# Works

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"WHATEVER difficulties we may find in reading prose, they are greatly increased when the composition is in verse:

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1.2 page introduction to the reading of verse


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The way to make a Testament./ AN old beggar man named John, who used some time ago to travel in the neighbourhood of Stonehaven,

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22-pages of witty stories and anecdotes preceded by a 1-page preface


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Of Health; its Value, and the Duty of preserving it./ Q. Can we possibly promote the perfection and happiness of our souls,

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22-pages on spiritual and physical well-being in the from of questions and answers which are preceded by a 1-page preface


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MERRILY every bosom boundeth,/ Merrily oh! merrily oh!


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AN honest miller won'd in Fife,/ That had a young and wanton wife,


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It wadna gi'e me muckle pain,/ Gin we were seen and heard by nane


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LANG time we've waited for our King,/ That we might caper, rant and fling,


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BURNS sweetly sang of Halloween,/ Be mine to tell of Fasten's e'en,


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'TIS night, and hark! the eastern b[?]/ With fury blows upon the sho[re?]


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I'LL sing you a song of a modern date,/ Concerning a damsel who had a good/ estate;


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The Battle of Talavera; or, The soldier's threnody

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NEAR Tal'vera's heights where the bat-/tle rag'd fearless/ As when wolves with lions in combat/ contend;


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THE COCK AND THE JEWEL./ A brisk young Cock, raking upon a dunghill for something to peck,

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46 headed fables with illustrations all with a 'moral'


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The life, trial, & execution, of Mary Thompson


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PETER PICKEN, or as he micht wi' mair propriety be ca'd, Peter Pick-up,


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An account of the executions in Scotland for the past 200 years

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DUMBARTON./ Murdoch Currie, theft June 14, 175 [sic]

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7-page list of exections which includes a brief biography of William Calcraft


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ABOUT a bank with balmy bowers/ Bedeck'd in beauty's fairest flowers,


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AT a time when the Papists of Britain are making vigorous and unwearied endeavours to procure for themselves equal rights...


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The advantages and disadvantages of the married state

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AS I walked through the wilderness of this world, I laid me down to sleep;


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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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The life, voyages & adventures of Sir Francis Drake

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FRANCIS DRAKE was the son of Edmund Drake, a sailor, and born near Tavistock in Devonshire, in the year 1545.


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LEGERDEMAIN is an operation whereby one may seem to work wonderful, impossibleand incredible things,...

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23-pages of instructions on how to carry out conjuring tricks


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The toast-master's companion, a collection of the toasts and sentiments

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LOYAL AND PATRIOTIC./ OUR beloved Sovereign the King.


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TOWARDS the latter end of the reign of Henry VII Sir GAWEN a man of some fortune,


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The parent's pious gift; or, A choice present for children

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FATHER. TELL me, dear son, what do you mean to do?

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6.2-page prose dialogue mainly between a father and son


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Quest. YOU say, Madam, you was brought up in the Christian religion: Pray of what nation are you?

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7-page prose piece in the form of questions and answers


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The court lady's true and ingenious fortune-book

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THE TABLE OF FIGURES./ This Part of the table is for men.

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7-pages in prose of fortune-telling by various methods, including two tables of figures, one for men the other for women


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A very good Pease Soup./ PUT three or four pounds of lean coarse beef, with three pints of pease,


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JOE MILLER going with a friend one day along Fleet street, and seeing old Cross the player,


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ALTHO' in number I'm the smallest,/ O'er kings I reign and beat the tallest./ The Ace of Trumph.


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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/ IT is generally agreed, that the princes of the line of the Pharaoh's sat on the throne of Egypt in an uniterrupted sucession,


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CHAP. I/ Of the Troubles which happened in the Reign of King Richard II./ RICHARD II, son to Edward surnamed the Black Prince,


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CHAP. I./ An Account of Simon's Wedding, and his Wife's behaviour the Day after their Marriage./ SIMON who is the subject of our ensuing discourse,


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GEORGE BARNWELL was the son of Mr Wm. Barnwell,


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The entertaining history of General Bonaparte

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THE following account of the early years of the BONAPARTE, is from the pen of a Noble Emigrant,


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Nimble and quick: or The virtues and vices of the age

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I Never think of a wife till I am hungry, and then I look out for one that will bring me to a morsel of bread.

