# Works

Title_of_Work:
To the reader [of 'Mother Bunch's closet broke open']

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No harm at all is in this set,/ But teaching Maids Husbands to get,/ Also young Men of each degree.


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PART I./ READING over many ancient Histories, it was my chance to meet with this story of an ald woman who lived in the west, who took delight in studying her fortune when she found herself full twenty years old, she thought her luck worse than some ...


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To the reader [of 'The new fortune-teller: with the interpretation of dreams and moles']

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Young Men and Maids who fain/ would know,/ Your fortune, good or ill,/ In short you need no further go,/ Than to this book, which will/ Inform you well of every thing


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Directions for the Readers, By which they shall be truly informed of all the mysterious Rules and Methods of this Fortune Book.

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TAKE a new pack of Cards, shuffle them well together, he or she that holds them spreading them on the table with their faces downwards. - The lales or females, young and old, which are to draw, ...


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I. Since that this Ace is now your lot./ You will wed one that's fierce and hot,/ But if a woman do draw it,/ She will wed one with wealth and wit.


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The signification of moles in any part of the body.

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3 pages of interpretations: in 22 paragraphs


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TO dream of fire denotes anger. To dream you fly, signifies hasty news of strange things.


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Hidden things brought to light for the increase of knowledge, in reading the Holy Bible.

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The money, weight, and measures, mentioned in the Old and New Testament, with their value, and how much it is in English current money, either in gold or silver. In Troy weight...

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23-page concordance of weights, measures, money values, etc.


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IN what rapid succession has Death been making its inroads upon the Royal Family of England! Within the last four years, the PRINCESS CHARLOTTE, QUEEN CHARLOTTE, the DUKE OF KENT, KING GEORGE the THIRD, the DUCHESS OF YORK, the DUKE of CLARENCE'S ...


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PART I./ ALL tender parents who have children dear,/ Unto this little book I pray give ear;/ And be not slack to learn your children, when/ They're young in years, God's word to understand


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JERUSALEM was a principal city in Joshua's time, when Adonizedek was king, who was slain by him; yet the Jebusites held it for four hundred years after, till David won it; ...


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A Grocer of the city of Smyrna had a son, who, with the help of the little learning the country could afford, rose to the post of naib, or deputy to the Cady, or mayor of the city, ...


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WHO has not heard of Buonaparte? There is not an old woman in the country, nor a child of five years of age in Britain, but has heard of Buonaparte.A few years ago, he reigned over forty millions of our fellow men, had an army of five or six hundred ...


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PART I./ ON DUTY AND FRIENDSHIP./ A Son's Letter at School to his Father./ Honoured Sir,/ I AM greatly obliged to you for all your favours, all I have to hope is, that the progress I make in my learning will be no disagreeable return for the same. ...


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GLASGOW/ Executed at the Howgatehead, where the Monkland Canal Basin is./ Hugh Bilsland, robbery    July 10, 1765/ Agnes Dougal, murder   Nov 4, 67...


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A Certain Nobleman, living in the city of London, and having a considerable number of servants, among them he had one in whom he reposed a great deal of confidence;


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A account of a most extraordinary forewarning... in the family of Lord Tyrone, in Ireland...

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LORD Tyrone and Lady Beresford were born in Ireland; they were both left orphans in their infancy, to the care of the same person, by whom they were both educated in the principles of Deism.


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Who kill'd Cock Robin?/ I, said the Sparrow, with my bow and arrow:/ I killed Cock Robin.

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12 3-line verses, each under an illustration.


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By arrow wounded, social Redbreast dies,/ A corpse before you, here the warbler lies:


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Domestic bird, whom wintry blasts,/ To seek for human aid compell,


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A baby was sleeping, its mother was weep/ ing,/ For her husband was far on the wild/ raging sea,


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No more, no more, shall the notes of/love/ Inspire my mistrel lay;/ The song of the harp, and the voice of/ the dove,/ Must yield to the battle fray:

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3 8-line verses, the first verses providing a refrain for the rest


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The rose will cease to blow,/ The eagle turn a dove;


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THEY mourn me dead in my/ father's hall,/ The black banner waves o'er/ its tower;

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4 lines verse 'recitative', followed by by 2 8-line verses and refrain


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TWAS one day at Wapping, his/ dangers o'erhauling./ Jack Junk cocked his jemmy, and/ breached a full can.

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28 sung verse lines with interposed spoken passages


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MY heart's in the highlands, my/ heart is not here;


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Meet me in the willow glen,/ Where the silvery moon is beaming,

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4 4-line verses, the first to repeat as a refrain for the rest


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NEAR yonder hamlet in the vale,/ In peace my father's bones are laid.


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GOODBYE my love, goodbye my/ bark is on the bay.


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BLYTHE, blythe, blythe was she,/ Blythe was she but and ben,/ And well she loo'd a Hawick gill,/ And leugh to see a tappit hen.


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I KNEW by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd,/ Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,/ And I said if there's peace to be found in the world/ A heart that is humble might hope for it here,


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WHEN gloaming treads the break/ of day,/ And birds sit couring on the spray,


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ON the green banks of Shannon, when/ Shelah was nigh,/ No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I


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O here's to the year that's awa,/ We'll drink it in strong and in sma:


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SHepherds I have left my love/ Have you seen my Anna.


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SOME idly throught spend/ their time,/ Not to enjoy their rose in/ prime,


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YOUNG Pleasure like a/ swain array'd,/ With golden ringlets o'er/ his brow,


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YOung Love in a transport ex/ laim'd,/ A beautiful bow'r I'll build:


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THERE'S nought but care on ev'ry/ han,'/ In ev'ry hour that passes, O:


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Sir Neil & Glengyle, the Highland chieftains

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In yonder Isle, beyond Argyle,/ Where flocks and herds were plenty,/ Lived a rich Squire, whose sister fair,/ Was the flower of all that country.


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THIS villain was descended from an ancient family, and born in Perthshire, in the highlands of Scotland. His father dying just as he came of age, left him eighty marks a year, which he squandered away in less that a year and a half, and then lived ...


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PEPIN, King of France, had a sister, named Bellisant, whose hand was demanded by several kings and princes. Her choice fell on Alexander, Emperor of Constantinople, ...


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The discovery of a murder by an apparition

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There is a remarkable story, which I believe to be true, of a certain man, who brought to the bar of justic on suspicion of murder, which, however, ...


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Apparition of a corpse to Mrs. Stephens, of Booth Street, Spitalfieds

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Some years since, there lived in Spitalfields, one Mrs. Anne Stephens, a person at that time well lnown and respected, for her great dealings with the mercers on Ludgate-hill.


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A remarkable apparition which appeared to Mr. T. Lilly

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On the first Sabbath day, in the year 1749, Mr Thomas Lilly, the son of a farmer in the parish of Kelso in Roxburghshire, a young man intended for the curch of Scotland, ...


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The following interesting particulars of a singular apparition is related by Mr Lackington, in his life, - In the workhouse belonging to the parish of S James', at Taunton, in Somersetshire, there lived a young woman who was naturally an ideot! ...


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Ominous presages attending the latter end of the unfortunate Mr. Blandy

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Several awful presages alarmed the family of the unfortunate Mr. Blandy, of Henley, in Oxfordshire, previous to his calamity.


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Spectres that haunted the house of a gentleman in Silesia through his rash wishes

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In 1609 a gentleman residing in Silesia having invited several of his friends to dine with him, the hour of the sumptuous entertainment arrived...


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A young girl clasped round the neck by a skeleton

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On a fine summers evening, as several peasants were enjoying themselves after the labours of the day, and sitting upon the grass, reciting dreadful stories of ghosts and apparitions: one of them, who pretended to be wiser ...


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A youth of sixteen, of a weakly constitution and delicate nerves, but in other respects quite healthy, quitted his room in the dusk of the evening, but suddenly returned with a face pale as death ...


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A spectre loaded with chains appears to a young gentleman

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About the year 1570, a young man named Vasques d'Ayola, having gone to Boulogne with two of his companions to study the law, and not having found a lodging in the city to his wishes, they took an apartment in a spacious and magnificent house, ...


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Oliver Cromwell, the subject of these pages, was born in the parish of St John's Huntingdon on the 25th of April, 1599. He was descended of an ancient family of Welsh extraction, whose name was originally Williams...


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The adventures of John Okham and Tom Splicewell

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AT the conclusion of the war Jack Okham and Tom Spl;icewell two sailors, who had been some time on shore, and had spent the produce of their last voyage; after a small time, their Wapping Landlady who was called mother Double-Chalk, began not only to ...


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THIS villain, Gilder roy, was descended from an ancient family, and born in the Highlands of Perthshire, in Scotland. His father dying just as he came of age, left him eighty marks a yera, a large sum for an ordinary person in those days, but which he ...


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The history of the battle on Chevy-Chase.

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CHAPTER. I./ How the Piercies got their name, and to be Earls of Northumberland; and of the vow which the Earl in the Reign of Henry II. made to hunt on Chevy-Chace./ THE noble family of the Piercies, Earls of Northumberland, has always been highly ...


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An excellent old ballad describing the woeful hunting of Chevy Chace, and the bloody fight between the Earls Piercy and Douglas.

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GOD prosper long our noble king,/ Our lives and safeties all;/ A woeful hunting once there did/ In Cevy-Chace befal.


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The famous history of the whimsical Mr. Spectator. By the famous Mrs Bicknell with agreeable letters, both witty and very entertaining for a winter' evening, or a summers retreat.

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THE following letter is of a quite contrary nature; but I add it here, that the reader may observe at the same view, how aimiable ignorance may be when it is shewn in its simplicities, and how detestable in barbarities.

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23 -age assortment of untitled prose passages


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The history of Mr. Tommy Thoroughgood, and Mr. Francis Froward, two apprentices to the same Master.

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MR. Thomas Thoroughgood, the the [sic] younger son of a country gentleman, was put out apprentice to an eminent tradesman in Cheapside. The master finding his business increase, was obliged to take another about a year after, whose name was Francis ...


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THE fam'd Poets of Greece,/ Were but all of a piece./ And pretended the gift of some god;/ The Poets, &c.


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THE most remarkable account that I can give of my parents is, that my father was hanged for felony, and my mother transported for the same, after she was delivered of me in Newgate: from whence I was taken by some gypsies whom I remember, and left me ...


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THIS unfortunate beauty, whose wanderings of imagination, through an ill-fated attchment, had gained her the appelation of Crazy Jane, was the youngest daughter of Mr Arnold, a substantial farmer in Wiltshire.


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Of the birth, Parentage, & Education, of TOM THUMB; with all the merry prankshe played in his Childhood./ IN Authur's court Tom Thumb did live,/ A Man of mic le might,/ Who was the best at table round,/ And eke a worthy Knight.

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22.5-page verse narrative in 8 chapters of 22, 10, 6, 9, 4, 14, 10 and 16  4-line verses respectively


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A  diverting courtship, between a woman of fourscore, and a youth of sixteen

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Woman. COME, young man, your youth, wit and learning, with your other fine accomplishments, have so ensnared my heart, that I must own I could even now change my condition, and, if you are willing, enter into wedlock.


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CHAP. I./ How he stole a Broad piece of Gold out of a Countryman's Mouth./ SWALPO dressed himself like a countryman with a pair of dirty boots, and a whip in his hand, and going into Bartholomew Fair, met with no prize worth speaking on, but walking ...


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Complimental expressions, applicable to either sex, in intriguing and wooing, by way of dialogue

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Man. SEEING you are alone, I would willingly attend on you, if you please to accept of my service./ Maid. It is more than I desire of deserve,


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Man. I Would entreat you fair widow, not to discourage me in my first suit, since your virtuous carriage in your husband's lifetime, hath made me bold to plead...


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Dear Madam,/ THE long and considerate regard, by which in deep contemplation, I have eyed your most rare and singular virtues, joined with so admirable beauty, hath moved me,


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THat men have art abd skill, by sundry commendable parts, enabled o set forth their meaning, there needeth, as I think, no other testimony than your present writing:


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A letter from a young man in town to his sweetheart in the country, putting her in mind of her promise

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Sweet-heart,/ MY loving respects presented to you, and your good friends although at present our bodies are sparated some miles asunder,


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Sir,/ HE that never offended may soon be pardoned; as for my poor service, if it will be any ways beneficial to you, I shall think myself happy, ...


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EXCELLENT mistress, brighter than the moon, The scoured pewter, or the silver spoon;/ Fairer than Phaebus, or the morning star,

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20 lines of verse including 'His Epistle to her' and 'Her Answer'


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AS I expect, so let me fing,/ A faithful heart, and constant mind.


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THE W is double wealth, the I an everlasting joy;


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THE W is double woe,/ the I nought else but jealousy;


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HOw is that welcome night address'd/ When love and beauty make a feast;/ Let not the bridegroom be afraid,/ Though he encounters with a maid:


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The First Part. Tune of, Slaves to London./ BAtchelers of e'ry Situation,/ Mark this strange and true Relation,/ Which in brief to you I bring,/ Never was a stranger thing:


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An amorous dialogue between Thomas and Sarah: Or, the ready way of wooing.

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Thomas. OH, my love! how happy am I thus to meet you; Alas! my dear, why blush you?


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A dialogue between Amintas and Priscilla: Or, the willing lovers

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P. SAY why of late are you so drowsy grown?/ Why o'er your face is melancholy thrown?


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The different effects of love, a discourse between Will and Ned

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N, WELL, brother Wiull, how sped you with you mistress the other day? I perceived you push'd the matter home.


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Complimental expressions, and love poesies

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SIR, the joy yo see you is more than words can utter./ Sir, it is you alone, next heaven, on whom I must rely; your favours are so many that my heart has scarce room to contain them.


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MY love shall be for ever free,/ By death alone it is undone./ Nought shall divide the knot we've ty'd.


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A letter from a love-sick youth, to a scornful maid

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WHILST gales of sighs were sent from my sad/ breast,/ And thoughts of you could give my eyes no rest,


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The answer [to: 'A letter from a love-sick youth, to a scornful maid']

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SIR,/ YOUR poetical fancy is very great, I suppose much greater than your passion; but if you are real, take notice, I give you leave to hope, yet rely not too much upon that,


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COurtship, or good behaviour, is the most accomplished way


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AH! my joy, you are now in my power.-/ Love gives opportunity. -Come, be not so coy,


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COurteous Reader, what was Papal or heretical, in the former Copy, is left out in this Edition: for there is nothing that can offend the wise and judicious, not being taken up into a literal sense, but by way of allegory and mystical, which thus may...


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Duniwhistle, {Father to Joukum, Bristle, and Bawsy./ Joukum, in love with Rosie./ Bristle, a Man of Resolution.


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CANTO I./ BARD./ WHEN men of mettle thought it nonsense,/ to heed that cleping thing ca'd conscience/ And by free-thinking had the knack,/ Of jeering ilka word it spake:


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DICK Whittington was a very little boy when his father and mother died - so little indeed, that he never knew them, nor the place where he was born. He strolled about the country as ragged as a colt, till he met with a waggoner who was going to...


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I WAS born in the year 1726, at Koenigsberg, IN Prussia. My father, descended from an ancient family, was General of Cavalry. He died in 1740, after having received eighteen wounds in the service of Prussia. My mother was daughter of the President of the…


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The life of John MacPherson, a notorious robber.


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The history of Patrick Fleeming, a notorious robber.


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THE reputed father of Richard Balf was a pedlar, though but of small account, who with his wife used to travel to fairs and markets up and down the country, on pretence of getting bread, but, as the story goes, they got more by begging and cheating ...


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THIS villain was descended from an ancient family, and born in Perthshire, in the highlands of Scotland. His father dying just as he came of age, left him eighty marks a-year, which he squandered away in less that a year and a half, and then lived ...


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The surprising adventures of the renowned Baron Munchausen.

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ABOUT the beginning of his present Majesty's reign, I had some business with a distant relation, who then lived on the Isle of Thanet;


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LAUGH and be fat, is a common saying; therefore I would recommend laughing to the consumptive, ill-conditioned, and splenetic, as the certain cure of all their disorders.


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Laugh and be fat, or, The winter-evening's entertainment

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AT Martinico, one of the West India islands, it is an engagement between the British and French troops; one Gun, a highlander, took four French grenadiers prisoners, and brought them to the commanding officer, who asked Gun whose prisoners they were?


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Epitaph on the grave stone of a wool-comber who was hang'd for stealing sheep

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HERE lies the body of Tom Kemp,/ Who liv'd by wool, and dy'd by hemp;


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The life and comical transactions of Lothian Tom

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THIS Thomas Black, vulgarly called Lothian Tom, because of that country, was born four miles from Edinburgh.


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Number II. Which contains the IV. V. and VI parts of The life and comical transactions of Lothian Tom.

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a green field of standing corn, though something green, yet convenient for this purpose, as it lay some distance from any house or person;

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7-page prose narrative: conclusion of part 3, parts 4 and 5, beginning of Part 6. This book begins with the last words of a sentence begun in the first book, and ends a little way into part 6.


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The last number of The life comical transactions of Lothian Tom.

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Tom thinks with himself that give them all a bite in general who had refused him: So in he comes next day (and all of them had heard of a fine fat calf he had feeding)...

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6-page prose narrative, taking up from the interrupted Part 6 in the second book.


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AS I was a walking one morning in the spring,/ I heard a young plowman so sweetly to sing, And as he was singing, these words he did say,


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Jockey and Maggy's courtship as they were coming from the market.

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PART I./ Jockey. HEY, Maggy, wilt thou stay and tak kent fouks hame wi' ye the night?/ Mag. Wiltu come awa than, Johny.

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34.5-page prose narrative in 3 parts, including passages of dialogue


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HERE lies the dust of John Bell's Mither;/ Against her will, death's brought her hither;


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NOW a'body kens my Mither's dead,/ For weel I wat I bore her head,/ And in the grave I saw her hid,


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The comical history of Simple John and his twelve misfortunes, &c.

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SImple John was a widow's son, and a coarse country weaver to his trade; He made nothing but such as canvas for caff'-beds, corn and coal sacks, druggit and harn was the finest webs he cou'd lay his fingers to;


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IT is a certain old saying, that where women are conveen'd in crouds, there can be but little silence; and some have acknowledged that it was a great bondage for them to hold their peace in the church; and when their is much talk by ignorant speakers…


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The young coalman's courtship to a creel-wife's daughter.

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ALL you that's curious of Courtship, give attention to this History of Mary and her son Sawny, a young Coalman, who lived in the country, a few miles from Edinburgh.

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15-page prose narrative (includes dialogue) in 3 parts


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MR. GEORGE BUCHANAN was a Scotsman born, and though of mean parentage, made great progress in learning. As for his understanding, and ready wit, he exceeded all men then alive in that age, that ever proposed questions to him. He was servant or teacher ...


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Preface. [to 'The history of John Cheap, The chapman']


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PART I./ The following relation is taken from his own mouth, verbatim./ I JOHN CHEAP by chance, at some certain time, doubtless against my will, was born at the Hottom near Habertehoy mill: My father was a Scots Highlandman, and my mother a Yorkshire...


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PART I./ Tom. GOOD morrow, Sir, this is a very cold day./ Teag. Arra, dear honey, yesternight was a very cold morning./ Tom. Well brother traveller, of what nation art thou?


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Pady's humble petition, or supplication.

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GOOD Christian people, behold me! a man who has com'd thro' a world of wonders, a hell full of hardships, dangers by sea, and dangers by land, and yet I am alixe, ...


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I Believe the Pope of Rome to be the right heir and true successor of Peter the Apostle: And that he has a power above the kings of the world, being spiritual and temporal; ...


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The comical and witty jokes of John Falkirk the merry piper.

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A certain old reverend priest, being one night at supper on a gentleman's house;and for one article having eggs, the server of the table, as usual laid a cloth on every knee, ...


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Q.  What is the wisest behaviour of ignorant persons?/ A. To speak of nothing but what they know, and to give their opinion of nothing but what they understand.

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7 pages of prose question-answer paragraphs


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Janet Clinker's oration on the pride of young women and the virtues of the old, &c..

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THE madness of this unmuzzled age has driven me to mountains of thought, and a continued meditation;


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The comical and merry tricks of Leper the taylor

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LEPER's father lived in a village about six miles from Glasgow, and died when Leper was but very young, he left a widow and three children, two daughters and a son,


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The great solemnity of the taylor's funeral who lay nine days in state on his own shop-board

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THIS Taylor in his lifetime desired That all those who came to attand his his [sic] funeral, might be handsomely entertained with a half-penny roll, and a pint of ale;


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I WILL and bequeath unto Simon Whipstitch, my needle and thimble;


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AMONGST several ancient records, this Bucky is not mentioned: There was a set called Buccaniers, who were pirates, that is to say, sea robbers, and after a strict search for that set of sea-robbers, they dispersed; what of them...

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23-page prose narrative with illustrations


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A Woman who has haughty looks, in under the infection of a plague, even pride. She is ignorant of herself, and thinks as much as she is her own maker, always despising her fellow creatures, as if she was not the seed of Adam./ 2. Her eyes being always ...


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I Sir John Barly-corn, being now drove near the last period of my life, think it proper before I depart and be no more, to give the world a relation of my nativity, my last wishes and dying words; with my kind caution to my beloved friends and compan...


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Donal Drouth' reply, with a description of his bdrunken wife

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I DONAL DROUTH have heard thy vindication, O Barley Corn! and if all the world should become as the dogs in Egypt not to move their tongues against thee, I will not be silent, until I have satisfaction for what thou hast done unto me, and my subject, ...


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A copy of a summon for any drunken person

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At Tipping-hooly, the    day of    1799./ GEORGE &c./ WHERAS it is humbly meant and shown to us, by our Lovite, Sir John Allan Malt of Maltcorn, that yo      / have been guilty of the beastly and abominable sin of DRUNKeNESS,...


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HERSELL pe Highland shentleman,/ pe auld as Pothwel prig, man;/ An' mony alterations seen .../ amang te Lallant whig, man,/ Fal lal, &c.


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ALONE to the banks of the dark rolling/ Danube,/ Fair Adelaid hied when the battle was o'er;


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BECAUSE the fickle shepherd's gone,/ to win some other fair,/ Don't think that I'll be left alone,/a prey to spleen and care.


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YOUNG Colin having much to say,/ in secret to a maid,/ Persuaded her to leave the hay,/ and seek the embow'ring shade,


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HOW imperfect is expression,/ some emotions to impart:/ When we mean a soft confession,/ and seek to hide the tender heart.


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BRITONS bauld though Britons few,/ On the plains of Waterloo;/ Britons, heroes, always true/ To rights and liberty.


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Awa, awa, my Jamie's gane,/ Out owre the seas, far far frae hame,


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Will ye gang through the King's Park,/ My darling young deary O./ And spen the lee-lang simmer's day,/ Around the Wells o' Weary O.


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O will ye hae ta tartan plaid,/ Or will ye hae ta ring, mattam?/ Or will you hae ta kiss o' me?/ And dats ta pretty ting mattam.


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A/ A BEGUN turn is ha'f ended/ A blate cat makes a proud mouse/ A black hen lays a white egg/ A blythe heart makes a blooming look


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Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy!/ Take thy pail, and to labour away,/ Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy!


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From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe re-/ quested,/ A sprig, her fair breast to adorn:


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IF you ax me where I come frae, I say the Fell seyde,/ Where fadder and mudder, and honest fowk beyde,


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I was the boy for bewitching 'em,/ Whether good-humour'd or coy;


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MARY once had lovers two,/ Whining, pining, sighing:/ "Ah!" cries one, "what shall I do!/ Mary dear, I'm dying!"


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SIR Solomon Simons, when he did wed,/ Blush'd black as a crow, his fair lady did blush light,/ The clock struck twelve, they were both tuck'd in bed,/ In the chimney a rush-light,/ A little farthing rush-light,


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ADOWN a dark alley I courted a maid,/ Miss Judy mcSnifter, who wash'd for a trade. Och, Cupid led me a figary.


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NOW we're all met here togerther,/ In spite of wind and weather,/ To moisten well our clay;/ Before we think of jogging,/ Let's take a cheerful noggin,


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THEY call me smirking Bobby,/ With the women I'm a hobby,/ Which you'll find as I go on;


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IF my own botheration don't alter my plan,/ I'll sing seven lines of a tight Irish-man,/ Wrote by old Billy Shakespear of Ballyporeen.


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COME, all you young men lof learning,/ A warning take by me;/ Keep your hands from pen and paper,/ For it's called forgery.


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WHAT tho' on homely fare we dine,/ Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that,/ Gie fools their silk, and knaves their wine,


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MY daddy was a tinker's son,/ And I'm his boy, 'tis ten to one;


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O Shepherd, the weather is misty and changing,/ Will you now show me over the hills to Traquire?

Work_Notes:
6 verses: 1 of 8 lines, 2 of 6 lines, 4 of 8 lines and 1 of 12 lines respectively


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HOPE told a flatt'ring tale,/ That joy would soon return;/ Ah! nought my sighs avail,/ For Love is doom'd to mourn.


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WHEN hope lay hush'd in silent night,/ and woe was wrapp'd in sleep;/ In glided Margaret's pale-ey'd ghost,/ and stood at William's feet.


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WHILST happy in my native land,/ I boast my country's charter;/ I'll never basely lend a hand/ Its liberties to barter.


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ROY'S wife of Aldivalloch,/ Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Wat ye how she cheated me/ As I came o'er the braes o' Balloch:


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FRAE the Grampian hills, will the Royal ear/ hear it,/ An' listen to Norman the Shepherd's plain tale;/ The north win' is blawing and gently will bear it,/ Unvarnish'd and honest, o'er hill and o'er dale


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ARISE! arise! Britannia's sons arise!/ And join in the shouts of the patriotic throng:


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HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom/ Bowling,/ The darling of our crew;


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WHAT beauties does Flora disclose!/ How sweet are her smiles upon/ Tweed!/ Yet Mary's still sweeter than those,/ Where nature doth fancy exceed.


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CAULD blaws the win' frae north to/ south,/ And drift is driving sairly/ The sheep are couring in the heugh,/ O sirs! it's winter fairly.


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I'VE heard of a lilting at our ewes milking,/ Lasses a lilting before the break of day;/ But now there's a moaning on ilka green loaning,/ That our braw Foresters are a' wede away.


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RECITATIVE./ O'ER Nelson's tomb, with silent grief oppress'd,/ Britannia mourn'd her hero now at rest./But those bright laurels ne'er shall fade with years,/ Whose leaves are water'd by a nation's tears. AIR./ 'Twas in Trafalgar's bay, We saw the ...

Work_Notes:
1 4-line verse [recitative] and 3 12-line 'air' verses


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IN April, when primroses paint the sweet plain,/ And summer, approaching, rejoiceth the swain,


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O WHISTLE and I'll come to you, my lad,/ O whistle and I'll come to you, my lad:/ Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad,


Work_Notes:
7 8-line verses and 'Rum ti iddity iddity, fal de ral lal de ral lido'' chorus


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The coxcomb bagatelle,/ That thinks it bears the bell,

Work_Notes:
12 6-line verses, preceded by prefatory 2-line verse: 'Tis as natural for peacocks to spread out their tail,/ As for women, of fine clothes themselves to avail.


Title_of_Work:
Up an' waur them a', Willie : a touch on the times

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Up an' waur them a', Willie. - Up an' waur them a';/ For great's the need, then rise wi' speed/ An' vindicate the law, Willie.


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I once Knew a nigger, his name was Uncle Ned,/ But he's gone dead long ago;


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JEANY Diver is my name./ From Dublin town I lately came,/ It was my wit and nimble hands/ That caus'd me for to leave Ireland,


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My father he left me a snug little cot,/ Which by one trifling accident I never got,


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THE decks were clear'd, the gallant/ band/ Of British tars, each other cheering,/ Each kindly shook his messmate's hand,/ With hearts resolv'd, no danger fearing;


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FOR England when, with fav'ring gale,/ Our gallant ship up channel steer'd,/ And, scudding under easy sail,/ The high blue western land appear'd,/ To heave the lead, the seaman sprung,/ And to the Pilot cheerly sung,/ "By the deep - nine!"


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NEED Mizen lov'd a maid call'd Anna,/ Fair as the rose in June was she:/ Her gentle air and pleasing manner,/ Made him forget his toil at sea.


Title_of_Work:
The old Scottish tragical ballad of Sir James the Rose


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HERE's a health to them that's awa,/ Here's a health to them that's awa,/ And wha winna wish gude luck to our cause,/ May never gude luck be their fa',


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Pray Goody please to moderate the rancour/ of your tongue/ Whyflash those sparks of fury from your eyes?


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Young Donald is the blythest lad/ That e'er made love to me,/ Whene'er he's by, my heart is glad/ He seems so gay and free;


Title_of_Work:
The cypress wreath. A glee for 3 voices.

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O lady twine no wreath for me,/ Or twine of the cypress tree!/ Too lively grows the lily's light/ The varnish'd holly's all too bright,


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I'd be a butterfly born in a bow'r,/ Wjere roses and lilies' and violets meet:/ Roving for ever from flower to flower,/ And kissing all buds that are pretty and/ sweet.

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses plus last 2 lines of each verse as refrain.


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He's owre the hoills that I lo'e well,/ He's o'er the hills we daurna name;/ He's o'er the hills ayont Dumblane,/ Wha soon will get his welcome hame.


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They bid me sleep, they bid me pray/ they say my heart is warpt and wrung -/ I cannot sleep on Highland brae;/ I cannot pray in Highland tongue.


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Keen the frosty winds war blawin/ Deep the snaw had wreath'd the/ plows,/ Watty, wery't a' day sawin',/ Dannert down to Mungo Blew's


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Macgregor, Macgregor, remember our foeman;/ The moon rises high from the brow of Benlo/ mond;/ The clans are impatient and chide thy delay;/ Arise! let us bound to Glen-Lyon away.


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LOCHIEL! Lochiel! Beware of the day,/ When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle/ array!/ For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight,/ And the clans of Culloden are scatter'd in fight;


Title_of_Work:
The history of Cinderella; or the little glass slipper.

Work_Notes:
12.5-page prose narrative with illustrations


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Green grow the rashes, O!/ Green grow the rashes, O!/ The sweetest hours that e'er I spend/ Are spent amang the lasses, O!


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There was a lad was born in Kyle,/ But whsatna day o' whatna style,


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Behind yon hills where Lugar flows,/ 'Mang moors and mosses many, O,/ The wintry sun the day has clos'd,/ and I'll awa to Nannie, O.


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Oh Kenmure's on and awa, Willie!/ O Kenmure's on and awa!/ And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord,/ That ever Galloway saw.


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O' a' the airts the wind can blaw,/ I dearly like the west,


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Is there, for honest poverty,/ That hangs his head, and a' that?/ The coward slave we pass him by,/ We dare be poor for a' that!


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Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,/ How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;


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Blythe, blythe and merry was she/ Blythe was she butt and ben:/ Blythe by the banks of Ern,/ And blythe in Glenturit glen.


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Thou lingering star, with lessening ray,/ That lovest to greet the early moru [sic],


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I coft a stane o' haslock woo',/ To make a wat to Johnny o't;/ For Johnny is my only jo,


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Ye banks & braes, and streams around/ The castle of Montgomery,/ Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,


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I hae a wife o' my ain -/ I'll partake wi' naebody;


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CHORUS./ Up in the morning's no for me,/ Up in the morning early;/ When a' the hills are covere'd wi' snaw,/ I'm sure it's winter fairly.


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It was upon a Lammas night,/ When corn rigs are bonnie,/ Beneath the moon's unclouded light/ I hied awa' to Annie:


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I'll ay ca' in by yon town,/ And by yon garden green, again;/ I'll ay ca' in by yon town,/ And see my bonnie Jean again.


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Sweetest May, let love inspire thee;/ Take a heart which he desires thee;/ AS thy constant slave regard it;


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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,/ And never brought to mind?/ Should auld acquaintance be forgot,/ And days o' lang syne?


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Where Cart rins rowin' to the sea,/ By mony a flower and spreading tree,/ There lives a lad, the lad for me,/ he is a gallant weaver.


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Louis, what reck I by thee,/ Or Geordie on his ocean?/ Dyvor, beggar louns to me,/ I reign in Jeanie's bosom.


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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,/ Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;


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My love she's but a lassie yet,/My love she's but a lassie yet,/ We'll let her stand a year or twa,


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The weary pund, the weary pund,/ The weary pund o' tow;/ I think my wife will end her life/ Before she spin her tow.


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Bannocks o' bear meal,/ bBannocks o' barley;/ Here's to the Highlandman's/ Bannocks o' barley.


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Oh, my love's like a red, red rose,/ That's newly sprung in June:


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Fairest maid on Devon Banks,/ Crystal Devon, winding Devon,


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John Anderson, my jo, John,/ I wonder what you mean,/ To rise sae early in the morn,/ Ans sit so late at e'en;


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Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er,/ Come boat me o'er to Charlie;


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Oh Willie brewed a peck o' maut;/ And Rob and Allan cam to pree:


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Scots, who hae wi' Wallace bled,/ Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;


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IN ancient times, far i' the north,/ A hunder miles ayont the Forth,/ Upon a stormy winter day,/ Twa men forgather'd o' the way,


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THE catle of the Prince of Tolfi was built on the summit of the owering [sic] and precipitious rock of Scylla, and commanded a magnificent view of Sicily in all its grandeur. Here during the wars of the middle ages, ...


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The Kent, Captain Henry Cobb, a fine new ship of 1350 tons, bound to Bengal and China, lelt [sic] the Downs on the 19th February, with 20 officers, 344 soldiers, 43 women, and 66 children, belonging to the 31st regiment; with 20 private passengers, and...


Title_of_Work:
Dreadful sufferings of six deserters from St. Helena, in a whale boat.

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On December 12, 1799, a court of enquiry was held at St. Helena, before Captain Desfontaine, president. Lieut. B. Hodson, and Ensign Young, when the folowing extraordinary and affecting narrative of the sufferings of six deserters from the artillery ...


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Sir Walter Scott's Novels are of themselves a library, and one tree of his is a grove ' una nemus.'/ No authors of romance have ever equalled his fecundity, not even Calprenede, among whose works is Cassandre, who announces herself to the great ...


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Mary was the daughter of Joseph Morley, who was landlord of an Inn on one of the great roads in the north of England, situate near the ruins of the ancient abbey of St. Agatha, whose tall arches and ivied remains attracted the attentio of many an ...


Title_of_Work:
Southey's poem on Mary, the maid of the inn. Founded on the foregoing melancholy tale

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WHo is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly fixed eyes,/ Seem a heart overcharged to express?/ She weeps not, yet often and deeply sighs;


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I will do what I can, I am a Dundee man,/ If you listen unto me;/ I hope will tell if I do get wrang/ About the worthies o' Dundee.// There was a little man called Waterloo/ That carried a muckle stick/ And if you cried out Paddy's craw/ You was sure ...


Title_of_Work:
Female heroism. A real fact, related by Meissner.

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BARON R- tried to spend the summer at a charming seat, situated in a most romantic country, at a considerable distance from the main road. His castle, standing upon the top of an eminence, corresponded with his large fortune:


Title_of_Work:
The wooden leg. A Swiss tale. By Gessner

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A Young Shepherd was tending his goats [sic] on the mountain where the Ranti-streamlet gushes into the valley. His pastoral reed awakened the seven-fold echo among the rocks, and sounded cheerfully through the valley.


Title_of_Work:
Journal for de week. The following paper was dropped from the pocket of a Jew, a character well known upon 'Change.

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SUNDAY - no business to be done - de Christians all out making holiday - waited at home for Levi: he never come - took a walk in St. George's fields - put me in mind of Newgate - called dere - supped and smoked a pipe with Lord George Gordon - very ...


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OGIER lost his dear brother Baldwin by the hand of his emperor's son. He had been the darling of his heart, the sweet remembrance of the happy dreams of his youth.


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IT may not be amiss, before we enter on the subject of this little work, to observe, that the appelation of old was given to him, not so much on account of length of years, as from being depraved, hardened, and old in iniquity.


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Whimsicality of a sailor./ NO class of men whatever furnish us with more anecdotes, replete with humour and native glee, than sailors. The majority of them brought up as peasants, on their entering a new career on board ship, are at once lost to the world

Work_Notes:
More than 170 1-paragraph anecdotes, bon mots, puns, ripostes, etc


Title_of_Work:
Seige of Alicant; or, a signal instance of English fortitude

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IN the year 1709, when our forces were in Spain, Alicant, a place of great importance to our ally King Charles, was beseiged by an army of 12,000 men. As this city and castle had been taken by the remarkable valour of the British seamen;...


Title_of_Work:
Anecdote of Sir Matthew Hale, Lord Chief justice of the King's Bench in the reign of Charles II.

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A GENTLEMAN of about 500l. a year estate, in the eastern part of England, had two sons. The ledest being of a rambling disposition, took a place in a ship and went abroad. After several years, his father died, when the younger son destroyed his will, ...


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(This story is doubtless the original from which are derived LEWIS's Bravo of Venice; ELLISTON's Venetian Outlaw; and the new melo drama entitled Rugantino, or The Bravo of Venice, which was lately performed in Covent-Garden theatre with so much applause.


Title_of_Work:
Anecdote of Professor Junker, of the University of Halle

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MANY, who were personally acquainted with this celebrated character, had frequently heard him relate the followingt ancedote:-/ Being professor of anatomy, he once procured for dissection, the bodies of two criminals who had been hanged. The key of ...


Title_of_Work:
Anecdote of Governor Wall (from Carr's Stranger in France.)

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AS I have alluded (says he) to the fate of Governor Wall, I will conclude this chapter by relating an anecdote of terror and infatuation of guilt, displayed in the conduct of this wretched man, in the presence of a friend of mine, from whom I received it


Title_of_Work:
Anecdote of Whitfield, the famous preacher

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ABOUT forty years ago, the famous Mr George Whitfield used annually to visit to Glasgow, and by his popular mode of preaching, allured great multitudes, especially of the female sex, to attend his sermons. The great object of his discourses was to ...


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(It is well known that, during the latter years of his life, Dr. Franklin was much subject to the gout. The folowing dialogue evinces so much of the genius and naivette of the Doctor, that it possesses sufficient internal evidence to be able to...

Work_Notes:
8-page prose dialogue between 'Mr Franklin' and 'Gout'


Title_of_Work:
Park's entertaining fairy tale of the two sisters

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A WIDOW had two daughters; one of them was very pretty, but the other was ugly. Odd as you may think it, she loved the ugly one the best, and the other was made to do all the work, and was in short quite the drudge of the whole house.


Title_of_Work:
Park's entertaining fairy tale of Riquet with the tuft

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THERE was, once upon a time, a queen, who had a son that was very ugly; and, on account of his having a hump upon his back, and very little hair upon his head, he was called "RIQUET WITH THE TUFT."


Title_of_Work:
Park's history of Jack and the beanstalk

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IN the days of King Alfred, there lived a poor widow: she had an anly child - ason - named "JACK," an indolent, extravagant fellow, who paid no regard to anything she said.


Title_of_Work:
Sketch of the eccentric life of Daniel Dancer, Esq.

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AVARICE, the most degrading of all passions to the understanding, and the most deleterious to our happiness, exhibits an humiliating picture of human nature, and most impressively illustrates the undeniable truth, that wealth cannot confer ease to its...


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AT the close of an election at Lewes, the late Duke of Newcastle was so delighted with the conduct of a casting voter, that he almost fell upon his neck as kissed him.


Title_of_Work:
Humorous epistle to Mr Cunningham, after his marriage

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NO! I will not attempt an apology. - Amid all my hurry of business, grinding the faces of the publican and the sinner on the merciless wheels of the excise; making ballads, and then drinking and singing them; and, over and above all, the correcting ...


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COME, come, no palavering me over, with my dear friend, and dear friend; I hate the word, there's so much hypocisy in the world.

Work_Notes:
4-page prose duologue between 'Squib' and 'Capt. Noah'.


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BY SOUTHEY. - SCENE, BOTANY BAY./I Was a plough-boy once; as free from woes/ And blithesome as the lark with whom I rose.


Title_of_Work:
The wonderful life and remarkable death of Dr. John Faustus.

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CHAP. I./ Of the Doctor's Parentage and Birth./ JOHN FAUSTUS was born in the town of Rhodes, in the province of Weimar in Germany; his father, being a poor husbandman, was unable without much difficulty to bring him up;

Work_Notes:
36-plus pages of prose narrative in 29 or more chapters (last pages of copy missing)


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ALADDIN was the son of Mustapha, a poor tailor in one of the rich provinces in China. When he was of age to learn a trade, his father took him into his own work-shop; but Aladdin loved play more than work, ...


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It was a custom of King Henry to stroll about the streets of London in disguise during the night, to see that the guardians did their duty; and returning in the morning, he always observed a Cobbler early at work, singing or whistling merrily.


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My roses bloom in winter, beneath a weeping sky,/ And they retain their beauties when other rosesw die,

Work_Notes:
8-lines of song verse. 'Sung by Mr Sinclair, in the "Devil's Brother".'


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Arise, Britannia! Arm ye Gauls,/ Join Allemania with the brave;/ In aid of Poland freedom calls/ To arms - a gallant people save.


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The lintie whistles on the whun,/ The lavrock warbles i' the lift,/ While some birds chirp and others croon,/ But a' rejoice in Nature's gift.


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Whaur Leven's waters to the sea/ In silence gently row,/ Within a snugly shaded cot/ Dwells Jessie o' the knowe.


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Tam's wife o' Puddentuscal,/ Tam's wife o' Puddentuscal;/ Wat ye how she scaulded me,/ And ca'd me baith a loun and rascal.

Work_Notes:
Air - "Roy's wife of Aldivalloch". 3 4-line verses & 4-line chorus. 'attributed to the poet Gilfillan'


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O! ye mariners, mariners, mariners,/ That sail upon the sea,/ Let not my father and mother to wit,/ The death that I maun dee.


Title_of_Work:
No more by moonlight. Sung by Ariel in the "Virgin Queen"

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No more by moonlight shall be seen,/ Upon the isle's enamelled green,/ Or on the yellow sands and shelves,/ In sportive dance the fairy elves,


Title_of_Work:
The red rover's song. Music by the Cevalier Newkomn.

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A merry life is ours, I trow,/ While on the billow's surge we go;


Title_of_Work:
My Jamie is far o'er the sea. Sung by Mrs Waylett. Music by A. Lee.

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Oh sing from thy spray,/ Thy wild notes so gay,/ Pretty warbler, oh sing from the tree;


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OH! wonders sure will never cease,/ While works of art do so increased,/ No matter whether in war or peace,/ Men can do whatever they please.


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I seek for her, on every shore,/ But seek her, alas! still in vain,/ In the cabin where oft I've been,/ On the waves of the wild-crested main.

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses. 'Composed by Rodwell from the "Evil Eye"


Title_of_Work:
The spruce little soldier. Sung by Mrs Newton in the Review.

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A spruce little soldier I'll swagger away/ The foes of old England to help for to drub;


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When the sun sinks to the coral caves,/ When the wind sleeps in the deep blue waves;


Title_of_Work:
Oh! Remember me. Sung by Madame Vestria.

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Remember me, though rolling ocean/ Place its bounds 'twixt thee and me;/ Remember me with soft emotion,/ And believe I think on thee.

Work_Notes:
Air - Weber's last waltz. 3 8-line verses


Title_of_Work:
Cock Robin. Sung by Mr Lloyd, and Mr Reeley, at the Theatre Royal, Edinburgh.

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Toodletitoo was a dandy cock robin,/ His tail was tied up with a yard of blue ribbon;/ Tho' his tail was no bigger than that of a flea,/ He thought it the handsomest tail that could be.

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses and 'Oh! cock robin, ..., &c.' refrain


Title_of_Work:
My sister dear. From "Masaniello" - Music by Auber.

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My sister dear, o'er this rude cheek/ Oft I've felt the tear-drop stealing;

Work_Notes:
2 6-line verses and 'Shed for thee, my sister dear' refrain


Title_of_Work:
Wallace was the bravest knight. (Original.) Air - "Willy was a wanton wag."

