outdoor Scene https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/7492a41bef306cf16189b5520d1e7dcf.pdf acfa463092d9e46c54a512ca47cf055d PDF Text Text &c. A COLLECTION OF S O N OS, CONTAIXINO XVI. 110SLIN C \STLE. B L A C K - E Y E D SUSAN. JACK-ASSES O V E R T H E W A T E R . MY WIFE SHE H A D A RED RED NOSE. SOLDIER R E S T ! T H Y W A R E F A R E O'ER. T H E LOVING PRINTED QUAKER. �Roslin Casfle* "Twas in that reason o f the year, W h e n a!J thirty gay^and sweet appeal^ T h a t Colin, with the^morning ray, A r o s e and sung his rural jay. Of Nannie's charms the shepherd sung* T h e hills and dales with Nannie rung ; W h i l e IlosJin e i ^ l e heard the swain, A n d echoed hack the cheerful strain. A wake, sweet Muse ! the breathing spring W i t h rapture warms, awake and sing ! A w a k e and join the vocal throng-, W h o hail the morning with a s o n g ; T o Nannie rau-e the cheerful lay ; O ! hid her haste and come a w a y ; In sweetest smiles herself adorn, A n d add new graces to the morn ! O hark, friy love ! on evVy spray, Each feat herd warbler tunes his lay ; ' l i s beauty fires the ravish'd throng, A n d love 'inspires the melting s o n g ; T h e n let my rapturd notes arise, F o r beauty d a n s from Nannie's eyes, A n d love my rising bosom warms, A n d fills my soul with sweet alarms. O come, my love ! thy Colin's lay W i t h rapture eaiis, O come away I C o m e , wbiie the M u s e this wreath shall twine A r o u n d that' m c d : [ b : o f ^ K t r e / '' �8 0 ! hither haste, and with thee bring T h a t beauty blooming like the spring, Those-graces that divinely shine, A n d charm this ravish'd breast o f m i n e ! BlackAll in the D o w n s the fleet lay moor'd, T h e streamers waving in the wind, "When black-eyed Sysau eame on board, Oh ! where shall I my true-love find ? Tell me, y e jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among y o u r crew. William, who high upon the yard, R o c k ' d wit ft t lie hi Hows to a nd f r o . Soon as her well known voice he heard, H e s i g l f d , and cast 1 ! The cord slides And quick So the sweet J Shuts close IF eh a nee And d T h e n< Might Susan, Susan,, lovely M y vows shall ever u u �4 Let me kiss off that falling tear, o ^ T W e only part to meet again : Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be T h e faithful compass that still points to thee. Believe not what the landsmen say, W h o tempt with doubts thy constant mind ; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In evVy port a mistress find ; Y e s , yes, believe them when they tell thee so, F o r thou art present wheresoe'er I go. I f to far India's coast we sail, . T h y eyes are seen in diamonds bright, T h y breath is Afric's spicy gale, T h y skin is ivory so white ; T h u s ev'ry beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Tho* battle calls me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; T h o ' cannons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return ; L o v e turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye. T h e boatswain gave the dreadful word, T h e sails their swelling bosoms spread, N o longer must she stay on board ; T h e y kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head : H e r lessening boat unwilling rows to land, Adieu, she cried, and wav'd her lily hand* �Jack-Asses over the Water. March ! march ! Cripplegate, Horselydown ; W h y , my flints, do ye not forward to slaughter ? March ! march ! eyes right, don't tumble down, All our Jack-asses are over the water ! Many a body blow, Tailors can make so, so, Fortune will crown us who boldly have sought her, Knights of the thimble then Fight tho' "ninth parts of men," All our Jack-asses are over the water I Come from the shop-board where cross-leg\l you're stitching, Come from the den where the cabbage you stow, Come from the goose hissing hot in the kitchen, Come with the sleeve board ye sheer men of bow. Jews' harps are sounding, War-asses bounding; Measure your distance, press on the slaughter. Draw up in line exact, (Don't mind that cataract,) All