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6-pages of jokes and anecdotes including 'Curious conundrums'


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A Few nights after he was sentenced to be beheaded on Towr [sic] Hill,


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Och hey, Johnnie lad!/ Ye're no sae kind's ye should hae been,


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DANIEL DANCER was born in 1716, in the hamlet of Weald, in the neighbourhood of Harrow.


Title_of_Work:
Mount Vesuvius, near Naples: its description and various eruptions

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THIS celebrated volcano, which has for so many ages attracted the attention of mankind.

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18.5-page prose account of Vesuvius preceded by a half-page verse


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George was part proprietor and driver of a hackney-coach in Edinburgh, when such vehicles were scarce;


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Thirty years ago, a small bare-footed boy paused to admire the flowers in a well-cultivated garden.


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ON May 3, 1815, a dreadful acident took place in Heaton Main Colliery, near Newcastle-upon-Tyne.

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7-page prose narrative of which two pages are a sterotype(?) facsimilie of the two letters


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THE following account of the extraordinary deliverance of Elizabeth Shaw, wife of Joseph Shaw,


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Gentle reader, did you ever see a hermit?


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WHEN Lieutenant O' Brien (who was called skyrocket Jack) was blown up at Spithead, in the Edgar,


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Were I but able to rehearse/ My Ewie's praise in proper verse,


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The tither night I set me down,/ consulting what was best man,


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Ye bold sons of Mars who've been jaded in/ (wars/ and subject to many commanders,


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There was a brave gentleman liv'd early of/ late,/ Likewise a poor thresherman whose task it/ was great,


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Love and grief or the death of the Sutherlands

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FROM Caledonia's distant bounds,/ beyond the Murray firth,


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WHEN I wur in Cumberland I went a-/wooing,/ Bad luck to my sorrow for it nigh prov'd my/ ruin.


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WHEN our ancient forefathers agreed wi' the/ laird,/ For a piece o' guid groun' for to be a kail yard,


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The farmer's salutation to his auld mare Maggie

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A Guid New-year I wish thee, Maggie!/ Hae there's a ripp to thy auld baggie:


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JENNY lass, my bonny bird/ my father's dead, and a that,


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To a village that skirted the sea,/ An exciseman one midsummer came;


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COME listen to my story,/ Now seated in my glory,

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3-page verse narrative with spoken interludes


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BROAD set the sun o'er wild Glencoe,/ Red gleam'd the heights of drifted snow,


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'TWAS at night, when the bell had toll'd twelve,/ And poor Susan was laid on her pillow./ In her ear whisper'd some fleeting elve -/ Your love now lies tost on a billow,/ Far, far at sea.


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WHEN William Tell was doom'd to die,/ Or hit the mark upon his infant's head-/ The bell toll'd out, the hour was nigh,


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From the county of Cork, you see I lately/ came,/ The harvest to reap, Mr Doodey's my name;


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It was Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky,/ Reel'd into a shebeen to get his skin full,/ And popp'd out again, pretty well lin'd with/ whisky,/ As fresh as a shamrock, and as blind as a bull,


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WHA the deil hae we got for a King,/ But a wee, wee German lairdie!


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O BESSY BELL and Mary Gray,/ They were twa bonny lasses;/ They bigg'd a house on yon burn brae,/ And theek'd it o'er wi' rashes.


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THE wealthy fool with gold in store,/ Will still desire to grow the richer;


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WHEN silent time, wi' lightly foot,/ Had trode on thirty years,/ My native land I sought again,/ Wi' mony hopes and fears.