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Wallace was the bravest knight/ That ever yet old Scotland saw;/ In freedom's cause, for honour bright, He aye his sword would draw.


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The darksome wintry glooms are fled,/ The primrose paints the mountain side;/ The opening daisy decks the dale,


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A rosebud gently waved its head,/ WEt with the morning's dew,/ Young zephyr o'er the garden sped


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"Ye're far frae hame, my Jeanie, love,/ At e-ening's lonesome hour;/ Your father will be sad and wae,/ To miss his fairest flower.


Title_of_Work:
My Caledonian laddie, O (Original.) Air - "Miss Forbes' farewell to Banff"

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Though blackbirds sing and daisies spring,/ And banks and braes seem bonnie, O!/ Yet what are they, though ten times more,/ Since I hae\ lost my Johnnie, O!


Title_of_Work:
Away, away, to the Highland hills. Air - "My love is like a red red rose."

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Away, away to the Highland hills!/ Away, away with me,

Work_Notes:
12 4-line verses. 'Copied from the Forris, Elgin, and Nairn Gazette, where it is printed as original.'


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My boyhood's home! I see thy hills,/ I see thy valley's changeful green;/ And manhood's eye a tear-drop fills,/ Tho' years have rolled since thee I've seen.

Work_Notes:
3 10-line verses including repeated lines


Title_of_Work:
When rosy daylight flies. Music by De Pinna.

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When rosy daylight flies/ The coming of the night,/ And through the shadowy skies/ The stars are beaming bright;

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses and closing 2-line verse plus repeated last lines


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The sun upon the lake is low/ The wild birds hush their song,/ The hills have evening's deepest glow/ Yet Leonard tarries long.


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O, Love's a bitter thing to hide,/ The lad that drees it's to be pitied;


Title_of_Work:
What shall he have that killed the deer? A glee, from "As you like it"

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What shall he have that killed the deer?/ His leathern skin and horns to wear;


Title_of_Work:
Peter M'Craw (original.) Air - "Bonnie Dundee"

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O! do ye ken Peter the taxman an' writer,/ Ye're weel aff wha kennaething 'bout him ava',/ They ca' him inspector, or poors' rates' collector,/ My faith he s weel kent in Leith - Peter M'Craw.


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From Brighton two Paddies walked under a cliff,/ For pebbles and shells to explore,/ When too a small barrel was dropt from a skiff,/ Which floated at length to the shore;


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The road was encumbered with mud,/ And the rain it came trickling down;/ Yet I said, that I would, if I could,/ And I presently ambled to town:


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I gazed upon a lovely face,/ 'Twas beautifully fair;/ But marks of sorrow I could trace,/ The care-worn brow was there.


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A poor little boy, with his basket of flints,/ Sat making this piteous cry:


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Billy Taylor was a brisk young fellow,/ Full of fun and full of glee,/ And his heart he did diskiver/ To a lady fair and free.


Title_of_Work:
Bonny lass, ye're dear to me. (Original.) Air - The lea rig.

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O! sweet's the primrose on the brae,/ An' sweet the lily on the plain,/ An' sweet yon scented hawthorn tree,


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The moon had climb'd the highest hill/ That rises o'er the source of Dee,


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Slaves are they that heap up mountains,/ Still desiring more and more;

Work_Notes:
2 4-line verses 'from Thomas Randolph's Comedy of Aristippus, or the Jovial Philosopher, presented in a private show, London, 1662'.


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O'er the furze-covered mountains as weary I roam,/ And the bright star of evening appears;


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Crambambulie, all the world over,/ Thou'rt mothers to Germans true;

Work_Notes:
4 6-line verses and 'Crambambulie! crambambulie!' refrain


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Oh! weep for thosethat wept by Babel's streams,/ Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream!


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As I was\walking on the street,/ I met a lady fair;/ She had two shoes upon her feet,/ But had not combed her hair.

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5 4-line verses. 'Composed and sung at the Theatre Royal by - Young, Esq.


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I stood upon the summit green,/ The mountain heather bloom'd around;/ With sweetness deck'd the lovely scene,

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4 8-line verses. By 'T. Y.' - Thomas Young?


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Macgregor! Macgregor! thy fame is no more,/ The blaze of thy glory for ever is o'er;


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Oh! Rosa, sweet Rosa, my soul is on fire,/ And my heart beats for thee with unwonted desire;


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Beside the rugged Pyrenees,/ By moonlight I have strayed,/ And 'neath a canopy of trees/ I've met my Spanish maid:


Author:
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788 1824

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I saw thee weep, the big bright tear/ Come o'er that eye of blue;


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Dear maid of Italia, though parted by sorrow/ From thy sunny clime where flowers ever bloom,/


Title_of_Work:
The Yorkshire Irishman; or, The adventures of a potatoe merchant

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My father was once a great merchant,/ As any in Ireland is found;/ But, faith! he could ne'er save a shilling,/ Though ttaoes he sold by the pound.

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7 8-line verse narrative. 'From Fairburn's Everlasting Songster'


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But keep on your bonnet, auld Saunders, auld Saunders,/ And dinna make fash or fraca about me,


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How sweet 'tis to wander,/ When daybeams decline;

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2 6-line verses. Music by Kerr Helstig. Sung by Miss A Hyland.


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Sound! sound the tambourine,/ Welcome now the gipsy star!

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20 lines. Sung by Miss Coveny in "Lo Tingaro". Music by A. Lee.


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Music is sweet when evening closes,/ And while mists sail oe'er the pale blue sky;


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Mnynheer Van Dunck though he never got drunk,/ Sipped brandy and water gaily,


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Oft we have read in song and story,/ How gallant knights of high renown/ Have thrown the trophies of their glory,/ And their rough battle harness down;


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I'll sing you a new song, all of the olden time,/ When cooks, while turning at the spit, must chant a/ kitchen chime;/


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Hail smiling morn,/ That tips the hills with gold,


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Chorus of youths./ See! the conquering hero comes,/ Sound the trumpet, beat the drums,

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3 6-line verses including repeated lines. Music by Handel


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When liberty first sought a home on the earth,/ No altar the goddess could find,/ Till art's greatest triumph to printing gave birth,/ And her temple she reared in the mind;

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses. "This song was sung at the anniversary of the fourth centenary of the art of printing, held in the Theatre Royal, Edinburgh, on Monday, the 10th July, 1837. - National Melodist." Music by G. Croall.


Title_of_Work:
See! ye swains. Air, from the Opera of Rosina.

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Solo Canto. See! ye swains, yon streaks of red/ Call you from your slothful bed;


Title_of_Work:
Glee, 3 voices. Sung by Signora Storace, Miss Grainger, Master Webb, "In the Iron Chest."

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Solo. Five times by the taper's light/ The hour-glass I have turned to-night;


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A lady made a great complaint,/ A little while ago;/ She seem'd to be in great despair,/ About a cook or two.

Work_Notes:
Air - "Oh London is a fine town". 9 4-line verses.


Title_of_Work:
The Assyrians came down. Glee, 4 voices.

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The Asssyrians came down like the wolf on the fold,


Title_of_Work:
Poor Tom. Sung in the farce of "The Waterman."

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Then farewell my trim built wherry,/ Oars and coat and badge farewell;/ Never more at Chelsea ferry/ Shall your Thomas take a spell.


Title_of_Work:
Smart young bachelors. Sung by Miss Newton, at the Theatre Royal, Edinburgh.

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Here we are a dashing set, smart young bachelors,

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses and spoken prose conclusion


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The bonny brucket lassie,/ She's blue beneath the e'en,

Work_Notes:
"Scottish Musical Museum, very old, edited by James Johnstone." 5 8-line verses.


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Ove not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay,/ Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers,


Title_of_Work:
Clear! clear was the morning (Original.)

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Clear! clear was the morning, and flowers were/ adorning,/ The lawns and the gardens and nature seemed gay,/ When a sorrowful maiden with wild roses laden,


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The boatie's rowing o'er the deep,/ And hast'ning to the shore;


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Bryan O'Lynn had no coat to put on,/ He borrowed a goatskin to make a one;


Title_of_Work:
Dramatic lyrics. Upon Miss Vining, Theatre Royal, Edinburgh.

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Now sadly pining,/ I'm ever twining/ The name of Vining/ In my plaintive song:


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New hope may bloom,/ And days may come/ Of milder, calmer, beam;


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Tho' late as a waiter I ran up and down,/ With bottles, glasses, claret, rum, and brandy, O!/ Now an officer I'm made, I'll have a servant of my/ own/ And be among the ladies quite the dandy, O!

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses. Words and music by R.T. Crosfield. Editor's note, citing National Melodist, states this song was sung "on the Edinburgh stage towards the close of the last century, by Mr Moss, as Caleb, in 'He would be a soldier'. For a note of this comedian, and the air of the song, see part 10 of 'Kay's Edinburgh Portraits,' just published."


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I will not love one minute more, I swear,/ No not one minute, not a sigh or tear/ Thou gett'st from me, or one kind look again,


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The whale, the whale can swiftly glide/ 'Mong islands of ice in the ocean wide

Work_Notes:
Air - "White Cockade". 5 4-line verses and 4-line chorus


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FIRST when Maggy was my care,/ Heaven I thought was in her air,/ Now we're married spier nae mair,/ Whistle o'er the lave o't.


Title_of_Work:
The swallow's return. Song for infant schools.

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Welcome, welcome, feather'd strangers,/ Now the sun bids Nature smile,


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Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of/ your tongue,


Title_of_Work:
When the morning ray is breaking (Original.)

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When the morning ray is breaking,/ And the bird is on the tree;/ When the world to life is waking,/ Oh! then, I think of thee.


Title_of_Work:
I sigh to leave my native land (Original.)

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I sigh to leave my native land,/ I sigh to leave her shore;/ Fate whispers near in accents bland,/ I ne'er shall see her more.


Title_of_Work:
The postman's serenade. A parody on the "Pirate's Serenade," by the "Invisible Gentleman".

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Your true love is here with a nice von os shay,/ And both must be gone ere the dawn of the day;

Work_Notes:
5 6-line verses plus 2-line chorus. Sung in the pantomime of "Hooky Walker," or harlequin humbug.


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Within the northern frigid zone/ The rein-deer are a treasure,/ For by their herds of these alone/ Their wealth the people measure.

Work_Notes:
Air - "Wha'll be king but Charlie."  8-line verses.


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Oh! 'tis I am the gipsy queen,/ And where is there queen like me,/ That can revel upon the green/ In boundless liberty.


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There is a bird of plumage rare,/ In gilded cage exposed to view,/ procur'd with cost, preserv'd with care,

Work_Notes:
Air - "Miss Bailey". 4 8-line verses and "Cockatoo, cockatoo" chorus.


Title_of_Work:
The Pope and the sultan. From the German.

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Of all lives I'd like to lead the Pope's,/ he never sorrows, sighs or mopes;/ He rolls in wealth, and daily drains/ Flowing cups of the vine's rich veins.


Title_of_Work:
Light of my soul fare-thee-well (Original.)

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Light of my soul, fare-thee-well,/ But thy prayer, oh, still it must be/ Our freedom, our country, our king,/ And a word if thou wil't love for me,

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses. Music by Mr Hill of Dublin.


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When the pibroch is pealing, "Come on, come on,"/ When the clansmen are up, and with claymore in/ hand,/ When nthe rush o'er the heath/ Is for glory or daeth,


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To her mother's heart she had pressed him,/ Her brave - her only boy;


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Oh! take me to yon sunny isle that stands in For-/ thas's sea,/ For thee all lonely I may weep since tears my lot/ must be;


Title_of_Work:
A parody on Rest, warrior, rest (Original.)

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He comes from the ale-house, his steps they are bent/ Towards his cot, his last tizzy, alas! it is spent;

Work_Notes:
2 8-line verses and "Sleep, toper, sleep! sleep, toper, sleep" chorus


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Farwell! oh, farewell! how lonely the feeling/ That throbs in my bosom when parting from thee;/ And sorrow, alas! its power is revealing,


Title_of_Work:
Gentle love. Sung by Mr Wilson, in the opera of "Lestocy."

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Oh! gentle love to my heart lend a balm,/ Come dwell thou there, and never thence take/ wing,


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Sing joy! sing joy! as in canvass flight,/ We skim the mountain seas,/ Blythe o'er the clouds as the birds of light,/ When they chant their evening glees,

Work_Notes:
2 8-line verses and "Sing joy! sing joy! &c." chorus. Music by W. M'Ewan.


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Oh for the wide unbounded sea,/ And the burst of the dashing foam,/

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses. Air - "The rose of Allandale."


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Like the bright beam of morning my Mary's return-/ ing,/ My Mary, the sweetest that ever was seen,


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Maid of Athens! ere we part,/ Give O give me back my heart,


Title_of_Work:
A famous man was Robin Hood. Sung by Mrs Murray, of the THeatre Royal, Edinburgh, in "Rob Roy".

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A famous man was Robin Hood,/ The English ballad singer's joy,/ But Scotland has a chief as good,/ She has, she has her bold Rob Roy.

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses plus first verse repeated at end


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Day again is gently breaking,/ With her golden rays of light;


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As it is customary to say something by way of Preface, it may be noticed here, that these Coversations have made some noise both in Glasgow and Paisley. The Blockites, or perhaps they should rather be termed Block-heads, affirm that the victory was ...


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On Monday evening, the 25th November, 1816, as Millar was in his shop alone, perusing a mathematical author, up drives his shop door, and in steps James Block, Esq./ Block - Well, Millar, I hear that in a lecture which you delivered on Saturday night ...


Title_of_Work:
Real Wirginny breakdown. Sung with rapturous applause by Mr. S. Cowell

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Oh, white folk, white folk,/ Nothing can be finer/ Dan de way de nigger sings/ Down nin Carolina;


Title_of_Work:
Lucy Neal. As sung by the Ethiopian Serenaders.

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I was born in Alabama,/ My massa's name was Beale,/ He used to own a yellow girl,/ And called her Lucy Neal;

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verse narrative with 2-line chorus


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As I walked out one moonlight night/ I met a fair maid - her eyes shone bright,/ Her face was so black you couldn't see it well/ And she was called be Yaller Bush-a-Belle

Work_Notes:
5 11-line verses including repeated lines, etc.  "Composed and sung by Mr S. Cowell."


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Sair sair was my heart, when I parted frae my Jean./ An' sair sair I sigh'd, while the tears stood in my een,


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Twas even - the dewy fields were green,/ On every blade the pearls hang,/ The Zephyr wanton d round the bean,


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Lowland lassie, wilt thou go,/ Where the hills are clad wi' snow


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O ALLISTER M'Allister,/ Your chanter sets us a' astir,/ Then to your bags and blaw wi' bir,/ We'll dance the Highland fling.


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IF this offend when ye peruse,/ Pray, Reader, let this me excuse,


Title_of_Work:
Elegy on Maggy Simpson, who died anno 1711

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AULD Reeky mourn in sable hue,/ Let fouth o' tears dreep like May-dew,/ To braw tippony bid adieu,


Title_of_Work:
The pedagogue, and leg of mutton. A tale.

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Thro' G- streets our Elder hied,/ When at a flesher's door he spied/ A glorious Leg of Mutton;


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I fain would rehearse in a few lines of/verse,/ The deeds of a good pious man;/ 'Mongst our Pastor's transactions there's/ some worthy actions,/ Part of which we at present will scan.


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Messrs - - -/Dear Sir!/ The following remarks youll please arrange agreeably to your own mind after reading the whole Process I am much hurt at the foul aspersioons against my Character as a Teacher after having taught upwards of Twenty years in this ...


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How much egotism is in this admirable epistle?/ Answer. 38 I's, 19 my's, and 14 me's.


Title_of_Work:
In the press, and speedily will be published, A letter to the Moderator of the Presbytery of -

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Exhibiting the gross irregulaity and illegality of some recent proceedings of that Rev. Body - the dignity and decorum of which...


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PART I./ Tom. Good morrow, Sir, this is a very cold day.

Work_Notes:
21 pages of dialogue in 3 parts with a subheading 'A new catechism, &c.'


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Good Christian people, behold me a man! who has com'd through a world of wonders, a hell full of hardships,


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GEN. 1. 1-3./ The creation of Light./ In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.


Title_of_Work:
The plant of renown. Sermon 1. Ezekiel, xxxiv. 29. And I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown.

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If we cast our eyes back on the foregoing part of this chapter, we shall find a very melancholy scene casting up; we shall find the flock and heritage of God scattered, robbed and peeled bt the ecclesiastical rulers that were in being...


Title_of_Work:
The plant of renown. Sermon II. Ezekiel, xxxiv.29. And I will raise up for them a Plant of Renown.

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I had occasion, upon a solemnity of this nature, not long ago, to enter upon these words, but had not time to go far into the import of them.


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"Receive my spirit," was the prayer of Stephen to Jesus Christ, to receive his departing soul; and, brethren, I think you will feel in a dying hour, that your departing soul needs a Divine Saviour.


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The church was pleasantly situated on a rising bank, at the foot of a considerable hill. It was surrounded by trees, and had a rural retired appearance.


Title_of_Work:
A wedding-ring, fit for the finger. A sermon on Genesis ii. 18. And the Lord God said, it is not good that the man should be alone: I will make him a help-meet for him.

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Human misery is to divine mercy, as a black soil to a sparkling diamond; or as a sable cloud to the sun-beams, Psalm viii. 4 - Lord, what is man, that thou art mindful of him?


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Her general style of conversation runs on the inconveniences to be expected from this or that circumstance, and no one is so ingenious in extracting evil from plans of the fairest promise.


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There once was a Queen, who, though she had born many children, they all died but one daughter, and being left a widow, without the hopes of any more, she was so very fond of her...


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Near a village called Roseville, in the South of France, dwelt an infirm aged woman, who had nothing to subsist on but the savings of former industry;


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Mick Purcell rented a few acres of barren ground in the neighbourhood of Mallow, in the county of Cork.


Work_Notes:
11-page prose account, "taken from an American Newspaper entitled the 'National Gazette.' It is written by the Laird of Torfoot, an officer in the Presbyterian army,". . .


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... After the ranks of the patriotic Whigs were broken by overwhelming forces, and while Dalzell and Clavers swept the south and west of Scotland like the blast of the desert,. . .


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Our hero was born in Nottinghamshire, where the family had a large mansion. His father, the Earl of Huntingdon, was head ranger of the north of England;


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Rich Blue Beard's life we here unflod,/ His lots of jewels, stores of gold, -/ His thirst for blood is held to view,/ And secrets of the Chamber Blue./ A long time ago, and at a considerable distance from any town, there lived a gentleman who was not ...


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An account has long been preserved of a king who had three sons. These young men were all handsome in their forms, interesting in their countenances, noble and generous in their dispositions, and amiable...


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It was one winter's day, about six in the morn,/ When I, little inncent creature was born;


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Oh dear! oh dear! good gentlefolks may it be said,/ I'm come here to learn, if any poor bairn,/ Has been troubled, like me, with his head.


Title_of_Work:
Lay of the mill: or the pleasures of the pay-night

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Hey, the merry pay-night,/ Ho, the merry pay-night;/ 'Tis fun to see how we agree,/ Upon the merry pay-night;


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A PLOUGHMAN down in Somersetshire,/ Who'd saved up ten pound-notes, I'm told,/ Hearing how bankers fail'd, did swear/ He'd have his notes all changed for gold.


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WHEN I was a boy in my father's mud edifice,/ Tender and bare as a pig in a sty,


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THIS morning very handy,/ My malady was such,/ I in my tea took brandy,/ But took a cup too much.

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses and 'tol de rol' refrain


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WHEN I was quite a little boy,/ Some fifteen years ago,/ I was the pride of my mammy,


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There was an old chap who lived down in the west,/ Inside of a church he never had been;/ Ecod!' cried he, 'to go I had best,'/ Just vor to see what's there to be seen.


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I am a buxum spree young blade,/ I never was the least afraid/ To kiss a handsome pretty maid,


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WHEN I was an infant, gossips would say,/ I when older, would be a soldier,


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Saint Patrick was a gentleman,/ And came of decent people;/ In Dublin town he built a church,/ And he put upon't a steeple;


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A COBBLER lived at york,/ A merry man was he;

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses and 3 (spoken) prose passages


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I TOOK a wife my house to mind,/ Who misery compares;/ Chameleon-like, she lives on wind,/ And treats me with her airs.


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Not long ago fra' Yorkshire town/ I comed up by the waggon;/ And soon in Lunnon war set down/ A sign o' George and Dragon:


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And I could weep,"- the Oneyda chief/ His descant wildly thus begun -/ "But that I may not stain with grief/ The death-song of my father's son,


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Her hands were clasp'd, her dark eyes raised,/ The breeze threw back her hair;/ Up to the fearful Wheel she gazed,/ All that she loved was there!


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A Country Schoolmaster, high Jonas Bell,/ Once undertook of little souls,/ To furnish up their jobbernowls -


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And Hope, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile,/O sacred Truth, thy triumph ceased a while,/ When leagued Oppression poured to Northern wars


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A weaver, unto Paisley bound,/ Cries "Coachman, coachman tarry,/ And I will gi'e you eighteenpence,/ Me on the road to carry."


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Oh, wha hasna heard o' doomed Richmond the Spy,/ The most damnable rascal that breathes 'neath the/sky;


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On Linden when the sun was low,/ All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,/ And dark as wintewr was the flow/ Of Iser rolling rapidly.


Title_of_Work:
The life and death of Mr. Alexander Peden, late Minister of the Gospel at New Glenluce in Galloway. Who died the 28th of January, 1686, being about 60 years of age.

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I. Mr. Peden was born in the parish of Sorn, in the sheriffdom of Ayr. After that he past his courses at the college, he was employed for some time to be school-master, precentor, and session-clerk, to Mr. John Guthrie, minister of the Gospel at Tarbolton


Title_of_Work:
The second part of the life of Mr. Alexander Peden, Containing thrity new additiuonal passages.

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IN the year 1666, when the Lord's persecuted & oppressed people were gathering together for their own defence, who were broke at Pentland hills, he, with Mr. Welsh, and the laird of Glorover in the parish of Ballentrea were riding together in the same...


Title_of_Work:
Here follows a letter from Mr. Alexander Peden, to the prisoners in Dunottar castle, in the month of July, 1685, &c.

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Dear Friends,/ I long to hear from you, how you spend your time, and how the grace of God grows in your hearts. I know, ye and others of the Lord's people, by reason the the present trial, have got up a fashion of complaining upon Christ, but I defy...


Title_of_Work:
I recommend these views, thoughts, and notes upon the Covenant of Redemption, as the extract of God's love, that in Crosses and out of Crosses ye may rejoice.

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Be in known to all men, that in the presence of the ancient of days, it was finally contracted, and unanimously agreed betwixt these honourable & royal persons of the Godhead, to wit,...


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Having been frequently asked what part of the kingdom I belong to, and other particulars respecting my life and parentage, I think it proper here to state, that I was born at Lochgilphead, Argyllshire, in the year 1793.


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My name is Ted O'Mannon. I come from sweet Killarney O,/ Sure I can whistle, I can sing, sure I can plough, and I can/ sow,

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses plus 2 8-line 'encore' verses


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Oh! now I'm of age and come into my property,/ Devil a ha'porth I'll think of but fun,


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'Twas on a windy night,/ At two o'clock in the morning,/ An Irish lad so tight,/ All wind and weather scorning.


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My name you see is Dicky May,/ A lad that's ever blyhe and gay,/ I laugh when other people cry,/ For care, you see, is all my eye.


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There was a lady lived in Leith,/ A lady very stylish, man./ And yet in spite of all her teeth,/ She fell in love with an Irishman.


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The night is soft and calm love,/ And the birds are in their bowers;/ The holy light of the moon falls bright/ On the sweet little sleeping flowers:

Work_Notes:
2 13-line, 2 8-line and 1 13-line verses


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At Cork lived Miss Molly O'Rigge,/ With a nnose like the snout of a pig;/ Long carroty locks,/ And ten pounds in the stocks,


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Oh! Saint Patrick was a gentleman,/ and came from decent people;/ He built a church in Dublin town,/ And on it put a steeple.


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I courted Katty Mooney, dear,/ A girl so neat and cosy;/ Her eyes they were both bright and clear,/ And her cheeks were red and rosy!/ I bought a pig to live with us,/ I got a stick to mind it,


Title_of_Work:
Kill Patrick of Tully Muckle's Creig; or, the Irish letter

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I haven't sent you a letter since the / last time that I wrote,/ Because we have moved from our former place of residence,/ and couldn't tell where a/ letter will find you out,

Work_Notes:
7 8-line verses, including repeated lines


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My heart is a s sound as the heart of shillelah,/ Old Honesty's made it as warm as a toast,/ With love and affection 'tis glowing so gaily,/ And sure fair Fidelity isn't my boast;


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When first I saw sweet Peggy,/ 'Twas on a market day,/ A low-back'd car she drove, and sat/ Upon a truss of hay;


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Come to Ireland now, my boys,/ Among the Pats and Durpheys,/ And there, instead of breaking stones,/ You'll get plenty meat and murphies.


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An Irish lad is always mad,/ Roaring, singing, swearing, O,


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Oh! love it is murder, I wish it was furthir,/ For faith I'm inclined to get rid of my life,

Work_Notes:
4 9-line verses including repeated lines


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Swate Widow Fag, one winter's night/ Invited a tea party,/ Of elegant gentility,


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Do you want a car, your honour,/ It's mine that will suit you,/ It belongs to Larry Doolan,/ And it's painted green and blue.

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses and 'So if you want to hire me, &c.' chorus


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At twelve in the morning, all misery scorning,/ I, Phelim O'Durphy, one evening was born;

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses and 'Tudy row di dow, &c,' chorus


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Och! Judy, dear creature, she has won my soul/ The thought of her eyes puts my heart in a fillilloo,/ By the side of my donkey, I lay cheek by jowl,/ On a sheet of brown paper to write her a billy doo.

Work_Notes:
5 8-line verses and 'Whack fal lal lal, fal de ral, whack fal lal' chorus


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I'll sing you a dacent song, that was made by a Paddy's pate,/ Of a raal ould Irish Gintleman who had a fine estate;


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My name is bold Morgan M'Carthy, from Trim,/ My relations all died, except one brother Jim,/ He's gone sojering out to Cow bull (Cabool),/ I dare say he's laid low with a nick in the skull;


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Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin,/ Smack on the back he hit me a polter;


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Twas at the town of nate Clogheen/ That Sarjent Snap met Paddy Carey:


Title_of_Work:
The Donneybrook jig. Air - "The Athlone landlady"

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Oh, 'twas Dermot O'Nolan M'Figg,/ That could properly handle a twig;/ He went ot the fair,/ A kicked up a dust there,/ In dancing the Donnybrook jig, with his sprig.


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Arrah! swate Molly Mogg,/ You're as soft as a bog,/ And as wild as a kitten,


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'Twas at the sign of the fork/ Young Pat first open'd his throttele,/ And being a native of Cork,/ No wonder he dipp'd in the bottle;


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When I was at home with my father and mother,/ I bate the old couple and Thady my brother,


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Sure never a lad lov'd like Paddy O'Blaney,/ Whose heart was pierc'd thro' by sweet Sally/ Delarney;


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There lived a man in Ballinacrazy,/ Who wanted a wife to make him uneasy;/ Long had he sigh'd for dear Ally Croaker,/ And thus the gentle youth he bespoke her,


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As Molly, t'other day, sir,/ Was making of the hay, sir,/ I asked her for to be my bride,

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses and 4-line chorus. By 'Samuel Lover'.


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It was Murphy Delaney so funny and frisky,/ Reeled in a sheeben shop to get his skin full;/ And reeled out again pretty well lined with whisky/ As fresh as a shamrock and blind as a bull;


Title_of_Work:
The hero of Ballinacrazy. Air - "The young May moon".

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When I lived in sweet Ballinacrazy, dear,/ The girls were all tight as a daisy, dear;

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8 4-lines verses, including 4-line chorus (verse 1 repeated)


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I'm bother'd from head to the tail. Air - "Oh dear, what can the matter be?"

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At sixteen years old you could get little good of/ me;/ Then I saw Norah - who soon understood of me


Title_of_Work:
Bailie Nicol Jarvie's journey to Aberfoil. As sung by Mr Mackay in the Opera of Rob Roy.

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Ye may sing o' your Wallace, and brag o' your/ Bruce,/ And talk o' your fechtin' Red Reiver;/ But whare will you find me a man o' sic use/ As a thorough-bred Saut-Market weaver?

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Air - ' The Quaker's wife'. 4 8-line verses


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In Lunnin there's plenty a' things that's dainty,/ In Edninburgh there's walth of both Physic and/ Law;/ But gie me the town that has routh o' braw fallows,/ And Glasgow will bear up the gree o' them a'.

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Tune - "Glenorchy Braes". 5 4-line verses


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The Laird o' Cockpen he's proud an' he's great,/ His mind is ta'en up wi' the things o' the state;

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9 4-line verses. 'Words by Miss Ferrier'


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Nainsel' frae the Highlands she cam',/ The bonny braw Lowlands to saw,/ But it wasna wi' fife or wi' drum./ She wad march frae her country awa';

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Air - "Donald M'Donald'. 7 12-line verses


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Last Monday night, at sax o'clock,/ To Mirren Gibb's I went, man,/ To meet wi' some auld cronies there,/ It was my hale intent, man.

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Air - "Cameronian's Rant". 8 10-line verses and 2 spoken passages


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I met four chaps yon birks amang,/ Wi hanging lugs an' faces lang,

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7 8-line verses. 'Words by Sir Alex. Boswell.'


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You'll a' hae heard o' famous Neil,/ The lad that played the fiddle weel;


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O ALLISTER M'ALLISTER,/ Your chanter sets us a' astir,/ Then to your bags, and blaw wi' birr,/ We'll dance the Highland fling.

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Air - "Jenny's Bawbee". 5 8-line verses and 4-line chorus


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Hersel pe aughty eirs an' twa/ Te twanty tird o' May, man:


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'Twas on the year eleventy-nine,/ And March the fortieth day,/ That Katey of Lochgoil, my boys,/ To sea she'll bore away.

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Air - "The whalers". 11 4-line verses and 'Tae my fal al de dal. &c.' chorus


Title_of_Work:
John M'Nab's opinion of the march of intellect

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Nainsel' pe Maister Shon M'Nab,/ Pe auld's ta forty-five, man./ And mony troll affair's she's seen,/ Since she was porn alive, man,

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Air - "For a' that an' a' that". 14 8-line verses


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My mither men't my auld breeks,/ An' wow! but they war duddy,/ An' sent me to get shod our mare,/ At Robin Tamson's smiddy.


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It fell about the Martinmass time,/ And a gay time it was than,/ When our guidwife had puddin's to mak'/ She boil'd them in the pan.


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Hearken an' I will tell you how/ Young muirland Willie cam' to woo,

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13 6-line verses and 'With a fal lal, &c.' chorus


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John Grumlie swore by the light o' the moon,/ And the green leaves on the tree./ That he could do no more work in a day,/ Than his wife could do in three.


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Her nainsel' come frae te hielan' hill,/ Ta ponny town o' Glasgow till;/ But o' Glasgow she's koten her pelly fill,/ She'll no forget t'is twa tree mornin'.


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I am a young lass i' my blossom,/ My age is about twenty=one,/ Quite ready to lie i' the bosom/ O' some merry hearted young man.

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Air - "Woo'd an' married an' a'". 4 8-line verses and 4-line chorus (last line varying after last 2 verses)


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Dear Maggie, I'm doubtfu' ye're jokin',/ I wish ye may like me sae weel;


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O! this is the spot, the green shady bower,/ How lovely the blossoms appear;

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'From Kippen's "jottings among the Grampians".' 2 8-line verses


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A famous man was Robin Hood,/ The English ballad-singer's joy,/ But Scotland has a chief as good,/ She has, she has her bold Rob Roy!

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Air - "My kove is but a lassie yet". 4 4-line verses, with 1st verse repeated as chorus


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A Highland lad my love was born,/ The Lowland laws he held in scorn;/ But he still was faithful to his clan,/ My bonny braw John Highlandman.

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4 4-line verses and 4-line chorus. "Words by Burns"


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I long for May again,/ For by the grassy mead/ Thy youthful steps I'll lead,

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"From Kippen's ' Jopttings among the Grampians'." 3 8-line verses and 5-line chorus


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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,/ And never brought to min'?


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The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,/ And our clan has a name that is nameless by day;


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Forlorn and broken-hearted,/ I weep my last adieu!/ And sigh o'er joys departed,/ That time can ne'er renew.


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O! DECK thy hair wi' the heather bell,/ The heather bell alone;/ Leave roses to the lowland maid,/ The lowland maid alone.


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Though you leave me now in sorrow,/ Smiles may light our love to-morrow,


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Pardon now the bold outlaw,/ Rob Roy MacGregor, O!/ Grant him mercy, gentles a',/ Roby Roy MacGregor, O!

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Air - "Duncan Gray cam' here to woo". 3 8-line verses


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It was one fine day in August, when a-sweeping of the/ door,/ I was thinking of a Life-guardsman, which, oh, I did/ adore.

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'Written and sung by Mr. Righton. Music at L'Enfants, 18 Rathbone Place, London.' 5 8-line verses


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Would that a lady might propose!/ Then rarely would you see/ Such nice young belles yet wanting beaux,/ As cousin Kate and me.

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'Words and music by Henry Miller. Published by L'Enfant, 18 Rathbone Place, London.' 3 12-line verses


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Joe Brown of the City and I were fellow clerks,/ He was one of those fellows ever up to his larks,

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Sung by J.H. Stead, "The perfect cure". Music published by L'Enfant, 18 Rathbone Place, london. 7 10-line verses


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You tell me I'm showing airs,/ What woman on earth could forbear?/ For you kissed Mary Ann on the stairs,/ I saw it, I heard it, I swear!

Work_Notes:
Air - Il Segreto from "Lucrezia Borgia" - Donizetti. Music in Boosey's Musical Cabinet, No. 64, price 1s. 1 11-line and 4 8-line verses


Title_of_Work:
The little old maid's complaint; or, "Because I'm twenty-five"

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It's wondrous strange how things do change/ Since I was in my teens!

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Air - Whack, row de dow. 5 8-line verses and 4-line chorus


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Says Mutton one day to his wife,/ As a pound of beefsteaks he was selling,/ "What a pity it is, dearest life,/ The fresh air we can never be smelling!

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Air - Barney McFinigan. 6 8-line verses and 'Tol de rol lol, &c.' chorus


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Down by a green valley there lived an old maid,/ Who, being past sixty, her charms 'gan to fade;

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5 10-line verses and 'Ri fol de rol de ri de!" chorus


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A frog he would a-wooing go/ Heigh-ho! said Rowley,

Work_Notes:
Music in Boosey's Musical Cabinet, No. 64, Price 1s. 12 6-line verses including 2-line chorus and repeated lines


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Mamma won't let me marry yet/ (I'm sure I can't tell why);/ Now, isn't it provoking,/ And enough to make one cry?

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Music published by Ransford & Son, 2 Prince's Street, Cavendish Square, London. 5 8-line verses and 4-line chorus


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Many have told of the monks of old,/ What a saintly race they were;/ But 'tis more true, that a merrier crew/ Could not be found elsewhere;

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Music published by Ransford & Son, 2 Prince's Street, Cavendish Square, London. 4 6-line verses and 2-line chorus


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Perhaps you all have heard of a yarn,/ Of a famous large sea-snake,/ That once was seen off the Isle Pitcairn,/ And caught by Admiral Blake.

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6 8-line verses and 'To lol, &c.' chorus


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Tom Jennings, who never could drinking avoid,/ Though vows he was always a-making -

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Published by permission of Mr. Shepherd, 20 Warwick Lane, London, of whom the music can be had. 6 8-line verses


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Mr. John Jenkins, a word in your ear; -/ Our household affairs seem to go very queer;

Work_Notes:
Published by permission of Mr. Shepherd, 20 Warwick Lane, London, of whom the music can be had. 4 12-line sung verses, and 4 spoken sections: duet and dialogue


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I had a holiday one day last week,/ And I said I would, so to vulgarly speak,/ Come the grand, come the grand,/ Come the grand, come the grand.

Work_Notes:
Music published by Foster & Co., 223 Regent Street, London. 1 4-line and 6 8-line verses


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Four-and-twenty tailors all of a row,/ Four-and-twenty tailors all of a row,

Work_Notes:
Published by permission of Mr. Shepherd, 20 Warwick Lane, London, of whom the music may be had. 3 10-line verses, and 2-line chorus


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I'd choose to be a Bobby,/ A blue and silv'ry flow'r:/ Each rosy cookmaid's hobby,/ Through ev'ry leisure hour;

Work_Notes:
(Supposed to be sung in a state of inebriation.) 5 8-line verses and 4-line chorus


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I'll tell you what befell me once, if you will list a while,/ And when you've heard my tale, no doubt, at my/ troubles you will smile.

Work_Notes:
Music published by Hopwood and Crew, 42 New Bond Street, London. 10 4-line verses


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A dreadful story I will relate, O Miss Patterson!/ It's about the married state, I will tell you, I will/ tell you -

Work_Notes:
Music published by Hopwood and Crew, 42 New Bond Street, London, and sent free for 15 stamps. 3 4-line verses and 2 4-line choruses


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We girls are all complaining,/ And reason, too, we've got;/ For nowadays we cannot find/ A sweetheart worth a jot.

Work_Notes:
Music published by Foster and Co., 223 Regent Street, London. 4 12-line verses and 4-line chorus


Title_of_Work:
Introduction (to Narrative of the life of Jane Smythe...)

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In writing an account of the various circumstances of my life and misfortunes, it is with the deepest regret that I am abliged to intrude myself on a generous and benevolent public;

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1.5-page prose introduction includiung 8 lines of verse


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With a mind much perplexed by past events, I sit down to write a brief outline of the many varieties of fortune through which I have passed. My father, JAMES SMYTH, M.D., being a native of England, had gone to Paris at an early age to finish his ...


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SCENES of my youth! ye once were dear,/ Though sadly I your charms survey;/ I once was wont to linger here,/ From early dawn to closing day.


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COME gie's a sang, the lady cried,/ And lay your disputes all aside;/ What nonsense is't for folk to chide/ For what's been done before them.


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FAIR 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.


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'TWAS in that season of the year,/ When all things gay and sweet appear,/ That Colin, with the morning ray,/ Arose and sung his rural lay.


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O CAM ye here the fight to shun,/ Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?/ Or was ye at the Sherra-muir/ And did the battle see man?

Work_Notes:
The battle of Sheriff-muir, by Burns.
6 10-line verses.


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As I came in by Auchendown,/ A little wee bit frae the town,/ Unto the Highlands I was bound,/ To view the Haughs of Cromdel.


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Lowland lassie, wilt thou go,/ Where the hills are clad wi' snow;


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How blythe was I ilk morn to see,/ My swain come o'er the hill,/ He leaped the brook and flew to me:/ I met him wi' gude-will.


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Will ye go to the Highlands, my jewel, with me?/ Will you go to the Highlands, the flocks for to see?


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If lassies love the laddies, they surely should confest,/ For every lassie has a lad she loes aboon the rest,


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COME gie's a sang the lady cried, And lay your disputes all aside; What nonsense is't for folk to chide For what's been done before them.

Work_Notes:
Words of first accompany musical notation. 6 13-line verses


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ROY'S wife of Aldivalloch, Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, Wat ye how she cheated me, As I came o'er the braes o' Balloch.

Work_Notes:
Words of chorus and first verse accompany musical notation. 4 4-line verses and 4-line chorus


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BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow braes, Ye wander thro' the blooming hether;

Work_Notes:
Words of first verse acompant musical notation. 4 4-line verses


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At home in our village when we'd done our daily/ labour,/ The barber every night would read the news to each/ good neighbour;

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6 4-line verses and 'Tol lol lol, &c.' chorus


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The missletoe hung in the castle hall,/ The holly branch shone on the old oak wall;


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It was a Friar of orders gray/ Walked forth to tell his beads;/ And he met with a lady fair,/ Clad in a pilgrim's weeds.


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I greased my brogues and cut my stick,/ At the latter end of May, sir,/ And off to Dublin I set out,/ To sail upon the sea, sir.


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There's no a nook in a' the land/ King William rules sae well,


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An auld man would be wooing/ A damsel gay and young,/ But she, when he was suing,/ For ever laugh'd, and sung -


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The bairns gat out wi' an unco shout,/ The deuk's dang o'er my daddie, O;/ The fient ma care, quo' the feerie auld wife,/ He was but a paidlin' body, O.


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Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie,/ Gi'e her a kiss and let her gae,/ But if ye meet a dirty hussy,/ Fy gar rub her o'er wi' strae.


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On the banks of Allan Water,/ When the sweet spring time did fall/ Was the Miller's lovely daughter,/ Fairest of them all.


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Where ha'e ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?/ I've been bu burn and flowery brae,


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SIR WILLIAM WALLACE, whose memory still continues to flourish in the annals of Scotland with unfading glory, was the youngest son of Sir Malcolm Wallace of Elderslie, near Paisley in Renfrewshire. The date of his birth is unrecorded, but it must have ...

Work_Notes:
21.5-page prose narrative concluding with a 20-line verse passage


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Let all who will complain of the troubles theyt meet, They're matter of laughter to me;/ A dash of the bitter the sweet makes more sweet,/ I therefore contented will be.


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O'ER Nelson's tomb, with silent grief oppress'd,/ Britannia mourn'd her hero now at rest.


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Be honours which to kings we give,/ To doctors also paid;/ We're the king's subjects while we live,/ The doctor's when we're dead.


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Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,/ The wretch's destiny;/ M'Pherson's time will not be long,/ On yonder gallows tree.


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My love, still I think that I see her once more,/ But alas, she has left me her loss to deplore,


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Daun whare the burnie rins wimpling and cheery,/ When love's star was smiling, I met with my dearie.


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From noise and bustle far away,/ Hard work my time employing,/ How happily I passed each day,/ Content and health enjoying;

Work_Notes:
Air. - "Push about the jorum." As sung by Mr. Potts, Theatrical Pavillion, Glasgow. 8 8-line verses


Title_of_Work:
Who's master? or, A fight for the breeches

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I've often heard Will's wife declare,/ That she the breeches, Sirs, would wear;/ And though her husband would resist,/ For them she'd fight with nails and fist,

Work_Notes:
Sung by Mr. Potts, Theatrical Pavilion, Glasgow. 6 5-line verses


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From York I com'd to get a place,/ And travelled to this town Sir,/ In Holborn I an office found/ Of credit and renown, Sir;


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Our native land - our native vale -/ A long and last adieu!/ Farewell to bonnie Tivotdale,/ And Cheviot mountains blue.

Work_Notes:
Tune - My guid Lord John. 7 4-line verses


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Little wat ye wha's coming,/ Little wat ye wha's coming,/ Little wat ye wha's coming,/ Now the King himsel's coming.

Work_Notes:
Tune - 'The auld wife ayont the fire. 1 4-line verse then, alternating, 6 each,  4-line and 2-line verses


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And are ye sure the news are true?/ And are ye sure he's weel?/ Is this a time to ta'k o' wark?/ Mak' haste, set by your wheel.


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Cauld blaws the win' frae north to south,/ And drift is driving sairly;/ The sheep are couring i' the heugh,/ O sirs! it's winter fairly.


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Bauldy Baird's come again,/ Bauldy Baird's come again/ Tell the news through burgh and blen,/ Bauldy Baird's come again!


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THERE once was a Queen, who, though she had born many children, they all died but one daughter, and being left a widow, without the hopes of any more, she was so very fond of her...


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NEAR a village called Roseville, in the South of France, dwelt an infirm aged woman, who had nothing to subsist on but the savings of former industry;


Title_of_Work:
Short account of Sir Thomas Learmant, the rhymer

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SIR THOMAS LEARMANT, commonly called Thomas the Rhymer, was born in the east corner of Fife, of a good family. His Prophesies have been more credited than any that were ever recorded in the Scots Chronicle, as they have been well attested, what of them...