our Jack-asses are over the water. March ! march ! &c. My Wifo she had a Red Red Nose. M y wife she had a red, red nose, And a face like a full m o o n ; Her voice was like a fiddle, when Completely out of tune ! �6; A w l , flie an oilier fair t had j e t , . Which now Fil tell to you ; ^Twas when she couiri th& liquor get, She'd drink till all was blue. She'd d a n k till .all was b l u e — h e would; She'd drink'. She drank till all was b l u e — s h e did, A n d when s h e c o u l d no' more, ^ She laid her down and died—she did,. A s some have done before. I know not where Her Spirit's gone, ljut this much declare, I f she's the same in taste and tone, L o r d help the spirits there I £ojrd help the spirits there^—say I ! 4 L o r d help, &c- Soulier, Hea l thy Warfare O'er Sol d i er, rest I t h y wa r fa re o'e r, Sleep the sleep that knows r\ot breaking ; Dream o f batU'd fields n o rn^ore. Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, F$ir y strains o f rnu sic fa} 1, E v e r y lense in slumber dewing ; Soldier, rest ! thy warfare; o'er, Dream o f battl'd fields no more ; Sieep the sleep that knows not breaking,, M o r n o f toil, nor night of waking.. �7 N o rude sound shall reach thine etff, Armours clang, nor war-steed champing* T r u m p nor pibroclh sbmmon here, Mastering clan, or squadron tramping. Y ^ M f e - l & W f c slinIi-'fife.-:iTaay:iDo«ie, A t the day-break, from the fallow, A n d the bittern sound his drum. Booming from the sedgy shallow, R u d e r sounds shall none be near, Guards nor wardens challenge here, Here's no war-steeds neigh and champing* Shouting clans, nor squadron stamping. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done, W h i l e our slumberous spells assail y e , Dream not with the rising sun., Bugles lie re shall sound reveille, Sl^ ep ! the ; deer is in Ins den, S l e e p ! thy hounds are by thee l y i n g ; Sleep ! nor cream in yonder glen, H o w thy gallant steed lay dying. Huntsman, rest / thy chase is d o n e , IMiink not of the risurg stin., F o r , at dawning, to assail ye, H e r e no bugle sound reve-iliie-. The Loving Quaker. Verily, ah, how m y heart keepeth bumping, A pendulum 'gainst my tough ribs loudly thumping, �8 O r a mouse in a rat trap, that's to and fro jumping, ' T i s truth now, by yea, and by nay, And it's u m p h ! u m p h ! what can the matter be, Umph ! umph, what can the matter be, M o v ' d by the spirit so, what can the matter be, Ephraim, thouYt going astray. Y e a , marvellous 'twas, when mine eyes first went roving, From meek sister Sarah towards vanity moving, I found a profane one, it was I was loving, ' T i s truth, &e. T w a s folly's vain garment, the maid smil'd so good in, Y e a , silk hose, and pumps, on the pavement she stood in, W h i c h stirr'd up my zeal, as you'd stir up a pudding. T i s truth, &c. W h e n I , yea and 'nay ever pronounce to deceive her, M a y I bow down my body to take off my beaver, I would cherish the maiden for ever and ever. B y yea, and nay, this much I own, A n d 'tis umph, umph, what can the matter be, U m p h , umph, what can the matter be, I verily long to know what can the matter be, W h e n she is bone of my bone. � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/423f42f5b7661e5dccbceceee4b9b8d6.jpg cf6577c31d009ce120b33f6c7b152da5 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 2911 Width 1824 Document A resource containing textual data. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Collection of Songs, &amp;c. No. XVI Containing Roslin Castle. Black-Eyed Susan. Jack-Asses over the Water. My wife she had a red red nose. Soldier Rest! Thy warefare o'er. The Loving Quaker. 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. Roslin Castle. Black-Eyed Susan. Jack-Asses over the Water. My wife she had a red red nose. Soldier Rest! Thy warefare o'er. The Loving Quaker. 