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COME, all ye jolly sailor's bold,/ Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,


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COME bustle, neighbour Prig,/ Buckle on your Sunday wig;/ In our Sunday clothes so gaily,/ Let us strut up the Old Bailey.

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2.5 pages of verse interspersed with 2 spoken passages


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Now Boney is awa,/ From his warring and fighting,


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CHAP. I./ A Woman who has haughty looks, in 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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THE great usefulness of Letter Writing is so well known,

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23-pages on the art of letter writing with examples


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CHAP. I./ The Punishment of the Lady Bellisant, who is delivered of Valentine and Orson, at One Birth, in a Wood.


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ORIGIN of MASONRY./ THE original institution of Masonry is laid on the foundation of the liberal arts and sciences,

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20.5-pages in prose including sections, in the form of questions and answers, concerning entry into the different degrees of masonry


Title_of_Work:
Account of several remarkable earthquakes

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Kircher's Account of the Earthquake in Calabria, in 1638./ ON the 24th of March, we lanched [sic] (in a small boat) from the harbour of Messina in Sicily,


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Purgatory proved, illustrated, and set forth in a clear light

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MY FRIENDS,/ YOU all know, it ish a cushtomary ting vid de Clergy, fen dey are going to preach a Sharmon, dat dey vill be tak a text from shum particular plash of de Scripture; but for dat very rashon, because he ish cushtomary, I vill not do it.

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12-page prose satire against Irish Catholicism


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CHAP. I./ The Author's Birth, he is shipwrecked, but having better Success in a second Voyage,


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Wife./ PRAY husband, what is the matter with you? methinks you look concerned-


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WILLIE LAWSON was a young man about 30 years of age: he lived a few miles from Frazersburgh, in Buchan.


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ON the 24th of May our orders came on board (we were then lying in Cadiz bay) to sail in company with nine ships of the Line,


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ONE of the Judges in King Charles II. reign, being, in the long vacation, at his country-house in Holsworth in Suffolk,


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ONE Richard Middleton, a soldier, attending divine service with the rest of the regiment at a church in Glasgow,


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A Gentleman in the heat of the summer, walking alone in the fields contemplating with himself,


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ON Saturday afternoon was received the information that the warrant for execution on Monday had been made out.


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Knichts of thumle far an' near,/ Unto my tale pray lend an' [sic] ear,


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Now lend your lugs, ye benders fine,/ Wha ken the benefit o' wine,/ An' you who laughin' scud brown ale,


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Bonaparte's comin': or, Rrouse [sic] brother Britons

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BONAPARTE'S comin', they're tellin' us/ what he's to do when he comes;


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THE highland tartan plaid, renown'd,/ And bonnet blue an' a' that,


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O, JAMIE, lad, hear my advice,/ And warning tak' by me, man,/ For if you get a wife like me,/ You'll ru't until ye die, man,


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BY the gaily circling glass,/ We can see how minutes pass,/ By the hollow flask we're told,/ How the waning night grows old.


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AS Jenny sat down wi' her wheel by the fire,/ An thought on the time that was fast fleein' by,/ She said to hersel', wi' a heavy heigh hee,/ O a'body's like to be married but me!


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The history of Perourou; or The bellows-mender

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MY history is composed of the most singular circumstances:


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UPON the third of February, in 1722, at seven o'clock in the evening, after that I had parted with T[h]ruston, and coming up [t]he burial road, one came riding up after me;


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All you that's curious of courtship, give attention to this history...


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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,

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22 pages of dream interpretations and prophecies in prose with a .5 page conclusion


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COME all young men and hear a song,/ more true than it, was never,


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WHEN Arthur first in court began,/ And was approved king,


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THE twenty-seventh of January,/ The year seventeen hundred and eighty-/three,/ The Highland boys would not agree/ To ship for Colonel Gordon.