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As to his prophetical sayings, they are hard to be understood, because they are pointed out by the Coats of Arms which appertain to so many different kingdoms and persons.


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When Hemp is come and also gone,/ Scotland and England shall be one./

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1-page interpretation of prophesy about union of England and Scotland


Title_of_Work:
Thomas the Rymer's prophesies, in verse.

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1 SCOTLAND be sad now and lament,/ For honours thou hast lost,/ But yet rejoice, in better times,/ Which will repay the cost.

Work_Notes:
24 numbered 4-line verses and 1 paragraph prose reference to 'the Scottish Histories'


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IN ancient times, far i' the north,/ A hundred miles ayont the Forth,/ Upon a stormy winter day,/ Twa men forgathered on the way,


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O bonnie Baby livingstone/ Gaed out to view the hay;/ And by it cam' him Glenlyon,/ Staw bonny Baby away.


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Sit down, sit down by thy martyr's side,/ And I'se sit down by mine;/ And I shall speak o' him to my Gude,/ And thou may speak o' thine.


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Lord John stands in his stable door,/ Says he, I will gae ride;/ His lady in her bigly bower,/ Desired him to bide.


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There was three ladies play'd at the ba'./ With a heigh-ho! and a lily gay;/ Ther came a knight, and play'd o'er them a'./ As the primrose spreads so sweetly.


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It was a lord and a gentle maid/ Sat in a greenwood bower,/ And thus the brave Sir Alfred said/ To the greenwood's fairest flower: -


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There was a lass as I heard say,/ Lived low doun in a glen;/ Her name was Catherine Johnstone, Weel known to many men.


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NELSON was the fourth son of the Rev. Edmund Nelson, rector of Burnham Thorpe, in the county of Norfolk. He was born in the parsonage house of that parish on the 29th September 1785.


Title_of_Work:
The history and adventures of Jack Mansong

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This daring marauder, whose man was Mansong, was a native of Africa, od a bold and martial appearance, possessing a keen and penetrating eye.


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Mr. Serjeant Gardner, being lame of one leg, and pleading before the late Judge Fortescue, who had little or no nose, the judge told him, he was afraid he had but a lame cause of it. Oh! my lord, said the serjeant have but a little patience, and ...

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21.5 pages of prose anecdotes and humour


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In the time of Richard I. king of England, the famous Robin Hood was born at a village in Nottinghamshire, and near which were many large forests filled with deer. His father was a ranger of the forest, and he had a rich old uncle, Squire Gamewell, a ...

Work_Notes:
18.5-page prose narrative.
Paragraph 1, sentence 5: It was here that Robin got intimate with Little John, and with great glee, he then got up and played all the tricks after him, and in a better style.


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King James the Sixth on removing to London, was waited upon by the Spanish Ambassador, a man of erudition, but who had a crotchet in his head, that every country should have a professor of signs, to teach him, and the like of him, to understand one ...


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2 KINGS, iv. 26./ And she answered, It is well./ SHORT words, soon spoken; but to have a suitableness of heart to them is one of the highest attainments of faith. To be sure, ...

Work_Notes:
20-page prose passage and Bible references


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Gill Morice was an Earl's son,/His name it waxed wide,/ It was nae for his great riches,/ Nor yet his meikle pride.

Work_Notes:
23 8-line verses and 1 6-line verse (verse 11)


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This fine heroic song of CHEVY CHASE has ever been admired by competent judges. Those genuine strokes of nature and artless passion, which have endeared it to the most simple readers, have recommended it to the most refined: and it equally has been ...


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God prosper long our noble king,/ Our lives and safeties all:/ A woeful hunting once there did,/ In Chevy-Chace befal.


Title_of_Work:
The drinking-match at Eden-Hall. In imitation of the famous Ballad of Chevy Chase.

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God prosper long from being broke/ The *Luck of Eden-hall;/ A doleful drinking-bout I sing,/ There lately did befall.//  * A pint bumper at Sir Christopher Musgrave's.


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Victorious men of earth, no more/ Proclaim how wide your empires are:/ Though you bind in every shore,/ And your triumphs reach as far/ As night or day/ Yet you proud monarchs must obey,/ And mingle with forgotten ashes, when/ Death calls you to the ...


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JOHN SHEPPARD was born in the parish of Stepney, near London, in the year 1702. His father was a carpenter, and he died when he was so young, that he could not recollect ever seeing him.

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative, with 4 4-line verses of verse to conclude


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Of all the Scottish northern chiefs,/ Of high and warlike name,/ The bravest was Sir James the Rose/ A knight of meikle fame.


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At Mill of Tifty lived a man -/ In the neighbourhood of Fyvi -,/ He had a lovely daughter fair,/ Was called bonny Annie.


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Come all ye young lovers in Scotland draw near,/ Unto this sad story which now you shall hear,/ Concerning two lovers that lived in the north,/ Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond Forth

Work_Notes:
24 8-line and 1 4-line verse narrative in 3 parts (of 6, 9 and 9 verses)


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The Duke of Gordon had three daughters,/ Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean;/ They would not stay in bonny Castle Gordon,/ But they went away to bonny Aberdeen.


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The tuneful laverocks cheer the grove,/ And sweetly smiles the summer green;/ Now o'er the mead I love to rove/ Wi' bonny Jem of Aberdeen.


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It fell upon a day, a bonny summer day,/ When the clans were a' wi' Carlie,/ That there fell out a great dispute/ Between Argyle and Airly.


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First Part./ Dark was the night, and wild the storm,/ An loud the toryents roar;/ And loud the sea was heard to dash/ Against the distant shore.

Work_Notes:
263 4-line verse narrative in 3 parts:  Part 1: 54 verses; part 2: 73 verses (including 'The Hermit's Tale of 47 verses) and part 3: 86 verses. Plus 1.5 pages of prose 'Notes' on the text.


Title_of_Work:
The life and adventures of Ambrose Gwinnett

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I was born of reputable parents in the city of Canterbury, where my father dealt in hops. He had but two children, a daughter and myself; and having given me a good education, at the age of sixteen he bound me an apprentice to Mr George Roberts, an ...


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Tom Ruby was a merry wag,/ As\any in the Town;/ And he full fifteen years had worn,/ And grac'd the civic gown./ To carve a pig, a hare or hunch,/ Whatever was the work;/ At table all gave up to Tom;/ For handling knife or for fork.


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Let those who hate dancing ne'er go to a ball,/ Nor to the Ocean where dangers appal/ Nor to feast, who already has din'd,/ Nor to a Court, if they can't speak their mind.


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1. And is she dead? oh! is she gone,/ Shall I ne'er see my love again;/ Must I with grief and sorrow mourn?/ Oh! is my cookey from me ta'en?


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This do certify that Willie Prattle has been under me as a midshipman on board the Carol, for nearly six weeks and is free of all spots and blemishes.


Title_of_Work:
Short account of the said gentleman [an Irish sailor]

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The better sailor he is, he becomes the more lazy, and fancies himself like a sheet-anchor, to be reserved for desperate occasions; but his laziness does not so much proceed from his disposition as his disgust, for he has been an active pretty fellow, ...


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Says the Captain so gay, as he handed Miss down,/ "What a number of Belles there are in this town!"/ Miss simply replied, "Sir, few towns can boast more,/ There are six in the great church, and the small one has four!"


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Some months ago three waggish Lads (with each a female) a Wright, a Silversmith, and a Tailor, took an excursion on the dawn of a Sabbath morning to Roslin, and when there; they spent most of the day feasting on fruit, &c.


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SINCE my uncle's dead I'll get lads anew,/ That never came before to woo,/ But to the laddie I'll be true/ that loved me first of ony, O.


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At Kirriemuir a wedding stood,/ Upon a simmer's day;/ And there was plenty mirth and fun,/ And plenty sport and and play.


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Begone, dull care,/ I pr'ythee begone from me;/ Begone dull care,/ You and I can never agree.


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Now here's to every honest heart,/ The poor man's friend and a' that,/ For fegs I mean to take their part,/ While I ha'e breath to draw that.


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A Methodist Parson, whose name it was George,/ A jolly brisk tinker just come from the forge,

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10 4-line verse narrative and 2-line chorus


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Of all the different writings that are issuing from the press, none can be considered more useful than brief anecdotes, &c. indeed, for the generality of ,ankind, long and tedious writings are both useless and incovenient, viz.


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I am so conscious of my own defects, that I will not attempt to citicise others, even if it were possible to persuade me that I could on any ocvasion do so with success.


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There are few biographical sketches that afforded more entertainment


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A few years ago I was reduced to a solitary shilling by being confined to bed with a fever, and having neither friends nor acquainances that would assist me in my distress, I set off to London, travelling on foot,


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Amongst my acquaintances in early life, there was one whom I unfortunately selected as my bosom friend, merely because his inclination for the stage was equally as strong as my own;


Title_of_Work:
Epigram. The Encyclopedia of France. (From the Morning Post.)/

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When Mr William Smith's intent,/ His learned friends to compliment;/ Called Hume, his merit to enhance,/ "Encyclopedia of France,"/ He might here added to the laugh,/ By saying 'twas bound in Calf!


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An honest Tradesman in Aukd\ Reekie who had a prodigal son that vext him very much./ When this said young man saw the folly of his youth...


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What for t' write I ken nae well,/ Of ithers or mysel';


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Dear William,/ My muse although not very quick,/ Attempts to make an acrostic

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18-line acrostic, plus 9-line acrostic verse postscript


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A Minister was bathing one morning, and when he came out of the watewr, to his astonishment could not go near his clothes for they were covered with Bees;


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A waggish Painter, for his own amusement, entertained his friends and acquaintances with a piece composed of, an Ape, a Jackal, and a Fox, surrounded on both sides with a crowd of asses.

Work_Notes:
1-page prose narrative concluding with 4-line verse 'Epigram from the French'


Title_of_Work:
Three ladies having met, there fell out a contest between them, which of vthem had \and kept the richest jewels

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The day was appointed to visit one another.


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There is nothing easier than to deceive a good man; he that never lies, easily believes, ...


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What is the use or chief end in writing books?


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Ye friends of Reekie weal excuse,/ These scraps amid your bustle;/ Then jigs to finger-posts mt muse,/ Shall ever after whistle.


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Will you t' the Meadows go wi' me,/ T' get a treat, an' tak' a walk;


Title_of_Work:
An advice to young men. How they should choose a wife, The curse or solace of their life.

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If e'er ye mean a\wife t' seek,/Mind not the beauty o' the cheek;


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When ye are young an' finely dress'd,/ Of sweethearts ye'll hae plenty;


Title_of_Work:
To a respectable and well deserving lady

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I thank ye, madam for the care/ You had o' me last night*;....  *Thevauthor had occasion of being in a company where he was warned in a most affecvtionate and friendly manner, by Mrs R. to beware of dissipation, as there was a lady ...


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Long have I sought, but now I've found,/ A female to my mind;


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Hear lasses, har, in time tak tent,/ An' dinna o'er lang tarry;


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A sprightly writer expresses his opinion of old maidens in the following manner: - ...


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It seems not to have struck the discoverers of curious people, that most of the things that men chiefly delight in begin with a W: ...


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1. WHEN Critics do despise my book,/ With meekness I'll be still;


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AT a Christening in the parish of Plymstock, a short time ago; there were present ...


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Your genius, Sir, has caught my eye,/ Your charming lines do on me lye;/ That all my efforts bye and bye,/ Will not avail;


Title_of_Work:
The comical history of the king and the cobler.

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PART I. - CHAP I./ How King Henry VIII. used to visit the Watches in the City, and how he became Acquainted with a merry jovial Cobler./ IT was the custom of King Henry the Eightth to walk late in the night into the city disguised, to observe and take ...

Work_Notes:
23-page prose narrative, including 4 8-line verse song (The cobler's song in the King's cellar) in 6 chapers, plus 'Anecdote of Charles II'.


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THERE were formerly, in a distant country, a king and a queen, the most beautiful and happy in the world; having nothing to allay their delights, but the want of children to participate in the pleasures they enjoyed.

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21-page prose narrative and 21-line verse 'The Moral'


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SIMPLE TOM was a widow's son, and a coarse country weaver to his trade; he made nothing but such as canvas for caff beds, corn and coal sacks, druggIt and harn was the finest webs he could lay his fingers to;


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KIND gentlemen, listen a while to my story, and I will ell you of the bold exploits of the famous Robin Hood, and his comrade Little John./ All England was filled with the renown of Robin Hood, and the great and the valiant stood in fear of him. He ...


Title_of_Work:
To the reader (of A choice drop of honet from the Rock Christ.

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CHristian Reader, I finding this latter day the love of the Lord shining in some measure with its pleasant beams in my heart, warming my affections, inflaming my soul, not only to give a spiritual echo in soul-duty to so great a lover as my Saviour is,...


Title_of_Work:
A choice drop f honey from the Rock Christ

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A Word of advice to my own heart and thine: Tou art a professor, and partakest of all ordinances, thou dost well, they are glorious privileges; but if thou hast not the blood of Christ at the root of thy profession, it will wither, and prove but ...


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This distinguished lady was born on the 24th of June, 1763 on the island of Martinique, and while very young was taken to France by her father to marry the viscount Beauharnois.


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Before entering on the history of this noted individual, it may be necessary to give a short outline of the continent of Africa, which forms one of the four quarters of the world.


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Rev. xx. 12. And I saw the Dead.../AS there are several Books of God, which he hath written for the Good of all the Children of Men, so there are two special Books, by which the Lord will proceed in Judgement against all the Sons and Daughters of Men.


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I Thes. v. 17. Pray without ceasing./ Dear loving Friends,/ NOW in treating on this Point concerning Prayer, I shall endeavour, First, To shew what Prayer is. Secondly, What it is to pray continually. Thirdly, To shew some Reasons why we ought to pray ...


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JOHN BROWN of Priesthill was only a boy when upwards of three hundred ministers were deposed, in one day, by Charles II: because they, in conscience, could not submit that the Church should be lorded over by bishops.


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To the reader (of Two Short Catechisms... by John Brown)

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The Reverend Author, having been pleased some months ago, to send me a manuscript copy of the two Shorter Catechisms, which are herewith published, I perused them with the strictest attention; and, at the same time, with the greatest pleasure.

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1-page prose preface dated 'Glasgow, Aug. 15, 1764.'


Title_of_Work:
Untitled (intro. to Two Shrt Catechisms... by John Brown)

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No forms of prayer are here subjoined; that which Christ taught his disciples is the best, and may be used by children when necessary:


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Q. WHO made you?  A. God./ Q. Who redeems you?  A. Christ./ Q. Who sanctifies you?  A. The Holy Ghost.


Title_of_Work:
A brief explication of the Assembly's Shorter Catechism

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[I.} Q. What ought you to msake your chief end?/ A. The glorifying and enjoying of God.


Title_of_Work:
THe Gospel catechism; or Christ all in all. By R- E-.

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Q. Kind teacher, what must now be known for my endless happiness!/ A. Know, that the name of Christ alone, can answer every case.


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"My little children," for "whom I" ought to "travail as/ "in birth, till Christ be formed in your soul;" suffer me, by "the mercies of God," and in the bowels of Jesus "Christ,"...


Title_of_Work:
The preface [to A short explanation of the ten commandments...]

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THE following Catechism pretends to no merit, farther than it teaches the true word of God.


Title_of_Work:
[catechisms - A short explanation of the ten commandments]

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INTRODUCTORY QUESTIONS./Quest. OF how many parts doth religion consist?/ Ans. Two. Q. What are these?/ A. Faith and practice;or, in other words, wjhat I am to believe and do.

Work_Notes:
45-page catechism covering ten commandments with footnotes plus quotation of Rev. i. 1-5 from the Bible


Title_of_Work:
The young child's first catechism, or the principles of religion: or, the catechism for a young child, to be begun at three or four years old.

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Q. Can you tell me, child, who made you?/ A. The great God, who made heaven and earth./ Q. What doth God do for you?/ A. He keeps me from harm by night and by day, and is always doing me good.

Work_Notes:
7.5-page catechism, followed by 11 1-paragraph children's prayers for times of day


Title_of_Work:
The second set of catechisms, for children from seven to twelve years of age

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Q. DEAR child, do you know what you are?/ A. I am a creature of God, for he made me, both body and soul./ Q. How do you know you have a soul?/ A. Because I find something within me, that can think and know, can wish and desire, can rejoice and be sorry...


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The historical catechism. For children and youth.

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Q WHO was the Maker of the world?/ A. The almighty God made the heavens and the earth and all things that are in them.


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Q. WHO is the Messiah, the Saviour of mankind?/ A. Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who was sent down from heaven to save sinner.

Work_Notes:
7-page catechism followed by Bible excerpts ~(10 Commandments and Lord's Prayer), creed, prayers, song, graces.


Title_of_Work:
The witty exploits of Mr. George Buchanan

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PART I./ Mr. george Buchanan was a Scotsman born, and though of mean parentage, made great progress in learning. As for his understanding and ready wit, he excelled all men then alive in the age, that ever proposed questions to him. He was servant or ...


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A celebrated attendant upon the Sheriff, well known for his activity in the execution of his orders, as well as for taking a bit comfortable guzzel when finances would afford it,...


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The Grave digger of Sorn, Ayrshire, was as selfish and mean a sinner as ever handled mattock, or carried mortcloth.


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A Highland Drover passing through a certain town, noticed a sign-board above an entry, with the following inscription:


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In the year 1723, Colonel Ridley returned from India with what, in those days, was accounted an immense fortune, and retired to a country seat on the banks of North Tyne in Northumberland.


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IN Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,/ Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes,/ She lived a licentious life,/ And namely in venereal acts


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"Did you ever hear the scrape that I and Uncle Zekiel had duckin' on't on the Connecticut?"


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Dr. Crusty and his friend Blinko were journeying towards lake Ontario in a cab.


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At an inquest on a drowned person, held at New York, there was some evidence that the deceased had been in a state of destitution,


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A convict escaped from prison by jumping out a window.


Title_of_Work:
An Irish coachman gaining his first place

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The master had two beautiful English horses, and he wanted a careful man to drive them;


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A few days since, a grand jury in the far weswt, ignored a bill against a huge negro for stealing chickens,


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"What studies do you intend to pursue?" said an erudite pedagogue one day,


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Bout-gates I hate, quo' girning Maggy Pringle,/ Syne harled Watty, greeting, through the ingle,

Work_Notes:
11 verses of irregular length: 4, 6, 14, 10, 12, 8, 10, 10, 6, 6 and 5 lines respectively


Title_of_Work:
Donald and his dog; or, The robber outwitted

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Between twa hills that tow'rd up to the/ clouds./ Clad owre wi' heather, bent, and woods;/ 'Mang steeps, & brocks, & waters fallin,'/ Was Highland Donald's humble dwallin'.


Title_of_Work:
New way of raising the wind; or, Habbie Simpson and his wife.

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(This highly humourous and truly Scottish production celebrates an adventure of the renoned Habbie Simpson, which actually occurred.Habbie appears to have been rather a privileged character, for besides being the best piper in the west country, he was ...

Work_Notes:
2.2-page prose introduction and narrative


Title_of_Work:
The west kintra weaver turned teetotaler.

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(The celebrated Scottish story used to be told by the late John Drummond, with tremendous applause.)/ It's as fack as death, I'm maist burning wi' shame to haud up my head before sic a respectable company, particularly as my character, drawn in gey...

Work_Notes:
1.5-page prose introduction and narrative


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"We're a' John Tamson's bairns" - that's an old Scotch sayin', and a true yin. I knet John Tamson weel. He had strapping lads and lassies baith, and he lived in that part o' Glasgow that was remarkable for the march of Sir William Wallace to attack ...


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A placid minister, near Dundee, preaching about the prophet Jonah said: "Ken ye, brethren, what fish it was that swallowed him!...


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A LIFE by de galley fire,/ A home in de good ole ship,/ Whar de waves curl higher an' higher,/ Like a nigger's under lip;


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OH, dandy Jim am sung to death,/ And ole Dan Tucker's out ob breath,/ Something new am good, although it's bad,/ I'll sing you a song about my ole dad.-


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I'VE often heard it said ob late,,/ Dat Souf Carolina was de state,/ Whar a handsome nigga's bound to shine,/ Like dandy Jim from Caroline.


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OH, I jist come out afore you,/ To sing a little song, I plays it on de banjo,/ And dey calls it Lucy Long.


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I once did lub a pretty gal - I lub'd her as my life, -/ She came from Louisiana, and I made her my dear wife.


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OH, I went to town de oder night,/ To hear de shows and see de sights,/ When I got dere I look all round,/ Till I hear Dan Tucker's banjo sound.


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I HAD just come down on a little bit ob a spree,/ And I'm bery well acquainted wid de gals I come to see./ I went to de house, but det was all gone to bed,/ And out ob de winder a colour'd lady said -


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I WAS born in Alabama, my massa's name was Deal,/ He used to own a yaller girl, her name was Lucy Neal,


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I AM a siance nigga, my name is Jim Brown,/ I am one dat plays de music all about de town;/ I aint de common niggas I would deign to gib my hand,/ Because I am de leader ob de fam'd black band.


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I'M a Yankee boy seeking my fortune,/ And soon on my travels I'll go,/ And teach all the host of creation/ The way to sing Rosin the Beau.


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IN ole Kentuck, in de arternoon,/ We sweep de kitchen wid a brand new broom,/ And arter dat we form a ring,/ And dis is de song dat we do sing:


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WAY down in de Kentucky brake,/ De darkey libs, dey calls him Jake,


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LUBLY Rose, Sambo cum,/ Don't you hear de banjo - tum, tum, tum?/ Lubly Rose, Sambo cum,/ Don't you hear de banjo - tum, tum, tum?/


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'Tis a bery lubly night, an de moon shines bright,/ De clouds in de nortf are gwoin out ob sight,/ De whipperwill sings, an de crickets all dance,/ De frogs want to cum it, but dey can't get chance.


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OLD Joe sat at de garden gate,/ He couldn't get in, 'cos he'd come too late;/ Up wid a stone, and knock at de door,/ "I want to come in," says dis black Joe.


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ON a Suskehannah raft I cum up de bay,/ And I danced, and I frolick'd, and I fiddled all de vway./ Sich a gittin up stairs I neber did see,/ Sich a gittin up stairs I neber did see.


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DAR's dandy nigger in each place,/ Wid beefstake lips that wik wid grace;/ But none among de gals can shine,/ Like dandy Jim ob Caroline./ All colour'd virgins tell me, oh,/ I's be best looking nigger in de country, oh,


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I COME from Alabama, wid my banjo on my knee,/ And I'm going to Louisiana, my Sambo for to see;


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DE jawbone hung ober log-hut fire -/ Jawbone de ting I most admire,/ And when at night my work am done,/ Jawbone and I can hab some fun.


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DE spring ob de year hab gone at last,/ De fishing time hab gone and past,/ Four-an-twenty boatman sitting on der rock,/ Shootin ob de sea-gulls all in a flock.


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WHEN de moon shine brightly, oh,/ Then de Nigger courting go;/ Him fling smash down de drill and hoe,/ And oberseer may kiss him toe.


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OH, I'se fropm Louisiana, as you all must know,/ Where Jim along Josey's all the go,/ Dem nigger all rise when de bell does ring,/ And dis am de song dat dey do sing -


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OLD Jasper Jack was as sharp as a flint,/ He'd a sort of a ' 'petual motion' squint;


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YOU'VE heard no doubt ob Ginger Blue,/ So much dat somthing I'll sing you,/ To please you all, dat is I'll try,/ 'Bout Massa and de green-tail fly.


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THE queerest chap I eber see/ Was nigger Jack of Tennessee;/ His nose was fat his cheeks were thin,/ And his under lip hung ober his chin -


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WHEN as King Henry rul'd this land,/ The second of that name;/ Besides the queen, he loved dear/ A fair and courtly dame.


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WHA was aince like Willie Gairlace,/ Wha in neebouring town or farm?/ Beauty's bloom was in his fair face,/ Deadly strength was in his arm.


Title_of_Work:
The upshot of the story [of Will and Jean]

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OH! that folk would weel consider/ What it is to tyne a name,/ What this warl' athegither,/ If bereft of honest fame!


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SHE's all my fancy painted her,/ She's lovely, she's divine;/ But her heart it is another's/ She never can be mine.


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Arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy!/ Take thy pail, and to labour away,/ Come arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy!

Work_Notes:
2 10-line verses [including repeated lines] and 1 8-line concluding verse


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The tear fell gently from her eye,/ When last we parted on the shore:/ My bosom heaved with many a sigh,/ To think I ne'er might see her more.


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O weel may the boatie row,/ And better may she speed;


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Begone, dull care! I prithee begone from me;/ Begone dull care! thou and I can never agree.


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When I and my Jenny thegither were tied,/ We had but sma' share o' the world between us;/ Yet lo'ed ither weel, and had youth on our side,/ And strength and guid health were abundantly/ gi'en us;


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When in the storm, on Albions coast,/ The night watch guards his wary post,/ From thoughts of danger free,/ He marks some vessel's dusky form,/ And hears amid the howling storm,/ The minute gun at sea,


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O, leave the gay and festive scenes,/ The halls of dazzling light,/ And rove with me through forests green/ Beneath the silent night.

Work_Notes:
2 10-line verses [including repeated lines]


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Ye mariners of England,/ Who guard our native seas,/ Whose flag has braved a thousand years/ The battle and the breeze!


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Dark lowers the night o'er the wide stormy main,/ Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful again/ Alas! morn returns to revisit the shore;/ But Connel returns to his Flora no more.


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Faint and wearily, the way-worn traveller/ Plods uncheerily, afraid to stop;


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FROM Teuchland I come, with my light wares all/ laden,/ To dear, happy England, in summer's gay bloom;/ Then listen, fair lady and young pretty maiden,/ Oh buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom!


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O are you sleepin', Maggie/O are you sleepin', Maggie/Let me in for loud the linn,/ Is roarin' o'er the warlock craggie


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SCOTS, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled;/ Scots, wham Bruce has aften led


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He was famed for deeds of arms,/ She a maid of matchless charms;


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Haud awa, bide awa,/ Haud awa frae me, Donald;/ Whaqt care I for a' your wealth,/ An' a that ye can gi'e, Donald?


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HE'S ower the hills that I lo'e weel./ He's ower the hills we darena name,/ He's ower the hills ayont Dumblane,/ Wha soon will get his welcome hame.


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Dame Durden kept five serving girls,/ To carry the milking pail,/ She also kept five lab'ring men,/ To use the spade and flail.


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Comin' through the craigs o' Kyle,/ Amang the bonnie blooing heather,/ There I met a bonnie lassie,/ Keeping a' her ewes thegither.


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MARCH to the battle field,/ the foe is now before us;/ Each heart is freedom's shield,/ And heaven is smiling o'er us.

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses preceded by 4-line chorus to be repeated after each verse.


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On the banks of Allan water,/ When the sweet spring time did fall,/ Was the Miller's lovely daughter,/ Fairest of them all.


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Up in the morning's no for me,/ Up in the morning early;/ When a the hills are cover'd wi' snaw,/ I'm sure it's winter fairly.


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GRIMALKIN, Mrs. Petlove's favourite cat, died some days ago of shortness of breath, proceding partly from old age, and partly from fat. As she felt her end approaching, she called her children to her, and spoke as follows:-/ "Before I leave this world...


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THEODORE was a boy of lively parts and engaging manners; but he had the failing of being extremely impatient in his temper, and inclined to extremes.


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GEORGE CORNISH, a native of London, was brought up to the sea. After making several voyages to the East Indies in the capacity of mate, he obtained the command of a ship in the country trade there, and passed many years of his life in sailing from one ...


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THE populous kingdom of Ava, in India beyond the Ganges, was once inherited by a minor prince, who was brought up in the luxurious indulgence of an Eastern palace.


Title_of_Work:
Life of Louis Philippe, late king of the French

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THE subject of our memoir was born in Paris on the 6th of October, 1773. He is the eldest son of LOUIS PHILIPPE-JOSEPH, Duke of Orleans - better known as Philippe Egalite - and of MARIE,only daughter of the Duke of Penthievre.


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It was the day after the Doune Fair when my story commences. It had been a brisk market, several dealers had attended from the northern and midland counties in England, and the English money had flown so merrily about as to gladden the hearts of the...


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I AM no teller of stories; but there is one belonging to Burleigh House, of which I happen to know some of the particulars. The late Earl of Exeter had been divorced from his first wife, a woman of fashion, and of somewhat more gaiety of manners than...


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TOBOLSK, the capital of Siberia, stands on the banks of the river Irtish, and is surrounded on the north by forests extending nearly to the Frozen Ocean,...


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The Progress of the Pilgrim is here represented by Christian leaving the City of Destruction, in terror and alarm at its fate.

Work_Notes:
22-page prose text with  20 woodcut illustrations


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Prithee, come here,/ My little dear,/ And read these stories o'er;


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Little Elizabeth had four sisters, who were all older than herself. In a morning, whilst they were engaged with their masters, she generally took a walk in Hyde-park with her maid.


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Polly was the only daughter of a poor man and his wife, who lived in a neart cottage near the gates of ---- park.


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CHARLOTTE had a good heart, but at the same time she had a great many faults. She hated work, though her mamma would often tell her how necessary an accomplishment it was for a little girl.


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THERE was once a little girl, who had a trick of pocking down her head so low that her chin would rest upon her stays.


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FOUR little girls, whose names I could mention, are not so tidy as they ought to be. Their papa has given to each of them a nice Morocco huziff, with scissors, silver bodkin, and thimble.


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LUCY Edmonds had been a very girl for three months. In all that time nobody had once occasion to say, "Do not so, Miss Lucy."


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DOLLY Primrose, a pretty young girl that lived as dairy maid at a farm house, had heard much talk of London, and took it into her silly head that go she would, and get a place of service in town;


Title_of_Work:
Will the groom; or, The little orphan boy

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WILL was of poor but honest parents, who had they lived, would probably have brought nhim up decently, and given him some education, but he, alas, poor boy! was early deprived of their protection when he was very young, and without a friend to help him;


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The pretty bird from day to day,/ Still cheers us with a song,/ And tho' imprison'd in a cage,/ Ne'er thinks its minutes long.


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I'll never lie, nor swear, nor steal,/ Nor take God's holy name in vain,/ But to my parent's words give ear,/ And shun the boys that are prophane.


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PETER PIPPIN was the son of/ Gaffer and Gammer Pippin,/ Who liv'd at the ivy house/ Under the hill;/ And if they've not gone,/ They live there still.


Title_of_Work:
One a Penny, two a Penny, hot Cross Buns!

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Think on this sacred festival;/Think why Cross Buns were given;/ Then think of Him who died for all,/ To give us right to Heaven.


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This Garland has been too long out of repair,/ The songs that were lost, not less than number four;/ Yet not ar last, by an industrious care,/ The sixteen new songs are made just twenty-four:/ Which large additions will much please, I know,/ All the ...


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Courteous reader,/ IT is to be observed, that various hAVE BEEN THE REPORTS OF THE BIRTH AND PARENTAGE OF OUR FAMOUS OUT-LAW robin hood; YET...


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I. A ballad of bold Robin Hood;, shewing his parentage, birth, breeding, valour, and marriage at Titbury Bull-running; composed for the diversion of old and young people./ Kind Gentlemen, will you be patient a while,/ Aye! and then you shall hear anon,


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WALLACE wicht, upon a nicht,/ Cam' riding ower a linn;/ And he is to his leman's bouir,/ And tirl'd at the pin.

Work_Notes:
32-verse narrative, printed as 1 4-line verse, 1 6-line verse, 13 4-line verses, 1 6-line verses and 16 4-line verses


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THOMAS STUART was a lord,/ A lord of mickle land;/ He used to wear a coat of gold./ But now his grave is green.


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It fell about the Lammas tide,/ When the muir-men win their hay,/ The doughty earl of Douglas rode/ Into England, to catch a prey.


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FAIR lady Anne sate in her bower,/ Down by the greenwood side,/ And the flowers did spring, and the birds did sing,/ 'Twas the pleasant May-day tide.


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When a boy, Harry Bluff left his friends and his/ home,/ And his dear native land, on the ocean to roam;/ Like a sapling he sprung, he was fair to the view,/ And was true British oak, boys, when older he grew,


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O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie the laird,/ They hae taen awa Jamie that delv'd in the yard!/ Wha play'd on the pipe, wi' the viol sae sma'/ They ha'e ta'en awa Jamie the flower o' them a'.


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Come tell me, says Julia, and tell me sincerely,/ Why men are so prone to deceive us;/ O, cruel to make us believe they love dearly,/ And then can perfidiously leave us.


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Oh no, we never mention her,/ Her name is never heard,/ My lips are now forbid to speak/ That once familiar word.


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Oh say not woman's love is bought/ With vain and empty treasure;/ Oh say not woman's heart is caught/ By every idle pleasure.


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Dearest maid, my heart is thine,/ For ever fond and true;/ Dearest youth, believe that mine/ As truly beats for you.


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Meet me in the moonlight,/ Meet me in the dell;/ If the stars behold us,/ Will they ever tell?


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I dream'd last night of our earlier days,/ Ere I sigh'd for a sword and a feather;/ As we danc'd on the hill in the moon's pale rays,/ Hand in hand together.


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Queer scenes now are all the go,/ You cannot say I'm wrong;/ And there is one I'd have you know/ I've work'd into a song.


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The lassies of Scotland are bonny and free,/ The maidens of Eire are fair, The sweet girls of Britain are lovely to see,/ And let them deny it who dare;


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When the glow-worms glide the elfin flower,/ That clings round my ruin'd shrine;/ When firts we met, when first we lov'd,/ And I confessed thee mine;


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Farewell to the mountain,/ And sun-lighted vale,/ the moss-border'd streamlets,/ and sun-lighted vale,


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The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,/ And the clan has a name that is nameless by day;

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1 5-line verse followed by 1 3-line verse and 2 5-line verses


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Now ancient English melodies/ Are banish'd out of doors,/ And nothing's heard bin modern days,/ But Signoras and ignors,/ Such airs I hate,/ Like a pig in a gate,


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She's all my fancy painted her,/ She's lovely, she's divine;/ But her heart it is another's/ She never can be mine.


Title_of_Work:
A light heart and a thin pair of breeches

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Ye frolicsome sparks of the game,/ And you that's got money in store,/ Come listen to Jamie by name,/ Who once had his hatful of gold;


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Gae bring my gude auld harp ance mair,/ Gae bring it free and fast,/ For I maun sing anither sang/ Ere a' my glee be past;


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A wee bird cam' to our ha' door,/ He warbled sweet and clearly,/ And aye the o'ercome o' his sang/ Was, 'Waes me for Prince Charlie.'


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What anguish wrung my throbbing herat,/ When fate decreed I should depart,/ Far from the lovely banks of Cart,/ And the bonny braes of Busbie, O.


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There is a land amidst the waves,/ Whose sons are famed in story;/ Who never were, or will be slaves,/ Nor shrink from death and glory.


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Let us go, lassie, go,/ To the braes of Balquhither,/ Where the blue-berries grow/ 'Mang the bonnie Highland heather;


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Loudon's bonnie woods and braes,/ I maun leave them a', lassie;/ Wha can thole when Britain's faes,/ Would gie Britons law, lassie?


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The young May moon is beaming, love,/ The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love,/ How sweet to rove/ Through Morna's grove,


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Blythe, blythe and merry was she,/ Blythe she was but and ben;


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O are ye sleeping, Maggie,/ O are ye sleeping, Maggie;/ Let me in, for loud the linn/ Is roaring o'er the warlock craigie.//Mirk and rainy is the night,/ No a starn in a' the carry;


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Oh! give me a sweet and shady bower,/ On the banks of a river clear and bright;/ And let not a ray of the sun have power/ To peep thro' the woodbines from morn till night.


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Bonnie Mary Hay, I will lo'e thee yet;/ For thine eye is the slae, and thy hair is the jet,


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The perils and dangers of the voyage past,/ And the ship to Portsmouth arrived at last,/ The sails all furl'd and the anchor cast;/ The happiest of the crew was Jack Robinson:


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I'm lonesome since I cross'd the hills,/ And over the moors that tire me,/ With heavy thoughts my heart doth fill,/ Since I parted from my Betty,


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As I came in by Auchindoun,/ A little wee bit frae the town,/ When to the Highlands I was bound',/ To view the haughs of Cromdale.


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Lord Lovel stands at his stable door,/ Mounted upon a grey steed;/ And bye came Lady Nanciebel,/ And wish'd Lord Lovel much speed.


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21 6-line verse narrative and 2-line chorus


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Ye gales that gently wave the sea,/ And please the canny boatman,/ Bear me frae hence, or bring to me/ My brave, my bonny Scot-man:


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WHEN I was at home with my father and mother,/ I bate the old couple and Thady my brother,


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He comes from the wars, from the red field


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Oh! The days are gone, when beauty bright


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While grave divines preach up dull rules


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'Tis a bery lubly night, an de moon shines bright


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Ye talk ob dandy niggers, but you neber saw this coon


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I come from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee


Title_of_Work:
Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudeslie


Title_of_Work:
The Blind Beggar of Bednal Green, in Two Parts.

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There was a blind beggar that had lost his sight


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You are going for your pay, for your fortnight's pay, my dear


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Commotion, commotion is seen far and near


Title_of_Work:
Bonaparte's Card to John Bull: or, Rise up Johny & Let Bonie come Ben


Title_of_Work:
Britain's Timely Remembrancer: or, a Warning from Heaven, to vile Sinners on Earth; being Mr. Brightly's Last Sermon which he preached in his Shroud and died immediately after he concluded the same.

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In the town of Waltham, 13 Miles N.E. of Leicester,


Title_of_Work:
An Account of the holy Life of Mr. Richard Brightly

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An Account of the holy Life of Mr. Richard Brightly


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From the Climes and the seas of the fair sunny south


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The great utility of Letter-Writing is so well known


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From a young Man to his Father, desiring him to intercede with his Master to take him again into his service. & The Father's Answer


Title_of_Work:
The Father's Letter to the Master. & The Master's Answer

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My worthy Friend,-I have often written to


Title_of_Work:
From a Young Man, Apprentice to a Merchant in town, to his Father in the country, solicting pocket money. & The Father's Answer

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Honoured Sir,-I wrote to you lately, but not


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From a young Gentleman at a School in the Country, to his Brother, an Apprentice in London. & the Brother's Answer

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Dear Jackey,-Little master Billy Thomson is


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From a young Woman, just gone to Service in London, to her Mother in the Country. & The Mother's Answer


Title_of_Work:
From a Young Man in the Country, to a Merchant in London, offering Correspondence. And The Merchant's Answer

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Sir,-My apprenticeship with Mr wilson being


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From a young Man whose Master had lately died, to a Merchant in London. & The Answer

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Sir,-I docht not but you have heard of my


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To a Correspondent, requesting the Payment of a sum of Money. & The Answer

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Sir,-Although the balance of the account between us


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An urgent demand for Payment. & The Answer


Title_of_Work:
Soliciting the loan of Money from a Friend

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Dear sir,-I believe that since you first knew me


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From a Tenant to a Loandlord, excusing delay of payment

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Sir,- I have been your tenant above ten years


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From a country Farmer, on the same occasion & the answer


Title_of_Work:
From a young Man who had an opportunity to set up in Business, but destitute of Money, to a Gentleman of reputed Benevolence.

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Hon. Sir,-When you look at the subscription


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Sir,-The bearer has served me with intefrity


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From a young Tradesman lately entered in Business, to his Father asking his consent to marry & the answer

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Honoured Sir,-It is now above three years


Title_of_Work:
From a young Man, just done with his Apprenticeship, to his Sweetheart, a Servant in the neighbourhood & the answer

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Dear Sally,-I have been long in love with you


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From a young Lady to a Gentleman, complaining of Indifference & the answer

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Sir,-However light you may make of promises


Title_of_Work:
From a young Woman, a servant in London, to her Parents, desiring their consent to Marry & the answer


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From a Lover after receiving wounds in Battle to his Mistress & the answer

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My Dear Caroline,-You have often declared


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Madam,-The great love and tenderness I have


Title_of_Work:
From a Gentleman, whose Wife was lately Dead, to a Clergyman in the Neighbourhood

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Reverend Sir,-You have often, both in public


Title_of_Work:
Confusion; or, the World in Disorder.  A new and True song


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Tarry woo, tarry woo,/ Tarry woo is ill to spin,/ Card it well, card it well,


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LAST night the dogs did bark,/ I went to the gates to see,


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OH, take me to your arms, my love,/ For keen the wind doth blow;


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THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,/ That lov'st to greet the early morn,


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AULD Watty o' Kebbuckston brae,/ Wi' lear an' readin' o' beuks auld-farren,


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NOW Bonney is awa'/ From his warring and fightin'


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It was on a summer evening, abroad as I did rove


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A Wealthy young 'Squire of Tanworth, we hear.


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CAPTAIN O Gra, will you help me to list?


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COME all you brisk damsels of Sunderland fair


Title_of_Work:
The Father's admonition to his Children before his Death, wherein he informs them, First, Of their duty to GOD; Secondly, To their Mother: And, Thirdly, Of what they owe to each other.


Title_of_Work:
A COPY of VERSES that he had made upon Himself, not long before his Death

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Forbear, fond man, and weep no more, 'tis vain


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When'er the gowden sun gade doun,/ An' gloomie ev'nin fell;

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18 4-line verses & 1 6-line verse whice are preceded by a 1-page introduction in prose


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"In yon little cot by the Borrowstown hill,/ Where flutters the merlin an' wimples the rill,


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MAHOMET, or, according to the true pronumciation


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Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms


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Saw ye my wee thing? Saw ye my ain thing?


Title_of_Work:
The LONDON LORD Tricked by a FARMER'S DAUGHTER


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One fine summer eve, whilst wand'ring alone

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48 4-line verses & 3 6-line verses& introduction and 2 foot-notes


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DADDY Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say


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THE Ploughman he's a bonny lad,/ And all his wark's a pleasure,/ And ay when he comes hame at night,/ He kisses me at leisure.


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COME, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,


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COME to the wedding, ye friends and neighbours


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MY name is Argyl, you may think it strange


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WHEN the anchor's weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd


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HOW stands the glass around?/ For shame, ye take no care, my boys;


Title_of_Work:
Stirling Tower. Composed on the death of Colonel Gardener, 1745


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ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,/ The streamers waving in the wind,


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DOWN by yon shady grove, one day I chanc'd to rove


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ATTEND all ye shepherds and nymphs to my lay


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The spring-time returns and clothes the green plains


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WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame


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AS down on Banna'a banks I stray'd,/ one evening in May,


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MY Sheep I neglected, and lost my sheep-hook


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I That once was a ploughboy, a Sailor am now


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Encompass'd in an angel's frame,/ An angel's virtues lay:


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Wha wadna be in love/ Wi' bonny Maggy Lauder?/ A piper met her gaun to Fife,


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GIN e'er I'm in love, it shall be with a lass


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THE Gypsies came to our good Lord's gate


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WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green


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COming home with my milk the young 'squire I/ met,/ who said, Polly, love, set down your pails;


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IF I live to grow old, for I find I go down,/ Let this be my fate: - in a neat country town,

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5 4-line verses & 3-line chorus preceded by half-page prose introduction to work


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THE pride of all Nature was sweet Willy O !


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THE Queen of all Nature is sweet Jenny O !


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I Winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee


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THE hounds are all out, and the morning does peep


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A Term full as long as the siege of old Troy


Title_of_Work:
Admiral Duncan's Victory Over the Dutch Fleet, October 11th, 1797.

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YE lovers of Britain, its laws and good king


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DOwn by yon chrystal fountain,/ Where purling streams do flow


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YOung Molly was a-milking/ beneath yon shady tree


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PRetty Nancy of London, in Leaden-hall Street,/ Was courted by Billy on board of the fleet,


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IN April, when primroses paint the sweet plain


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Their groves of sweet myrtles let foreign lands reckon


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O love! What the deuce do you want in my bosom?