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 #31 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Description An account of the resource Woodcut image of a shepherd with his dog playing an instrument, being watched by a woman in a tree 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 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource JPEGs and PDF derived from master file, which was scanned from the original book in 24-bit color at 600 dpi in TIFF format using an Epson Expression 10000XL scanner. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Edinburgh: Printed for the Bookseller # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: dog(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Publisher - Edinburgh: Printed for the Booksellers Gender: man/men Gender: woman/women Musical Instrument: flute Nature: hill(s) Nature: mountain(s) Nature: tree(s) Outdoor Scene 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/087a31d4607a7a63e0d6a96261974efe.pdf 8c745a0885a1cf43dcc2f5366e0d6ea8 PDF Text Text �P O P U L A R SONGS. A REFORM SONG. U P , my countrymen, Britons get up, Why do ye sleep while tyranny rages ? Like men do your duty* break tyranny's cup,—T h e d$ed will be deathless thro' ail future ages. Then weather the storm, A.nd suive for R e f o r m ; Onward, united, our cause it is glorious; T h e king is our friend,— Till death we'll defend Our freedom and rights—long may he reign o'er us. U p with the banner that tells we are free, Down with the tyrant that dares to enslave us; Plant round our island sweet liberty's tree,— No nation for freedom shall ever out-brave us» We tell to the world, Our banner's unfurl'd, The banner of freedom, the true Briton's glory. Come, Britons, combine, Our rights are divine;; Fame will proclaim all our doings in story, �3 Come, patriots, come united and sing, Long life to the pillars and shields of our nation; God save our country, and God save our king. The bulwark and friend of this great reformation. We've told our condition By pray'r and petition, The learn'd and the wise now strive to defend us ; W e hate all oppression, And make our confession, As Britons and freemen no tyrant shall bind us. THE ARETHUSA. all you jolly sailors bold, Whose hearts are cast in honour s mould, While English glory I unfold % Huzza to the A re thus a I She is a frigate tight and brave, As ever stemmed the dashing wave ; Her men are staunch T o their favourite launch, And when the foe shall meet our fire, Sooner than strike we'll all expire, On board of the Arethusa COME 'Twas with the Spring-fleet she went out T h e English Channel to cruize about, When four French sail, in show so stou?f Bore down on the Arethusa. �4 T h e fam'd Belle Poole straight a-heatl did He, T h e Arethusa seem'd to fly, N o t a sheet or a tack, G r a brace did she slack; 1 hough the Frenchmen laugh'd, and thought it stuff, But they knew not a handful of men how tough O n board of the Arethusa. O n deck five hundred men did dance, T h e stoutest they could find in France: W e , with two hundred did advance, O n board of the Arethusa, O u r captain hailM the Frenchmen, ho ! T h e Frenchmen they cried out, hallo! Bear down, d'ye see, T o our Admiral's lee. No ? no, says the Frenchmen, that can't be,— T h e n I must lug you along with me, Says the saucy Arethusa. T h e fight was off the Frenchmen's land, W e forc'd t h e m back upon their strand, For we fought tiii not a stick would s t a M Of the gallant Arethusa. And now we've driven the foe ashore* Never to fight with Britons more,— Let each fill a glass T o his favourite lass ! A health to our captain, and officers true, And all that belong to the jovial crew Of the gallant Arethusa, �5 T H E 3ASHFU' WOOER. ye come to woo me, Tarn, Dinna at the window tap, Or cough, or hem, or gi'e a clap, T o 1st my father hear man ; He's auld, and fail'd, and wants his sleep, Sae by the hallan saftly creep, Y e need nae watch* and glowr, and peep, I'll meet ye, never fear man. WHENE'ER If a lassie ye wou'd win, Be cheerfu' ever, bashfu* never IJka Jock may get a Jen, If he has sense to try man. Whene'er we at the market meet, Dinna look like ane hauf daft, O r talk about the cauild and heat, As ye were weather-wise, m a n ; Haud up your head, and bauldly