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BEtween Cashil and Thurlish,/ I met a fair maiden:


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THERE springs a rose in Fyvie's yard,/ and O! but it springs bonny;


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OVER hills and high mountains/ I often times have been,


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ON Gallowater fair and clear,/ There lives a lovely creature,


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WHen I was in my se'ententh [sic] year,/ I was baith blith and bonny O,/ The lads lo'ed me baith far and near,/ But I lo'ed nane but Johnny O;


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LORD Effingham kick'd the Armada down,/ And Drake was a fighting the world all round,/ Gallant Raleigh liv'd upon fire and smoke,


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Dunkirk race; or The new way of Johnny Coup

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GIVE ear to me, and I'll unfold/ As true a tale as e'er was told;


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AS I was riding on the high way,/ The day being wet and windy,


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YOU girls that are witty in country and city,/ I pray now come pity a sorrowful maid,


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YOUNG men and maids I pray draw near,/ A mournful story you shall hear,


Title_of_Work:
Execution of Edward Robertson, and Matthew M'Queen

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From the contents of Van Dieman's Land Papers, recetved [sic] on Saturday, we copy the following paragraph:-


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THIS Jew was born in Jerusalem, and a shoemaker by trade;


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A comical diverting courtship, between an old woman of fourscore, and a youth about sixteen

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Woman. COME young man, your youth, wit, and learning, with your other fine accomplishments have so ensnared my heart,


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NEAR the town of Lynn, in Norfolk, lived one Mr John Fox, a gentleman but of a mean estate, who courted the daughter of 'Squire Wilox, who had a great fortune; and at last, by his fair promises, and other allurements to love, he so won her heart,


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MR James Worthy, living in the Town of Grantham in Lincolnshire, was a gentleman of very good Estate,


Title_of_Work:
Last speech and testimony of Mr. Christopher Love

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I Am made this day a spectacle to the world, to angels and men; a grief to the godly,


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THE marquis of Argyl being a zealous friend of our covenanted reformation, suffered death May 27th.


Title_of_Work:
Life, trial, and behaviour of Mary Smith

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THIS pattern here I shall unfold,/ The which is worth its weight in gold,worth

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49 4-line verse narrative folled by a half-page prayer


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ORIGIN of MASONRY./ THE original institution of Masonry is laid on the foundation of the liberal arts and sciences;


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THERE'S a new regiment raising,/ They call the Scotch Brigades,


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THE Lowland lads think they are fine,/ But O they're vain and idly gaudy;


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A new song in praise of Sir John Sinclair, or the 2d battalion of Caithness Fencibles

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YOU loyal sons of Britain I pray you lend an ear,/ Cheer up your noble courage and enter volunteer,


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Johnny and Molly: or The loyal comerades [sic]

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ADIEU my dear Molly, for now I must leave you,/ to try my fortune in crossing the main,


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The French Kings Te Deum; or Songs of lamentation, &c.

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O! How can I Te Deum Sing,/ at such Time as this?

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5-page verse narrative with parts dedicated to various rulers, armies etc.


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A new song, in praise of Admiral Rodney for his late victory over the French, on the 12th of April 1782

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READ ancient records, you will find it is true,/ We Britons could always these French dogs subdue:


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O Blessed be the day to come,/ When highland soldiers beat their /(drum,/ The fife shall sound the bagpipes play,/ Then with my love I'll march away,/ And ship for North America,


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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 of late:


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The farmer's complaint. Composed in a dream, by J. L.

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WHEN Sol in his beams disappeared,/ and Luna took place in the skies;


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NOT drunk nor yet sober but brother to both,/ I met a young man upon Aylesbury Vale,

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7 4-line verses and 'laru la re, &c.' chorus, followed by last two lines of the verse


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NOw once I was great, but how little I'm grown/ A mimikin man for a fellow


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BRYAN O' LIN was a Connaught man born,/ His head it was bald & his beard it was shorn;


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LOVERS, I pray lend an ear to this story,/ Take an example by this constant pair,/ How love a young virgin did blast in her glory,


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COME all lofty sailors bold,/ that lives by took of drum,/ I'll tell you of a rank robber,/ now on the seas is come.