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The gale breathes soft, the Moon's pale beam


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THE Trumpet resounds from afar,/ The clangour of arms to proclaim;


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LANGSYNE beside the woodland burn,/ Amang the broom sae yellow,


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TELL her, I'll love her while the clouds drop rain


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O'er hills and dales, thro' woods and vales

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2 4-line verses; 1 5-line verse & 4-line chorus


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WHEN war had broke in on the peace o' auld men


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YE banks and braes, and streams around,/ The castle o' Montgomery,


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THE Trumpet sounds, the valiant troops are form'd


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WHAT! Is there ill news, you're so sad, Robin Gray


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HOW pleasant the Banks of the clear winding Devon,


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YE heroes of the upper form,/ Who long for whip and reins,


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ON a bonny day when the heather was blooming


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Come all you good people, I pray you draw near


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29 4-line verses;  TUNE-"Fy let's a' to the bridal.")


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WHEN our valliant ancestors did land in this isle


Title_of_Work:
The Folly of crying upon trifling occasions

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A LITTLE girl, who used to weep bitterly


Title_of_Work:
The Honour and Advantage of a constant adherence to Truth


Title_of_Work:
We too often judge of Men by the splendor, and not by the merit of their actions


Title_of_Work:
The pert and the ignorant are prone to Ridicule


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AWAKE, my love, with genial ray,/ The sun returning glads the day;


Title_of_Work:
The Wind Blew the Bonny Lassie's Plaidy Awa'


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'Twas on Wednesday morning the 1st of November


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WHEN I took my departure from Dublin's sweet town


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As I stray'd o'er the common on Cork's rugged border


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HE comes from the wars, from the red field of fight


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AH ! See the pale lily some rude band has cast


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37 8-line verses and 8-line introduction


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A glass o' good Whisky I take when I'm wearied


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Ye lasses and lads lend an ear to my song


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Ye've a' heard tell o' Rab rorison's Bonnet


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Come all you jolly ploughmen, of courage stout and


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O hark ! Now the cries of poor Britons below


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There were three kings into the east/ three kings both great and high,


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As I stray'd o'er the common on cork's rugged border


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Extracted from "Lives of Officers of State in Scotland"


Title_of_Work:
Difference between Simple and Compound Interest

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As the solutions to the following questions


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COME all ye young lovers in Scotland draw near

Work_Notes:
24 8-line verses & 1 4-line verse; in three parts


Title_of_Work:
The Cogie: Or, A Welcome to the New Year

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6 4-line verses & 4-line chorus. Tune: Cauld kail in Aberdeen


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8 8-line verses.  'TUNE-"Comin thro' the rye."


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5 8-line verses.  'TUNE-"Scots, Wha Hae"


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Let the vot'ry of Bacchus exult o'er his barrels

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3 8-line verses & 4-line chorus.  'TUNE-"The Scottish Blue Bells."


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10 4-line verses.  'TUNE-"Bob and Joan."


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5 8-line verses.  'TUNE-"The auld wife ayont the fire."


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9 4-line verses & 4-line chorus.  'TUNE-"Cauld kail in Aberdeen."


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Men, adorned with civic chains,/ Men, ordained to guide the reins,

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6 8-line verses (the work is preceded by a two line quote from 'The Bruce.')


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What ails the folk o' Inverness? -/A public's changed its name, man;

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8 4-line verses (the work is preceded by a 3-line quote from a newspaper)


Title_of_Work:
Something To Do!  Or a New Touch At the times.

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As John Bull is dorder'd in heart and in mind

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11 4-line verses & 3-line chorus.  '(Tune-Chapter of Kings.)


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COME all you British subjects fill up each flowing


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MY Name is Argyle, don't ye think it strange


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AT a time when the phrenzy of insubordination seems


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Our bugles had sung, the night-cloud had lower'd


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At the dead of the night, when by whisky inspir'd


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The cold winter is past and gone./ and now comes on the spring,/ And I am one of the king's life-guards,/ and I must go fight for my king, my dear,


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These lines from your lover, dear Jenny receive


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When trees did bud and fields were green


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A Landlady in France, lov'd an officer 'tis said


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When war and taxation had fleec'd us right sair


Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses with repetition of last 2 lines of each verse


Title_of_Work:
A Choice Drop of Honey, From the Rock, Christ.


Title_of_Work:
The Life and Prophecies of Mr. Donald Cargill


Title_of_Work:
The Torwood Excommunication.  September, 1680

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AFTER Sermon, upon Ezek. Xxi. 25 26 27.  And


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The British army-May its distinguishing characteristic


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The British navy-May it ever sail on a sea of


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The spring of Love, and the harvest of Enjoyment


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Our royal King, and the royal and ancient Craft


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May we always have a friend and a bottle to give


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May the blossoms of friendship never be nipt by the


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May the end of the chase prove the beginning of happiness


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May the folly of those who ape the manners of the


Title_of_Work:
CHRIST on the Cross Suffering for Sinners

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John iii. 14. 15.  And as Moses lifted up the Serpent


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I perceive you have had an opportunity of reading ancient histories.

Work_Notes:
20.5-page prose narrative, some in dialogue form


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THOUGH complaints of poverty and scarcity of money


Title_of_Work:
The Way to Make Money Plenty in Every Man's Pocket

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AT this time, when the general complaint is that


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CALCULATE your income, and be sure you do


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ENDEAVOUR  to be perfect in the calling you are


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The following Account of the Battles of Drumclog and Bothwell


Title_of_Work:
To the Young People of this Congregation

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AS I was much dealth with, and urged by some of your parents


Title_of_Work:
Some Short and Easy Questions for Children, at first Beginning


Title_of_Work:
Appendix, Containing Advices to Parents and Children

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I Shall briefly add a word to Christian parents and children


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2 act play with preface and dramatis personae


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THE MS. Of Coul's Ghost was found among the Papers of Collector Hamilton


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An Account of Mr. Maxwell Laird of Coul his appearance after Death to Mr. Ogilvie a Minister of the present Establishment at Innerwick, 3 Miles East from Dunbar.


Title_of_Work:
THE SINNER'S SOBS; OR, THE SINNER'S WAY TO SION'S JOY.

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Now when they heard this, they were pricked in their hearts


Title_of_Work:
A MEDITATION ON THE FOUR LAST THINGS. VIZ. DEATH, JUDGEMENT, HEAVEN, AND HELL. FOR THE TIME OF LENT ESPECIALLY.


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SLEEP on, my sweet babie, may nothing distress


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'Twas on a Friday afternoon,/ I took a trip aboon Glenfroin,


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MARY, why thus waste thy youth-time in sorrow?


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DOWN top-gallant-sails.  stand by braces


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16 8-line verses; Headed 'A New Improved touch on the Times'


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Good ale comes and good ale goes,/ Good ale gart me sell my hose,


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NEVER was a man so bandied by Fame,/ Thro' air, thro' ocean, and thro' land,


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Behind yon hill where Stinchar flows,/ many moons and masses many O;


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When late I wander'd o'er the plain,/ From nymph to nymph I strove in vain,/ My wild desires to rally, to rally,/ My wild desires to ral-ly:


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THE pride of all nature was sweet Willy O


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To sing you a song, sirs, it is my intention


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IN the dress of Free Masons, fit garments for Jove


Title_of_Work:
The Whole Proceedings of Jockey and Maggy's Courtship.  Part First.


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MY father, George Jones, commonly called Black


Title_of_Work:
Account of the Origin of Burning Heretics in england

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IN the year 1401, and reign of Henry IV.  King of


Title_of_Work:
A Sermon - 1 Cor. Ix. 24. - So run that ye may obtain.


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AS  the unmerciful are cursed here, so shall they


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IT is observed, that they are richest merchants


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SIR ROBERT PEEL was born at Bury, on the 6th of


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JOHN KNOX, the celebrated Scottish Reformer, was


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THE HON. ARTHUR WELLESLEY, third son of the


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NAPOLEON BONAPARTE wa born at Ajaccio on the


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THREE blind beggars were on their way from


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WALDEN was playing on his flute in a slow


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BARON TRENCK, at the time of the first war


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Examples of toasts divide into 9 subject headings; list of proverbs


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I KNOW that young folks like to hear a new song


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A-bed.  To dream that you are in bed betokens


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Oh! heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale,/ Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and/ wail?


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NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note,/ As his corse [sic] oe'r the ramparts we hurried;


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OH, young Lochinvar is come out of the west!/ Through all the wide border his steed was the best:


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STOP! - for thy tread is on an Empire's dust!/ An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below!


Work_Notes:
1 23-line verse; 1 52 line verse & 1 40-line verse


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O SACRED Truth ! thy triumph ceased awhile


Title_of_Work:
Flight of O'Connor's Child and Death of Her Lover


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I HAVE heard that nothing gives an author so great


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WHEN I was a child at seven years old, my friends


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"Oh ! That man should put an enemy into their mouths to


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ON the coast of Sussex there is a little village which


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ROSAMOND daughter of Walter Lord Clifford, was born in the year 1134; her father was a nobleman of high reputation and wealth,...


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4 8-line verses; Air,-"the three carls o' Buchanan"  Key-note D


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4 8-line verses; "air very old.  Key-note G minor


Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses; Tune,-"Bessie Bell and Mary Gray"


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O, WILT thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar

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2 4-line verses; Air,-"Johnnie M'Gill."  Key-note F.


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2 8-line verses; Music by W. H. Lithgow.  Key-note B flat


Work_Notes:
2 8-line verses; Music arranged by J. T. May


Work_Notes:
2 9-line verses; Music arranged by R. A. Smith


Work_Notes:
3 9-line verses; Music by Thomas Shrivall


Work_Notes:
1 4-line verse, 3 5-line verses and 1 8-line verse; Key-note D


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HAIL, bonnie Scotland, thy glens and blue hills

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6 4-line verses; Music by G. F. Stanbury


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1 4-line verse and 3 5-line verses; Music by Jos. De Pinna


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OUR Jean likes the morning when milkin' the kye


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WHERE are the friends that we all lov'd so dear


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4 4-line verses & chorus;Music by J. Turnbull.  Key-note G


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JOCKEY said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou wed?


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3 4-line verses & 4-line chorus; Air by John bruce.  Key-note B flat


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I NEITHER gat plenishing, siller, nor land


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OH ! Rowan tree, oh ! Rowan tree, thou'lt aye be dear

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4 4-line verses & 4-line chorus; Music arranged by Finlay Dun, and John Thomson


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SMILE again, my bonnie lasie, lassie, smile again


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FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies

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2 8-line verses; "My lodging is on the cold ground." Key-note F


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HEAR what Highland Nora said,/ The earlie's son I will not wed,


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2 4-line verses & 4-line chorus; Music by A. Lee


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CONTENTED wi' little, and canty wi' mair


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IT was a dreadful storm.  The wind, blowing full on the seashore


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AT the period when the Republic of Genoa was divided


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"What shall I do," said a very little dog one day to his


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PHILANDER possessed a considerable place about the court


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BE sure, Frederick, always keep good company," was the


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AT one of the celebrated schools of painting in Italy, a young


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IT was a delightful evening about the end of August.  The


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IT was Sunday morning.  All the bells were ringing for


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A WITTY Hibernian, just arrived in London, and wandering


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DOUBTLESS you're glad to sell your heart


Title_of_Work:
The Life and Andventures of Ambrose Gwinnet

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I WAS born of reputable parents in the city of Canterbury


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I SAT watching the storm, till eight o'clock, when a


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IN that part of the Alps, amidst the high mountains


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"Beneath those stones you see there, almost covered


Title_of_Work:
Introduction ( The Maid Servant's Guide)

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MANY highly respectable families keep only one servant


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THE situation of maid-of-all-work in a tradesman's


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Your first duty, when you get up in the morning, is


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If tea is to be taken, set as many breakfast-cups as


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While the family are at breakfast, take a jug of hot


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CUPS, SAUCERS, &C.-Rinse each article singly, in a


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Lay the bed smooth, to put the clothes on, so that it


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The bed-clothing should first be taken off, folded,


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To Clean A Parlour Or Drawing-Room Thoroughly

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When the parlour or drawing-room is to be thoroughly


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Take a clean, smooth board, and rub on it a Flander's


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When it is within half an hour of the dinner time


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It is now time to begin to get the tea ready.  You


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When there is a party to supper, you will have to


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Everything, except stockings, must be mended before


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Fair Helen one morn from her cottage had strayed


Title_of_Work:
The Wind Blew The Bonny Lassie's Plaidy Awa


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Come mourn, come mourn with/(me;), ye loyal lovrs all;


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At Mill o' Tiftie liv'd a man,/In the neighbourhood of Fyvie,/He had a lovely daughter fair,/Was called bonnie Annie.


Title_of_Work:
The Laird of Ardenoaige and the Ghost of Fenhaglen.

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Colin Campbell was born in Ardenoaige about the middle of the fifteenth century, he was son and heir to Duncan Campbell, laird of Ardenoaige.


Title_of_Work:
The three crump twin brothers of Damascus

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Under the Caliphat of Watik-billah, grandson of Haroun Arreschid, there dwelt at Damascus an old man called Behemrillah,...


Title_of_Work:
Sir James the Rose: an old Scottish tragic ballad


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The ev'ning Sun o'er Arran's lofty brow,


Author:
Aitken, Andrew, Farmer in Overton, Beith.

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To drink, or not to drink? that is the question-


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To study man, to trace his aims and views


Title_of_Work:
A remarkable account of a shipwreck on an uninhabited island

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Certain English Merchants, encouraged by the great advantages


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Some sing the exploits o' fam'd statesmen and heroes,


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There's music in the woods, an' there's music in the waters,


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The Auld Beggar Man is a hearty auld cock;


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Poor mortals conceive as they stand on the ground,


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My frien's I am come for to sing you a sang,


Title_of_Work:
True and correct narrative of the dreadful burning of the steam-ship Amazon

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Plymoth,[sic] January 6-It is our painful duty to report the particulars of a most appalling accident.


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There is no subject which the common sense of/ mankind has gone farer[sic] wrong than that of WAR:


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The aspect of the dwelling where Mrs Mason was to fix her residence,


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While Mrs Mason was enjoying the kind hospitality of Gowan-brae,


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I accompanied the gentlemen into the garden,


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Musing on long-gone-by times I approach-ed my brother's cottage,


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'Come under my plaidy, the night's gaun to fa';


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Ae day a braw wooer cam' down the lang glen,


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Of a' the airts the win' can blaw, I dearly like the west,


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WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn,/ And gentle peace returning,


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Alone, to the banks of the dark-rolling Danube,


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My name, d'ye see's Tom Tough, I've seed a little sarvice


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O! Flattering Delany,/ Will no blushes shame thee,/ Since by your deceitfulness/ I am undone:


Title_of_Work:
The barking barber, or, new bow, wow, wow


Work_Notes:
7-page verse narrative with varying length of verses


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COME all ye merry plowmen,/ of courage stout and bold,


Title_of_Work:
The jovial tinker and the farmer's daughter


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Leper's father lived in a village about six miles from Glasgow,


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Bout-gates I hate, quo girning Maggy Pringle,


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'Tis hinna ye heard, man o' Barrochan Jean?/ And hinna ye heard man o' Barrochan Jean?


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Mary, why thus waste thy youth time in sorrow?/ See a' around you the flow'rs sweetly blaw,


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THE sun has gane o'er the lofty Benlomond,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene;


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OCH hey! Johhnie lad,/ Ye're no sae kind's ye should hae been,


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Loudon's bonnie woods and braes,/ I maun lea' them a' Lassie;


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Mirk and rainy is the night,/ No a starn in a' the carry;


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LOWLAND lassie wilt thou go/ Where the hills are clad with snow,


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The midges dance aboon the burn,/ The dews begin to fa',


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Let us go, lassie, go,/ To the braes o' Balquhither,


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FAR lone amang the Highland hills,/ 'Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,


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WHEN John and me were married,/ Our hading was but sma',


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WHEN Rosie was faithful, how happy was I,/ Still gladsome as summer the time glided by,


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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,


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When trees did bud, and fields were green,


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Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,


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Now in her green mantle blythe nature arrays,


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Oh, why left I my hame? why did I cross the deep?


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Here awa', there awa', wandering Willie!


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Mr. George Buchanan was a Scotsman born and/ though of mean parentage, made great progress in/ learning.


Title_of_Work:
The witty and entertaining exploits of Geo. Buchanan

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Mr. George Buchanan was a Scotsman born, and/ though of mean parentage made great progress in/ learning.


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Sit ye down, my cronies, and gi'e me your crack,


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John Anderson, my jo, John,/ When we were first acquaint,


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O were I able to rehearse,/ My ewie's praise in proper verse,


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You pretty young maids that has mourn'd many/ years


Title_of_Work:
The faithless captain; or The betrayed virgin

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All young maidens, pray a while draw/near


Title_of_Work:
A new song on the death of General Abercrombie


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1. It fell about the time o' year/ When neither gold nor wardles gear,/ Could give a widow-man sic cheer,/ As a young wife at e'en.


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Will you go to the highlands jewel with me,


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COME under my pladie, the night's gaen to fa';/ Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the/ (snaw


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A young lass o'erheard him and did/ him misca',


Title_of_Work:
A new song on a young lady who inlisted into the 32d regiment of foot, for the love she bore to a young captain


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I am a young lover that is sorely oppress'd,/ Enthrall'd by a far one & can find no rest;


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Come gie's a sang, the Lady cry'd/ And lay your disputes all aside,/ What signifies't for folk to chide/ For what's was done before them


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Again rejoicing Nature sees/ Her robe assume its vernal hues,/ Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,/ All freshly steep'd in morning dews.


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Green grow the rashes, O;/ Green grow the rashes, O;/ The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,/ Are spent amang the lassies, O.


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The historical ballad of May Culzean is/ supposed to be founded on fact.


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A minister asking a lady in the neighbourhood of/ Norwich, whether she knew any thing of Christ?


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Duncan Campbell came from the Highlands. when/ six years of age. to live with an old maiden aunt in/ Edinburgh, and attend the school. His mother was/ dead: but his father had supplied her place, by mar/rying his housekeeper.


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He who can produce more and better than/ others, has talents;...


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Things may be seen differently, and dif-/ferently shewn;...


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Advise not what is most pleasant but/ what is best.


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Affectation is to be distinguished/ from hypocrisy,...


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he who purposes to be an author must first/ be a student.


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The first requisite for a good style is to/ think closely on the subject,...


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A striking example of disobedience to parents occured/ some years ago in the south of England


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It is to be lamented, that such are the ef-/ fects of our depravity,...


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Genius is used to signify the talent which/ we recieve from nature,...


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As there is a foolish wisdom, so there is a/ wise ignorance in not prying into God's ark,...


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As Providence has made the human soul al-/ways impatient for novelty,...


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How lovely and how happy is an open and/ ingenuous behaviour.


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Party spirit, is a disposition not easily/ defined;...


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Prudence excels most of the other vir-/tues as far as the sight of our eyes does the o-/ther senses.


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WHEN Chapman billies leave the street,/ And drouthy neebours neebours meet,/ As market days are wearing late,


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BOUTGATES I hate, quo' girning Maggy Pringle,


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KEEN the frosty winds war blawin',/ deep the sna' had wreath'd the ploughs,


Title_of_Work:
The life and prophecies of Mr. Alexander Peden

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Mr. Alexander Peden was born/ in the parish of Sorn, in the Sheriffdom/ of Ayr.


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ROBERT BURNS, the Author/ of TAM o' SHANTER, was born on/ the 25th January, 1759,...


Title_of_Work:
The waes o' war; or, The upshot o'the history o' Will and Jean

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OH! that folk would weel consider/ What it is to tyne a-NAME,/ What this warld a' thegither,/ If bereft of honest fame?


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WHA was aince like Willie Gairlace,/ Wha in neebouring town or farm?/ Beauty's bloom was in his fair face,/ Deadly strength was in his arm!


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THE subject of this work is singular, and it/ has been handled after a singular manner :...


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Duncan Campbell came from the Highlands. when/ six years of age, to live with an old maiden aunt in/ Edinburgh, and attend the school. His mother was/ dead: but his father had supplied her place, by mar-/rying his hou-keeper.


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(Genesis ii. 18./ And the Lord God said, It is not good that/ the man should be alone : I will make him an/ help-meet for him.) HUMAN misery is to divine mercy, a black soil to a sparkling diamond ;...


Title_of_Work:
Anecdotes of singular and remarkable conversions

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ONE evening (saith Mr. Longden) as I was re-/turning from chapel,...


Title_of_Work:
Short account of Sir Thomas Learmant, the Rhymer

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SIR THOMAS LEARMANT, commonly called/ Thomas Rymer, was born in the east corner of/ Fife, of a good family, His prophecies have been/ more credited than any that were ever recorded/ in the Scots Chronicle,...


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As to his prophetical sayings, they are hard to be/ understood,...


Title_of_Work:
Thomas the Rhymer's prophecies, in verse


Title_of_Work:
Jeanie Deans and the lily of St. Leonard's

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In the year 1736, during the reign of George/ II. Edinburgh was the scene of a remarkable/ riot...


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(COMING INTO THE WORLD)/ I have no recollection of the thing my-/self, yet there is every reason to believe that I was/ born on the 15th of October, 1765,...


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The Duke of Gordon had three daughters/ Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean,/ They would not stay in bonny Castle Gor-/(don), But they went to bonny Aberdeen


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O TELL na me of wind and rain,/ Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain!


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Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,/ Bonnie lassie, artles lassie


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Gloomy winter's now awa',/ Saft the western breezes blaw:/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheery, O.


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Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,/ And sair wi' his love he did deave me:


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From Roslin Castle's echoing walls/ Resound my shepherd's ardent calls;


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Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,/ The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw;


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Mr. James Renwick was born in the parish of Glen-/carn, in Dumfries-sire, February 15th, 1662.


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To see a Future Husband.- On midsummer/ nigt, just at sunset,...


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(To pour out the Tea or Coffee Grounds)/ Pour the grounds of tea or coffee into a white/ cup,...


Title_of_Work:
The witty exploits of Mr George Buchanan


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A celebrated attendant upon the Sheriff, well known/ for his activity in the execution of his orders, as well/ as for taking a bit comfortable guzzel which finances/ would afford it,...


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BESIDE the parson's bower of yew/ Why strays a troubled spright,


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A Douse, religious, kintry wife,/ That liv'd a quiet, contented life,/ To show respect unto the priest,/ Wham she esteem'd within her breast,


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'BOUTGATES I hate, quo' girning Maggy Pringle,


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COME all you young lovers in Scotland give ear,/ Unto this sad story, which now you shall hear,/ Concerning two lovers that liv'd in the north,/ Among the high mountains that stand beyond Forth.


Work_Notes:
21.5-page verse narrative. By Balfour, Alexander, Poetical Writer.


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(Once more the brownie shews his honest face) THERE liv'd a man on Noranside


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IN Green Caledonia there ne'er were twa lovers,


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TELL me the tales that to me were so dear,


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A/ A BAIRN may hae ower muckle o' his mither's benison.

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23-page collection of one-line proverbs arranged alphabetically


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THAT the religious education of his children/ is a concern of the utmost importance, no/ conscientious parent is disposed to deny.


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No event which for a long time has oc-/curred, produced such a strong sensation of horror and sympathy,....


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There never was a finer morning seen than/ the first of November,1755


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The following statement of the calamitous/ event is taken from a suplement to the/ St. Thomas's gazette, dated 9th April, 1812.


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Aleppo, one of the most beautiful cities of the/ Turkish empire,...


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Although Britain happily is not naturally a/ seat of these dreadful agitations of nature,...


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ON the 27th, by day break, we set off to visit mount Aetna,...


Title_of_Work:
An account of the late eruption of Vesuvius

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One of the grandest, and at the same time/ the most awful spectacles in nature is that/ of an active volcano,...


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The discovery of the ancient city of/ Herculaneum, justly excited the curiosity/ of all men of letters,...


Title_of_Work:
Economical receipts and useful information

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(economy in planing potatoes) The common mode of planting potatoes is,/ by setting the small roots entire;...


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(January) IN mild weather, sow early pease and beans,/ likewise radishes, cresses and lettuces, in/ warm sheltered situations.


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(Where shall the guilty who hath lost...) The refined system of religion, which is at/ this day adopted by many, is unsuitable to/ the case of anxious guilty criminals.

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22-page prose narrative with 7 4-line verses


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((John iv. 14.-For what is your life?...) To a reflecting mind, regulated by the word of God,...


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There are few opinions which have ob-/tained greater currency in the world, than/ that religion is a very dull, austere, and/ melancholy affair;....


Title_of_Work:
The commission given by Jesus Christ to his apostles

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(matthew xxviii.-18, 19 20 _ And Jesus came and...) (part second, what believers are called to practise) IN directing the reader's attention to these words/ in a former Tract,...


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'Twas on a Monday morning,/ Right early in the year,


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FAIRFU' the lasses, O,/ Fairfu' the lasses O,


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MIRK an' rainy is the night/ No a starn in a' the carry,


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The auld man's mare's dead,/ The poor man's mare's dead,/ The auld man's mare's dead,/ A mile aboon Dundee.


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For England, when with favouring gale,/ Our gallant ship up channel steer'd,


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Oh' I am come to the Low country'/ Ochon, ochon, ochrie;/ Without a penny in my purse,/ To buy a meal to me.


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The Laird o' Cockpen he's proud an' he's great,/ His mind is ta'en up wi' things o' the state;


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O THIS is no my ain lassie,/ Fair tho' the lassie be!


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EXHORTATION I./ CONSIDER your soul concerns with/ the greatest seroiusness;...


Title_of_Work:
Directions for reading the bible; wherein its worth and excellency are shewed

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I. IN reading the word of God, if/ ye would profit by it,...


Title_of_Work:
A brief account of Mr. Rutherfoord's life, with some of his last words

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MR. SAMUEL RUTHERFOORD, a gentleman/ by extraction,...


Title_of_Work:
A testimony to the work of refomation in Britain and Ireland

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(FEB. 28th, 1661.) THOUGH the Lord needeth not a Testimony/ from such a wretched man as I,...


Title_of_Work:
The godly man's ark: or, City of refuge in time of trouble

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(ISAIAH xliii. 2./ When thou passeth...) These words, my beloved friends,/ are a promise that God hath made/ to his church and people,


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(ISAIAH xxvi. 20./ Come, my People...) The bowels of the Lord's sympathy towards/ his people, are always bursting out,...,


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(Rev.xxi.4, 5, 6, 7, 8./And God shall...) This text contains four things.

Work_Notes:
21.5-page prose narrative with 12 4-line verses


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(SERMON I/ LUKE ix 42. And as he was...) HERE is a history of Christ's healing a lunatic child/ whose father came to the disciples, and they could/ not cure him:...


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(Of Merry Books this is the Chief,/ It is a purging pill,/ To carry off all heavy Grief,/ And make you laugh your fill/ A COLLECTION OF RIDDLES./) INTO this world I came hanging,/ And when from the same I was ganging,


Title_of_Work:
Here follow merry tales and comical jests

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IN the reign of Queen ELIZABETH, the/ County of Lancaster was much pestered/ with witches.


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Who, as he met his country's foes./ Within the field of fame,


Title_of_Work:
An account of two great and dreadful eruptions, &c. Eruption of Mount Etna in Sicily, 1699

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MANY striking remains of the great erupti-/on in 1699 are still to be seen.


Title_of_Work:
Eruption of Mount Vesuvius in Italy, 1794

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The mountain had been remarkably quiet for/ seven months before the late eruption,...


Title_of_Work:
An account of a dreadful hurricane, &c. Hurricane in Jamaica, October,1780

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THE most formidable enemy the sugar cane/ has to encounter,...


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IN addition to the forementioned calamity, the/ inhabitants of the island of Jamaica,...


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TOrnado. The following interesting account of/ this awful p[h]aenomenon,...


Title_of_Work:
Melancholy consequences of two sea storms, &c. An account of a Portuguese snow, on her passge from Goa to Madras-in the year 1782, related by one of the sufferers

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IT was now the eightenth of May when we, sailed from Goa.


Title_of_Work:
Narrative of the loss of the Halsewell, East-Indiaman, on the coast of Dorsestshire[sic], January 1786

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THE Halsewell East-Indiamen, of 758 tons bur-/then, commanded by Richard Pierce Esq;


Title_of_Work:
An account of some imaginary apparitions

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(An imaginary apparition, the effect of fear. From the secrets of the invisible world laid open.) A Sober gentleman, who must not/ wear a name in our story,...


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(The pyramids of Egypt.) THE variuos travellers who have visited these/ wonderful remains of antiquity assert,...


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THE captain of a West Indiaman wished to buy/ a horse.


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(Horrible adventure) At the period when Murat was about to in-/vade Sicily, the Chevalier R-,...


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(Hunting the ostrich) BESIDES the value of their plumage, some of/ the savage nations of Africa hunt them also for/ their flesh,...

Work_Notes:
23 pages of short passages and anecdotes


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HEATON Colliery lies a mile and a-half east/ of Newcastle-upon-Tyne,...


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There is no subject which the common/ sense of mankind has gone farther wrong than/ that of WAR:


Title_of_Work:
Dreadful accident, Sunday, 15th June. 1828

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Since the fatal accident which took place in the/ New Church, Kilmarnock, about five and twen-/ty years ago,...


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THE valley of Regham, in Iceland, is richly/ cultivated and watered by a fertile stream;...


Title_of_Work:
General state of London and its suburbs, during the plague

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LONDON might well be said to be all in tears;/ the mouners did not go about the streets indeed,...


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EXTRACT of a letter from an English artist/ now on the Continent:-...


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"I had already seen some of the most celebra-/ted works of nature in different parts of the globe;...


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DURING my residence at a small town on the coast/ last autumn


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BRITAIN, doubtless, holds a high and distin-/guished palce among the nations,...


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(--- Your bounty is beyond my speaking:/ But tho' my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you:... ROWE.) Sir,/ THOUGH I can scarcely hope that my/ mean & unadorned essay can be wor-/thy a place in your paper,...

Work_Notes:
20-page prose narrative in the form of two letters


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(Part I. O think you are a father: soft indulgence... DRYDEN.) Unskilled in the ways of writing,/ I am unable to polish what I pen;...


Title_of_Work:
An account of the manner which slaves are sold in the plantations

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WHEN the ships arrive in the West-/Indies, these slaves are disposed of/ by different methods.


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(AH, think how desolate his fate,... HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.) AN ACCOUNT of a voyage to AFRICA, to/ TRADE for SLAVES/ Proceedings during the voyage./ On the arrival of the ships at Bonny, and New Calabar,...


Title_of_Work:
Treatment of Negro slaves before they reach the West Indies

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As soon as the Africans, purchased at/ the fairs,...


Title_of_Work:
A poetical translation of the previous tale


Title_of_Work:
A singular instance of generosity in a man, who had bought a slave. A tale from the French

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A Young man named Bekir, immense-/ly rich,...


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(The thoughtless libertines who nightly rove...) THE libertine, while he is spreading mi-/sery in families by giving a loose to/ his licentiousness,...


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(All youth, set right at first, with ease go on,...) THE point of life at which you are now arrived, is a very interesting one;...


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(Make the extended skies your tomb :...) O! That they were wise! Said the inspired/ penman.


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(I pass, with melancholy state.... Parnel.) YONDER white stone, emblem of the/ innocence it covers,...


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AS Mrs. Andrews was one day taking/ her daily walk in search of objects of/ charity,...


Title_of_Work:
Tale II. The dutiful daughter & grand-daughter

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AFTER Mrs. Andrews left Hannah Jenkinson,...


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WHEN Mr. Andrews first came to live/ in the village where his estate was,...


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THE door of the cottage stood open, and as Mrs. Andrews was entering she/ beheld a very neat, decent looking young/ woman...


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(The drunkard wastes his Wealth and Health,...) Mrs. Andrews one day asked the wife/ of Timothy Sparks whether her hus-/band was addicted to drinking when she/ married him?


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(When wint'ry clouds obscure the skys...) THE Antelope packet was fitted out by/ the Court of Directors of the East India/ Company,...


Title_of_Work:
The effects of gratitude timeously applied.

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("she looks, methinks,...) CLAUDIAN and Curio were two young/ persons educated in the same house,...


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(Ah! little think the gay licentious proud,...) AS Benevolus was returning home from/ the Tavern late one night,...


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(A DEATH-BED'S a detector of the heart,...) THOMAS DAVISON, a poor brick-/layer, had the misfortune to bury his/ wife;...


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(He knows not joy who knows not this-...) IN the same village with Mrs. Wilden, liv-/ed Robert Hardy, a very honest laborious/ man;..


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(know then this truth, (enough for Man to know) VIRTUE alone is happiness below.) THE man to Jove his suit preferr'd


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(Yet, O my soul, thy ringing murmer stay,...) FAR in a wild, unknown to public view,


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(Cease then, nor Order imperfection name:...) DURING the violence of a storm, a/ traveller implored relief from Jupiter,


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(Delightful task! to rear the tender thought...) Affection to Parents./ AN amiable youth was lamenting, in/ terms of the sincerest grief,...


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(Parental affection. Consider, thou who art a parent,...) AS the vexations which parents receive/ from their children hasten the approach/ of age,...


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(Thus every object of Creation,...) The Miller, his son and the Ass. A Miller and his son, were driving their/ Ass to the market in order to sell him:...


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INDULGE not unseemly things in thy master's children,...


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Maxims for parents, to promote piety and virtue in children

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IT is absolutely necessary for husband and/ wife to act in perfect concert in the care,..


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IT is the indispensible duty of every child/ to obey the commands of his parents.


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ENDEAVOUR to be perfect in the/ calling you are engaged in,...


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The instructor. (What nothing earthly gives,...) Reflections and maxims

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WE should fix in our minds such a/ grateful remembrance of the bles-/sings we have received frim heaven,...


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(The History of PHILARETES...) ALTHOUGH man is born to bear, he/ in fact suffers more distress and misery...


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The art of fortune telling exposed or, The Delphic Oracle of the Old Bailey out of his reckoning for once

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(Heav'n from all creatures hides...) I Was lately prevailed upon by a female/ aquaintance,...


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(Soon as the Ev'ning Shades prevail,...) I Was Yesterday about Sun-iet[sic] walking/ in the open Fields...


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(O may I breathe no longer, than I breathe...) IF gratitude is due from man to man, how/ much more from man to his maker?


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(What are the Earth, the Sun, the Stars,...) IN your Paper of----------/ you had the occasion to consider the Ubi-/quity of the Godhead,...


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What man is , considered in himself, and the natural homage he owes his creator &c.

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(Man! know thysel.-------...) MAN considered in himself, is a very/ helpless and a very wretched Being.


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AT a town in the west of England a club of/ twenty-four people assembled once a week to/ drink punch,...


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THE following remarkable circumstance is ex-/tracted from the "Life and Diary of the Rev./ Ebenezer Erskine,"...


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Directions for laying out a small garden, of twenty falls of ground


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IN mild weather, sow early pease and beans, like-/wise radishes, cresses, and lettuces,...


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Scotland forever! For the Monthly scrap book

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WHEN Wallace, the peerless, betray'd by false traitors


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(There through the piny forset half absorpt,...THOMSON) THE annals of the North are filled with accounts/ of the most perilous and fatal conflicts with the/ Polar bear.


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WHEN the wise men of Gotham were call'd to decide,


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Liberty of the Press.- If the Liberty of the/ Press be, what we firmly believe it is,...


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AT every school in the South of Scotland, the/ boys and girls look forward...


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Sow more pease and beans for a succession; also ra-/dishes, lettuces, cresses parsley, &c.


Title_of_Work:
Hints respecting cholera: With directions which may be most safely followed when medical aid cannot be immediately obtained

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As it is easier to prevent than to cure this dangerous disease, the fol-/lowing cautions should be observed:...


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"Hollo! is any one there?" quoth a voice/ from within.


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(THE Panther, the name of which is chosen...) ELIZABETH TEMPLE and Louisa proceeded/ along the margin of the precipice,...


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The unfortunate loves of a cabbage and a cauliflower. A much admired recitation


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Irish Love of Fighting.- Some peasants/ belonging to opposite factions had met under/ peculiar circumstances;...


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MAKE small hot_beds for raising cucumbers and melon/ plants.


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What's in a name.- It appears that, while/ Manchester is now acknowledged to be amongst/ the greatest commercial towns in Britain,...


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AT Hamburgh may be found on of the few/ remaining shadows of the once formidable force,...


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In summer, 1828, the writer of the following pages/ traversed the greater part of Galloway,...


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Thermometer of politics! strange folio of news!


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"Tell me not so: I deem it unwise for the daugh-/ter of Sir Christopher Walshingham...


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THIS valley is in the island of Java ; and is par-/ticularly remarkable for its power...


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LIBERIA.- This new African colony, es-/tablished by the Pennsyvanian Colonization Society...


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ON the shore of the Smerwick harbour, one fine/ summer's morning,...


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THIS month requires the greaest exertions of any in/ the year with the gardener,...


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THIS infamous judge died in the Tower of Lon-/don, in 1689,...


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It is not thirty years since the barbarous practice of fight-/ing Cocks at Fasten's-even was, an annual entertain-/ment,...


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AN Aberdonian ship call'd the Endeavour,


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A dangerous companion.- Between the years/ 1750 and 1760,...

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2.5 pages of short stories and anecdotes


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THE same wave that overwhelms one man, of-/ten bears another triumphantly to the shore of/ safety.


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I chanced to rise very early one particular/ morning this summer,...


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THIS dignitary of the Romish church was assassi-/nated on the 28th of May, 1546.


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In no other country is the great and engrossing/ business of courtship conducted in so romantic...


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Sow cabbages, cauliflowers, and savoys, for a late crop,/ and transplant those formerly sown, when ready.


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The following method of making yeast for bread is easy/ and expeditious.


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OF all the feathered warriors assembled on this/ eventful day,...


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A few days ago we were present at a wedding of/ the servant of the English Consul,...


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As cookery is the most honourable, so it is the/ most ancient of sciences.


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Continue to plant cabbages, cauliflower, and savoys, for/ a late crop.


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THE Sabbath was provided and appointed by di-/vine wisdom-...


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MY residency in Carolina was so short, that I had/ not an opportunity of entering much into society in/ Charlestown,...


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Sheep-shearing, one of the greatest rural labours of/ this delightful month,...


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SOME youth's residing in a country town,


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A night's repose scarcely restored me to my/ wonted energy.


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THAT a man by merely measuring the moon's apparent distance from/ a star,...


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Plant more cauliflowers for autumn; and cabbages, savoys,/ brocoli, and leeks for winter.


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"For the want of a nail the shoe was lost," says/ Franklin,...


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AT Bartholomew Fair, Atkin's collection of Wild/ Beasts held a most conspicuous place.


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It is a general impression, that, to go under the/ falls,...


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ELEVATED on the Alps which separate Le Valais/ from piedmont...


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THE opinion of the people on subjects connected with natural history,...


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At this season the public roads are often infested/ by a set of vagrants,...


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A Good pennyworth.- An old highlandman, some years ago, called/ at the shop of Mr Black,...


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THE most eminent of the Scottish reformers was/ John Knox,...


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Bruce relates the Abyssinian mode of destroying/ the elephant from his own observation,...


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If any seeds were omitted to be sown last month, finish/ now.


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THERE was a Lammas festival, which prevailed/ in the Lothians from very early times...


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IN the year 1779, when the war with America/ was conducted with great spirit upon the continent,...


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Ventriloquism.- Mr Carmichael, the ventriloquist, when at Had-/dington,...


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Method of catching wild cattle in South America

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OUR host was a native Chilian, but of Spanish/ descent.


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DURING the American war of 1799, a British/ officer was sent with a flag from George town...


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THE SECEDERS are a numerous body of Scottish Presbyterians,...


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Bright now the shortening day, and blythe its close


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The Minister of Dalmailing, a tale of 1760

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THIS year was remarkable for three things in the/ Parish of Dalmailing.


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WHAT an inexhaustible subject is the deformity/ of vice and the loveliness of virtue!


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Prevention of cholera.- Cholera generally begins with disorder of/ the bowels,...


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In this and the three following months, dung, dig, and/ tranch all vacant ground,...


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DURING the same just and necessary war for all/ that was dear to us,...


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Reformed presbyterian church; or, Cameronians

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THIS body now assume the name of Old Presby-/terian Dissenters.


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THE members of the Relief Kirk are a species of/ Dissenters in Scotland,...


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THE extraordiary scent of the camel enables him/ to discover water at a great distance;...


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THE Methodist Society was first founded in 1729.


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THE month of October on account of its steady/ tempeature,...


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Results of Machinery.- In the seventeenth century, France began/ to manufacture into stuffs the raw cotton imported from India,...

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2.5 pages of anecdotes and short stories


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Finish planting gooseberries, currants, rasps, and flower-/ing shrubs:...


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HALLOW E'EN, or as it is styled in England, All/ Hallow Eve,...


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JOHN GLASS gave rise to Independency in Scot-/land, about 1728;...


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THIS day is commonly called Gunpowder treason, and has been kept as/ an anniversary on the 5th of November, from 1605,...


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IT is well for humanity, that acts of the blackest/ and most horrific nature,...


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MOST of Magnus Troil's guests were using their/ toothpick,...


Title_of_Work:
Acrostic. December, eighteen-hundred and thirty-two


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THE black Teas usually exported by Europeans/ from Canton are as follows,...


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In mild weather continue to sow pease and beans for a/ succession.


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As soon as the brightening glow of the eastern/ sky warms the anxious housemaid...


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It was in the year 1381, that the "damnable here-/tic, JOHN WYCKLIFF,...


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OSTRICHES are tamed with very little trouble;...


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THE ship Prosperity, from London, reached one/ of the West India islands in May, 1806


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The three boats destined for this perilous ser-/vice, now approached the dark mass,...


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Q. WHat are the principal parts of pray-/er : according to the patern given/ us in the Lords Prayer?

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14.5-page series of questions and andswers


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A view of the street./ Enter the Coalman and his son./ SON. Whistling Johnny Coupe, are you waking/ yet.


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Andrew with his sour-milk horse and barrels, coming to the Tron

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Coalman. HY, Andrew, will ye nae speak till/ poor folk man?


Title_of_Work:
Observations on the preceeding dialogue by J.B.

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THrough this book I have observed several things/ worthy of observation;...


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SCOTLAND be sad now and lament,/ thy children whom thou hast lost,

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24 4-line verses prophecy and 4 pages of prose narrative


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AMONGST several ancient records, this Bucky/ is not mentioned: there was a set called Buca-/neers, who were pirates, that is to say sea-robbers,...


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THIS Thomas Black, vulgarly called Lothian Tom/ because of that country, was born four miles/ from Edinburgh;...


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I believe the Pope of Rome, to be the right heir and/ true successor of Peter the Apostle,...


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Tom. OF all the opinions professed in Religion, tell me now Pady, of what profession art thou?


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Good Christian people, behold me a man, who/ has com'd through a world of wonders a hell full of/ hardships,...


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Tom. GOOd morrow, Sir this is a very cold day./ Teag. Arra, dear honey, yesternight was/ a very cold morning.


Title_of_Work:
The comical and witty jokes of John Falkirk

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AN old gentleman and his two sons, being in a company, his eldest son sitting next him spoke a word which highly displeased his father:


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A Certain clown, named Roger, loved the chimney corner so much better than/ a church pew,...


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Q. WHAT is the wisest behaviour of ignorant persons?


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Tom. OF all the opinions professed in religion, tell/ me now Pady,...


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GOOD, Christian people, behold me a man, who has com'd throw [sic] a world of wonders a hell full of hardships,


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AN old gentleman and his two sons/ being in a company,...


Title_of_Work:
John Falkirk's love letter to the fiddler's widow

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My lovely Bet, the beauty of old/ age,...


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Q. WHAT is the wisest behavi-/our of ignorant persons?