speak, And keep the blushes frae your cheek, For he wha hap, his tale to seek, W e lasses a' despise man. If a lassie, &e. I met ye lately, a* your lane, Ye seemed like ane stown frae the dead. Your teeth e'en chattered i* your head, But ne'er a word o' love, m a n ; I spak, ye look'd anither way, T h e n trimmel'd as ye'd got a flay, �6 And owre your shouther cried, € gude d a y / Nor ance to win me strave, man. If a lassie, See. My aunty left me threescore pun', But ne'er a ane o' a' the men, Till then, did bare-legg'd Eley ken, Or care a strae for me, m a n ; NoWy tiggen at me soon and latej They're cleekin but the yellow b a i t ; Yet, mind me, Tam, I needna wait, When I hae choice o' three, man. If a lassiej &c, There Jives a lad o'er yonder muir, H e has nae faut but ane—he's puir Whene'er we meet, wi' kisses sweet, He's like to be my death ? m a n ; And there's a lad ahint yon trees, Wad wade for me aboon the knees ^ Sae tell your mind, or, if you please, Nae langer fash us baith, m.an. if a lassie, &c. 'TWAS MERRY W THE HALL. Now ancient English melody Is banish'd out of doors, And nought is heard of in our day But signoras and signors. Such airs I hate Like a pig in a gate; �7 Give me the good old strain, When 'twas merry in the hall, And the beards wagg'd all: We shall ne'er see the like again, W e shall ne'er see the like again. On beds of down our dandies lie, And waste the cheerful morn ; W h i l e our squires of old would rouse the day f o the sound of the bugle horn* And their wives took care T o provide good cheer ! For when they left the plain, Oh, 'twas merry in the hall, And the beards wagg'd all! W e shall ne'er see the like again, 'Twas then the Christmas tale was told Of goblin, ghost, or fairy , And they cheer'd the hearts of their tenants old, With a cup of good canary; And they each took a smack At the cold black Jack, Till the fire burnt in their brain. O h , 'twas merry in the hall, And the beards wagg'd all i May we all see the like again. H E A R T S O F OAK. COME, cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer, T o add something more to this wonderful year j �8 T o honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as W2 sons of the waves. Hearts of oak are our ships, Jolly tars are our m e n ; W e always are ready, Steady* boys, steady* W e ' l l fight and we'll conquer again and again. W e ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay, They never see us but they wish us away ; If they run f why we follow, and run them ashore, For if they wont fight us, what can we do more. Hearts of oak, &c. They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes ! They frighten our women, our children & beaux ; But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er, Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore. Hearts of oak, &c, We'll still make 'em run ? and we'll still make 'era sweat, < l a spite of the devil and Brussels G a z e t t e ; Then cheer up my lads, with one heart let us sing, Our soldiers, our sailors, our statestnen and king* Hearts of oak, &c. FINIS, � https://scottishchapbooks.lib.uoguelph.ca/files/original/0f0468d00bae49c1c304f5e4e62479ca.jpg a07470af8826f4a25625bb63383a7675 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 3198 Width 1906 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 Popular Songs. A Reform Song. The Arethusa. 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Chapbook #14 in a bound collection of 40 chapbooks Subject The topic of the resource Chapbooks--Scotland--Kilmarnock Courtship and Marriage mythology 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 Kilmarnock: Printed for the Booksellers Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource [18--?] Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Archival & Special Collections, University of Guelph Library, Guelph, Ontario Type The nature or genre of the resource ballads & songs # of Woodcuts: 1 Animal: lion(s) Animal: unicorn(s) Bib Context: title-page Chapbook Date: no date Chapbook Genre: ballads & songs Chapbook Genre: romance Heraldry