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THERE was a fair maid, as it is said,/ went to milk her father' kine;


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The Irishman's ramble, or Drunk at night and dry in the morning

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MY name's Patrick Kelly a stout roving blade,


Title_of_Work:
The wonderful conferences which passed between the ghost of Mr. Maxwell of Cool, and the Rev. Mr. Ogilvy of Innerwick

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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, one came riding after me;


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The famous history of the learned Friar Bacon

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CHAP. I./ Friar Bacon's birth and parentage, and by what means he came to be a great scholar.../ THE famous Friar Bacon...


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As we was a Crusing [sic], a Crusing [sic] hard by/ We spy'd a large ship to the windward did ly


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SINCE my old hat was new, it is/ about forscore [sic] of years,


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The battle of Sherriff-Muir, fairly fought on the thirteenth day of November 1715

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THere's some say that we wan, some say that/ they wan,/ Some say that nane wan at a' man:


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ALL you chaise drivers far and near,/ Come listen to my song,

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14 4-line verses and 'tal de rol al' chorus


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AS on the banks of Tweed I lay reclind [sic], beneath/ a verdant shade,/ I heard a sound more sweet than pipe or flute,


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The Morpeth wedding; or, The drunken frolick

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THE like was never heard nor seen,/ For oft Times I've been bidden


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WElcome, welcome, brother debtor,/ To this poor but merry place,/ Where no bailiff, Dun, nor Setter,/ Dare to show their frightful face:


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AS I was a walking along the high street,/ By my good fortune a young man I did meet,


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WHen I was a Maiden at Fourteen Years old,/ If I romp'd with a Man how my Mother/ would Scold,


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COME all you pretty maiden's,/ that's plac'd in Cupid's chain,


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The distracted maidens lamentation for aer [sic] true love Billy

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LAst New-Year's Day as I was walking/ Into Bedlam did chance to call


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A Friend of mine came here yestreen,/ and he wad hae me down,/ To drink a pot o' ale wi' him,/ in the next burrow town;


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YOung lovers who know what to true love belong/ I'll tell you a story that latly [sic] was done,/ At Oxfoord [sic] a merchant's fair daughter did dwell,/ For wit and for beauty all others did excell [sic].


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AT night, with her babe, young Serina/ wander'd/ In search of her husband, who fought on/ the plain,

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9 8-line verses which include 'The moral'


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THe choing [sic]  horn calls the sportsman abroad,/ To horse my brave boysand [sic] awy [sic]:


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THIS maid she took a rambling fit,/ and to her mistress goes,

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10 verses (1 8-line, 2 6-line and 7 8-line) with 'To my fal de ral, &c.' chorus


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COME sit down, my cronies, and gie me your/ crack;/ Let the win' tak the care o' this life on its back,


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OF modest maids in simple weeds,/ I have nothing to say man,


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LORD Thomas and fair Annet,/ sat a day on a hill,


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ONE night on my late rmable [sic],/ two miles below Pimry,


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I Never think of a wife till I am hungry; and then I look out for a whore,

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7-pages of jokes and anecdotes including 'Curious conundrums'


Title_of_Work:
The wandering young gentlewoman's garland, &c.

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YE Fathers and Mothers and Children also,/ Come draw near to me, and soon you shall know,/ The Sense of my Ditty, and I dare to say,/ The like ha'n't been printed this many a Day.


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JOHN GILPIN was a citizen/ Of credit and renown;


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O Saw ye my father, or saw ye my mother,/ Or saw ye my true love John?


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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, her Face pale and wan,/ She has fallen with child to her own serving man.


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O! Shall I go with my love,/ who doth infold me,


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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,/ that he for their headsman, they were sure not to fail.