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An oration on the virtues of old women, &c.

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THE madness of this unmuzzled age has driven me to mountains of thoughts,...


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Of his birth and parentage, and what past between him and the country vicar./ IN the reign of King Arthur, near the Lands end of England,


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IN Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,/ Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes,/ She lived a licentious life/ And namely in venereal acts.

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22-page verse narrative including 8-line 'Conclusion'


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All you that's curious of courtship,/ give attention to this history...


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MR GEORGE BUCHANAN was a Scotsman born, and though of mean parentage, made great progress in learning.


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CHAP I./ How King Henry VIII. used to visit the watches in the city, and how he became acquainted with a merry jolly Cobler./ IT was the custom of KING HENRY VIII. late in/ the night, to walk the streets in disguise,...

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23-page prose narrative with 16-line song


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THERE was formerly, in a distant/ country, a King and Queen...


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COME, follow, follow me,/ Ye fairy elves that be,


Title_of_Work:
The story of Cinderilla; or, The little glass slipper

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ONCE there was a gentleman, who married for/ his second wife...


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EBOULI SINA, a sage dervise, who passed the/ night in the house of a poor woman,...


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ONCE upon a time there lived in a certain vil-/lage, a little girl,...


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THERE was a Princess, who having gone thro'/ several misfortunes,...


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CHAP I./ How King Henry VIII. used to visit the watche in the city, and how he became acquainted with a merry jolly Cobbler./ IT was the custom of KING HENRY VIII. late in/ the night, to walk the streets in disguise,...


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HIS Master said! I pray where have you run,


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Ye vicious youth a while I pray draw near,


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The prayer that he made himself in the field

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ALmighty and ever living God,who did suffer...


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WELL Maistris, san I'm come out o' Dundee, I/ coud get nathing to gi' the horse drass in,...


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AN Irishman being asked, whether he or his brother were oldest?


Title_of_Work:
The merry tales of the wise men of Gotham

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TALE I./ THERE were two men of Gotham and one of them was going to Nottingham market to buy sheep, and they both met together on Nottingham bridge.


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A dialogue, between a generous mechanick and his old stingy wife

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HEY day! what's here to do? the cupboard/ door...

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5-page dialogue with 1 page of moral reflexions


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ONE evening in the month of Sep-/tember, 1761, a girl nine or ten/ years old being pressed, as it would/ seem, by thirst,...


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Of the interpretation of dreams. As they relate to good or bad fortune


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A mole on the forehehad [sic] of a man or woman,...


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The new and well experienced fortune book

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YOUNG men and maids, who fain would know,


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MADAM, understanding you are a single woman,...


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Good People,/ THOUGH by the rigour of the/ law you are forbid to give me/ any relief,...


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MRS. Jane Shore was the daugh-/ter of Mr Thomas Wainstead,/ a citizen of good repute, who lived in/ Cheapside, by trade a mercer.


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I. Advice to all bachelors, maids, widowers, widows, &c./ LOVE is a mixture of pleasure and pain,...


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Description of the battle of Waterloo, by an officer present

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As we stood on our commanding spot, the first/ thought was most naturally of numbers...


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Duke of Wellington's dispatch to Earl Bathurst

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Waterloo, June 19th, 1815/ My Lord,/ BUONAPARTE having collected the 1st, 2d, 3d,/ 4th and 6th oorps [sic] of the French army,...


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SOME of the families of the first respectability,...


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IN the course of the Monday, the news of the defeat of the French arrived;


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Beyond the citadel is the Corderie, a building/ constructed by Buonaparte,...


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YOU young men and maidens that live in this/ town.


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IN Gosport of late a young Damsel did dwell,/ for wit and beauty did many excel:/ A young man did court her for to be his dear,/ And he by his trade was a Ship Carpenter.


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LOVERS I pray lend an ear to this story,


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YOU pretry [sic] maids and bachelors sweet


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PART I./ BEHOLD here's a ditty the truth and no jest,/ Concerning a young gentleman liv'd in the east,/ Who by his great gaming came to poverty,/ And afterward went many voyages to sea


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UPON the sixteenth hundredth year,/ of God, and fifty-three/ Frae Christ was born that bought us dear/ as writings testifie.


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ONE evening as I ramled,/ two miles below Primry,


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Andrew Lammie  AT Mill o' Tiftie liv'd a man,/ in the neighbourhood of Fyvie,/ He had a lovely daughter fair/ Was cal'd bonny Annie


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I Have been in love, and in debt, and in drink,


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Part. I./ In famous York city, a farmer did dwell,


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It was on a Monday morning with my heart full of woe.


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HERE I am poor Jack,/ Lately come from sea.


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OUR gudewife's awa to Fife,/ For to buy a coal riddle


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AS Miss Betsy one day in the garden was walking,


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WHEN our ancient forefathers agreed with the laird,


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WILLIE'S rare and Willie's fair,/ And Willie's wond'rous bonny;


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ERE around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon/ mill,/ The fond ivy had dar'd to entwine;


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IN Gosport of late a young damsel did dwe[ ]l,l [sic],/ For wit and for beauty did many excel;


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PART I/ COme all ye young lovers in Scotland draw near,/ Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear,


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GOD prosper long our noble King,/ our lives and safties all,/ A woeful hunting once their did/ in Chievy-chace befal.


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When first I came to be a man,/ Of twenty years or so,/ I thought myself a handsome youth,/ and fain the world would know.


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I'VE heard the lilling [sic], at our ewes milking,/ Lasses a' lilting before the break of day,


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ALL you that delights in a frolicksome song


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IN THREE PARTS./ A Seaman of Plymouth, sweet William by name,/ A wo[ ]oing to beautiful Susan he came,


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LOUDEN's bonny woods and braes,/ I maun leave them a' lassie,


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WHEN my money was all gone I gain'd at the/(wars,


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IT's being on my rambles one summer's morning


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SHE was courted by many, but still she said nay,


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IN London was young Beichan born,/ and foreign nations he long'd to see,


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LET all lovers which around me doth stand,/ Be pleas'd to give ear to these lines I have penn'd,


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A Lawyer quite famous for making a bill,


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GILL MORRICE was an earl's son/ his name it waxed wide,


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ANCE mair I hail thee, thou gloomy Decem-/ber.


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YOU that delight in merriment,/ come listen to my song,/ 'Tis very new and certain true,/ you will not tarry long/ Before you laugh your belly full,/ then be pleas'd to stay,


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SHould Bonney come hither some Englishmen swear.


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IN Gosport of late a young Damsel did dwell,/ for wit and for beauty did many excel:/ A young man did court her for to be his dear,/ And he by his trade was a Ship Carpenter.


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Should auld acquaintance be forgot/ And never brought to mind?


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WHY, fair maid, in every feature,/ are such signs of fear express'd?


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'TWAS at th hour, when night retreating,


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The Duke of Gordon had three daughters,/ Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean,/ And they would not stay at bonny Castle Gordon,/ But they went away to bonny Aberdeen.


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SWEET Lass, I approve o' your plan,/ I think that you'er wife for to kint [sic],/ An' buckle yoursel' to a man,


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ONE ev'ning as I walked, down by the rocks of Moile,


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COMING through the Craigs o' Kyle,/ Amang the bonny blooming heather,/ There I met a bonny lass/ Keeping a' her ewes the gither.


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A Farmer's son so sweet,/ Was feeding of his sheep,


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CAULD blaws the win' frae north to south,/ And drift is driving sairly;/ The sheep are couring in the heugh,/ O sirs! it's winter fairly:


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ONCE I lov'd a lady fair,/ She was a beauty I do declare,/ She was the flower of the North country,/ The bonny lass of Benochie.


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From the white blossom'd sloe, my dear/ Chloe requested,/ A sprig her fair breast to adorn;


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A new song,/ On the wanton girls and wanton wives of Hull


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WILL you go to the Highlands, my jewel with me


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YOU tender parents all both far and near,


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PARDON now the bold outlaw,/ Rob Roy Macgregor, O!


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AS down in Sall's gardens/ where me and my true love did meet,


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TWAS on the banks of Claudy I heard a maid com-/plain,


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ONE mild summer morning all nature look'd gay,/ I saw my dearest Jamie at tedding the hay,


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PARISH Bellman here am I,/ So listen to my cry


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YOUNG virgins fair of beauty bright,/ and you that are of Cupid's fold,/ Unto my tragedy draw near,/ for it's as true as e'er was told.


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LEAVE off your tittle tattle,/ And I'll tell you of a battle,/ Where claymore and targe did rattle,/ As Rosline on the Lee.


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JULY the first in Old Bridge town,/ there ought to be a patern,/ As it's recorded in each church book,/ throughout all the nation.


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MY friends all declare that my time is mispent


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OH Jamie, dear Jamie, why do you grieve me?


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A Huge Owl from the caverns of Falkland's/ fam'd Lomond,


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ONE mild summer morning all nature look'd gay,/ I saw my dearest Jamie at tedding the hay.


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QUEEN Jean was in labour for [si]x weeks and/ more,


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THE echoing horn calls the sportsmen abroad,


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The happy lovers. or, Jamie and Allie's farewel

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FAREWELL to Balbirnie, farewell to my Allie,


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Part I./ In famous York city, a farmer did dwell,


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HEre is a penny worth of wit:/ for those that ever went astray;


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OF all the Scottish northern chiefs,/ of high and warlike name,/ The bravest was sir James the Ross,/ a knight of meikle fame;


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BLYTHE was the time when he feed wi' my father O


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UPON the sixtetnth [sic] hundred year/ of God, and fifty-three/ Frae Christ was born that bought us dear/ as writings testifie,


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PART I./ BEHOLD here's a ditty the truth and no jest,/ Concerning a young gentleman liv'd in the east,/ Who by his great gaming came to poverty,/ And afterwards went many voyages to sea.


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PART I./ BEHOLD here's a ditty the truth and no jest,/ Concerning a young gentleman that liv'd in the east,/ Who by his great gaming came to poverty,/ And afterwards went many voyages to sea.


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PART I./ ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,/ the streamers waving in the wind,/ When Black-Ey'd Susan came on board,/ Oh where shall I my true love find?


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PART I./ ALL in the Down the fleet was moor'd,/ The streamers waving in the wind,/ When Black ey'd Susan came on board,/ Oh! where shall I my true love find?

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John Anderson my Jo John I wonder what ye mean


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It was the other day I walked inthe [sic] park


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AT the brow of a hill a fair shepherd dwelt


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COME all you fair maids a warning take by me,


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It is of an honest butcher, that liv'd in Leeds town,/ He was a clever youth, and his name it was Jack Brown,


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IN April when primroses paius [sic] the sweet plain,/ And summer approaching rejoiceth the swain,


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YE banks & braes, & streams around/ the castle of Montgomery,/ Green be your woods & fair your flow'rs


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Begone dull care,/ I pr'ythee begone from me;


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SLOW broke the night and sweet breathed the morn,


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A New SONG./ COME all you gallant Gentlemen


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WHEN the rose bud of summer its/ beauty bestowing,


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THE Duke of Gordon had three daughters,/ Elizabeth, Margaret and Jean,


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WILL you go to the Highlands, my jewel, with me


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THERE is not a tailor in all London town,


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HER nainsel into Glasgow went,/ An erand [sic] there to see't,


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IN history we read of a Free-Mason King,/ The monarch of Israel, his praises we'll sing;


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IN Noisy Harbour called sweet Hill town,


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COme let us prepare, we brothers that are,


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ONE winter's night in am'rous mood,/ I went to my Sally,


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In Chatham town their liv'd a worthy mer-/hantman,


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O Shepherd the weather is misty and chang-/ing,/ Will you now show me over the hills to Tra-/quire?


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TWAS a wearifu' wark that befel in the dark,/ 'tween Donald and Maggy M'Craw, man;/ On the eve o' that day, when married were they,/ To prevent fat else might be a flaw, man;


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IN Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whisky,/ We manag'd to keep care and sorrow aloof,/ Our whirligigs revels made all the blue devils/ Creep out with the smoke thro' a hole in the roof.


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WHEN cold winter comes, with its keen chilling/ breeze/ And the leaves are all fallen from the trees,/ All Nature seems touch'd by the finger of death,


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THE hounds are all out and the morning does/ peep,/ Why now you sluggerly sot, can you lie snoring/ a sleep,


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THEIR grovs of sweet myrtle let foereign [sic]/ lands reckon,


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AS a bucksome young spark from London came/ down,


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LOVERS, to love I would have you forebear,


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OLD England may boast of Saint George and the/ dragon,


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COME all you valiant heroes and listen unto me,


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MY boys would you know how our/ ship got her name?


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A Landlady in France lov'd an officer/ 'tis said


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AS Miss Betsy one day in the arbour/ was walking,


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WHO has e'er been in London that overgrown place,


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MY father brought me up tenderly, good/ learning gave to me


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RISE up, rise up Lord Douglas, she says,


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WHen the sheep are in the fauld and the ky/ at hame,/ And all the warld to sleep are gane,


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IN History we read of a Free Mason King,/ The Monarch of Israel his praises we'll sing;


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COME listen a while and I'll sing you a song,


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LET Masons be merry each night when they meet,


Title_of_Work:
A dandy described; or a peep at fashionable life

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I'ss [sic] a poor simple clown, and just came to town,


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SLOW broke the light and sweet breathed the morn,


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COME all ye valiant sailors bold,/ that live by tuck of drum,/ I'll tell you of a robber,/ who on the seas is come;


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DID you never of a loyal Scot,/ who ne'er was concern'd in any plot,


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LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,/ The snaws the mountains cover,/ Like winter on me seizes,/ Since my young highland Rover/ Far wanders nations over.


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NOW ponder well ye parents dear,/ the words that I shall write,/ A doleful story you shall hear,/ was lately brought to light.


Title_of_Work:
Captain Glen's unhappy voyage to New Barbary


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You Frenchmen don't talk of your fighting,


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Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean,/ Where heartsome with the I've mony day been


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OH! the moment was sad when me and my love/ (parted,/ Savournna deligh, shighan oh!


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THE Chevalier being void of fear,/ did march up Brisley brae man;/ And through Tranent e'er he did stent/ as fast as he cou'd gae, man


Title_of_Work:
The Duke of Argyll's courtship to an English lady


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NOW simmer decks the fields with flowers


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ONE Evening as I walked down by the rocks of Molle, I having all things ready just going to see a/ (friend,


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YOUNG Donald is the blithest lad,/ That e'er made love to me;/ When he is by my heart is glad,/ He aye so blithe and free:


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WHAT'S this dull town to me,/ Robin's not near,


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ROY'S wife of Aldivalloch/ Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Wat ye how she cheated me/ As I came owre the braes o' Balloch.


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As I went out for my recreation,/ I heard a fair maid making sad lamentation,


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ONE evening most clear as I walked a long,


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ONCE I lov'd a lady fair,/ She was a beauty I declare


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SEE Daphne see Florella cry'd,/ And learn the sad effects of pride:


Title_of_Work:
The sorrowful lamentation of Thomas Smith and George Stevenson...January 1807


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YOU beautiful ladies great and small,/ Give ear unto me one and all,


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O David I'll you a terret [sic] if you will keep it close/ in you [sic] breast,


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FROM great Londonderry to London so merry,


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'TWAS at the hour, when night retreating,


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FY let us a' to the T---,/ For mony braw lasses gang there;


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THE uews [sic] I hear does cheer my heart,


Title_of_Work:
The Frenchman's dream, or, Bony's answer to John Bull's Carl

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6 verses of varying lengths and 4-line chorus


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As I came down by the duke of Atholl's gate,


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IT was on a fine summer's morning,/ as birds sweetly sung on each bough,/ I heard a fair maid sweetly singing,/ as she sat milking her cow.


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COPE sent a letter frae Dumbar,/ Saying CHARLIE meet me if ye dare,/ And I'll learn you the art of war,


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Fy let us a' to the Bridal,/ For there will be lilting there,/ For Jockey's to be marry'd to Maggy,/ The lass wi' the gouden hair


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AE day a braw wooer cam up the lang glen/ And sair wi' his love he did deave me./ But I said there was nothing I hated like men


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THE moon had clim'd the highest hill,/ which rises o'er the source of Dee,/ And from the eastern summit shed,/ her silver light o'er tower and tree;


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Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Wat ye how she cheated me,/ As I cam owre the braes of Balloch.


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ONE morning in may, when fields were/ gay,


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WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut,/ An' Rob and Allan came to preet


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BLEAK was the morn when William left his/ Nancy,


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THY cheeks is o' the roses hew,/ My only Joe and deary, O,


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NEAR the jaws of prison, in whose dismal gloom,/ disease sat by penury's side,/ And the culprit with horror broods over his doom,


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OH! think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy'd,/ was as happy as happy could be,/ But pleasure is fled! even hope is destroy'd,/ a captive alas! on the sea,


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WHEN the sons of North Britain were in use to/ range,/ To see foreign countries and lands that are strange/ Among that great number was Donald Monro,/ Who to America Likewise did go.


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ASSIST me you lads, who have hearts void of guile,/ To sing in praise of old Ireland's isle,


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DOWN in Cupid's garden for pleasure I did walk,


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I THAT was once was a ploughman a sailor am now,/ No lark that aloft in the sky,/ Ever flutter'd his wings to give speed to the plough,/ Was so gay and so careless as I.


Title_of_Work:
Down with the French, or let them come if they dare

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WE are threatened, by Frenchman, but what do/ we care


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SINCE shokeepers [sic] now are the stile,/ We'll laugh at proud Buona's inten-/(tion,/ He promis'd to visit our isle,/ But frighten'd to leave his convention.


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IT was my cruel parents that did me first trepan,


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AS I walked up the street,/ it was upon a Monday's eve


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Come all you brisk maidens, who husbands do/ lack


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THERE was an auld wife an a wee pickle tow


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My Harry was a gallant gay,/ Fu' stately strode he on the plain;/ But now he's banish'd far away,/ I'll never see him back again.


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THERE was a lass, and she was fair,/ At kirk or market to be seen,


Title_of_Work:
The Life Of Prince Charles Stuart Commonly Called The Pretender


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IT is to be observed, that the Scripture makes mention


Title_of_Work:
Miserable and Awful End of the Traitor Judas

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NOW JUDAS, the Traitor, had no sooner seen

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1-paragraph prose narrative & 4-line verse


Title_of_Work:
Untitled ( The Life and Death of Judas Iscariot, Or The Lost and Undone Son of Perdition

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On the Evening after our Lord's resurrection he


Title_of_Work:
Ascension Of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ

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TOUCHING the wonderful ascension of our Lord


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In Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,/ Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes/ She lived a licentious life,/ And namely in venereal acts/ But death did come for all her cracks;


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IN the harvest of 1798, a stranger applied to Mr. S--- for employment; he was an uncommonly able young man,...


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THE following pages are intended to suggest safe and

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22-page prose directions divided into sections alphabetically by ailment


Title_of_Work:
The Life and Prophecies of Alexander Peden

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THAT most excellent minister of the gospel, and


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2 8-line verses; 'Air-"Merrily danc'd the Quaker's wife."  Key-note G.'


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LET them boast of their maids on Italia's fair strand

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5 4-line verses & 1st verse used as chorus; 'Music by W. H. Lithgow.'


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3 8-line verses; 'Music by T. COOK.  Air-"Whistle o'er the lave o't."  Key-note F.'


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MAY blessings yet fa' on the widow sae young

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4 4-line verses; 'Music by G. F. Graham.'


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8 4-line verses & 4-line chorus; 'Very old.  Key-note D.'


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7 4-line verses & 4-line chorus;  'Air-"Invercauld's Reel."  Key-note G.'


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ARGYLE is my name, and you may think it strange


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6 8-line verses; 'Air-"Willie was a wanton wag."  Key-note B flat.'


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TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o'  the Yarrow

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2 8-line verses; 'Air-"Bonnie Dundee."  Key-note E minor.'


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5 4-line verses & 4-line chorus; 'Key-note C minor.'


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NEAR Perth, as I wander'd the meadows among

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2 6-line verses & 2-line chorus to 1st verse; 'Key-note B flat


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SOME rail against drinking, and say 'tis a sin


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2 8-line verses; 'Tune-"Naebody."  Key-note D minor.'


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1 6-line verse & 3 8-line verses; 'Words and Air very old.  Key-note D minor.'


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MY heart is a breaking, dear tittie, Some counsel unto me come len'


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5 4-line verses & 4-line chorus; 'Air-"Willie was a wanton wag."'


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2 13-line verses & 7-line chorus; 'Music by Nathaniel Gow.'


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3 8-line verses; 'Air-"The Collier's bonnie lassie."'


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How early I woo'd thee-how dearly I lo'ed thee-

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2 8-line veres; 'Air-"Humours of Glen."'


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6 12-line verses; '"The reel o' Tullochgorum."  Key-note D.'


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DUNCAN CAMPBELL came from the Highlands, when


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THESE Inscriptions are arranged, in this Publication

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12-page prose narrative; introductory description reads ' A Guide to Inscriptions sculptured on Tombstones, &c. before the year 1710, in the parishes of Paisley.'


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27 8-line verses starting at verse LXXII


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A GENTLEMAN complaining to his bootmaker that a pair


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O ! My lassie, our joy to complete again


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An Irishman angling one day in the Liffy


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There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet


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IT was near the close of an afternoon in the early part of


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IN a solitary cave near the banks of Killarney, there lived


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A POOR man had three sons who was under the necessity of


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THERE was a time when a great many people had to leave


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A POOR man in the north of Ireland was under the necessity


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IN the province of Ulster, about fifty years ago, there lived


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MAC TURKHILL, who from his earliest days was initiated


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THIS woman was a native of the city of Cork.  Her father


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JAMES BUTLER was bred and born in Kilkenny, and in his


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JACK's father was a poor labourer in Athlone.  Poverty


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LIEUTENANT FLEMING was the youngest son of a respectable


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A PRIEST in the neighbourhood of Cork, fancying that the


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A TRAVELLER, fond of a joke-a corpulent, jolly-looking


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There's many lasses in this place,/That boast they're of a noble race,


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BLOW, blow ye bleak winds o'er the hill-


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O wha my baby-clouts will buy?/ Wha will tent me when I cry,


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IF I had a beau, for a soldier who'd go,/ Do you think I'd say no? No, no, not I;


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The broom, the brier, the birken bush,/ Bloom bonnie o'er thy flowery lea,


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How blest the maid whose bosom no headstrong passion/ knows!/ Her days in joy she passes, her nights in calm repose


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The broom, the brier, the birken bush,/ Bloom bonny o'er thy flowery lea,


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ALL hail ye dear romantic scenes!/ Where oft us eve stole oe'r the shy;


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YOUNG virgins all, I pray draw near,/A pretty story you shall hear,


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I SING the Maid of Lodi,/ Who sweetly sung to me;/ Whose brows were never cloudy,/ Nor e'er distent with glee:


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OVER the mountain and over the moor,/ Hungry and barefoot, I wander forlorn;


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OF all the girls that are so smart,/ There's none like pretty Sally;/ She is the darliing of my heart,/ And she lives in our alley:


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WHEN Rosie was faithfu', how happy was I,/ Still gladsome as summer the time glided by;/ I played my harp cheery, while fondly I sang,


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WHAT man from mistakes or frow [sic] blunders is free,/ From the monarch enthroned to poor Pat of Tralee?


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Recitative./ List to her notes of woe that float upon air,

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3 6-line verses with chorus and 7-line recitative to begin


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WHEN Rosie was faithfu', how happy was I,/ Still gladsome as summer the time glided by,/ I played my harp cheery, while fondly I sang


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AT the Baron of Mowbray's gate was seen,/ A page with a courser black,/ There came out a knight of noble mien./ And he leapt on the courser's back.


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I have plucked the sweetest flower,/ I have dreamed in Fancy's bower


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THE harvest is o'er, and the lads are so funny,/ Their hearts lined with love and their pockets with/ money;


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The woodland maid, my beauty's queen!/ In nature's simple charm array'd,


Title_of_Work:
Memoir Of The Late Rev. james Hall, D.D.

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The memoirs of departed saints are interesting to surviving


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ABUSE.  To dream you are insulted, is a sign that


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Their Signification either in Men or Women


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I FIND in this latter day the love of the Lord


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THERE once came, what of late happened so


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The rev. Mr. Thom of Govan, riding home from Paisley, on a particular occasion,...


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O sacred Truth, thy triumph ceased a-while


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Father.  Come, darling, take a little toddy

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5 4-line, 2 8-line verses & 2 12-line verses


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It was near the close of an afternoon in the early part of


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Secrets./  'MY dear Murphy,' said an Irishman to his friend, 'why did you betray the secret that I told you?

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22 pages of anecdotes, jokes, witty sayings, etc.


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AN old woman clothed in grey,/ had a daughter was charming and young,


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Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid,/ was sleeping sound and still O;


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The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit


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Under the Caliphat of WatNi-Billah, grand-son


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THIS denounced character was not altogether sound in judgement


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A FEW days ago, two old maidens that were walking along


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The following is a copy of an Anonymous Letter, sent from London, to the Editor of this work

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2-page prose letter & verse of 28-lines & verse of 14 lines


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SIR, I PERCEIVE you to be a very contemptible gentleman, as well as


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PERSONAL abuse shall never stain our pages, and we scorn to add


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YES, you are a pretty Preacher, Sir, we know it;


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A Laughable case which was displayed before the Justice of Peace Court


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AN old schoolmaster who usually heard his pupils once a week


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MR HARDWOOD had two daughters by his first wife, the eldest of


Title_of_Work:
Found Amongst Some Papers Of A Deceased Poet, Who Was Never In Existence

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There are several who wish to know my way of composing, and


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I NEVER considered poverty in the abject light that the world is


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He who a Goldfinch strives to make his wife


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PERSONAL neatness may almost be classed with the cardinal virtues.

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3-page prose narrative; 1 9-line verse; 2 4-line verses; 1 2-line verse & 1 footnote


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THE longer a woman remains single, the more apprehensive will


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A PERSIAN Physician, who has entirely devoted himself to the


Title_of_Work:
The Female Microcosm, To a Lady sho siad, Man is a Little World


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COULD Kate for Dick compose the gordian sting


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HOW long will I love if you grant me this favour?


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DICK's wife was sick, and past the Doctor's skill


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SOME men there are two wives would crave


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YE Heav'ns !  if innocence deserve your care


Title_of_Work:
Epistle To A Young Man Commencing Business As A Bookseller


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THE Celebrated preacher, Dr H., once met a Would be Wit, Mr


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WHEN reverse fortune overtakes the great


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ANE sair complainin' o' what he did thole


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A Lawyer's Apprentice requested of him to know what was the


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IN the county of Berwick there is an ancient castle, it was for many

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1 7-line paragraph & 1 4-line verse & footnote


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This day how many throw their work aside


Title_of_Work:
Observations On King Crispin's Day - The King Of The Cobblers


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Death at a Cobbler's door oft made a stand


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The qualities rare in a Bee that we meet


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A YOUNG girl between ten and twelve years of age, who attended


Title_of_Work:
On The Late King's Statue - On the top of Bloomsbury Spire

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The King of Great Britain was reckoned before


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A little gentleman going to a friend's house, found himself too


Title_of_Work:
The following account of the Rev. J. A. is extracted from an American Paper

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THIS gentleman never, perhaps, in the whole course of his life


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The word explains itself, without the muse


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A poor widow woman in the Candlemaker-Row, having had


Title_of_Work:
A Dialogue - Between harry who had a better Library than understanding, and


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Bear and forbear, thus preach the stoic sages


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Jack his own merit sees, this gives him pride


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May every poet long be bless'd with health


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Two cardinals found fault with Raphael for having in one of his


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DR JOHNSON happening to sit in a Coffee-Room where there


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A BASHFUL gentleman, who had for sometime admired a charming


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A few years ago a lady wrote on her bed-room window some


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A FEW days ago, a fellow observing a poor blind fiddler going


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On a Tomb in a parish church-yard, in Hertfordshire, are the following lines


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He who in age, betrothes a youthful bride


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MR EDITOR, If you will insert the following story in your


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If you transpose what Ladies wear, - Veil


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Given by a Young Lady to a Gentleman, who asked her what she


Title_of_Work:
The Same Riddle - Rendered in Metre, with the Answer


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The following is a copy of a will made by a Miser


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They who in life hoard up , and then bequeath


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The inhabitants of the wild hills of Tiviotdale are to this day

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113-line introduction; 14-line verse & footnote; 8-page prose narrative with 5 footnotes


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HEARKEN, my friends, to this curious tale


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He who takes pleasure in exposing his neighbour's faults


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Let us consider, that youth is of no long duration ; and


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Lord Thimble's Estate, in the West of England


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It is surprising to see with what dexterity and


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MR EDITOR, You may depend upon the following being a


Title_of_Work:
Epigram - On a Candle Maker who failed in Business


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A few days ago an honest old country man was


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Of the origin of this pageant, various accounts

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2-page prose narrative; 1 footnote; 4 9-line & 1 5-line verses


Title_of_Work:
Singular Custom - A singular custom on conferring the freedom of the Burgh of Selkirk

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There are four or five bristles, such as used


Title_of_Work:
The Contents Of A Sopber Young Man's Mind


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Although by Act of Parliament every Pawnbroker is obliged


Title_of_Work:
Caution In Buying Pawn Tickets, Especially From Strangers

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There are many who get themselves into a scrape, by


Title_of_Work:
It Has Long Been An Argument With Many Concerning Pawnbroking

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Some are of opinion that pawn broking should be done


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The three guilded balls that are suspended from the doors


Title_of_Work:
(Copy of a Letter to a Friend on the eve of commencing Business)

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SIR, It affords me the highest satisfaction to hear that

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29-line letter & subscription; 1-page postscript


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Pray take my advice if a fortune you'd get

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Prose & verse introduction to 17 numbered points of advice


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It is not such an easy matter in answering a shop to sell goods


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A few days before the end of the last year, (1827) a spaillicker


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Some time ago a Highlandman went into a shop to purchase


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6-line verse & 3-line reply printed on title page


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ON a Sabbath evening lately, about six o'clock, a young man, in


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DEAR SIR, I shall take it as a particular


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MR EDITOR, By giving a place in your Gleaner to the following observations


Title_of_Work:
Extract From A Manuscript Course Of Lectures On The Practice Of Medicine And Surgery - Love

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THIS, gentleman, is a disease to which mankind have been liable


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I am old as creation, yet ever in youth,-


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As Bayes (whose cup with poverty was dash'd)


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SOME time ago, a young man, walking in the Meadows with a


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MR EDITOR, WITH the greatest pleasure I have read


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IN the reign of King William III.  there resided at Ipswich a family


Title_of_Work:
[Untitled from 'The Holy Fair' & 'The Whistle - A Ballad']]

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1 4-line verse & 1 2-line verse; printed on title page


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Dear Sir, I will esteem it a very particular favour if you


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A drunken fellow carried his wife's bible to pawn, for a


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MR EDITOR, In reading a work published by you on pawnbroking, it put

Work_Notes:
10-line introduction letter introduction & 2-person dialogue


Title_of_Work:
Explanation Of The Barbers Pole And Bason

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In ancient times, the Barbers practised Surgery as well as


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The practice of marrying by a ring for the female, was


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How cheerless and lonely is he that has only


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Two Sheriff Officers went to execute a warrant against a


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Pere Ambrose, a pious and learned capuchin, has by nature


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Some time ago, three gentlemen were dining in a Tavern


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A few years ago, a young man went travelling the country


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Every body knows that Smith is a very common name, but


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Nothing is more ridiculous than a person to boast of his abilities


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A man who entertains a high opinion of himself, is naturally


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In nature's search we to the cause advance


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Sent by a Shoemaker in Stirling to one of his employers


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The following is a description of a sign board to a public


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It is really most astonishing to observe the ignorance of a


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Once on a time, a beggar stayed so long in a cook's shop


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A Tory is a lover of monarchy, without abandoning liberty


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A few days ago, as a Scotchman and Irishman were


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"I wish Tom, you would take a wife," said a Father who


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A Gentleman speaking of those who marry pretty wives


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TANG.- The Temple of Folly would soon be without its votaries


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It is better to hear the rebukes of the wise, than to hear the song of fools; for,

Work_Notes:
2-line proverb; printed on the title page


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In the following pages will be found a very amusing account of the


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MR EDITOR, THE enclosed is a very curious story of a Country Clown, which


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It's very man's duty to make himself profitable to mankind ; if


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SIR, I am a country youth recently arrived in this metropolis, or


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Pride hides a man's faults from himself, and magnifies them to


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When an awkward fellow first comes into a room, he attempts to


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Shortley after I was at a supper-party where therewas to be


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It is well known to some, even to their experience and loss, that


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SOME time ago, two lads quarreling about their sweethearts


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Dialogue between an Old Maiden & Bachelor

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Madam. Since I've fallen in love with you


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A Dialogue between a Bachelor and an Old Maiden

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Bachelor.  Good evening, Madam, this night how do you do?


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Consolation To Old Maidens.  Leap Year.  The following is extracted from an old volume printed in the year 1606, entitled Courtship, Love, and Matrimony

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ALBEIT, it is now become a part of the Common-Law, in regard to


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Nothing is so apt to inflame passion as hopes and fears : a young


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Nay, do not wry your mouths at me, sweet Ladies-it may be


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A Father consulted Themistocles to which of two lovers he should


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He will probably find a good wife who seeks nothing else


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Matrimony being the happiest state, wanted, to suit the Advertiser


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A few years ago, a Bachelor of 95 paid his address to a Lady of


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The chief canon of a certain description of persons is, that all


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MR EDITOR,- If you will insert in your publication the following


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Married Couples in large Societies, or in Public


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IT is probable that the original design and


Title_of_Work:
Directions To Teachers (In Teaching Beginners the Alphabet.)

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IN order to prevent the Learner from raiming


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Although it is reasonable as well as natural


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26 letters of the alphabet; footnote; 8 rows of 5 1-or 2-letter words


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Cause the Pupil read the pages downwards ;

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4-line prose introduction to list (incomplete) of 275 3-, 4-, 5-, 6- & 7-letter words


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Alphabet in upper case letters; 28 upper case letters of the alphabet in random order; 20 individual words


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Directions To Children To Learn To Read Well


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9-pages of individual words and sentences


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NUMERATION is the Art of Reading and Writing any Number

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Numeric tables printed on the inside of the front and back covers


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Multiplication tables for the numbers 2 to 12 - 1 printed per page


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" The following is a brief account of some part


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A Short Historical Account Of The Life Of Mary M'Kinnon Who Was Executed At Edinburgh, On the 16th April, 1823, For The Murder Of William Howat, Writer, There

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Historical Account, &c.  In writing the Life of an individual, two

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1-paragraph prose introduction; 3 footnotes; 12.75-page prose narrative


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26-line verse; 1-paragraph prose & footnote


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Beware, young man, beware of the allurement

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5.25-page prose narrative; 11-line verse; footnote


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My Lord, for your patient attention I sue

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6 4-line verses printed at right-angles across pp.32-33


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A melancholy account of a Female Prostitute

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1-paragraph prose introduction; 3.25-page letter; footnote


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The following have been sent us as part of an authentic

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1-paragraph prose introduction; 5 4-line verses


Title_of_Work:
The Sentence of Death, Passed By Justice Parke, On Thurtell And Hunt

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" Truly the way of transgressors is hard ;


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Copy of a Letter sent by Wm. Bird, (a criminal, whilst under sentence of death for Forgery,) to his Father and Mother.


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My dear wife, In a few hours I shall change this


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A Warning to all passionate People, Or, Lamentations Of Mary M'Kinnon.

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111-line verse; 1-page prose entreaty; 10-line verse; 12-lines text


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(From Hebrews Xii. 1 and 2.)  Ye youths, who run the heav'nly race


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So teach us to number our days, that we may


Title_of_Work:
The Ten Commandments, Rendered In Metre.


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" Hear Instruction, and Be Wise, And Refuse It Not.


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GREAT GOD! Whose wond'rous works declare,


Title_of_Work:
[Untitled Advertisement for forthcoming works]


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[The following Poem, will by many readers, be

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15-line prose introduction; 4-line verse quotation from Goldsmith; 19 footnotes; 28 9-line verses


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First Of April, Hunt the Gowk ! Or All Fools' Day

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It has been a custom in Town and Country, for many

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5-line prose introduction; 20-line verse


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8-line verse; taken from 'Tam O Shanter'; printed on front page


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- 23d, 10th Month, 1825.  I am happy to hear that you are coming so


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On the fourth day of the second month, I, to my


Title_of_Work:
Intimation From Tony Jary solus, The Miser


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In this lottery of life should dame Fortune beguile

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16-line verse; printed on verso of frontispiece


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I'll live no more single, I must have a wife


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Some by their bad tempers can never let themselves be happy


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A woman should not marry until she has spun herself


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I have no doubt but this small book will appear insignificantly

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10-line prose paragraph; 2 6-line verses; 2-line maxim


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THERE was a time when females of rank and affluence were

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2-paragraph prose introduction ;  4-line verse


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Dear Frien's, I've taken into my hand my pen


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To day man's drest in gld and silver bright


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This is the best town that we can live in


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A Christian should be far from being proud or vain


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Ye virgins ! As these lines you kindly take


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Weather mutton is the most nourishing of meat


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I wonder says a woman of humor, why my husband


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Economy How To Make A Leg Of Mutton Last A Week


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Pride and vanity are blameable in all, but in the


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A Good Wife should be like three things, and


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Sometime since, two young ladies fell in company


Title_of_Work:
The Industrious Mother And Her Disobedient Children


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Mr Thomas Watkins had two daughters, Miss


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I.  That she should never get drunk, either at home


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Ae night when laddies quat their daffing


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It is better to dwell in a wilderness, than with an


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A Batchlor's life of all lives is the best


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I have often wondered how our forefathers amused


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Q.  What are the general causes of the diseases in


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The following explanation will be necessary to


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The Undertakers of this great town are often deservedly


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A FOOTMAN  belonging to a Lady of fashion, having


Title_of_Work:
Wonderful Passage In The Life Of mansie Waugh, Tailor

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About this time there arose a great sough and


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A Tailor, though a man of upright dealing


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2 4-line verses; printed on frontispiece


Title_of_Work:
The Misery Of Those That Want Money And Are In Debt

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There is no wise man that will covet money for itself


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An Advice To Young Men Or The Simple Man The Beggar's Brother

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A tolerable figure, a good consitution, and good


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Directions How Persons May Supply Themselves With Money At All Times.

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First, Be very diligent and industrious in


Title_of_Work:
A Crack Between Twa Wives Gaun Down The Canongate

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Says one of the wives to the other, since this year


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Had both  and a   of which I had full store


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It is astonishing that there are so many mechanic


Title_of_Work:
A Dispute Between A Sailor And A Showman, About A Monkey ( That came to be decided before a court. )

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The Sailor declared the monkey to be his


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A father chiding his son for not leaving his


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A young couple, the lass named Peggy, and


Title_of_Work:
A Dialogue Between Blank Esq. And Willie

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ESQ…Come away, Willie ; I was just wishing


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BY my simplicity, and not keeping myself at


Title_of_Work:
A Dialogue On Two Boys That Played The Truent

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Master - Here comes now the school deserter


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Master - Wll PETER LEE, where have you been


Title_of_Work:
Caution To People Writing Their Signatures

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There are many foolish persons who make a practice


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I Willie Swindle, Intake, Edinburgh, having made


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A few days after, the said Ladies and Mr Dominee


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Tagging of verses, and writing of books, are become


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Those who read or hear my writings, will scarce


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Whoever attentively observed Boby's ways, must have concluded


Title_of_Work:
Copy of a letter from the Author to the Editor

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SIR, I am very much astonished that no person has attempted to


Title_of_Work:
An Address to the Author, from the Editor


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After the Editor had applied his blackining and polishing


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Robert Kirkwood was a well known character to the most


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One day Boby was sitting on one of the stairs of the fleshmarket


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Was owing to some malicious blackguards, who put him on a vicious Ass* in the Cowgate


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On a road-side, an Oaf was accosted, and very much teazed by


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JOHNY - Weel, willie, what is your opinion of this Apocrypha


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DEAR SIR, Having perused a Work Edited by you, entitled


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Our old Burgh Magistrates, though seldom the most learned of


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A Smoke Doctor was committed to the Police Office


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Once (says another, where I need not say,)

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12-line verse; 4-line prose; 8-line verse


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You crack my pate, then bid me take the Law


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The Lawyer's house, if I have rightly read


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Tribault, the fool of Francis I., was threatened with death by


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A certain youn man, that had devoted himself to a pious and


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When Augustus asked Virgil, How a state might be well governed ?


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THE subject of this Narrative, JAMES WILSON, was born in


Title_of_Work:
Elegiac Lines Written On The Tragical Murder Of Poor Daft Jamie


Title_of_Work:
Mrs. Wilson's Lamentation, On Hearing Of The Cruel Murder Of Her Son


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" JOIN with me, friends, whilst I bewail


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The Editor of this pamphlet, is glad to state, that a subscription


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Shortly will be published, by the same Editor, price One Shilling

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3-paragraph advert for 'an Authentic Narrative of the Life and Death of ROBERT KIRKWOOD…'


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No doubt Critics will be a little surprised that another Book


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Ah ! Dearest girl, with love for you I pine


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Then be an Old Bachelor, live by yourself


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Inspired by thee, dear Girl, I feel love's smart


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Sweet maid your charms have set my heart on fire


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Madam, Rickety old maid paint not nor patch


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If plough an' cart can please your heart


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Sir, Your silken threads have gain'd my love


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What a trouble and searching there's always to get


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Whate'er is your wish, believe it's not mine


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I love thee, dear youth, I really confess


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Like some bright Angel, Madam you appear


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Whatever may have been said by many writers


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7.  The easiest posture in swimming is floating, or


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8.  When you mean to turn while swimming in the


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9.  May be performed from the surface of the water


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10.  Is accomplished with the ordinary stroke, but

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0.75--page prose instructions nos. 10-11


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12.  Is only to turn yourself on the side you would


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He who wishes to learn to swim, should choose some part


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When seized with the cramp in any of your legs or arms, draw


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The incomparable beauties of this Ballad, and favourable

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13--line introductory prose paragraph; 16 8-line verses; footnotes


Title_of_Work:
The life of John MacPherson. A notorious robber

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IT could never be learned with certainty where John Macpherson was born; his parents were not so poor but they were able to leave him a pretty little income at their death.


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THE person we intend to treat upon in the following discourse, is one Sheffery Morgan, born in Derby, a place well known in Wales, his father being a man of no small account, kept two or three hogs,...


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SIR THOMAS LEARMONT, commonly called Thomas Rhymer, was born in the east corner of Fife, of a good family.


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GILDEROY was a bonny boy,/ had roses in his shoon,


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THERE was an auld wife had a wee pickle tow,


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YE people at home, who live easy,/ and free from the riots of war,


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MY dear and only love, I pray/ that noble world of thee,


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21 8-line verses and 1 4-line verse in two parts


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DOWN in yonder glen,/ there lives old Bessie Blench,

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7 8-line verses with Row-de, dow-de chorus


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ON a bonny day, when the heather was blooming,


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COME all you gallant Seamen,/ and listen unto me,


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IN my youth I became a great tramper,/ till love set my head in a creel


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ALL you that have seen me or heard of my name,/ Cannot but with pleasure approve of the same,


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Of his Birth and Parentage, and how he discoursed with a country Vicar, when he was but seven years old. / IN the reign of King Arthur, near the land's end of England, namely, the county of Cornwall, there lived a wealthy farmer who had one only son,


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Of his birth and parentage, and what past between him and the country vicar, &c. / IN the reign of King ARTHUR, near the Lands-end of England, namely the county of Cornwall, there lived a wealthy farmer, who had only one son,


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Of his Birth and Parentage, and how he discoursed with a country Vicar, when he was but seven years old. / IN the reign of King Arthur, near the land's end of England, namely, the country of Cornwall, there lived a wealthy farmer, who had only one son.


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'The good, for Virtue's sake, abhor to sin." - Creech/ At an age when the human mind is most susceptible of, and too often imbibes, a passion for voluptuous pleasure;


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CHAP. I./ Dr. Faustus's birth and education: with an account of his falling from the Scriptures./ DOCTOR JOHN FAUSTUS was born in Germany; his father was a poor labouring man, not able to bring up his son John:


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THERE was a Miller who had three sons, and when he died he divided what he possessed among them in the following manner:


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CHAP. I./ Of his Birth, Parentage, and Education./ IN the reign before William the conqueror, I have heard in ancient history that there dwelt a man in the parish of the Isle of Ely,...

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22-page prose narrative which includes a 1-page anecdote


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Come sit down my cronies and gie me your crack,/ Let the win' tak the care o' this life on it's back,


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Alas! my son, you little know,/ The sorrows that from wedlock flow,/ Farewel to ev'ry day of ease,/ When you've gotten a wife to please.


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O Shepherd the weather is misty and changing,/ Will you shew me over the hills hills [sic] to Traquire,


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WElcome, welcome, brother debtor,/ to this poor, but merry place,/ Where no bailiff, dun, nor fetter,/ dare to shew his frightful face:


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COUP sent a letter frae Dunbar,/ Charlie meet me an ye dare,/ And I'll learn you the art o' war,


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IN winter when the rain rain'd cauld,/ And frost and snaw on ilka hill,


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SWeet Annie frae the sea-beach came,/ where Jockey speel'd the vessel's side;


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Ask if yon damask rose be sweet,/ that scents the ambent [sic] air,/ Then ask each shepherd that you meet,/ If dear Susanna's fair


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IT fell upon a time that the proud king of France,/ Went a hunting for five months and more,/ His daughter fell in love wi' Lord Winsberry,/ Who from Scotland was newly come o'er.


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IT fell upon a time that the proud king of France,/ went a hunting for five months and more,/ His daughter fell in love with Lord Winsberry,/ who from Scotland was newly come o'er


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WHEN I was young and youth did bloom/ where fancy soar'd [sic] me I did rove;


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From thee Eliza I must go,/ And from my native shore;


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YE banks and braes of bonny Doon,/ how can ye bloom so fresh and fair?


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CEASE, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer,/ List, ye landmen, all to me;/ Messmates, hear a brother sailor,/ Sing the dangers of the sea:


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CEase, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer,/ list ye Land-men all to me:/ Mess-mates, hear a brother-sailor,/ sing the dangers of the sea,


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THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin/ The dew on his thin robe was heavy and/ chill;/ For his country he sigh'd when at night repairing/ To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill;


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FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,/ and from my native shore;/ The cruel fates between us throw/ A boundless oceans roar;


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Young Nelly the milk maid, right buxom & gay,/ Who ever delighted with Roger to play,/ One ev'ning of late went a dance for to take,/ She ask'd her dame leave for to go to the wake.


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GOOD Christian people pity me,/ And listen to my tragedy,/ My case is hard I do declare,/ My trouble's more than I can bear.


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I WINNA marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee,/ I winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee;/ I winna hae the dominie for guid he canna be,


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I WINNA marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee;/ I winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee;/ I winna hae the domniee [sic], guid he cannie be,


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SHEPHERDS I have lost my love,/ have you seen my Anna,/ Pride of every shady grove,/ Upon the banks of Banna.


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SWEET Poll of Plymouth was my dear,/ When forc'd from her for to go,/ Adown her cheeks ran many a tear,


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SWEET Poll Of Plymouth was my dear,/ When forc'd from her to go,/ A-down her cheeks ran many a tear,


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AMONGST several ancient records, this Bucky is not/ mentioned: there was a set called Buckaneers,/ who were pirates, that is to say sea robbers,...


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My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,/ Some counsel unto me come len';/ To anger them a' is a pity,/ But what will I do wi' Tam Glen;


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My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,/ Some counsel unto me come len';/ To anger them a' is a pity,-/ But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?


Title_of_Work:
Lyfe & deeth of Habbie Sympson, the famous piper of Kilbarchan, written by Robert Semple, of Belltress, in the year 1598.


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Joseph's First Dream./ In Canaan lived a man of great righteousness./ Whom the great God in love was pleas'd to bless

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15-page verse narrative with illustrations


Title_of_Work:
The history of wise Willy and witty Eppie

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IN the county of Fife, on the sea-cost, there stands a little town, inhabited by few but fishers, called Bucky-harbour, because of sea-buckies and shells to be found so plenty on the rocks about that place.


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IN the country of Fife, on the sea-cost, there stands a little town, inhabited by few but fishers, called Bucky-harbour, because of sea-buckies and shells to be found so plenty on the rocks about that place.


Title_of_Work:
Janet Clinker's oration on the virtues of old women and the pride of the young

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Q. The madness of this unmuzzled age has driven me to mountains of thoughts, and a continued meditation;


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An oration on the virtues of the old women, &c.

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THE madness of this unmuzzled age has driven me to mountains of thoughts, and a continual meditation;


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THIS Thomas Black, vulgarly called Lothian Tom, because he was of that country, was born about four miles from Edinburgh;...


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A Highland Drover passing through a certain twon [sic] noticed a Sign-board above an entry, with the following inscription:


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AS I came in by Achendown [sic],/ A little wee bit frae the town,/ Unto the Highlands I was bound,/ To view the Haughs of Crumdel.


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A memorable battle fought by the great Duke of Montrose and the clans, against Oliver Cromwell

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AS I came in by Achandown [sic],/ A little wi bit frae the town,/ Unto the Highlands I was bound,/ To view the Haughs of Crumdel.


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AS I came in by [A]uchendown,/ A little wee bit frae the town,/ Unto the Highlands I was bound,/ To view the Haughs of Crumdel.


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YE Fathers and Mothers, and Children also,/ Come draw near unto me and soon you shall know,/ The sense of my ditty, for I dare to say,/ The like han't been printed this many a day.


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PART I./ YE Fathers and Mothers and Children also,/ Come draw near unto me and soon you shall know,/ The sense of my ditty, for I dare to say,/ The like han't been printed this many a day.


Title_of_Work:
The history of Wise Willie and Witty Eppie, the ale-wife

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PART I./ AMONGST several ancient old records, this Bucky is not mentioned. There was a sect called Buccaneers, who were pirates, (that is to say Sea-robbers); but strict search being made for these sea-robbers, they were dispersed. -


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THE Empire of Russia is the largest in the/ whole globe,...


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The jolly sailor; or, The lady of Greenwich

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A Lady born of birth and fame,/ To Greenwich town for pleasure came,/ When she a sailor did behold,


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IT was on a fine summer's morning,/ as birds sweetly sung on each bow,/ I heard a fair maid sweetly singing,/ as she sat milking her cow.


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O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,/ They are twa bonny lasses;/ They bigged a bow'r on yon burn-brae,/ and thacked it o'er wi' rashes.


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YE fair possest of every charm,/ to captivate the will/ Whose smiles can rage itself disarm,/ whose frowns itself can kill:


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'TWas summer & softly the breezes were blowing,/ And sweetly the nightingale sung from the tree,/At the foot of a rock where the river was flowing,/ I sat myself down on the banks of the Dee:


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TWAS summer, and softly the breezes were/ blowing,/ And sweetly the nightingale sung from the tree,/[At t]he foot of a rock where the river was flowing,/ [I sat] myself down on the banks of the Dee:


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THy voice my dear jewel the winds have waft to me,/ Tho' now at great distance at this time we be,


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YE mortals, whom fancy and trouble perplex,/ Whom folly misguides and infirmities vex;


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The devil and the lawyer, or a hint to attorneys

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I'LL sing you a song, if you'll not think it long,


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A bonnie wee Rosebud grows down by yon burnie


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NOT far from town a country squire./ an open hearted blade,


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Oh, Ladies and Gen'l'men, how do you do?/ I've come here before you with one boot/ and one shoe-


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SMILE again, my bonnie lassie, lassie, smile again,/ Prithee, do not frown, sweet lassie, for it gives me pain.


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I'LL sing you an old song, that was made by an old pate,/ Of a worshipful old gentleman, who had an old estate;


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Go, youth belov'd to distant glades,/ New friends, new hopes, new joys to find;


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'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound!/ And the Knight looked down from the Paynim's


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TOM Careless was odd, as a genius some said,/ And his heart, to speak truth, was as odd as his/(head,


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YE'LL a' ha'e heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet,/ Ye'll a' ha'e heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet,/ 'Twas no for itsel', 'twas the head that was in it,


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Should he upbraid, I'll own that he'd prevail,/ And sing as sweetly as the nightingale;


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'Twas landlady Meg that made such rare slip,/ pull away, pull away hearties;


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MAXWELTON braes are bonnie,/ Where early fa's the dew,


Title_of_Work:
Claude Melnotte's description of Lake Como

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Nay, dearest, nay, if thou would'st have me paint


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WERT thou like me in life's low vale,/ With thee how blest that lot I'd share,


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Moll and her mistress or, O to be marry'd if this be the way!

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SAYS Moll to her mistress, I long to be marry'd,/ for there is great danger in too long delay,/ To see myself single my mind is uneasy,/ for marriage is pretty, I hear people say.


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WE loos'd from the Downs out of fair London/ (town/ and then we had pleasant fine weather,/ For two days or three we had a fine sea,


Title_of_Work:
The merchant's son, and the beggar-wench of Hull

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YOU gallants all, I pray draw near,/ And you a pleasant jest shall hear,/ How a poor beggar-wench of Hull,/ A merchant's son of York did gull.


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I knew by the smoke to [sic] so gracefully curl'd,/ Over yonder green elms that a cottage was near:,/ And I said if there's peace to be found in the/ world/ The heart that is humble might hope for it here.


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ON Richmond Hill there lives a lass,/ More bright than May-day morn,


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Lord Lovel he stood at his castle gate,/ Combing his milk white steed,


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The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea;/ The blue, the fresh, the ever free;


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I LUB to mad distraction my pretty Lucy Long;/ She'll make no wedding faction - no, nor listen to my song.


Title_of_Work:
Singular adventure of a British soldier, in a campaign in North America

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IN the year 1779, when the war with America was conducted with great spirit upon that continent,...


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Now winter wi' his cloudy brow,/ Is far ayont yon mountains,


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HARK! 'tis the poor maniac's song:/ She sits on yon wild craggy steep,


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DOWN the burn and through the mead,/ his golden locks wav'd o'er his brow,/ Johnny lilting, tun'd his reed,/ and Mary wip'd her bonny mou'.


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DOwn by yon shady grove,/ One day I chanc'd to rove,/ To pass some dull hours away;/ beneath a myrtle shade,/ I sp'd a lovely maid,


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DOWN by yon shady grove,/ One day I chanc'd to rove,/ To pass some dull hours away:/ Beneath a myrtle shade,/ I spy'd a lovely maid,


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THE roviug [sic] maids of Edinburgh,/ they are so brisk and airy,/ They make young men to laugh at them/ their heads so high they carry,


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THOU dark winding Carron, once pleasing to see,/ To me thou can'st never give pleasure again,


Title_of_Work:
Has she not dole enough that has an old man

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ALL young damsels both handsome and pretty,/ Come draw near unto me, sit down and sing,/ A song of miscarriage, concerning my marriage,/ And by daily dolor my hands I do wring.


Title_of_Work:
How to be married; or Weddings all over the world


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OH, Biddy, dear Biddy, I'm waiting for you:


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LET us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O/ Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, O


Title_of_Work:
A sellect [sic] collection of love toasts, and sentiments, &c.

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FRUGALITY without meanness./ May temptation never conquer virtue.


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Perhaps you all have heard of a yarn,/ Of a famous large sea snake,

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses with 'Tol, tol. &c.' chorus


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THERE lived, and may be living still,/ In one of the streets of the town,


Title_of_Work:
What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?

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WHAT can a young lassie,/ What shall a young lassie,/ What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?


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MY Mam is no more, and my Dad in his/ grave,/ Little orphans are sister and I, sadly poor!


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LET the proud Indian boast of his jessamine bowers,/ His pastures of perfume and rose-covered dells;


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When time brought me back to my father's again,


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Dear Kate, thy charms were like the rose

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DEAR Kate, thy charms were like the rose,/ Hid in a lonely dale,


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My Mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave,/ Little orphans are sister and I, sadly poor;


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YOUNG Donald is the blythest lad/ That e'er made love to me;/ Whene'er he's by, my heart is glad,/ He seems so gay and free.


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YOUNG Jamie lo'd me weel, and sought me for his bride,/ But saving a crown he had naething else beside;


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TO hug yourself in perfect ease,/ What would you wish for more than these?/ A healthy, clean, paternal seat,/ Well shaded from the summer heat.


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THERE was a little man,/ And he woo'd a little maid,/ And he said, little maid will you wed, wed, wed,


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I am a bachelor just in my prime,/ Who has a good mind to be married,/ It happened once on a Saturday's night,/ When late in the ale-house I tarried;


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I am a batchlor [sic] just in my prime,/ who had a good mind to get married,/ It happened once on a Saturday's night,/ when late in the ale-house I tarried;


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MY heart is sair with heavy care,/ To think on Friendship's fickle smile,


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My own blue bell, my pretty blue bell,/ I never will rove where roses dwell;


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THERE is not in the wide world, a valley so/ sweet/ As that vale in whose bosom the bright wa-/ters meet,/ Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must/ depart,/ Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from/ my heart!


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IN the days of my childhood I sported and play'd,/ among the young lasses aronnd [sic],/ I was fond then of laughing, my grandmother said,/ none merrier ever was found:


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O, I hae seen great anes, and sat in great ha's,/ 'Mang lords and 'mang ladies a' cover'd wi' braws;


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A belle and beau would walking go,/ In love they both were pining;


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WHEN I was at home, I was merry and frisky,/ My dad kept a pig and my mother sold whisky;


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THE mist from the mountains proclaim'd it was/ morn,/ And the sun chang'd the dew-drops to pearls on the thorn;/ The pipe and the tabor now sweetly did sound,


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When I was in my se'enteen year,/ I was baith blythe and bonnie, O;/ The lads lo'ed me baith far and near,/ But I lo'ed nane but Johnny O,


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In a box of the stone jug I was born,/ Of a hempin widow the kid forlorn,


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When in the storm on Albion's coast,/ The night-watch guards his wary post/ From thoughts of danger free;/ He marks some vessel's dusky form,/ And hears amid some howling storm,/ The minute gun at sea.


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As I was walking down de street,/ Down de street, down de street,/ A beauty gal I chanced to meet,/ Lubly as morning dew./ Buffalo gals can't you come out to-night,


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Cease thus to palpitate,/ Cease, silly flutterer, pray;


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Cease thus to palpitae,/ Cease, silly flutterer, pray;


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COME, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy!/ Take thy pail, and to labour away,/ Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy!

Work_Notes:
2 10-line verses (including repeated lines) and 1 8-line concluding verse


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Where, where is the gate that once served to divide


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ROBIN is my only jo,/ Robin has the art to lo'e;/ So to his suit I mean to bow,


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The dewy eve, the dewy eve,/ Oh! that's the hour for those that grieve;-


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Of all the arts the De'il did shew,/ His Master-piece I Pop'ry view;/ For being himself with Heaven at odds,/ He taught them first to eat their gods,

Work_Notes:
10 6-line verses with 'Fal al fa la' chorus


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OF all the arts the De'il did shew,/ His Master-piece I Pop'ry view!/ For being himself with Heav'n at odds,/ He taught them first to eat their Gods!


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O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn?/ Thy presence could ease me,/ When naething can please me:


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O Sandy why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn/ Thy presence could ease me,/ When naething can please me:


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YOU may talk about drinking your claret and/ whisky,


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GLOOMY winter's now awa',/ Saft the westlin breezes blaw;/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanly shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheerie, O.


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When I lub'd in Tennessee,/ U li a li o la e


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SPRING is blooming over earth,/ Dis de time for joy and mirth;


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MORTALS wisely learn to measure/ Life by the extent of joy;/ Life's a short and fleeting pleasere [sic]:


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COme all you true lovers and batchelors sweet,/ Here is a story both neat and complete,/ Concerning a lass who carried the drum,/ In search of her true love to Flanders has gone.


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WHAT virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove,/ will envy my innocent lays/ The song of the heart, and the offspring of love,/ when sung in my Corydon's praise.


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I came from ole Kentucky,/ A long time ago,/ Where I first larn to wheel about,/ And jump Jim Crow.


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HEY the bonnie, ho the bonnie,/ Hey the bonnie breast-knots;


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WAY down Carolina,/ Where old Tare and Chowgan glide,/ Dere I met my lubly Dinah,


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Brave Lewie Roy was the flower of our/ Highlandmen,/ Tall as the oak on the lofty Benvoirlich,


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[BRAV]E Lewie Roy was the flower of our Highlandmen,/ [T]all as the oak on the lofty Benvoirlich,


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Auld farran' canty body,/ Cam ye by the Netherlee?/ Auld farren' canty body,/ Did ye there my lassie see?


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WHATE'ER my fate, wheree'er I roam / By sorrow still opprest,/ I'll ne'er forget the peaceful hmoe [sic],/ That gave a wand'rer rest.


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BRAVE Lewie Roy was the flower of our Highlandmen,/ Tall as the oak on the lofty Benvoirlich,


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OF a' the airts the wind can blaw,/ I dearly lo'e the west,


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MY daddie is a cankert carle,/ He'll no twine wi' his gear,/ My minnie she's a scauldin' wife,/ Hauds a' the house asteer;


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Quo' Nell, my wife, the ither day,/ Provisions they are cheap man;


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OH! the land of sweet Erin's the land of delight,/ For the women can love, and the men can all fight;


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WHAT virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove,/ will envy my innocent lays?/ The song of the heart, and the offspring of love,/ when sung in my Corydon's praise,


Title_of_Work:
The perjured maid, who forswore herself for riches

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COme lovers all, both maids and men,/ Who swear to what you ne'er intend;/ A warning piece I bring to you,/ The which is strange but certain true.


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"Tho' weel I like ye, Johnny lad,/ I cannot, maunet marry yet!/ My peer auld mudder's unco bad,/ She wee a whilie maun tarry yet.


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WHEN the rosebnd [sic] of summer, its beauties be-/stowing


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March to the battle field,/ The foe is now before us;/ Each heart is freedom's shield,/ And Heav'n is smiling o'er us.


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O wha is he I loe sae weel?/ Wha was my heart an' a',


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Draw the sword, Scotland, Scotland, Scotland!/ Over mountain and moor hath passed the war-sign:


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JOCKIE came the other morning,/ O! says Katty are ye scorning;/ Do you really think to try me;/ Jockie, lad, I'll ne'er deny ye.


Title_of_Work:
The history and memoirs of the amiable Lady Jane Gray

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THIS amiable and celebrated, though unfortunate Lady, was very nobly descended by both parents.


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While we contemplate the ravages of disease in distant parts with horror


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PART I./ Tom. GOOD morrow, Sir, this is a very cold day./ Teag. Arra, dear honey, yesternight was a very cold morning./ Tom. Well brother traveller of what nation art thou?


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SWIMMING being confessedly both an elegant and useful art,


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ROBERT Earl of Huntington,/ Lies under thi little stone,


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The harvest is o'er, and the lads are so funny,/ Their hearts lined with love and their pockets/ with money;


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THERE'S ne'er a nook in a' the land/ Victoria rules sae well,


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It is a certain old saying, That where women are conveen'd in crowds, there can be but little silence;


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As I went a walking out early,/ Bright Phoebus most sweetly did shine,


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SHE's fair and fause that causes my smart,/ I loo'd her meikle and lang;


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Shepherds, I have lost my love,/ Have you seen my Anna,


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TURN again thou fair Eliza,/ Ae kind blink before we part:


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THE doitit auld carle cam' o'er the craft,


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LET us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O/ Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, O;


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LET us go, lassie, go,/ To the braes o' Balquhither


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O wha my babie-clouts will buy?/ Wha will tent me when I cry?


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My heart with love is beating,/ Transported by those eyes,


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Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,/ How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?


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WILLIE brew'd a peck o' ma't,/ An' Rab an' Allan came to prie;


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A chieftain to the Highlands bound,/ Cries, 'Boatman do not tarry!


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Pardon, now the bold outlaw,/ Rob Roy M'Gregor, O:


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The Sun had gane o'er the lofty Benlomond,/ and left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,


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LANG fam'd RAB BURNS, ilk lassie mourns,/ Aye since he's gane awa'


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I'm wearing awa Jean,/ Like snaw when its thaw Jean;/ I'm wearing awa/ to the land o' the leal.


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I'm wearing awa, Jean,/ Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean:/ I'm wearing awa/ To the land o' the leal.


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NANCY'S to the greenwood gane,/ To hear the gowdspink chatt'ring;/ And Willy he has followed her,


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NANCY'S to the Green-Wood gane,/ to hear the goudspink chatt'ring,/ And Willy he has follow'd her


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A Gentleman recently married, was enjoying with his fair one, an evening walk along the beach at Musselburgh.


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All you that's curious of Courtship, give attention to this History of Mary and her son Sawney, a young Coalman who lived in the country a few miles from Edinburgh.


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SIR WILLIAM WALLACE was a descendant of an ancient and honourable family in the west of Scotland; he was the younger son of Sir Malcolm Wallace of Ellerslie, by his wife, who was a daughter of Ronald Crawford, Sheriff of Ayr.


Title_of_Work:
The Welch traveller, or, The unfortunate Welchman

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IN this dull age to recreate/ The minds of friends and strangers/ Hur tells hur of hur evil fate,/ and hur unlook'd-for dangers:

Work_Notes:
21-page verse narrative preceded by a 6-line verse on p. 2


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Imprimis, FOR troubling the shepherd to help him out of the pit./ Item, For selling the jerkin for a groat,


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SIMPLE JOHN was a widow's son, and a coarse country weaver to his trade: He made nothing but such as canvas for caff-beds, corn and coal-sacks, drugget and harn was the finest webs he could lay his fingers to:


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SIMPLE JOHN was a widow's son, and a course country weaver to his trade: He made nothing but such as canvas for caff-beds, corn and coal-sacks, drugget and harn was the finest webs he could lay his fingers to:


Title_of_Work:
Elegy in memory of Sir Robert Grierson of Lag

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What fatal news is this I hear?/ On earth who shall my standard bear?/ For Lag, who was my champion brave/ Is dead, and now laid in his grave!


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A Flaxen-headed cow boy, as simple as/ may be,/ And next a merry plough-boy, I whistled/ o'er the lee:


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A Rose tree in full bearing,/ Had sweet flowers fair to see;


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O BILLY thy letter cuts me to the heart,/ To think that for ever I from thee must part,/ Your Nonjurant teachers have brought you to this,/ Now you'll lose your life love, & I'll lose my bliss.


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NO more my song shall be you swains,/ Of purling streams or flowery plains.


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NO more my song shall be, ye swains,/ Of pualing [sic] streams or flow'ry plains,


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AS Jamie Gay gang'd blyth his way,/ along the river Tweed,/ A bonny lass, as e'er was seen,/ came tripping o'er the mead;


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SCOTCH sodgers true, wi' bonnets blue,/ Did never in our days, man,/ Frae people a', baith great an' sma',/ E'er get sae muckle praise, man;


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SCOTS sodgers true, wi' bonnets blue,/ Did never in our days, man,/ Frae people a', baith great and sma',/ E'er get sae muckle praise, man;


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Thou art gane awa, thou art gane awa,/ Thou art gane awa from me Mary;


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FOR England, when, with fav'ring gale,/ Our gallant ship up channel steer'd,


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Mary, why thus waste thy youth time in sorrow?/ See a' around you the flow'rs sweetly blaw./ Blythe sets the sun o'er the wild cliffs of Jura,


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MARY, why thus waste thy youth-time in/ sorrow;/ See a' around you the flowers sweetly/ blaw,/ Blithe sets the sun o'er the wild cliffs o'/ Jura,


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ASSIST me ye muses till I do repeat/ These lines which I study'd early and late,/ For to gain a living the truth I will tell,/ It is very hard since the dearth of the Meal.


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WHEN our valiant ancestors did land in this isle,/ Brave Fergus commanded and vict'ry did smile,/ With their broad swords in hand they well/ cleared the soil!


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WHEN our valiant ancestors did land in this isle,/ Brave Fergus commanded and vict'ry did smile,/ With their Broad Swords in their hand they well/ cleared the soil


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The collier has a daughter,/ and she is wondrous bonny;/ A laird  he was that sought her,


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IN love and life the present use,/ One hour we grant the next refuse.


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I Have seen the smiling of fortune beguiling;/ I have felt its favours, and found its decay;


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WE loos'd from the Downs, out of fair London/ town,/ and then we had pleasant fine weather,/ For two days or three we had a fine sea,


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KEEN blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,/ The auld castle's turrets are cover'd wi' snaw,


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AS Bessy sat down wi' her seam at the fire,/ She thought on the time that was fast fleein' by,/ An' said to hersel, wi' a heavy heigh-hee,/ O! a'body's like to be married but me.


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Will you go to the Highlands my jew-/el with me/ Will you go to the Highlands the flocks/ for to see,


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Will you go to the highlands, my jewel with me/ Will you go to the highlands the flocks for to see,


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What fatal news is this I hear!/ On earth who shall my standard bear?/ For Lag, who was my champion brave,/ Is dead and now laid in his grave.


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Secret indications,/ Judgements to be drawn from the Hair, according to the substance and colour. THE hair is one of the most beautiful natural ornaments that adorn the head of man or woman.

Work_Notes:
5.5 page prose treatise, also covering the beard, the chin, neck, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, face in general


Title_of_Work:
To tell fortunes by the grounds of a coffe [sic] cup


Title_of_Work:
The dying lamentation of Mrs. Jane Shore

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Good People,/ THOUGH, by the riguor [sic] of the law you are forbidden to give me any relief, yet you may pity my unhappy state,


Title_of_Work:
King James and the Egyptian robbers, or the court cave of Fife

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A few years before the pride of Scotland had been pros-/trated by the English bows and bills, on the disastrous day of/ Flodden, the holding of Balmeny, in the county of Fife,...


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I was the only son of a widowed mother, who though far/ from affluent, was not pennyless;-you will naturally suppose, therefore, I was a most troublesome, disagreeable, spoiled child.


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A negro having purchased a hat was observed/ to take it from his head on the fall of a shower/ of rain, and to manifest considerable anxiety/ to preserve it from the wet.

Work_Notes:
23-pages of jokes and anecdotes in prose


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Method of consulting the oraculum/ on the following page.

Work_Notes:
16 pages of prophecied advice with 1 instruction page and 1 page chart or 'oraculum'


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THIS remarkable person existed as a state/ prisoner in France during the latter part of/ the 17th century.


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THE conspiracy called the GUNPOWDER PLOT/ must, for various reasons, be considered as one/ of the most remarkable occurences in English/ history.


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To few men is Scotland more indebted, and few have/ been more universally admired than the renowned/ Sir WILLIAM WALLACE,...


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EDWARD I. of England, having constrained John Baliol to/ abdicate the throne of Scotland, and succeeded, by treachery, in securing the renowned Sir Willaim Wallace, whom he/ cruelly put to death at London on the 23d of August 1305,...


Title_of_Work:
Fun upon fun; or, The comical and merry tricks of Leper the tailor

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LEPER's father lived in a village about six miles from Glasgow, and died when he was but very young; he left a widow and three children, two daughters and a son;...


Title_of_Work:
The life and prophecies of Mr Alex. Peden

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MR ALEXANDER PEDEN was born in the parish of Sorn, in the sheriffdom of Ayr.


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THE most remarkable account that I can give of my parents is, that my father was hanged for felony,...


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DAVID HAGGART was born at a farm town called the Golden Acre, near Cannon-Mills, Edinburgh, on the 24th day of June, 1801; his father was a game-keeper,...

Work_Notes:
22.5-page prose narrative including a song of 6 4-line verses


Title_of_Work:
The London prentice and his wanton mistress

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YOU wanton dames that love to range/ the country round about;


Title_of_Work:
The brisk young damsel's choice of a husband

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DEAR mother I'll tell you that I am afraid,/ I'll surely grow old if I live long a maid,


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O MOLLY my dear jewel, young Felix did say,/ Don't you remember when I brought you away,/ When I brought you to London that city to view,/ You see what a loving kind sailor can do


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FRom Dunkirk in France, in the month of September,/ Fitted out was a fleet and away they did sail,/ And Monsieur Thurot being their only commander,/ When he for their headsman, they thought not to sail.


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CHAP. I./ Containing Hynd's Birth, and how he first came to be a Highwayman./ CAPTAIN JAMES HYND, the subject of our ensuing discourse,

Work_Notes:
19.5-page prose narrative which is followed by several poems and anecdotes


Title_of_Work:
The history of the blind beggar of Bethnal-Green

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CHAP. I./ How Monford went to the Wars of France where he lost his Sight : how he was accompanied with his Wife, who preserved his Life, and of his return to England, &c./ IN former days, when the rose of England eclipsed the lilies of France,

Work_Notes:
21.5-page prose narrative in 10 chapters, including 'Old Monford's song': 4 4-line verses


Title_of_Work:
[The comical adventures of the late Mr. James Spiller]

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None so deaf as those who will not hear./ A true humourous Tale,.../ As the art of true humour is very difficult to attain, and very rarely met with,...


Title_of_Work:
On the memorable Battle of Bannockburn, fought on the 25th of June 1314

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FROM the ocean emerged bright Phoebus's ray,/ Big with the importance of Bannockburn's day;


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Preserve us a what shall we do/ thir dark nnballow d [sic] times?


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All round my hat I vears the green villow,/ All round my hat for a twelvemonth and a day,/ If any vone should ax me the reason vy I vears it/ I tells them that my true love is far far avay,

Work_Notes:
1.5-page verse narrative (sung) with spoken interludes


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O what a parish/ a parish a parish,/ And o what a parish/ was drunken Dunkeld,


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In Beith there lived a frail auld man,/ His age was sixty-fiive [sic] an' ten,


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ORIGINAL WORDS./ Coup sent a challenge frae Dunbar,/ Charlie meet me an ye dare,/ And I'll learn you the art of war,


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WHat care I for your Herring in Sa't?/ laddie I like to tell what's true;


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BY the gayly circling glass,/ We can see how minutes pass:


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There was three knights came from/ (the North,/ and strove for Victory,


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AS I was a walking one midsummer morning,/ down by a shady green tree,


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YE shepherds so chearful and gay,/ whose flocks never caresly roam:/ Should Corydon happen to stray,/ oh! call the poor wanderers home.


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I Married a wife of late,/ The more's my unhappy fate,


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YOU subjects of Britain come listen a while,/ Here is a new ditty will make you to smile,


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NEar Burton-town in Staffordshire,/ here liv'd a farmer's daughter fair


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CRuel Strephon, ease my anguish,/ cease to wound a heart you've won,


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GIVE my service to my jewel,/ that lives at Conghannan-mill,


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CEASE, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer,/ list ye landmen unto me:/ Mess-mates, hear a brother sailor,/ sing the dangers of the sea,


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OH! think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd,/ Was as happy as happy could be,/ But pleasure is fled! even hope is destroy'd,/ A captive alas! on the sea.


Title_of_Work:
The merry life and made [sic] exploits of Captain James Hynd

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CAPTAIN James Hynd, the subject of our ensuing discourse, was born at Chipping-Nortoun, in Oxfordshire.


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THIS aimiable [sic] and celebrated, though unfortunate Lady, was very nobly descended by both parents.


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ROBERT M'GREGOR, or ROB ROY, was second son of Donald M'Gregor, of the family of Glengyle,...


Title_of_Work:
The history of the battle of Chevychase,/ In prose and verse

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THE noble family of the Piercies, Earls of Northumberland, have had a high esteem amongst the English nobility,...


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A Begun turn s ha'f ended./ A blate cat makes a proud mouse.

Work_Notes:
877 1-line proverbs, arranged alphabetically


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And it came to pass that day after,.../ The miracles of our saviour were uniformly works of mercy and compassion.

Work_Notes:
18-page sermon with 1.5-page passge from the Bible followed by two 1 page paraphrases


Title_of_Work:
A short account of Sir Thomas Learmant, the Rhymer

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SIR THOMAS LEARMANT, commonly called Thomas Rhymer, was born in the east corner of Fife, of a good family. His prophecies have been more credited than any that were ever recorded in the Scots Chronicle,...


Title_of_Work:
Remarkable passages in the life of Colonel James Gardiner

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The reader here is to survey a character of such eminent and various goodness, as might demand veneration,...


Title_of_Work:
A choice drop of honey from the rock Christ

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A word of advice to my own heart, and to thine: Thou art a professer,...


Title_of_Work:
The life and prophesies of Alexander Peden

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MR ALEXANDER PEDEN was born in the parish of Sorn, in the sheriffdom of Air.


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CHAP. I,/ Dr. Faustus's birth and Education; with an account of his falling from the Scriptures./ DOCTOR JOHN FAUSTUS was born in Germany; his father was a poor labouring man, not able to bring up his son John; but he had a brother in the same country, ..


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It is a strange thing, that people should talk of the fifteen comforts or pleasures of matrimony,...


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WHILST some affect the sun, and some the shade,/ Some flee the city, some the hermitage;


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THE sufferings and perigrinations of this Scotsman, who far out-walked the late famous Coryate, "seem," says Mr. Granger, "to raise him almost to the rank of a martyr, and a hero."


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IN the town of Persia there lived two brothers, the sons of a poor man; the one was named Cassim, and the other Ali Baba.


Title_of_Work:
West-Port murders. Trial of William Burke and helen M'Dougal

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NO trial in the memory of any man now living ever excited so deep, universal, and appalling an interest as that of William Burke and his female associate,...

Work_Notes:
22-page account of the trial of Burke including the execution and confession, in prose


Title_of_Work:
The witty exploits of  Mr. George Buchanan

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MR. GEORGE BUCHANAN was a Scotsman born, and though of mean parentage, made great progress in learning: As for his understanding and ready-wit, he exceeded all men then alive in that age, that ever proposed questions to him.


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YOU Sailors that plow on the main,/ with the waters a glittering toy,


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COME all you old misers/ who heap up your gold,


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A wealthy young 'Squire of Tanworth, we hear,


Title_of_Work:
The downfall of Paris, and Bonaparte dethron'd

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GREAT news I have to tell you all,/ of BONAPARTE and a' that,


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IN former times, when meal was dear,/ we carried on a stir man!


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THERE was a Lady's daughter/ In Paris properly,


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COME, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer


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O heard you of Sir James the Rose,/ the young heir o' Buleighan?


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THERE was a jolly Miller once,/ liv'd on the river Dee;


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HARK, hark! my dear, the drums do beat/ and I must away;


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AND now to be brief let's pass o'er the rest,/ Who seldom or never was given to jest,/ And come to King James the first on the throne,/ A pleasanter monach [sic] sure never was known.


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FRAE Clyde to the banks o' sweet Earn,/ I've travel'd fu' mony lang mile;


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COme listen young lovers a while, & you'll find/ That crosses attend often true lovers kind,/ That like in all ages was never in print,/ No doubt but this story will give you content.


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COME mourn, come mourn with me,/ ye loyal Lovers all;


Title_of_Work:
The handsome cobler and the lovely chamber-maid

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ALL you that delight in merriment,/ come listen to my song,/ 'Tis very new, and certain true;/ you need not tarry long,/ Before you laugh your belly full:/ I pray be pleas'd to stay,


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Once I loved a Lady fair,/ She was a beauty I declare,/ The only flower of the North Countrie,/ The bonny lass of Banaphie.


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GILL MORICE was an Earl's son,/ his name it waxed wide;


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SOME sings of sweet Molly,/ some sings of sweet Nelly,


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O TIBBIE I ha'e seen the day/ ye wadna been sae shy;/ For laik o' gear ye lightly me,/ but yet I carena by.


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MOURN ye sons of Britain, mourn,/ and, with bitter lamentation,


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ON a jutting promontory of one of the most extensive mountains of Caledonia,...


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Lovers, I pray lend an ear to my story,/ Take an example by this constant pair;/ How love a young woman did blast in her glory -


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BUT are ye sure the news is true?/ an' is it really fact?


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SOund the trumpets of fame, see the nation attend,/ To Rodney each Briton must sure be a friend;


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O Young men beware of waling a wife,/ For I've got a devil as ever had life:/ I thought her good crop, but I got but a rap of her,/ O gin I were fairly shot of her,


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A Youthful swain courted a maid,/ and he was of a low degree,/ And she a miser's daughter great,


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THere was an auld wife and a wee pickle tow,/ An' she wad gae try the spinning o't,/ She louted her down, an' her rock took a low,/ An' that was a bad beginning o't.


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THERE was a jolly plough boy/ Was ploughing on the plain


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IN Gosport of late a young Damsel did dwell,/ for wit and for beauty did many excel;/ A young man did court her for to be his dear,/ and he by his trade was a ship carpenter.


Title_of_Work:
The humours of Gravel-Lane; or, The cobler's daughter's wedding

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A TAYLOR courted a Cobler's Daughter,/ whose living was near Gravel-lane,


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NOW ponder well you parents dear,/ the words that I shall write,/ A woeful story you shall hear,/ in time brought forth of late.


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Her nainsel into Glasgow went,/ an erran there to see't,/ And she ne'er saw a ponnier [sic] town/ standing on her feet.


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O Mammy, mammy, I long to be a bride,/ To have a lusty young man to ly by my side;


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RICHARD TURPIN was born at Hampstead, in Essex,...


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MR. BARNWELL, the father of George, was the worthy and pious Rector of Hanworth;...


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THE hero of our history, Tommy Merton, was the only son of a gentleman of great fortune,...


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A particular description of VAN DIEMEN'S LAND, being the Southern extremity of NEW HOLLAND./ VAN DIEMEN'S LAND was so named by one Tasman,...


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MR BARNWELL, the father of GEORGE, was the worthy and pious Rector of Hanworth;...


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I. A Scotchman and an Irishman were [sl]eeping together at an inn;...

Work_Notes:
23 pages of jokes and anecdotes in prose (75 in total)


Title_of_Work:
The wonderful predictions of Mr. Christopher Love

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A Few nights after he was sentenced to be beheaded on Tower Hill,...


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Of the Head./ To dream you have a great head is good for it fortelleth principality and digniry [sic]

Work_Notes:
9.5 pages on the interpretation of dreams


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As Jamie Gay gaed blithe his way,/ Along the banks of Tweed,/ A bonny Lass as ever was,/ Came tripping o'er the mead.


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A wee bird cam' to our ha' door,/ He warbled sweet and clearly;/ An' ay the oure come o' his sang/ Was, "waes me for Prince Charley."


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COme chear up my lads, 'tis to honour we steer,/ To add something new to this wonderful year,


Title_of_Work:
The death of the King and Queen of France

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O The sad and dismal story,/ that is now arriv'd from France,


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TOTHER [sic] day in the straw-berry vale/ When only my Phillis was there,


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LOrd Lennox to Britain is safely come o'er,/ and his bold heroes are all come on shore,

Work_Notes:
10 4-line verses and 'sing fal de ral, &c.' chorus


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DEAR Collin, prevent my warm Blushes,/ Since how can I speak without Pain,


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THE tuneful lavrocks chear the grove,/ And sweetly smells the summer green;/ Now o'er the mead I love to rove/ Wi' bonny Jem of Aberdeen.


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BILLY came to Polly's door,/ Hey down down derry derry down


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ALL Maidens that are fair,/ and flourish in your prime,


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OUr Lad he is the bonniest Lad/ That e'er march'd o'er the verdant/ (Plain


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WE've all heard of Paul Jones, have we not, have we/(not,/ We've all heard of Paul Jones, have we not,


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THE Duke of Gordon has three daughters,/ Elizabeth Margaret, and Jean,/ They would not stay in bonny Castle-gordon,/ But they would go to bonny Aberdeen.


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COme Amanda, charming creature!/ Hear the woodland warblers sing,


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Now there's peace on the shore, and there's calm/ on the sea,


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If I had a beau, for a soldier who'd go,/ Do you think I'd say no? No, no, not I!


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Don't you remember a poor peasants daughter,/ In neat russet gown, and apron so blue.


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A CERTAIN knight from Lincolnshire,/ came up to London city,/ On purpose for to shew his parts,/ good Lord how wondrous witty,


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As whistling o'er the fallow land,/ When the rosy day declines


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Up amang yon cliffy rocks,/ Sweetly rings the rising echo/ To the maid who tends the goats,/ Lilting o'er her native notes.


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Will ye gang through the King's Park,/ My darling young deary O./ And spend the lee-lang simmer's day,/ Around the Wells o' Weary O.


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O my luve's like a red, red rose,/ That's newly sprung in June


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I HAD a horse, and I had nae mair,/ I gat it frae my daddie:/ My purse was light, my heart was sair,/ But my wit it was fu' ready.


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When I was a wee thing,/ and just like an elf


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[Far]ewel my dear and gallant sailor,/ [s]ince you and I must parted be;/ If you prove constant without failing,/ I will prove the same to thee.


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THY cheek is o' the roses hue,/ My only jo and dearie,O;


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CAULD blaws the wind frae east to wast,/ The drift is driving fairly;


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BY mason's art, the aspiring dome/ in various columns shall arise;/ All climates are their native home,/ their godlike actions reach the skies.


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WHEN I was a young girl, at the age of fifteen,/ I was courted by a young man most rare to be seen;/ But now to my grief, for a soldier he's gone,/ And what to do for my love I will make known.


Title_of_Work:
[Lord Duncan's victory over the Dutch fleet]

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NAE mair need we sigh whan we reckon,/ An' think on the days o' langsyne,/ When bauld Scottish heroes, sae doughty,/ Wi' laurels o' valour did shine:

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8 8-line verses and 4-line chorus, preceded by 4-line quotation from Homer


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NAE mair need we sigh when we reckon,/ An' think on the days o' langsyne,/ When bauld Scottish heroes sae doughty,/ Wi' laurels o' valour did shine:


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Love did first my thoughts employ,/ returning day still made me blest,/ Each happy hour came wing'd with joy,/ each night was crown'd with balmy rest.


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Come all you roaring boys, that delight in roar-/ing noise,/ I compare it to nothing but laughter,/ When a sailor comes on shore, with his gold &/ silver store,/ there's no one can get rid of it faster.


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I Have a green purse and a wee pickle gowd,/ A bonny piece land and planting on't./ It fattens my flocks, and my barns it has stow'd;


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NO more my song shall be ye swains,/ Of purling streams or flow'ry plains,/ More pleasing beauties now inspire,/ And Phoebus deigns the warbling lyre,/ Divinely aided thus I mean,/ To celebrate my Highland Quean.


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No more of my song shall be ye swains,/ Of purling streams or flow'ry plains,/ More pleasing beauties now inspire,/ And Phoebus deigns the warbling lyre,/ Divinely aide,d thus I mean/ To celebrate my Highland Queen.


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William Ready. WELL, Bob suppose we/ have the other pot, to drink sucess to trade:...


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WILL you hear how once repining,/ great Eliza captive lay?/ Each ambitious thought resigning,/ foe to riches, pomp, and sway?


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COME friend if thy leisure permits thee to stay,/ I'll teach thee some precepts the same to obey,


Title_of_Work:
The recruit's farewel to his wife and three children

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FAREWEL to you dear Nancy,/ likewise my children three,/ Behold I am come to take my leave/ of friends and family;


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MY name is Dick Brady, boys,/ a man that loves pleasure,/ For topping and fuddling,/ I am always at leisure;


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BLYTHE Sandy is a bonny boy,/ And always is a wooing,/ Nor is he e'er too bold or coy,/ Although he is a-looing;


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Blyth Sandy is a bonny boy,/ and always is a wooing,/ Nor is he e'er too bold or coy,/ although he is so loving.


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I'M now deprived of the light,/ Which I did once enjoy,/ Once had the blessing of the sight,/ But now, but now, a poor blind boy.


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O Say, what thing is that call'd light,/ that I can ne'er enjoy?/ What is the blessing of the sight?/ O tell, O tell a poor blind boy.