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COme all ye young damsels give ear to my moan,/ Lament my misfortune since my love is gone,


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Love in a barn; or, The London lord trick'd

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COME all you brisk young country girls so fair,/ and London lasses too;/ A merry ditty I have to tell,


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A Merchant's son of worthy fame,/ He from the town of Bristol came,


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O Were I able to rehearse,/ My ewie's praise in proper verse,


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A new song on the battle fought on Long-Island

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In seventy and six that remarkable year,/ what happen'd in 'merica you quickly shall hear,


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O Rise up Willy Rilly,/ and come along with me,/ I mean for to go with you,/ and leave this country,


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THE muse and the hero together are fir'd,/ the same noble views have their Bosoms in-/spir'd;


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The sailor's promise to his sweet-heart Molly

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WHEN first I came unto this Town,/ from Troubles I was free Molly,


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COME all young lovers unto me give ear,/ Here is a strange story as ever you did hear,/ Concerning a young lass that was ta'en awa,/ On intent of being a wife in Caledonia.


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RISE up, rise up Lord Douglas, she says,/ And draw to you arms, so bright,/


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HIGHLAND laddie brisk and bonny,/ Highland laddie brisk and gay,/ He is away to Glasgow town/ To steal away his bonny Peggy.


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ALL gentlemen and cavaliers,/ that do delight in sport,


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I Am a sailor bold,/ And lately come from sea,


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The proceedings of the rebels in the year forty five, six, with the total overthrow of the rebel army by His Royal Highness the Duke of Cumberland, &c.

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IN Seventeen hundred and Forty five,/ As plainly does appear Man,


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A new song in praise of Lord George Gordon

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YOUR Lordship early did set out,/ a member in this our nation,


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SOme says true love is a very pretty thing/ But little do they know what sorrow it does/ bring.


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The English mock, or Wilkes rant, being an answer to Scots Sandy the barber

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WELL met brother Will,/ What news from the court


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I Thought it once a lonesome life,/ A lonesome life, a lonesome life,


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THere was a knight and a lady bright/ set tryst amongst the broom,

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21 4-line verses and 4-line chorus after verse 7


Title_of_Work:
Bonny Lizie Bailie. A new song very much in request

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IT fell about the lamass tide,/ when the leaves were fresh and green,


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O Rise up Willy Rilly,/ and come along with me;


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A new song call'd The young man's advice; or, The art of courting

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O I have been trying my observation,/ Of several young men in this nation,


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HEre lies a fair creature whose heart it is true,/ and she lies asleeping for loving of you;


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YOUNG people all I pray draw near,/ And listen to my ditty here,/ Which subject shews that drunkenness,/ Bring many mortals to distress.


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THE ship's well rigg'd and now under sail,/ May heaven protect us with a prosperous gale;


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YOU pretty maidens all, I pray give ear,/ Unto my sad downfall which I do declare:


Title_of_Work:
William Mitchell's wife's lamentation for the fatal death of her husband

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O Sweet Billy Mitchell thou'rt now de/parted,/ And I'm left behind thee quite broken/(hearted,

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14 4-line verses and 'Sing Fal, lal, de, re.' chorus


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COme, ye gallant sons of glory,/ come on board each jolly tar!


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AS Jamie Gay gang'd blyth his way/ along the banks of Tweed,/ A bonny Lass as e'er was seen,/ came tripping o'er the mead.


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Oran le Uilliam MacCoinnich, do ninghein Choinnich ruaidh mhic fir no Comraich


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AMongst several ancient old records, this Bucky is not mentioned. There was a set called Buccaneers, which was pirates, (that is to say, sea robbers); and after strict search being made for these sea robbers, they were dispersed.


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WELL Mistress I'm new come out o' Dundee, I cou'd get naething to gi' the horse drass in but the skull,


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IT is a certain old saying, that where women are conveen'd in crowds, there can be no silence; and some have said that it was a great bondage for them to hold their peace in the church;


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COT splutter o'nails,/ Hur was come from North Wales


Title_of_Work:
The history of Simple John, and his twelve misfortunes

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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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Here doth begin a worthy and a noble tale,/ of Roswal and Lillian withouten fail.