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AT Willy's wedding on the green,/ The lasses, bonny witches,/ Were a' drest out in aprons clean,/ And braw white Sunday mutches.


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AND now to be brief, let's pass o'er the rest,/ Who seldom or never was given to jest,/ And come to King James the first on the throne,/ A pleasanter Monarch sure never was known.


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THE globe of earth on which we dwell,/ is tack'd to the poles sir,/ The little world our carcases,/ are tack'd unto our souls sir.

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses with 'tal lal de ral, &c.' chorus


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THE globe of earth, on which we/ (dwell,/ is tack'd to the poles, Sir;/ The little world our carcasses,/ are tack'd unto our souls, Sir.


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WHEN all was wrapt in dark midnight,/ And all were fast asleep,/ In glided Marg'ret's grimly ghost,/ And stood at William's feet,


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'TWAS Summer, & the day was fair,/ Resolv'd a while to fly from care,/ Beguiling thought, forgetting sorrow,/ I wander'd o'er the braes of Yarrow!


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'TWAS Summer and the Day was fair,/ Resolv'd a while to fly from Care,/ Beguiling Thoughts forgetting Sorrow,/ I wander'd o'er the Braes of Yarrow;


Title_of_Work:
The trial of James Reily for running away with Coolin Bawn

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O RISE up Jamie Reily, and come away with me,/ I mean to go with you and leave my own country,/ To leave my Father's dwelling, his houses and free land,


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YOU batchelors that are willing to marry,/ I'd have you be careful for fear you miscarry,/ I'd have you be wise and mind who you marry,/ Lest you should be hamper'd like Paul and Nanny,


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GEORGE he is the mildest King/ that ever sat on Britain's throne,/ Behold how wisely he has acted,/ to his subjects every one.


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O SAW ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing,/ Saw ye my true love down on yon lea-


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WHEN in war, on the ocean we meet the proud foe,/ Tho' with ardour for conquest our bosoms may glow,


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OF the ancients its speaking my soul you'd be after,/ That they never got how come you so,/ Would you seriously make the good folks die with laugh-/ter;/ To be sure their dog tricks we don't know:


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O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten,


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O MY love is like the red, red rose/ That's newly sprung in June:


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What's this dull town to me,/ Robin's not near?


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A 'Squire's daughter near Auchnacloy,/ Fell in love with a servant boy./ And when her father came to hear,/ He separated her from her dear.


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CLAVERS and his Highlandmen,/ cam down upon the row, man,/ Who being stout, gave mony a shout,/ the lads began to claw then.


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WHY all this anger, Celia shown,/ and I the unhappy object made;/ Why will you punish with a frown/ the wretch whom first your smiles betrayed,


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Why all this anger, Celia, shown,/ and I the unhappy object made;/ Why will you punish with a frown,/ the wretch whom first your smiles betray'd,


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Why all this anger, Celia, shewn,/ And I the unhappy object made;/ Why will you punish with a frown,/ The wretch, whom first your smiles betrayed.


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HO! Why dost thou shiver and shake,/ Gaffer Gray/ And why dost thy nose look so blue?


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Ho, why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer/ Gray?/ And why does thy nose look so blue?


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HO! Why dost thous shiver and shake,/ Gaffer Gray?/ And why does thy nose look so blue?


Title_of_Work:
Sweet William of Plymouth's garland, in four parts

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A Seaman of Plymouth, sweet William by name,/ A wooing to beautiful Susan he came,


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JULY the first in Old Bridge-town,/ there ought to be a pattern,/ As its recorded in each church book,/ throughout all the nation.


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By others blest with genius' rays/ Let noble acts be told


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THE late Dr. Dodd, a very worthy minister,/ who lived a few miles from Cambridge,...


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JULY the first in Old Bridge-town,/ There ought to be a pattern,/ As it's recorded in each church book,/ Throughout all the nation.


Title_of_Work:
The Battle of the Boyn, or, King William crossing the Boyn Water

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JULY the first in Old Bridge-town,/ There ought to be a pattern,/ As it's recorded in each church-book,/ Throughout all the nation.


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TARRY woo, O tarry woo,/ Tarry woo is ill to spin;/ Card it weel, O card it weel,/ Card it weel ere ye begin.


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BOLD Britons with courage advance/ Upon this present occasion;/ Revenge your wrongs on proud France,/ Who threatens you with an invasion.


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My Patie is a lover gay,/ His mind is never muddy;/ His breath is sweeter than new hay,/ His face is fair and ruddy.


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MY Patie is a lover gay,/ his mind is never muddy,/ His breath is sweeter than new hay,/ his face is fair and ruddy,


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My Patie is a lover gay,/ His mind is never muddy,/ His breath is sweeter than new hay,/ His face is fair and ruddy.


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MY Patie is a lover gay,/ his mind is never muddy;/ His breath is sweeter than new hay,/ his face is fair and ruddy;


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BY the gayly circling glass,/ We can see how minutes pass:/ By the hollow cask are told,/ How the waining night grows old,


Title_of_Work:
Accidents and disasters at sea. A winter in Greenland

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The ship Dundee of London, arrived at Lerwick in May 1827,...


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THERE was a wife won'd in a glen,/ And she had daughters nine or ten,/ That sought the house baith but and ben,/ To find their mam a snishing.


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THERE is not a taylor in all London town;/ That can shape Newcastle's fair Lady a gown,/ Her belly's turn'd big, and her face pale and wan,/ She's fallen with child to her own servant man.


Title_of_Work:
Memorable occasions. Accidents occasioned by the storm, 1827

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During the dreadful days of Saturday the 3rd/ and Thursday the 8th March,...


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A/ A BEGUN turn is haLf ended/ A blate cat makes a proud mouse/ A black hen lays a white egg/ A blithe heart makes a blooming look


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A/ A Begun turn is half ended/ A blate cat makes a proud mouse/ A black hen lays a white egg/ A blythe heart makes a blooming look


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I was born in the year 1726, at Koenigsberg, Prussia. My father, descended from an ancient family, was general of cavalry.


Title_of_Work:
Tales. (The first and second of the following Tales...)The murder discovered

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I accompanied the gentlemen into the garden,...


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Hope told a flattering tale,/ That joy would soon return,


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ARise thou mistress of my heart,/ and do not me disdain;/ Come now and quickly take the part,/ of me your conquer'd swain.


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ON Newgate steps Jack Chance was found,/ And bred up near St. Giles's pond,/ (My story's true deny it who can,)/ By saucy leering Billingsgate Nan.


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ONCE I a chosen member was,/ I highly was respected,/ In Lodge-rules and taught in schools,


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THIS world is a stage,/ On which mankind engage,/ And each acts his part in the throng;/ But all is confusion,/ Mere folly, delusion,/ And faith nothing else but a song,


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LONG time I have courted a bonny fair maid,/ But now for to marry her I am afraid,/ If she proves with child my sorrow begins,/ Then I must provide both blankets and pins.


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TEars was my sad cheeks, whilst I relate the story,/ of Henry the bravest of all British tars,/ Cover'd with laurels, surrounded with glory,


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A Soldier and a Sailor,/ A Tinker and a Taylor,/ Had once a doubtful strife, Sir,


Work_Notes:
26 8-line verse narrative in three parts


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A Sailor courted a farmer's daughter,/ Whose living was in the wild of Kent,/ But mark I pray you what follow'd after,/ He waited long or she gave consent:


Title_of_Work:
An affecting history of an inn-keeper in Normandy

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(Oh reason! ever be my friend, my guide!...) WHEN a man narrowly scrutinizes into/ his own heart,...


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(An honest Man's the noblest work of God....) TO overcome adversity and brave death/ itself,...


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LET gay ones and great,/ Make the most of their fate,/ From pleasure to pleasure they run;/ Well, who cares a jot?/ I envy them not,/ While I have my dog and my gun.


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THE terrible law when it fastens it paw,/ On a poor man, it grips him till he's undone;


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COME listen young lovers a while, and you'll find/ That crosses attend often true lovers kind,/ The like in all ages was never in print,/ No doubt but this will give you content.


Title_of_Work:
The whole art of legerdemain; or, Hocus pocus in perfection

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LEGERDEMAIN is an operation whereby one may seem to work wonderful, impossible things,...

Work_Notes:
23-pages of instrutions on how to carry out conjuring tricks


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DAVID HAGGART was born at a farm town called the Golden Acre, near Cannon-mills, Edinburgh, on the 24th of June, 1800, his father was a game-keeper,...

Work_Notes:
21-page prose narrative with a song of 10 4-line verses


Title_of_Work:
The life and transactions of James Sarp [sic], Arch Bishop of St Andrews., &c.

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Giving a particular account of his betraying the CHURCH of SCOTLAND,...


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THE most remarkable account I can give of my parents is, that my father was hang'd for felony, and my mother transported for the same fact, after she was delivered of me in Newgate,...

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative with 1-page epitaph


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A particular description of Van Dieman's Land, south extremity of New Holland.// VAN DIEMAN'S Land was so named by Tasman,...


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Curious riddles/ ALTHO' in number I'm the smallest,/ O'er kings I reign, and beat the tallest./ The Ace of Trumph


Title_of_Work:
An account of the melancholy story of Richard Smith, and his spouse

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From the London Evening-Post, June 22d. 1770./ THE confirmation of a shocking passage concerning one Richard Smith,...


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KEEN the frosty winds war blawin',/ Deep the sna' had wreath'd the ploughs,


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ALMET the Dervise, who watched the sacred lamp in the sepulchre of the prophet,


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"It was on a fair Sabbath morning, 1st June 1679, that an assembly of Covenanters sat down on the heathy mountains of Drumclog.

Work_Notes:
12.5-page prose account, "taken from an American Newspaper entitled the 'National Gazette.' It is written by the Laird of Torfoot, an officer in the Presbyterian army,"...


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TO overcome adversity and brave death itself, is the effort of a noble resolution.


Work_Notes:
A collection of 1-line sayings, arranged alphabetically


Title_of_Work:
Daniel O'Rourke's wonderful voyage to the moon

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PEOPLE may have heard of the renowned adventures of Daniel O'Rourke,...


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Now Jeany Dyver she is dead,/ Her daughter Mally doth succeed;


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THE Centaur left Jamaica in rather a leaky condition,...

Work_Notes:
15-page prose narrative which includes a report on the Court-Martial and list of names of those who died or were rescued


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Mr. GEORGE BUCHANAN was a Scotchman born, and though of mean parentage, made great progress in learning.


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PART I./ Jockey. Hey, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent folks hame wi' ye the night.


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AMONST [sic] all the  ancient records yet found, Bucky, or Buckhaven is never mentioned.


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AMONST [sic] all the  ancient records yet found, Bucky, or Buckhaven is never mentioned


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THIS Thomas Black, vulgarly called Lothian Tom, because he was of that county, was born about four miles from Edinburgh;


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EVERY other Christian Church has found fault with the Church of Rome...


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NICOLAS PEDROSA, a busy little being, who followed the trade of shaver, surgeon and man-midwife, in the town of Madrid,...


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IN that part of the Alps, amidst the high mountains of Savoy,...


Title_of_Work:
The comical history of the king and the cobler

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How King Henry VIII used to visit the watches in the city, and how he became acquainted with a merry jovial Cobler.

Work_Notes:
21.2-page prose narrative, but including 'the cobbler's song in the king's cellar': 4 8-line verses


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ROBERT M'GREGOR, or ROB ROY, was second son of Donald M'Gregor, of the family of Glengyle, a Lieutenant Colonel in the king's service, by a daughter of Campbell of Glenlyon.


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WHA was ance like Willie Gairlace,/ Wha in neighbouring town or farm?/ Beauty's bloom was in his fair face,/ Deadly strength was in his arm.


Title_of_Work:
The life and death of Robin Hood, the renowned out-law

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BOTH gentlemen and yoemen [sic] bold,/ Or whatever you are;/ To hear a stately story told,/ Attention now prepare:

Work_Notes:
22-page 8-line verse narrative with 1-page epitaph


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IN the reign of the famous King Arthur, there lived near the Land's-End of England, in the county of Cornwall, a worthy farmer, who had an only son, named Jack.


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UPON the third of February, 1722, at seven o'clock at night, after I had parted with Thurston, and coming up the burial-road, one came up riding after me.


Work_Notes:
23-page collection of 1-line sayings, arranged alphabetically


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Scottish prudence./ A parish-clerk in the North of England, not long ago, hired a Scotchman for his servant,...


Title_of_Work:
The famous history of two unfortunate lovers, Leander & Hero

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How Leander, returning in triumph from his eastern victories, fell in love with the beauteous Hero and she in love with him;

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative in 7 chapters including 'Song' of 2 8-line verses


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THE Wild Huntsman of the Danes, is the celebrated king Waldemar IV.


Title_of_Work:
A wonderful account of Lieutenant George Spearing

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ON Wednesday, Sept. 13. 1769, between the hours of 3 and 4 o'clock afternoon, I went into a little wood, called North-woodside, situated between 2 and 3 miles to the north-west of Glasgow, with a design to gather a few hazel nuts.


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THE many shocking crimes committed in and about London, as well as frauds and cheats daily practised on the unwary tradesman, mechanic and deluded countrymen, call aloud for detection and discovery.


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Canto I./ BARD./ WHEN men of mettle thought it nonsense/ To heed that cleping thing ca'd conscience,

Work_Notes:
22-page verse narrative with dialogue which is preceded by a list of characters


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PART I./ CHAP I./ How King Henry the Eighth used to visit the Watches in the City, and how he became acquainted with a merry jovial Cobler./ IT was the custom of King Henry the Eighth to walk late in the night into the City disguised,..


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THE morn was fair, the skies was clear,/ No breath came o'er the sea,


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ROBERT BURNS was born on the 25th of January, 1759, in a cottage about two miles south from Ayr,


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IN the reign of the Caliph Haroun Alraschid, there lived in the city of Bagdad, a poor porter named Hindbad. One day, when the weather was hot,...


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ON the summit of one of the heights of the Odenwald, a wild and romantic tract of Upper Germany,


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CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS, the celebrated navigator, and first discoverer of America, was a native of Genoa.


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RELIGIOUS LIBERTY./ Stephen, King of Poland, said to those who persuaded him to constrain some of his subjects...


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NONE will dwell in the cottage, for they say


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A-bed. To dream of being in bed betokens good health, but beware! for some one wishes to injure you.

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21.5-pages on the interpretation of dreams


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1. What shoemaker makes shoes without leather,/ With all the four elements put together,

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7-pages of riddles (76 in total) preceded by a 1-paragraph introduction to the work


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A GENTLEMAN complaining to his bootmaker that a pair of boots recently sent were too short,


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History of the Kings and Queens of England from William the Conqueror to the present time

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NORMAN KINGS./ WILLIAM I./ William the conqueror was the natural son of Robert, duke of Normandy, by Arlotte, a skinner's daughter.

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21-page prose narrative with illustration


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O Burke, cruel man, how detested thy name is!/ Thy dark deeds of blood are a stain on our times


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MOURN, helpless Caledonia, mourn/ Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn!


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Oh! here's to the year that's awa,/ We'll drink it in strong and in sma;

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3 4-line verses with last two lines repeated as chorus


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JEANIE GRAHAME was ane of the blithest, bonniest lasses to be seen in the ancient kingdom of Fife,


Title_of_Work:
Dreams and apparitions. Containing Tibby Hyslop's dream, and The sequel

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IN the year 1827, when on a jaunt through the valleys of Nith and Annan,


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Tibby Hyslop dreamed, that on a certain spot which she had never seen before,


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IN ancient times, far i' the north/ A hundred miles ayont the Forth,/ Upon a stormy winter day,/ Twa men forgather'd on the way,


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Old time, my dear girls, is a knave who in/ truth/ From the fairest of beauties will pelfer/ their youth;


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TOWARDS the middle of last century, there lived, at no great distance from us in a neighbouring county, an eccentric fellow by the name of HAXTON.


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PART FIRST./ The Fumbler's Charge; or, the humble Petition of Archd. M'T-sh against his Bride Fl-ry Cr-f-rd. To the Revd. Moderator, and to the rest of the Venerable Members of the Session of Kil-m-l G-ss-ry./ O REV'REND and good moderator/ and elders of


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PART I./ THIS Thomas Black, vulgarly called Lothiau [sic]  Tom, after his native county, was born four miles from Edinburgh.


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THE song that I am going to sing,/ I hope it will give you content;/ Concening a silly old man,/ that was going to pay his rent.


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WHen up the shrouds the sailor goes,/ And ventures on the yard,/ The Landman he who better knows,/ Believes his lot is hard;


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AS I was a walking one morning so fair,/ So green was the fields, and cool was the air,/ There did I discover,/ Pretty Nancy my lover.


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AS I was walking one morning so fair,/ So Green was the fields, and cool was the air,/ There did I discover,/ Pretty Nancy my lover.


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Farewell to spring, virgins and wives,/ Blithe bloom when saffron grows dark,/ Our harvest is come, come lads to your reaping,/ Your sickles are keen, come lads to your reaping,/ Come lasses to glean, plow, and sow.


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Farewel to spring, virgins and wives,/ Blithe bloom when saffron grows dark,/ Our harvest is come, come lads to your reaping,/ Your sickles are keen, come lads to your reaping,/ Come lasses to gleen, plow, and sow.


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HARK! the huntsman's begun to sound the/ shrill horn,/ Come quickly unkennel the hounds;


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HArk! the Huntsman's begun to sound the shrill/ (horn!/ Come quickly unkennel your Hounds,


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THERE was a ship and a ship of fame,/ Launch'd of the stocks bound to the main/ With a hundred and fifty brisk young men,/ Was pick'd and chosen every one.


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HERE a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,/ The darling of our crew,/ No more he'll hear the tempest howling,/ For death has brought him to.


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A Wealthy young 'squire in Tomworth we hear,/ Courted a nobleman's daughter so fair,/ And for to marry her it was his intent,


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IT is of a young sailor from Dover come home,/ He courted pretty Sally and Sally was her name,


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Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,/ The darling of our crew;/ No more he'll hear the tempest howling,/ For death hath brought him to.


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OF modest maids in single weeds,/ I've nothing for to say man,/ But against the game of hawking wench,/ I'll tell you and you'll stay man.


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OF modest maids in simple weeds,/ I've nothing for to say man,/ But against the game of hawking wench,/ I'll tell you and you'll stay man.


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THere was an auld wife and a wee pickle Tow,/ An' she wad gae try the spinning o't;/ She louted her down, an' her rock took a low,/ An' that was a bad beginning o't:


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WHen trees did bud, & fields were green,/ And broom bloom'd fair to see:/ When Mary was compleat fifteen,/ and love laugh'd in her eye:


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YOU nymphs and you shepherds that join in/ the throng,/ Pray tarry a while on the bent [sic] of my song,/ My story, tho' simple, 'tis true that I tell,/ I hope it will please you all wonderful well.


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LET gay ones and great/ Make the most of their fate;/ From pleasure to pleasure they run:/ Well, who cares a jot?/ I envy them not,/ While I have my dog and my gun.


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Maid's [sic] be not too nice in the matter


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WHEN the Chief of the North his vast armies/ brought forth,/ To teach Monsieur reason and justice and a',


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ENCOMPASS'D in an angel's frame,/ An angel's virtues lay:/ Too soon did heav'n assert its claim,/ And call'd its own away.


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Encompass'd in an angel's frame,/ an angel's virtues lay:/ Too soon did Heaven assert it's [sic] claim,/ and call'd its own away,


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NOW a'body kens my Mither's dead,/ For weel a wat I bore her head,/ And in the grave I saw her laid,


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IN the month of August 1696. Christian Shaw, daughter to Shaw of Bargarran in the shire of Renfrew...


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Address to a Scotch haggis, on New-Year's day

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FAIR fa' your honest sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin race!


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AT the sign of the George, a national set,/ (it fell out on a recent occasion)


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THE wind blew hard, the sea ran high,/ The dingy scud drove cross the sky,


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Cinderilla; or, The little glass slipper

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TALE III./ Cinderella; or, The Little Glass Slipper./ THERE was a gentleman who married for his second wife, the proudest and most haughty woman ever seen.


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JOHNNY BLUSTER dwalt on Tweed,/ The place they ca'd it Traddletony;/ Johnny was a joiner gude,/ Nane cou'd weild a plane like Johnny.


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SAYS Moll to her Mistress, I long to be mar-/ried,/ For there is great danger in too long delay;/ To see myself single, my mind is uneasy,/ For marriage is pleasant, I hear people say:


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When o'er the downs at early day,/ my lowland Willie hied him,


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OVER the mounain and over the moor,/ Hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn;


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Last night the dogs did bark,/ I went to the gate to see,/ There every lass had her spark,/ But nobody coming for me.


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The wealthy fool, with gold in store,/ will still desire to grow the richer,


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I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane,/ He lo'ed ne'er a lassie but me


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O! ha'e you seen the roses blaw,/ The heather bloom, the broom an' a',


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A BLESSING unknown to ambition and praise,/ Which fortune can never abate;


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AN auld Hieland couple sat lone by the ingle,/ While smoking their cuttie and cracking awa;


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For England, when, with fav'ring gale,/ Our gallant ship up channel steer'd -


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When fragrant bloom of yellow broom,/ delights our lads and lassies,


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The bird that hears her nestling song,/ and flies abroad for food,/ Returns impatient through the sky,/ to nurse her callow brood.


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MISTRESS Runnington wore a wig,/ Contrived to peep at a man,


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The sun in the west fa's to rest in the e'vning,/ Ilk morn blinks cheerfu' upon the green lea;


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O fy, haste Marg'ret! woman are ye in?/ I nae sooner heard it, than fast I did rin,


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WHEN gooseberries grow on the stem of a daisy,/ And plum-puddings roll on the tide to the shore,


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To Davy Jones old dad was gone,/ And mother likewise dead,


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STRANGER think me not too bold,/ Judge with candour of my youth;


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THat man who for life is bless'd with a wife,/ is sure in a happy condition:


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O where is the land of the brave and the free?/ It is set like a gem in the midst of the sea;


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3 8-line verses and 4-line chorus which is the last 4 lines of the first verse


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Go, youth beloved, to distant glades,/ New friends, new hopes, new joys to find;


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When Heaven, to soften human care,/ Bade pity sympathize with woe -


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The standard on the braes o' Mar/ is up and streaming rarely,


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There's ne'er a nook in a' the land/ that William rules sae well,


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Blythe, blythe and merry was she,/ Blythe was she but and ben;


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Thou'rt gane awa, thou'rt gane awa'/ thourt gane awa frae me Mary,


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When the glow-worms glide the elfin flower,/ That clings round my ruined shrine;/ When first we met, when first we lov'd,/ And I confessed thee mine;


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Shades of ev'ning close not o'er us,/ leave our lonely bark awhile;


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My love still I think that I see her once more,/ But alas she has left me her loss to deplore


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When John and me were married/ our hauding was but sma'


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A maiden fair lay dying,/ within her palace hall,


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I beg you would not mention her/ it's realiy [sic] quite absurd;


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Ca' the yewes to the knowes,/ Ca' them whare the heather grows,/ Ca' them whare the burnie rowes


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By a poor toilling wretch who eache hour life/ bewailed,/ Brought to light I made part of a dollar;


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Sir Solomons Simons when he was wed,/ Blush'd black as a crow his fair lady did blush/ light,/ The clock struck twelve they were both tuck'd/ in bed,/ In the chimney a rush-light,/ A little farthing rush-light,


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Blythe, blythe and merry was she,/ Blythe was she but and ben:/ Blythe by the banks of Earn,/ And blythe in Glenturin glen.


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THE fourteenth of September,/ in Torbay as we lay,


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AS Celia near a fountain lay,/ her eye-lids clos'd to sleep,


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LOndon town is just like a barber's shop,/ but by the lord harry 'tis wondrous big,


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SPRING renewing all things gay,/ Nature's dictates all obey,


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WE were both born in ae town-end,/ and both brought up together,/ I wot we were not seven years old,/ when we lov'd one another;


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SAys Plato, why should man be vain,/ since bounteous heaven has made him great,


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'Tis a twelvemonth a-go nay perhaps they are twain/ Since Thyrsis neglected the nymphs on the plain

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5 4-line verses with final line repeated


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BRaw Johnny Bute was a bonny meikle man,/ frae Scotland he came with his broad sword in/ (hand,


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TO each jovial sportsman of every station,/ I now do proclaim with loud acclamation,


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COme hear me ye Nymphs, and every swain,/ I'll tell how Peggy grieves me,


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THE man who for life, is plagu'd with a wife,


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COME brave boys I am for roving,/ stay not at home to spend your days,


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HARK, hark the joy inspiring horn,/ Salutes the rosy rising morn,


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COME now all ye social pow'rs,/ shed your influence o'er us,


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FAREWEL ye rocks, farewel ye plains,/ No more Miss Roach will on you reign,


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PEACE and contentment consists not in wealth,/ Nor in store of riches, I know by myself;/ Altho' that my winning were never so sma',/ Yet I have contentment, and that's best of a'.


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WHen wild war's deadly blast was blawn/ and gentle peace returning,/ And eyes again with pleasure beam'd,/ That had been bleer'd with mourning;


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THE sun just glancing thro' the trees,/ gave life and joy to ilka grove,


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THE fourthteenth [sic] of September,/ in Torbay as we lay,/ Bold Hawke did hoist his flag, Sir,


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COME, Florinda, lovely charmer,/ come and fix this wav'ring heart;


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A FRIEND of mine came here yestreen,/ and he would hae me down,/ To drink a bottle of ale wi' him,/ in the niest burrows town.


Title_of_Work:
Ballynamone, oro, (from The poor soldier)

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YOW know I'm your priest and your/ conscience is mine/ But if you grow wicked, 'tis not a good sign,


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IN storms when clouds obscure the sky,/ And thunders roll, and lightnings fly;/ In midst of all these dire alarms,/ I think my Sally, on thy charms.


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SCOTS wha hae wi' Wallace bled,/ Scots wham Bruce has aften led;


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DEAR is my little native vale,/ The ring dove builds and warbles there;/ Close by my cot she tells her tale,/ To every passing villager:


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FAR over the hills of the heather so green,/ And down by the correi [sic] that sings to the/ sea,


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Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon,/ How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair,


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PART I./ THIS THOMAS BLACK, vulgarly called LOTHIAN TOM, because of that country, was born four miles from Edinburgh, his father, being a very wealthy farmer, gave him good education,


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COME, all you valiant heroes bold,/ I pray you lend an ear,/ There was not such a battle fought,/ no, not this many a year.


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AS walking forth to view the plain,/ Upon a morning early,/ While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain,/ From flowers which grew so rarely;/ I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid,


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AS I went out one evening to meet with my dear,


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As walking forth to view the plain,/ upon a morning early,/ While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain,/ From flowers which grew so rarely./ I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid,


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AS walking forth to view the plain,/ Upon a morning early,/ While May's sweet scent did chear my brain,/ From flow'rs which grew so rarely;/ I chanc'd to meet a pretty maid,


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The cold winter is past and gone,/ and now comes the spring,/ And I am one of the king's life-guards,/ and I must go fight far [sic] my king my dear,


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KEEN blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,/ The auld castle's turrets are cover'd wi' snaw;


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PART I./ Jockey. HEY, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent folks hame wi' ye the night./ Mag. Wiltu come awa' then Johnnie,


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SIMPLE JOHN was a widow's son, and a coarse country weaver to his trade: He made nothing but such as canvass for caff beds, corn and coal sacks, drugget and harn was the finest webs he could lay his fingers to:

Work_Notes:
21 page, 12-part, prose narrative, some in dialogue form


Title_of_Work:
The comical history of Simple John, and his twelve misfortunes


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Q What is the wisest behaviour of ignorant persons?/ A To speak of nothing but what they know, and to give their opinion of nothing but what they understand.


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This Catechism deserves no Creed,/ It's only for Boys who will not read/ On wiser books them to instruct:/ Let droll John their fancy cook./ Q. What is the wisest behaviour/ of ignorant persons?/ A. To speak of nothing but what they/ know, and to give the


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THERE was a wife won'd in a glen,/ And she had dochters nine or ten,/ That sought the house baith but and ben/ To find their mam a snishing.


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CHAP. I./ Of his birth and heavy breeding; and of his being carried to school./ SIR Lawrence Lazy, governor of Lubberland castle, in the county of Sloth, married a fair and beautiful lady, named Katherine Sloth, by whom he had one son,


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CARE, thou canker of our joys,/ Now the tyrant's reign is o'er,/ Fill the merry bowl, my boys,


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Will ye gang wi' me, lassie,/ To the braes o' Birniebouzle?/ Baith the earth and the sea, lassie,/ Will I rob to send ye.


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My Patie is a lover gay,/ His mind is never muddy;/ His breath is sweeter than new hay,/ His face is fair and ruddy:


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AS I was walking one morning in May,/ The small birds were singing delightful and/ (gay,/ There I with my true love did often sport and play,/ Down among the bonny Beds of Roses.


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WHen I was in Cumberland I went a wooing,


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COME under my pladdie, the nights gaun to fa',


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I Am lonesome since I cross'd the hills./ And o'er the moors that tire me,/ With heavy thoughts my heart doth fill,/ Since I parted from my Betsey,


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There was a wee bit wifukie,/ And she gaed till a fair,/ She got a wee bit drapukie/ that cost her meikle care,


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COME all you jolly sailors bold,/ That plough the raging main,/ And listen to my tragedy/ Whilst I relate the same


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O WHY should old age so much wound us O,/ There is nothing in it all to confound us, O,/ For how happy now am, I,/ With my old wife sitting by,


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IT was in the month of April,/ one morning by the dawn,/ When voilets [sic] and cowslips,/ bestrewed every lawn,


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YE maidens so pretty in town and city,/ pray hear with pity my mournful strain,/ A maid confounded In sorrow drowned,/ And deeply wounded with grief and pain.


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OF a the arts the win' can blaw I dearly like the wast,


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A new song./ Written by Joseph Dixon, of Harrington, on board/ His Majesty's ship Defence,/ COME all you bold Britons, attend with a cheer


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IT was in the month of May/ it was in the of [sic] May


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YOU sons of Hibernia, who's sung on dry land,


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WILL you go to the highlands my jewel with me,


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I Am a roving shoemaker,/ from Belfast town I came


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WHEN a girl I was at the age of sixteen,/ From my parents run away and a soldier/ I became,


Title_of_Work:
A brief account of the trial of Capt. John Porteous

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ON Thursday the 17th Day of June 1736,/ JOHN PORTEOUS late Captain/ Lieutenant of the City Guard of E/dinburgh,...


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I have such dread when I shall die,/ Not knowing how nor in what place,


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Ejaculations & dying words, &c. to his wife

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My Dear/ MY distress calls me to think of parting with you,


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JAMES BEATEAN [sic], son of a gentleman/ in Nottingham-shire,...


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The wonderful predictions of the Reverend Mr. Christopher Love

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A Few nights after he was sentenced to be behead-/ed on Tower-Hill,...


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WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the key at/(home,/ and all the warld to sleep are gane


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O Black's the conclusion of this strong delusion,


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WHEN Sol did cast no light, being darkened over


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COme says the Captain, I think it high time,


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A new song on the valiant M'Crawso f [sic] Seaforth's regiment who defeated the French invasion on the island of Jersey, April 1779


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TIBBY Fowler in the glen,/ has o'er mony wooing at her


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IF you please to draw near till the truth I declare,


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PART I./ BEHOLD here's a ditty, the truth, and no jest,/ Concerning a young gentleman in the east,/ Who by his great gaming came to poverty,/ And afterwards went many a voyage to sea.


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THE Roving maids of Edinburgh,/ they are both brisk and airy,/ They make young men to laugh at them,/ their heads so high they carry,


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COME all you that love to be merry,/ draw near unto my song,/ It is of a jest in Lincoln-shire/ that lately had been done.


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LOvers I pray lend an ear to this story,/ take an example by this constant pair,


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LOvers I pray lend an ear to this story,/ Take an example by this constant pair,


Title_of_Work:
A song, to a robin red-breast, By Paul Pesitive [sic]


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O Wo be unto Prelacie/ that ever it did stand


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When I was a rakish young fellow,/ I never took care in my life,/ I travelled this country all over,/ and in every town a fresh wife;


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QUEST. WHAT is the great busi-/mess a man hath to do/ in the world?


Title_of_Work:
Dying words to his wife and children. To his wife

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MY DEAR,/ MY distress calls me to think of parting with you,


Work_Notes:
3 pages of verse narrative and 4 pages of prose narrative


Title_of_Work:
Europe's warning-piece. Or good news to Britain

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NEAR the town of Maidstone, in the county of/ Kent,...


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Wife. I Wonder where my bungling, cobling, num-/skul, sapnodle, rambles at this time of night,


Title_of_Work:
The life and transactions of Peter Brown

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SOME time ago, there lived a man at/ Perin in Cornwall,...


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Q. What is the wisest behaviour of ig-/norant persons?/ A. To speak of nothing but what they/ know, and to give their opinion of no-/thing but what they understand.

Work_Notes:
10.5 pages of prose question-answer paragraphs followed by a further 10 pages of prose stories


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(How a man or maid shall know their/ dream. whether they shall have them/ they love, or not.)/ IF a maid loves a man, and dreams she/ is going to church with another man,

Work_Notes:
20 pages of dream interpretations and prophecies in prose with a .5 page conclusion


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IN the county of Fyfe, on the sea-cost,/ there stands a little town inhabited by few/ but fishers, called Buckey-harbour, be-/cause of sea buckies and shells to be found/ so plenty on the rocks about that place.


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DAVID HAGGART was born at a/ farm town called the Golden Acre,/ near cannon-mills, Edinburgh, on the/ 24th day of June, 1821 [sic], his father was a/ game keeper,...

Work_Notes:
20-page prose narrative with a song of 6 4-line verses


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MY design in this short treatise, in only to set/ forth...


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YOU that in pleasant tales delight,/ to pass the time away,


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MR. GEORGE BUCHANNAN was a Scotsman born,/ and of mean parentage, made great progress in learning./ As for his understanding and ready wit, he exceeded all men/ then alive, in that age, that ever proposed questions to him.


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(Of his Birth and Parentage, and what past between him and the Country Vicar.)/ IN the reign of King Arthur, near the land's end/ of England,...


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(Of his birth and parentage, and what past between him and the Country Vicar.)/ IN the reign of King Arthur, near the land's end of/ England,...


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(Now lend your lugs,...)/ AN honest miller won'd in Fife,/ That had a young and wanton wife,


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IT was the custom of King Henry VIII, to walk late/ in the night, into the city,...


Title_of_Work:
The history of wise Willy, and witty Eppie, the ale wife. Part I.

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AMONGST several ancient old records/ this Bucky is not mentioned.


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THE madness of the unmuzzled age has driven/ me to mountains of thought, and a continued/ meditation;


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O tell me, my bonnie young lassie,/ O tell me the way for to woo;


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You may talk of the land that gave Patrick his/ fame,


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The sprig of shilelah, and shamrock so green


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BONNY lassie, will ye go,/ Will ye go, will ye go,/ Bonny lassie will ye go,/ To the birks of Aberfeldy.


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Is there for honest poverty/ That hangs his head, and a' that;/ The coward slave, we pass him by,/ And dare be poor for a' that.


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SURE wont you hear what roving cheer/ Was spread at Paddy's wedding O,


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Why, fair maid, in every feature,/ Are such signs of fear exprest?/ Can a wandering wretched creature,/ With such terror fill thy breast?


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Our bugles had sung, for the night-cloud had low-/er'd,/ And the sentinel stars set the watch in the sky,


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MY lassie is lovely as May-day adorning,


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There's nought but care on every hand,/ In ev'ry hour that passes, O.


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IN the midst of the sea, like a tough man of war


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ONE midsummer morning, all nature look'd gay,


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The Duke of Gordon had three daughters/ Elizabeth, Margaret, and Jean;/ They would not stay in bonny Castle-Gordon,/ But they went to bonny Aberdeen.


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Of all the Scottish Northern chiefs,/ Of high and mighty name,/ The bravest was Sir James the Ross,/ A knight of meikle fame.


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The gypsies came to our good lord's gate/ And wow but they sang sweetly;


Title_of_Work:
Paddy Carey's fortune, or Irish Promotion


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CANTO I./ BARD./ WHEN men of mettle thought it nonsence/ To heed that cleping thing ca'd conscience/ And by free-thinking had the knack/ Of jeering ilka work it spake;


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MRS. Jane Shore was the daugh-/ter of Mr Thomas Wainstead/ a citizen of good repute who lived in/ Cheapside, by trade a mercer.


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The history of John Cheap, from his own mouth

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BY chance, at some certain time, donbtless [sic] against/ my will I was born at Hottam, near Habertoy mill;...


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The coalman's courtship to the creel-wife's daughter

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ALL you that's curious of courtship/, give attention to the history of/ Mary and her son Sawny,...


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A full, and true account of that arrival and landing of Enoch that wonderful Roman prophet

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To the READER./ IT is humbly to be presumed, that there/ needs no eloquence or persuasion to infuse/ into people,...


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The story of Cinderilla or, the little glass slipper

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ONCE there was a gentleman, who married for/ his second wife, the proudest and most haughty/ woman that ever was seen.


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IN Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,/ Of whom brave Chaucermention [sic] makes,/ She lived a licentious life/ And namely in venereal acts.


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PART I./ Jockey. HEY Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent/ fouks hame wi' ye the night?/ Mag]. Wiltu come awa' than, Johnny, I sain wad

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33.5-page prose narrative in 5 parts, including passages of dialogue


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PART. I./ DURING a residence of some years continuance in/ the neighbourhood of the sea, an Officer in the Na-/vy called upon the Writer, and stated that he had just/ taken a lodging in the parish for his wife and children;...

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23 page prose narrative including 'The negro's prayer' (14 4-line verses)


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How long and drearie is the night,/ When I am frae my dearie,/ I restless lie frae e'en to morn/ Though I were ne'er sae wearie.


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OF all the Scottish northern chiefs/ Of high and mighty name./ The bravest was Sir JAMES the Ross/ a knight of meikle fame


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'TWAS when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was/ fa'in,


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IN Rome a Nobleman did wed/ A virgin of great fame;/ A fairer creature never did/ Dame Nature ever frame.


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The Laird o' Cockpen he's proud an' he's/ great;


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As I came o'er the highland hills,/ to a farmer's house I came,


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THREESCORE and ten of us,/ Poor old maids,


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PEACE and contentment consist not in wealth,


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1 6-line verse and 4 4-line verses with refrain


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O will I come, when yont the nowes/ The setting sun has hid his ee,


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YE banks, and braes, and streams around/ The castle of o'Montgomery,/ Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,


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A wee bird came to our ha' door,/ He warbled sweet and clearly,/ An' aye the o'ercome o' his sang/ Was, "Waes me for Prince Charly!"


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'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town,/ In the rosy time of the year,/ Sweet flow'rs bloom'd, and the grass was down,/ And each shepherd woo'd his dear.


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7 4-lines verses, including 4-line chorus (verse 1 repeated)


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Hey the bonnie, ho the bonnie,/ Hey the bonnie breast knots;


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" O cam you here the fight to shun,/ Or herd the sheep wi' me man,


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Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,/ Oh! Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier./ 'Twas on a Monday morning, right early in the/ year,/ When Charlie came to our town, the young/ Chevalier.

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1 4-line verse and 1 8-line verse with 2-linechorus


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O this is no mine ain lassie,/ Fair though the lassie be;

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5 4-line verses and 4-line chorus which is also the first verse


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You broken hearted Emigrants who wish for liberty,


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BRITONS bauld, though Britons few, On the plains o' Waterloo;


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WHA wadna be in love/ Wi' bonny Maggy Lauder?/ A piper met her her [sic] gaun to Fife/ And spier'd what was't they ca'd her.


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As Patie cam up frae the glen,/ Driving his wethers before him,


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THE subject of these Memoirs, was a daughter of/ Mr MOSES ATWOOD, merchant of Haverhill, Mas-/sachusetts, North America,...


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The Duke of Gordon had three daughters,/ Elizabeth, Marg'ret, and Jean,/ They would not stay in bonny Castle-Gordon,/ but they went to bonny Aberdeen.


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BENEATH a green shade I fand a fair maid,


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LET us go Lassie, go/ To the braes of Balquither,


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MAN./ BONNY lassie will you wed me for I prize thee/ above all others,

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9 4-line verse narrative in the form of a dialogue between a man and woman


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The sun had gane down oer the lofty Benlomond


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O Bessy Bell and mary Gray,/ They were twa bonnie lasses;


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'Twas even, the dewey fields were green,/ On every blade the pearls hang;


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O DINNA think, bonnie lassie I'm gaun to leave/ thee;


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LOUDEN'S bonny Woods and Braes,/ I maun lea them a' Lassie,


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LEAVE off your tittle tattle,/ And I'll tell you of a Iartle [sic],


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Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie/ gone?/Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie/ gone?

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25-lines fo verse with some lines repeated


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Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns/ Bring autumn's pleasant weather;


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THE War for many months was o'er,/ e'er I could reach my native shade,


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Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa',/Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift/ and the snaw,


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Tarry woo, tarry woo,/ Tarry woo is ill to spin,/ Card it weel, card it weel,/ Card it weel ere ye begin.


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It fell on a day, and a bonny summer day./ When the corn grew green and yellow,


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Come Carls a' of Fumbler's ha',/ and I will tell yon o' our fate,/ Since we hae married wives that's braw,/ and canna please them when 'tis late.


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The smiling morn, the breathing spring/ Invite the tuneful birds to sing,/ And while they warble from each spray,/ Love melts the universal lay,


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'Twas on a Friday afternoon/ I took a trip about Glenfroin,


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O wha's at the window, wha? wha?/ O wha's at the window, wha? wha?/ Wha but blythe Jamie Glen,


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My chaise the vilage Inn did gain, Just as the sun's last setting ray, Tip'd with refulgent gold the vane,


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WHEN as King Henry rul'd this land,/ The second of that name;/ Besides the queen, he loved dear/ A fair and comely dame.


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PART I./ Come all you young lovers in Scotland draw near,/ Unto this sad story which now you shall hear,

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48 4-line verse narrative in three parts


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Ye vicious youths a while I pray draw near,/ A pious pattern I have for you here,


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In yonder glen, beside a meadow,/ Liv'd Nanse, an auld, bien, honest widow,

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7-page verse narrative with synopsis on title-page


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After remaining a close prisoner for some months in a/ bookseller's shop, I was liberated, and taken to the country,...


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CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS, the celebrated naviga-/tor, and first discoverer of America, was a na-/tive of Genoa


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INTRODUCTION./ DREAMS, though some, very ignorant in such rare mysteries have slighted them, are, by the sages and wise men of all ages, very significant;


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The sinner's sobs; or, The sinner's way to Sin's [sic] joy

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Acts. ii 17./ Now when they heard this, they were pricked in their hearts, and said to the other apostles, men and brethren what shall we do to be saved?


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THE Scottish Rebellion of 1745-46, is acknowledged to be as strange and full of adventure as any fiction ever penned.


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Napoleon Buonaparte, the most celebrated soldier and conqueror in the modern world, was born at Ajaccio in Corsica, on the 15th August 1769,...


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NO event ever struch Europe, we may say the world, with such wonder and astonishment, as the sudden appearance of Napoleon Bonaparte on the coast of France, in March 1815


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The great utility of Letter-Writing is so well known, that the necessity of aquiring such an art every one will allow.

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22.5-pages of examples of letters and answers


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BEFORE proceeding to give an account of this splendid naval engagement,...


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BEFORE narrating the principal actions in the life of this extraordinary character, it may be useful to prefix some account of the state of religion in Scotland previous to the Reformation.


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WHEN the doctrines of the Reformation were first introduced into Scotland, the Catholic clergy, in the true spirit of bigotry and intolerance peculiar to their religion,...


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IN the outset of the history of this hero, we have to regret that so little is known of his younger years, and so few of those personal and private anecdotes whish give biography its charm.


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The master and mistress of the above female were most inhumanly butchered, by having their throats cut from ear to ear.


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PART FIRST./ DARK was the night, and wild the storm,/ And loud the torrent's roar;/ And loud the sea was heard to dash/ Against the distant shore.

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21-page 4-line verse narrative with 1 page of notes


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An explanation of the circles of the sphere, and some other terms of astrology, for the easier understanding of this book, and further information of the reader.

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15-page account, with 1-page table of 'the planetary hour of every day in the week' also included is an illustration of the 'Tree of fate' with 1-page explanation and 'To the reader' a 3-page introduction to the work as a whole


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When you go to bed, put under your pillow a prayer book, opened at the marriage service, bound with garters, a sprig of myrtle on the words, "with this ring I thee wed", and your dream will be ominous./ Abuse. To dream that you are abused or insulted is a

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18-page instruction on the interpretation of dreams


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The universal fortune teller. Secret indications.

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Judgements to be drawn from the hair./ The hair is one of the most beautiful and natural ornaments that adorn the head of man or woman.

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7.5 page prose treatise, also covering the beard, the chin, neck, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, face in general


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RELIGION makes me happy every where" said the old soldier, Hardy, as he rested his weary limbs on a mossy bank [be]side the road,


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Miss AGNES RAE, who assassinated Mr Wilson, on Friday, at his residence at Bingham, in the county of Kent, was a fine yomng [sic] lady of considerable accomplishments, and superior to the generality of her sex in personal charms.

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7-page prose narrative including a poem of 7 4-line verses


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Where have the lower classes" learned the vice of beating their wives.


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THE many shocking crimes committed in and about London as well as frauds and cheats daily practized on the unwary tradesman, mechanic and deluded countrymen, call aloud for detection and discovery.


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MR. GEORGE BUCHANAN was a Scotsman born and though of mean parentage, made great progress, in learning. As for his understanding and ready wit, he excelled all men then alive in that age that ever proposed questions to him.


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Merry Porteus of Old, as by Ovid/ we're told,/ Could vary his shape as he chose;/ Then why should not he my model be/ When in charity's name I impose.

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6 4-line verses connected with prose 'spoken' passages


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Isaiah xlix. 24 Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered?/ WE claim a special interest in this place of Scripture, and many other places also,...


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A Gentleman of Norwich, who lately returned from a tour into Derbyshire, gives the following account of his visit to a Lead Mine near Castleton./ On our return from seeing Peak's Hole, our guide told us, that if we were fond of sights of the kind,...


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1. MR ALEXANDER PEDEN was born in the parish of Sorn, in the sheriffdom of Ayr. After that he past his course at the College, he was employed for some time to be School-Master, Precentor and Session-Clerk, to Mr. John Guthrie, Minister of the Gospel at Ta


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The entertaining history of the early years of Napoleone Bonaparte, Emperor of France

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THE following account of the early years of the Emperor BONAPARTE, is from the pen of a Noble Emigrant,... of


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MEGGOT was the family name of Mr. Elwes; and his name being John,...


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I./ ALTHO' in number I'm the smallest,/ O'er Kings I reign, and beat the tallest./ The Ace of Trumph.

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23 pages of riddles (92 in total) in verse


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I am a Rover brisk and bold,/ the truth I really tell to you,


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I being once in Edinburgh,/ I ne'er was there before,


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Young men and maids, I pray draw near,/ And listen a while unto my song


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Ye lads and lasses every where,/ That do reside in ____ fair,


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THE sky with clouds was overcast,/ The rain began to fall,


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COOPER Davie gat a wife,/ To be the comfort o' his life;


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WHEN I was a schoolboy, aged ten,/ Oh mighty little Greek I knew;


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Again we've waur'd December cauld,/ The New-Year hail'd an' a' that;


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CAuld and raw the North did blaw,/ bleak in the morning early;/ A' the fields were hid with snaw,


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WHen wild war's deedly blast was blawn,/ and gentle peace returning,/ And eyes again with pleasure beam'd,/ That had been bleer'd with mourning;


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NOW you shall hear, what roving cheer,/ was spread at Paddy's wedding, O;/ And how so gay they spent the day,/ from church unto the bedding, O;


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AND now to be breef [sic]/ And pass our the rest/ And come to this joke/ Which is now to be past;


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THE Lord of Roslin's Daughter,/ Walks thro' the wood her lane,/ And by came Captain Wedderburn,/ A servant to the King:


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FROM Spey to the border,/ Was peace and good order;


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THE tired soldier, bold and brave,/ Now rests his wearied feet,


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I Am a rake and a rambling boy,/ I'm lately come from Auchnacloy;/ A rambling boy altho' I be,/ I'll forsake them all and go with thee.


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FY let us a' to the Bridal,/ For there will be lilting there,/ For Jock's to be marry'd to Maggy,/ The lass wi' the gouden hair.


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AS I cam' in by Calder fair,/ And yont the Lappard Lee man,/ There was braw kissing there,/ Come but and kiss wi' me, man:


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COME here all young men and maidens fair,/ And hearken to me while I do relate


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Upon a simmer afternoon,/ A wee before the sun gade down,/ My lassie in a braw new gown,/ Cam' o'er the hills to Gowrie


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The Polly privateer; or Unfortunate Jack's last shift

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Come all ye gallant Seamen,/ and listen unto me,/ While I relate a bloody fight,


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The history of Jack and the gaints [sic]

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PART I./ Of his birth and Parentage, and what past between him and the Country Vicar. / In the reign of King Arthur, near the Land's-end of England...


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PART I. The following Relation is taken from his own Mouth Verbatim./ I JOHN CHEAP by chance, at some certain time, doubtless against my will, was born at the Hottom, near habertehoy mill: My father was a Scots highlandman, and my mother a Yorkshire wench


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The life of the honourable Col. James Gardiner

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COL. JAMES GARDINER was the son of Captain Patrick Gardiner,...


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THE history of Sir WILLIAM WALLACE, with the other of the valiant King ROBERT BRUCE, which followeth upon the end of it,...


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None so deaf as those who will not hear./ A true humourous Tale.../ As the art of true humour is very difficult to attain, and very rarely met with,...


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ON Friday, 5th inst. Moses M'Donald, sentenced to suffer death at last assizes, was executed here pursuant to his sentence.


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The fury of civil war was not confined to Ireland, as soon as the news of James's arrival in that country was brought into Scotland,...


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John Highlandman's remarks on the city of Glasgow

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Her nainsel into Glasgow went,/ an erran there to see't,/ And she never saw a ponnier [sic] town/ standing on her feet.


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THIS world's a stage,/ On which mankind engage,/ And each acts his part in the throng;/ But all is confusion,/ Mere folly, delusion,/ And faith, nothing else but a song,


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GILL Morice was an Earl's son,/ his name it waxed wide,/ It was nae for his great riches,/ nor yet his meikle pride.


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Low-lands of Holland hath twin'd my love and me


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FArewel the sweet pleasures of loving,/ the flowers and meadows so gay,


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I am lonesome since I cross'd the hills,/ and over the moors that tire me,/ With heavy thoughts my heart doth fill,/ since first I parted with Betsey;


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I Built my love a gallant ship,/ and a ship of northern fame,


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WHERE is my constant jewel,/ my joy and heart's delight?


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MY daddie is dead and left me some lan',/ lass gin ye lo'e me tell me true:


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THOUGH late as a waiter,/ I ran up and down,/ With bottles glasses, claret,


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O Pity an innocent maiden,/ in Bedlam I lie confin'd,/ With sorrow and grief overlaiden,


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A Brisk young Tar from Sandy Flans,/ in Wapping spent his money,/ On jilts that gave him words as smooth/ as oil, and sweet as honey:


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FY let us a' to the Bridal,/ For there will be lilting there,/ For Jockey's to be marry'd to Maggy,/ The lass wi' the gouden hair.


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IT was on a fine summer's morning,/ as birds sweetly sung on each bough,/ I heard a fair maid sweetly singing,/ as she sat a milking her cow


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WHen as King Henry rul'd this land,/ the second of that name;/ Besides the queen he loved dear,/ a fair and comely dame.


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IN the midst of the sea, like a tough man of war,/ Pull away pull away, yo ho! there,

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7 7-line verses with chorus of 2 lines the last line of which is different in each verse


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THERE was a mournful damsel,/ all in her blooming years,


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THERE was a reg'ment of Irish dragoons,/ and they were a marching thro' Derby O;


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MY friends, I've liv'd among you many years,/ Mind my words, attend and you shall hear,


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WHEN our ancient forefathers agreed wii the laird,/ For a piece o' good grun' to be a kail yard,


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The strange and wonderful predictions of Mr. Christopher Love

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A Few nights after he was sentenc'd to be beheaded on Tower-Hill, which was on the 22d day of August, in the year 1651,...


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The wonderful and most astonishing account of Alexander Libanus

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IN Libyssa there lately lived one, called Alexander Libanus, who, in his younger years, appeared to have great zeal for truth and piety,..


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THE following account, tho' as well attested as any historical fact can be, is almost incredible, for monstrous and unparalleled barbarities;


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LEPER's father lived in a village about six miles from Glasgow, and died when Leper was but very young; he left a widow and three children, two daughters and a son,...


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LEPER's Landlady became very harsh to his Master, and very often abused him exceeding sore with both tongue and hands,...


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The grand solemnity of the taylor's funeral, who lay nine days in state on his own garret shop board

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THIS Taylor in his Life-time desired, That all those who came to attend his Funeral, might be handsomely entertained with a Half-penny Roll, and a pint of ale;


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PART I./ THIS Thomas Black, vulgarly called Lothian Tom, because of that country, was born four miles from Edinburgh, his father, being a very wealthy farmer, gave him good education,...


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TALE I./ THERE were two men of Gotham, and one of them was going to Nottingham market to buy sheep, and both met together on Nottingham bridge.


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CHAP. I./ The birth of St. George; how he was stolen away from his nurses, and how he delivered himself, and the other six Champions, from the Cave of Kalby, the Enchantress./ AFTER that this our island (first inhabited by Brute) began to flourish...


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Tom. GOod-morrow, Sir this is a very cold day./ Teague. Arra, dear honey, yesternight was a very cold morning.


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IN Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,/ Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes:/ She lived a licencious life,/ And namely in venereal acts:

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IN Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,/ Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes:/ She lived a licencious life,/ And namely in venereal acts:

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22-page verse narrative including 8-line 'conclusion' which is preceded by a 1-page prose introduction 'To the reader'


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PART I./ CHAP I./ How King Henry VIII. used to visit the watches in the city, and how he became acquainted with a merry jolly Cobler. IT was the custom of KING HENRY VIII. late in the night, to walk into the city disguised,...


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The surprizing adventures, of Jack Oakum, & Tom Splicewell

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AT the conclusion of the war, Jack Oakum and Tom Splicewell, two sailors, who had been some time on shore,...


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CHAP. I./ How the French King, upon King Edward the third's coming to the Crown,.../ WHEN the English valour was more renowned than that of other nations, our heroes brought a terror on their enemies,...


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ONE evening, in the month of September 1731, a girl nine or ten years old,...


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MASTER THOMAS THOROUGHGOOD, the younger son of a country gentleman, was put out apprentice to an eminent tradesman in Cheapside. The master, finding his business increase, was obliged to take another about two years after, whose name was Francis Froward.


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ONCE upon a time, when geese were swine, and birds built nests in old men's beards, as hereafter they may do in mine,...

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22-page prose narrative in 7 'tales' which is preceded by a 1-page preface


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The life and adventures of Ambrose Gwinett

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I Was born of reputable parents in the city of Canterbury, where my father, living at the sign of the blue anchor, dealt in slops.


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The history of Manalay and his cruel brother: or, The chaste empress

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IN Rome there once dwelt a mighty Emperor named MANALAY, who had wedded the King's Daughter of Hungaria,...


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An account of several remarkable earthquakes, &c.

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Kirchers Account of the Earthquake in Calabria, in 1638./ On the 24th of March, we launched (in a small boat) from the harbour of Messina in Sicily,...


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CHAP. I./ A Merry Jest betwixt old Mother Winter, and her Son-in-law Tom./ THERE was an old woman, named Mother Winter, that had but one son-in-law, and his name was Tom; and though he was at man's estate, yet would do nothing but what he listed,...

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17.5-page prose narrative in 11 chapters


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AMongstt several ancient records, this Bucky is not mentioned; there was a set called Buccaniers, who were pirates, that is to say sea-robbers,...


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BEFORE the Christian religion had blessed the European world, in the well known kingdom of Bohemia,...


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QUESTION I./ INTO this world I came haning,/ And from the same I was gang-/ing,/ I was cruelly batter'd and squeez'd,/ And men with my blood were well pleas'd./ A. A pippin pounded into cyder.

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23-pages of riddles and 'comical questions' with illustrations


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In EDinburgh there lies a company/ Of bonny lads, so bold and free,/ They're pretty lads, and men of fame,/ The Glasgow Greys called by name;

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9 6-line verses and Fal lal de ral &c. chorus


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YOung virgins all I pray draw near,/ A pretty story you shall hear,


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THere was a rich man, and he liv'd in the city,/ He had a handsome wife, & she was witty,


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O Were I able to rehearse,/ My ewie's praise in proper verse;


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WHA wou'dna be in love/ wi' bonny Maggy Lauther,


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A Jolly Jack Tar, but a little while since,/ As drunk as a beggar, as bold as a prince,

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12 4-line verses and 'Derry down' chorus


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THERE was a bridal in this town,/ And till't the lasses a' was boun'


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COme all you pretty maids, take warning by me,/ And let not love affect you in any degree,


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The old hulk laid up or, The new way of Tom Tough

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MY name d'ye see's Tom Tough,/ I've seen a little service,


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AS I was a walking one morning in spring,/ To hear the birds whistle & nightingale sing,/ I heard a fair maid and she was making her moan,


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I Am a bold Shoe-maker, from Belfast town I came,/ And to my sad misfortune, I listed in the train.


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FY let us a' to the Bridal,/ for there will be lilting there,/ For Jockey's to be marry'd to Maggy,/ The lass wi' the gouden hair.


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FArewell to you dear Nancy./ likewise my children three


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The sailor's wife's policy; or The knowing barber taken in

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ALL you that love mirth if you'll listen a while,/ My comical ditty will make you to smile


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THrough Liddesdale lately I went,/ and musing on did pass,


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IN Rome a Nobleman did wed,/ a Virgin of great fame;/ A fairer creature never did/ dame Nature ever frame;


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In Scotland there lived a humble Beggar,/ He had neither house, nor hauld, nor hame,/ But he was well liked by ilka bodie,/ And they gae him sunkets to rax his wame.


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YOU fair maids of England and Ireland also,/ Come listen a while and soon you shall know,


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The famous battle of Rosline, fought on the plains of Rosline, Anno Dom. 1303, about five miles south of Edinburgh where 10,000 Scots, led by Sir John Cummin, and Sir Simon Frazer, defeat in three battles, in one day, 30,000 of their enemies

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LEAVE off your tittle tattle,/ And I'll tell you of a battle,/ Where claymore and targe did rattle,/ At Rosline on the lee.


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FAIRY TALES./ TALE I./ Little Red Riding Hood./ ONCE upon a time, there lived in a certain village, a little country girl, the prettiest creature ever was seen.


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UPON the night when Fairies light,/ On Cassilis-Downans dance,

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28 9-line verses interspersed with numerous footnotes and preceded by a 4-line quote by Goldsmith


Title_of_Work:
The life and sufferings of Mr. Peter Williamson

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I WAS born in Hirnly, in the parish of Aboyne, and county of Aberdeen, North Britain, of reputable parents...


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ON the 4th of July 1643, Philip Quarle, a native of Bristol, being then about eighteen years of age entered as a sailor on board of the ship Endeavour,...


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Peter./ HOW now, Dorothy, where have you been to day?/ Dorothy./ What's that to thee, thou bold fac'd cuckold rogue.

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7-page prose narrative in the form of a dialogue between Dorothy and Peter


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The sufferings and perigrinations of this Scotsman, who far out-walked the late famous Coryate, "seem," says Mr. Granger, "to raise him almost to the rank of a martyr, and a hero."


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THE parents of the unfortunate JAMES M'LUSKY belonged to the North of Ireland. About twenty years ago they came to this country, and resided for some time at Lochwinnoch, where he was born.


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WHA was ance like Willie Gairlace,/ Wha in neebouring town or farm?/ Beauty's bloom was in his fair face,/ Deadly strength was in his arm.


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Glasgow, 22d October 1828. - This morning, THOMAS CONNOR & BELL M'MENEMY were Executed in front of the Court Houses,...


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THE following authentic List of Criminals who have been Executed at Glasgow, are taken from CLELAND'S ANNALS OF GLASGOW, and other official records.

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7-page list of criminals with 1 paragraph introduction


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GLASGOW/ Executed at the Howgatehead, where the Monkland Canal Basin is./ Hugh Bisland, robbery July 10, 1765/ Agnes Dougal, murder Nov 4, 67...


Title_of_Work:
The life and exploits of Richard Turpin, the highwayman

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THE villian commonly called Dick Turpin must be regarded as one of the most distinguished public characters familiar to the country in which he figured;...


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From the Glasgow Herald, Nov. 23, 1843/ We understand that Robert Hall was found dead on Wednesday last, in a hay-loft in Thistle Street, Hutchesontown, belonging to Mr Whitelaw,...


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THERE once came, what of late happened so often in Ireland, a hard year.


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EDWARD the First of England, soon after the death of Alexander the Third, King of Scotland,...


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THE following melancholy facts should never have gained publicity, to wound the feelings of the relatives of the unfortunate sufferers,...


Title_of_Work:
The life, sufferings, a [sic] surprising adventures of Elizabeth Smith

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I am a native of Greenock, my parents are respectable merchants of that town. I was born on the 1st of October, 1822.

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5-page prose narrative followed by a 10 4-line verse narrative


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The Orion left Liverpool on Monday afternoon at three o'clock, with 115 cabin, and 45 steerage passengers.

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8-page prose narrative including lists of those 'lost' and 'saved'


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DEATH./ FAIR Lady, lay your costly robes aside,/ No longer may you glory in your pride;


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PART I./ Come all you young lovers in Scotland draw near,/ Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear,/ Concerning two lovers that liv'd in the North,/ Among the high mountains that stand beyond the/ Forth.


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ADIEU! a heart-warm, fond adieu!/ dear brothers of the mystic tye!


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Fare you well, dear wife and children,/ For now I'm going o sea;


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FROM Dublin to London I came,/ and that, by my soul, was a blunder

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6 8-line verses with 'Fal de dal, &c.' chorus


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LITTLE squalid Nap over Europe hecter'd,/ And the upstart chap vanquish'd monarchs/ lecter'd,

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11 4-line verses with 'Too ral loo ral loo, &c.' chorus


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Sing, all ye bards, with loud acclaim,/ Give glory high to gallant Graham,


Title_of_Work:
The trade o' langsyne, or, The mechanic's farewell

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When you and I together met,/ The trade was in its prime;


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Come all you jolly sailors bold,/ that live by tuck of drum,/ I'll tell you of a rank robber,/ now on the seas is come.


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On Esebeth harbour, that place call'd Hiltown,/ Where the rivers & fountains they did me surround;


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Farewell to the land, where the gloom of my glory/ Arose and o'ershaded the earth with her name,


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We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side,/ Whare the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn/ side:


Title_of_Work:
The crafty princess; or, [The gol]den bull

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PART I./ COME listen young lovers, a while, and you'll find/ That crosses attend often true lovers kind,/ The like in all ages was never in print,/ No doubt but this will give you content.


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KEEN the frosty winds war blawin',/ deep the snaw had wreathed the ploughs,/ Watty, weary't a' day sawin',/ daunert down to Mungo Blue's,


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My early love I canna rue,/ My bonnie blue e'ed Mary, O!


Title_of_Work:
On the memorable Battle of Bannockburn, fought on the 25th of June, 1314.

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FROM the ocean emerged bright Phoebus's/ ray,/ Big with the importance of Bannockburn's day,


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O Love is the saul [sic] of a neat Irishman,/ He loves all the lovely, loves all that he can,/ With hisSprig [sic] of Shilela and Shamrock so green.


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In the year eighteen hundred and fourteen, we hear/ That a new corn bill on the stage did appear;


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WHEN I was young, and youth did bloom,/ where fancy led me I did rove,/ From town to town the nation round,


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PART I./ COme all ye young lovers in Scotland draw near,/ Unto this sad story which now ye shall hear,/ Concerning two lovers that liv'd in the north,/ Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond/ Forth.


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Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?/ Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?/ I've been by burn and flow'ry brae,


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CHAP. I./ Dr. Faustus' birth and education; with an account of his falling from the Scriptures./ DOCTOR JOHN FAUSTUS was born in Germany; his father was a poor labouring man,...


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CHAP. I./ A Woman who has haughty looks, is under the infection of the plague, even pride; she is ignorant of herself, and thinks as much as she is her own maker, always despising her fellow creatures, as if she was not the seed of Adam.

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6.5 page prose narrative followed by a .5 page advertisement


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UPON the 3d day of February 1724, at seven o'clock at night, after I had parted with Thurston, and was coming up the Burial Road,...


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THE history of Sir William Wallace, with the other of the valiant King ROBERT BRUCE, which followeth upon the end of it, and of which this is an abridgement,...


Title_of_Work:
Christ's Kirk on the green. In three cantos

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CANTO I./ WAS ne'er in Scotland heard or seen/ Sic dancing and deray;/ Nouther at Faulkland on the Green,/ Nor Peebles at the play,

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23-page 9-line verse narrative interspersed with prose pasages


Title_of_Work:
Jockey and Maggy's courtship, as they were coming from the market

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PART I./ Jockey. HEY, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent fouks hame wi' ye the night?/ Mag. Wiltu come awa' than, Johnny, I fain wad be hame or the kye come in,...


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How persons may know their partner's disposition and temper, by the hair, eyes, nose, &c./ HAir that is slender and hangs down, not curling, betokens a weak body,...

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10.5-page collection of prose passages including information on the art of 'courtship', interpretation of dreams, letter-writing to 'sweet hearts' and some short verses


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THE history of Sir WILLIAM WALLACE, with the other of the valiant King ROBERT BRUCE, which followeth upon the end of it, and of which this is an abridgement,...


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I Was born in the year 1726, at Koenigsberg in Prussia. My father descended from an ancient family, was General of Cavalry.


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God prosper long our Noble King,/ Our lives and safeties all-/ A woeful hunting once there did/ In Chevy chase befal.


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On yonder hill a castle stands,/ With walls and towers bedight,/ And yonder lives the Child of Elle,/ A young and comely Knight.


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Sound the Horn,/ Hailing the morn,/ Bonny lad march over muir and furrow.

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3 6-line verses with first verse repeated as chorus


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There was a jolly beggar,/ and a begging he had been,/With his fal de dal lal a,/ And he took up his quarters/ In a house in Aberdeen,


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Allen-a-Dale has no faggot for burning,/ Allen-a-Dale has no furrow for turning,


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Come all you gallant poachers, that ramble void/ of care,/ That walk out on a moonlight night with your/(dog, gun and snare,


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It fell about the Martinmas time,/ and a gay time it was than,/ When our gudewife had puddings to mak,/ and she boiled them in the pan.


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Hark! the hollow woods resounding,/ With the joyful hunters' cry;


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There came a young man to my daddie's door/ My daddie's door my daddie's door


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In the garb of old Gaul wi' the fire of old Rome/ From the heath cover'd mountains of Scotia we/ come,


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'Mid pleasures and palaces though we/ may roam,/ Be it ever so humble, there's no place/ like home;


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Come, listen to me a minute a story I'm going to/ begin it,/ There's something serious in it, so pray attention/ draw;


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I dreamed last night of our earlier days/ Ere I sighed for a sword and a feather;/ As we danced on the hill in the moon's pale rays,/ Hand in hand together.


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I oft have heard of the old man,/ but now I'm fix'd at last


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Last Monday night at sax o'clock,/ To Mirran Gibb's I went, man,


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Contented we' Maggie how blithe hae I been/ This seventeen towmonds we've met aye at e'en


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O this is no my plaid,/ My pliad [sic], my plaid,/ O this is no my plaid/ Bonny though the colours be


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My mither men't my auld breeks,/ an' wow but they were duddy


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She never blamed him, never,/ But received him when he came,


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The sun frae the eastward was peeping,/ and braid through the winnock did stare,

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5 8-line verses with 'Lilt te turan an uran &c' chorus


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In Perth there lived a bonny lad,/ A brewer to his trade o,


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O! Young Lochinvar has come out of the west,/ Through all the wide border his steed was the best;


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MY daddie is dead & left me some lan',/ lass gin ye lo'e me tell me true;


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You pretty young maids and batchelors sweet,/ Draw near unto me while I shall relate,

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58 4-line verses narrative in four parts


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AS I was a walking one morning in May,/ The small birds were singing delightful and gay,/ There I with my true love did oft sport and play,/ Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.


Title_of_Work:
The poor man's counsel: or, The married man's guide

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COme friend if thy leasure permits thee to stay,/ I'll teach thee some precepts the same to obey,


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THE smiling Spring again appears,/ with all the beauties of her strain,


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YE gales, that gently wave the sea,/ And please the canny boat-man,/ Bear me frae hence, or bring to me,/ My brave and bonny Scot-man.


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YOU wanton dames who want to range,/ the country round about;/ Both night and day, to seek and search,/ and find young gallants out,


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YOU gallant young creatures delighting in sport,/ I'd have you to listen a while to this joke,


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SINCE my Old Hat was New, it is/ about four score of years,/ But now it is both old and torn,


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THERE was a wealthy farmer/ liv'd in the south country,


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Farewell! - But whenever you welcome the hour

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Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour,/ That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,


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COME all ye lads and lasses,/ together let us go,


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FY let us a' to the bridal,/ for there will be lilting there,/ For Jocky's to be marry'd to Maggy,/ the lass wi' the gouden hair.


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BLythe young Jean to Bess did say,/ Will ye gang to yon sunny brae,/ Where flocks do feed & herds do stray,/ And sport a while wi' Jamie,


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YE fathers and mothers and children also,/ Come draw near unto me, & soon you shall know,/ The sense of my ditty for I dare to say,/ The like han't been printed this many a day.


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GUardian angels now protect me,/ Send me to the swain I love,


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DRAW near each lover, till I dIscover,/ the grief and anguish that fills my heart,


Title_of_Work:
The low-lands of Holland hath twin'd my love and me

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The love that I have chosen,/ I'll therewith be content,/ The salt sea shall be frozen,/ before that I repent;


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THOUGH late, as a waiter,/ I ran up and down,/ With bottles, glasses, claret,/ rum, and brandy- O!


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'TWas summer & softly the breezes were blowing,/ And sweet the nightingale sung from the tree,/At the foot of a rock where the river was flowing,/ I sat myself down on the banks of the Dee:


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COme all ye true Britons, and be not afraid,/ And lend some assistance our friends for to aid,/ To fight the proud French by sea or by land,/ And let not misconduct appear in our hand.


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PART I./ HERE is a penny worth of wit,/ for those that ever went astray;/ If warning they will take by it,/ 'twill do them good another day.


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IT fell upon the Lambass-tide,/ when the leaves were fresh and green,/ Lizie Bailie's to Gartartan gone,/ to see her sister Jean.


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A Wealthy young 'Squire in Tadworth we hear,/ He courted a nobleman's daughter so dear;/ And for to marry her it was his intent,


Title_of_Work:
The improbability; or, the batchelor's dislike to a married life

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AS I was musing in a grove,/ all by myself as I suppos'd,/ My mind did oft-times me remove,/ but by no means could be compos'd;


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IT was down in yon meadow where sweet vi'lets/ (grow,/ I spy'd a pretty maid a milking her cow,


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AS down on Banna's banks I stray'd/ one evening in May,


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YOung ladies in country and city I pray,/ Give ear to my ditty and hear what I say,


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COme gie's a song Montgom'ry cries,/ And lay your disputes all aside,/ What nonsense is't in folks to chide,/ For what was done before them,


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COME lasses listen unto me,/ in country, town, and city,/ Let my downfal a warning be/ to blooming maids so pretty:


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FAIR beauty of England, fair beauty most bright,/ Is all my heart's pleasure, my joy and delight,


Title_of_Work:
Bob and his landlady; or, The young soldier's frolic

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UPON a march it was my lot/ a billet for to share,


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COme all you young men I pray you attend,/ Unto the few verses which here I have penn'd,


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ONE summer morning as I was a-walking,/ I heard a young damsel making her moan,


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AS I went out in an ev'ning clear,/ down by a shady grove,/ With hasty steps as I went down,/ and there I did spy my love.


Title_of_Work:
The good-man of Auchtermouchtie; or The good-wife turn'd good-man. Being a merry account how the good-man was fitted to his mind

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IN Auchtermouchtie liv'd a man,/ if a' be true that I heard say,/ Who yok'd his pleugh upon the plain,/ upon a wet and windy day.


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UPON a fair morning for soft recreation,/ I heard a fair lady was making her moan,


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WHen the sheep are in the fauld & the ky at hame,/ And a' the warld to sleep are gane,/ The waes of my heart fa's in show'rs frae me eye,/ When my goodman lies sound by me.


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MY friends I would have you take my advice,/ And leave of the practice of cards bowls & dice,


Title_of_Work:
The two contented cuckolds; or, Tit for tat

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DRaw near a while till I relate,/ A trick was play'd at Chestergate,/ Which I think fit to declarate,


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UPON the third of February, 1722, at seven o'clock at night, after that I had parted with Thurston, and coming up the burial-road, one came up riding after me: Upon hearing the noise of the horse's feet, I took it to be Thurston;


Title_of_Work:
Visions, discoveries warnings, and judgements &c. which were revealed, to John Porter of Crossibeig

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IN a dream, being standing as I thought, upon the braes of AYR, I went to a little height near the town, and looking about to the city,...


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PART I./ THIS Thomas Black, vulgarly called Lothian Tom, after his native county, was born four miles from Edinburgh.


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HIS Royal Highness Prince Frederick, second son of George III., and brother to his present Majesty, was born on the 16th of August, 1763.

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23-page prose narrative including an account of the funeral


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UPON the third of February, 1722, at seven o'clock at night, after that I had parted with Thurston, and coming up the burial-road, one came up riding after me;


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MR. GEORGE BUCHANAN was a Scotsman born; and though but of poor parentage, made great progress in learning. As for his understanding and ready wit, he exceeded all men then alive in that age, that ever proposed questions to him.


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O send Lewie Gordon hame,/ And the lad I daurna name;/ Though his back be at the wa',/ Here's to him that's far awa.


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'Midst pleasures and palaces though we/ may roam,/ Be it ever so humble there's no place/ like home,


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Now ponder well, you parents dear,/ The words which I shall write;/ A doleful story you shall hear,/ In time brought forth to light.


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You bold sons of Mars, who've been jaded in wars,/ And subject to many commanders,


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IN London was young Beichan born,/ and foreign actions he long'd to see:/ He pass'd thro' many kingdoms great,/ till at length he came into Turkey,


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OH! tell me, oh tell me bonnie young lassie!/ O tell me young lassie how for to woo!


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"It was on a fair Sabbath morning, 1st June, A.D. 1879, [sic] that an assembly of Covenanters sat down on the heathy mountains of Drumclog.

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16.5-page prose account, "taken from an American Newspaper entitled the 'National Gazette.' It is written by the Laird of Torfoot, an officer in the Presbyterian army," which is preceded by a 3.5-page introduction to the work


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The Forfarshire steamer, a vessel of about 300 tons burthen, under the command of Mr. John Humble, formerly master of the Neptune of this port, sailed from Hull,...


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SECRET INDICATIONS./ Judgements to be drawn from the Hair, according to the substance and colour./ The hair is one of the most beautiful natural ornaments that adorn the head of man or woman.

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6.5 page prose treatise, also covering the beard, the chin, neck, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and moles.


Title_of_Work:
The broken heart. Or, The defeat of Prince Charles

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EARLY in the November of 1745, the news reached Cambridge that Charles Stuart, at the head of his hardy and loyal Highlanders, had crossed the Borders, and taken possession of Carlisle.


Title_of_Work:
The constant lovers; or, Tragical loves of Jemmy and Nancy of Yarmouth

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Part I./ Shewing how beautiful Nancy of Yarmouth fell in love with young Jemmy the sailor,/ LOVERS, I pray, lend an ear to my story,/ Take an example by this constant pair;


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IT is a strange thing that people should ask of the fifteen comforts or pleasures of Matrimony, as is they could be numbered; whereas I affirm, that the pleasures of matrimony are numberless.


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Air.---To dream of the atmosphere, has a variety of interpretations, and depends entirely on the different appearances it has.


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GLENARA./ OH! heard you yon pibroch sound sad in the gale,/ Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?


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I perceive you have had an opportunity of reading ancient histories./ Q. Give an account, if the heathen world had any glimmering light of a redeemer,...

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22-pages prose narrative in the form of questions and answers


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THE jolly old sun! where goes he at night?/ And what does he do when he's out o' sight?


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IT is to be observed, that the Scripture makes mention of three Judases; the first in Judas Maccabeus, the second Judas the son of Joseph, the reputed father of our Lord;


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How sweetly shone the morning sun,/ Upon the bonny ha' house o' Dun;


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TO PREVENT BUGS BREEDING./ Bugs are not only become troublesome at London, ou [sic] are got into some Countries;

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22-pages in prose on how to destroy pests


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Question, What is the wisest behaviour of ignorant persons?/ Answer, To speak of nothing but what they know, and to give their opinion of nothing but what they thoroughly understand.


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ALL that are curious of Courtship, give attention to the history of Mary and her son Sawney,...


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Nicolas Pedrosa, a busy little being, who was shaver, surgeon and man-midwife, in the town of Madrid, mounted his mule at the door of his shop in the Plazuela de los Affigidos,...


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IN Beath once dwelt a worthy wife,/ of whom brave Chaucer mention makes,/ She liv'd a licentious life,/ and namely in veneral [sic] acts;


Title_of_Work:
The life and exploits of Jack Sheppard, the highwayman

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JOHN SHEPPARD was born in the parish of Stepney, in the early part of the year 1702.


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IN yonder glen, beside a meadow,/ Liv'd Nanse, on auld, bien, honest widow,/ Wha had ae daughter named Bess,


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Lovers, I pray, lend an ear to my story,/ Take an example by this constant pair;


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7.5-page verse narrative in four parts consisting of:- Part I. - 5 8-line verses. Part. II. - 7 8-line verses and 1 4-line verse. Part III. - 6 8-line verses and 1 4-line verse. Part IV. - 8 8-line verses and 1 4-line verse


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Now ponder well, you parents dear,/ The words that I shall write;/ A doleful story you shall hear,/ In time brought forth to light.


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'Twas at the silent solemn hour,/ When night and morning meet,/ In glided Margaret's grimly ghost,


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PART I./ Here is a penny worth of wit,/ For those that ever went astray,


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Young virgins fair, of beauty bright,/ And you that are of Cupid's fold,/ Unto my tragedy draw near,/ For it's as true as ever was told.


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Frae the Grampian hills will the Royal ear hear it,/ An' listen to Norman the Shepherd's plain tale,


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Two comical stories your smiles have won,/ The Cork Leg had a most capital run;

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10 4-line verses with 'Ri too ral, &c.' chorus


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In a wee cot house far ayont yon muir,/ Whare peeseweeps, plovers, and whaups cry dreary,


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In Holland there liv'd by Schdam,/ The brother of fam'd Mynheer Von Clam,

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10 4-line verses and 'Ri too la ro, &c.' chorus


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O wha's at the window, wha? wha?/ O wha's at the window, wha? wha?


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One night sad and languid I went to my bed,/ And scarce had reclin'd on my pillow,


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In Beith there liv'd a frail auld man,/ His age was sixty-five an' ten,


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March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,/ Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order?


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The morn was fair, the skies were clear,/ No breath came o'er the sea,


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Sequester'd here, afar from fame,/ And hope's enchanting smile,


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There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,/ The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill,/ For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing,/ To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.


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In the garb of old Gaul, wi' the fire of old Rome,/ From the heath-cover'd mountains of Scotia we come,


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There's nae luck about the house,/ There's nae luck at a';


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When Heaven to soften human care,/ Bade pity sympathize with woe-


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Talk no more of your Railway Carriages-/ Of Steamers that sail your streams;


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Down in yon vale I lives so snug,/ They call me Giles the ploughman's boy;


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Now lend your lugs, ye benders fine,/ Wha ken the benefit o' wine,/ And you wha laughing scud brown ale,

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7-page verse narrative with short introduction


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"OH what is become o' your leal goodman,/ That now you are a' your lane?/ If he has join'd wi' the rebel gang

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42 4-line verses with 10-lines of verse at the end


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A BONNIE laddie brisk and gay,/ A handsome youth sae brisk and gaddie;


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ON Philiphaugh a fray began,/ At Hairhead wood it ended;


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IN the reign of the famous King Edward the Third, there was a little boy called Dick Whittington,


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NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE was born in Ajaccio, in the island of Corsica, near France.


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A FEW centuries ago lived a very wealthy merchant, who had three sons and three daughters.


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PART I./ Jockey. HEY, Maggy, wilt thou stay and tak kent fouk hame wi' ye the night?/ Maggy. Wiltu come awa' then, Johnny,

Work_Notes:
27-page prose narrative in 5 parts, including passages of dialogue


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WHA was aince like Willie Gairlace-/ Wha, in neighbouring town or farm?/ Beauty's bloom was in his fair face,/ Deadly strength was in his arm!

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21-page prose narrative in 5 parts, including passages of dialogue


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The carle he cam' ower the craft,/ Wi' his beard new-shaven;


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PART I./ Jockey. HEY, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent fouks hame wi' ye the night?/ Maggy. Wiltu come awa' then, Johnnie, I fain wad be hame or the kie come in; our mickle Riggy is sic a rummeling royte the rins aye thro' the byre, and slicks a' the bits o

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22-page prose and dialogue narrative in 3 parts


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WITHOUT taking up either time or room in saying a word about the merits of this little work, the Editor leaves the contents to show its value.

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22 pages of instructions on various aspects of home economics incuding recipes, which is preceded by a 'Table for calculating goods by pound, yard, number &c.'


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A LONG time ago, and at a considerable distance from any town, there lived a gentleman, who was not only in possession of great riches,...


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'Bout-gates I hate, quo' girning Maggy Pringle/ Syne harl'd Watty, greeting, thro' the ingle.


Title_of_Work:
The causes and cure of spiritual darkness

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DEAR BROTHER,/ I DO pity you with all my heart, and that not barely from a principle of common benevolence,


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ABOUT a hundred and fifty years ago, lived in the district of Kyle, in Ayrshire, JOHN BROWN, of Priesthill,


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ROBERT M'GREGOR, or ROB ROY, was second son of Donald M'Gregor, of the family of Glengyle,


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MRS. JANE SHORE was daughter to Mr. Thomas Wainstead, a citizen of good repute, who lived in Cheapside, by trade a mercer.


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ONE evening, in the month of September last, a Girl, nine or ten years old, being pressed, as it would seem, by thirst, entered about the twilight into Songi, a village four or five leagues south of Chalons in Champagne, a province of France.


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NEAR Youghal Harbour, one summer morning,/ I met my darling all on the way,


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REJOICE, my brave Weavers, we have won/ the plea,/ And we'll bring down the Tyrants, and make/ them to gree,


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KINGSTON upon Woolwich, a town near York-/shire,/ I lived in splendour, and free from love's care,


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ASSEMBL'D and tyl'd, let us social agree/ With the monarch that sits on the throne,


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THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,/ The dew on his robe it was heavy and chill;/ For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing,/ To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.


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'TWAS at the town of nate Clogheen/ That Sergeant Snapp met Paddy Carey,


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AS I went over yon meadow,/ And carelessly passed along,/ I listen'd with pleasure to Jenny,/ While mournfully singing this song:


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THERE was a Miller stout and strong,/ Fed up wi' beef and brose,


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O HEARD you of Sir James the Rose,/ the young heir o' Buleighan?

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6 8-line verses, 1 6-line verse, 2 8-line verses and a final 4-line verse


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THESE seven long years I've courted a Maid,/ As the sun shines over the valley;


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WHEN I was young and in my prime,/ Where fancy led me I did rove;


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DESCEND ye chaste Nine to a true Irish Bard,/ You're old maids to be sure, but he sends you/ a card,


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YOUNG Roger the Miller has courted of late,/ A farmer's braw daughter call'd beautiful Kate;


Title_of_Work:
The history of the seven wise mistresses

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CHAP. I./ The Empress Lucretia commits her daughter Sabrina to to [sic] the care of the Seven Wise Mistresses,

Work_Notes:
23-page prose narrative with epitaph in 12 chapters


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How every one may know his partner's disposition and temper by the hair, eyes and nose, &c.

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Hair that is slender and hangs down, not curling


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AT a little village, called Woburn, within three miles of High Wickham,


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An awful, desperate and bloody battle, for the breeches

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Peter/ HOW now Dorothy, where have you been today?

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7.5-page prose dialogue between 'Peter and Dorothy'


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WHA was ance like WILLIE GAIRLACE,/ Wha in neebouring town, or farm?/ Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face,/ Deadly strength was in his arm!


Title_of_Work:
A short account of Sir Thomas Learmont, commonly called, Thomas the Rymer

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SIR THOMAS LEARMONT, commonly called Thomas Rymer, was born in the east corner of Fife, of a good family.

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14 pages in prose, with some verse, of the prophecies of 'the Rymer' with a short biographical introduction


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THE history of Sir WILLIAM WALLACE, with the other of the valiant King ROBERT BRUCE, which followeth upon the end of it, and of which this is an abridgement,


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CHAP. I/ The Birth and Adventures of Pericles, King of Assyria;


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Ned gives Harry an account of his Courtship and Marriage State./ Ned./ HONEST Harry! I am glad to see you! You're welcome to York: You're a great stranger. When came you to town.


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To Kill Bugs./ TAKE a convenient quantity of fresh tar, mix it with the juice of wild cucumber,


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LEPER'S father lived in a village about six miles from Glasgow, and died when Leper but very young,


Title_of_Work:
Visions, discoveries warnings and judgements, &c.

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IN a dream, being standing as I thought upon the braes of AYR, I went to a little height near the town, and looking about to the city,


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An Imaginary Apparition, the Effect of Fear. From the Secrets of the Invisible World laid open./ A Sober grave gentleman, who must not wear a name in our story,

Work_Notes:
15-page prose narrative giving accounts of several apparitions


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MR John Ogle, being the youngest son of a gentleman in the town of Northampton his fortune being very small,


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YOU pretty young maids and bachelors sweet/ Come draw near me while I do relate,


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GILDEROY was a bonny boy,/ Had roses til his thoon;


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YE Mariners of England,/ That guard our native seas,/ Whose flag has brav'd a thousand years/ The battle and the breeze;


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WHEN I was a lad, I got cause to be sad,/ My grandmother I did lose, O;/ I'll bet you a can, you have heard of the man,/ His name it was Robinson Crusoe.


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O LOVE is a plague, by night and by day,/ When that post you run your scull again;


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FROM noise and bustle far away hard work my/ time employing,/ How happily did I pass each day, content and/ health enjoying;


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MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale:/ Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward/ in order?


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'TWAS in Trafalgar's bay,/ We saw the Frenchmen lay,


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DAVID HAGGART was born at a farm town called the Golden Acre, near Cannon-mills, Edinburgh, on the 24th day of June, 1800, his father was a game-keeper,

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative with some lines of verse


Title_of_Work:
Account of His Majesty's visit to Scotland

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THE visit of George the Fourth to the Scottish metropolis may well be considered a remarkable event in our national annals.


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Mother Pinchweight's Prayer./ GRANT that the cheese that I now kneel on, may cut up to good profit;

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23-pages of jokes, witty stories and anecdotes


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JANE - was the daughter of poor parents, in the village where it pleased God first to cast my lot in the ministry.