Title_of_Work:
Sketches of the life of Adam Donald, who was well known in Aberdeenshire, for many years, by the name of the prophet of Bethelnie

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IN all ages and nations, mankind have discovered a strong propensity to believe in the supernatural agency of superior beings on the human mind,


Title_of_Work:
The wonderful life & experiences of John Stevenson

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MY dear children and grandchildren, knowing that I must shortly put off this tabernacle,

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative preceded by a 1-page introduction 'To the reader'


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GIBBIE./ COME, Wattie, while our hirsels feed the gither,


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O'ER barren hills and flow'ry dales,/ O'er seas and distant shores,/ With merry songs and jocund tales,/ I've pass'd some pleasant hours:


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INTEMPERANCE is so alarmingly on the increase/ in England...


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Ca' the ewes to the knowes,/ Ca' them whare the heather grows,/ Ca' then whare the burnie rows,

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7 4-line verses with first verse as chorus for others


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CA' the ewes to the knowes,/ Ca' them whare the heather grows,/ Ca' them whare the burnie rows,


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BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow braes,/ ye wander thro' the blooming heather,


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The French possesions on the west coast of/ Africa,...


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In 1755, they had in Turin a great fall of/ rain,...


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


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Musing on long-gone-by times I approached/ my brother's cottage,...


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I've seen the smiling of Fortune beguiling,/ I've felt all its favours, and found its decay:


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WHEN summer comes, the swains on Tweed/ sing their successful loves;/ Around the cows and lambkins feed,/ and music fills the groves.


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WHen summer comes the swains on/ (Tweed,/ Sing their successful loves,/ Around the ews [sic] and lambkins feed,/ And music fill the groves,


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WHEN in death I shall calm recline,/ O bear my heart to my mistress dear,/ Tell her it liv'd upon smiles and wine/ Of the brighest hue while it linger'd here;


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LEtters lately received from St. Helena, give a most singular and affecting narrative respecting six deserters from the Artillery of that island.


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IN yonder glen, beside a meadow,/ Liv'd Nanse, an auld, bien, honest widow;/ Wha had ae daughter named Bess,


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AS soon as I got married a happy man to be/ My wife turn'd out a sorry jade we never/ cou'd agree;


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WHere are the poets, are they all dead;/ Or is the muse from Falkirk fled,


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'TWAS Satuday-night, the twinkling/ stars/ shone on the rippling sea;


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The true Briton's resolution to conquer or die

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SHALL Frenchmen rule o'er us? - K. Edward said, No!/ And No! said K. Harry; & Queen Bess she said, No!


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ONE evening fair as I walked along,/ By the banks of a river I heard a fine song,


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MY Dear Johnny Bull the last mail/ brought over your kind invitation,


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FROM Spey to the border,/ Was peace and good order


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I Must have a wife whatsoe'er she be,/ If she be a woman that's enough for me,


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THERE was a Lord of worthy fame,/ and a hunting he would ride,


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Nelson's victory over the combined fleets of France and Spain

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YE warlike Sons of Britain bold,/ who honour wish to gain,


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ON Michaelmas Day, MOTHER BUNCH, sitting on the bank of a river,


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IT was in the mouth [sic] of May,/ It was in the month of May,


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A particular account of the life & adventures of a beautiful young lady

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A Young merchant of Basra had one day the pleasure to see a lady, whose shape and motion were uncommonly elegant,


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GOD prosper long our noble king,/ our lives and safeties all:/ A woful hunting once there did/ in Chevy-chase befal;


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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.


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I Was brought up in Sheffield,/ not of a high degree,/ My parents doted on me,/ they had no more but me.


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[I O]NCE was a stranger, in a far country did roam,


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A new song; being an answer to The happy stranger

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I ONCE was a stranger, in a far country did roam,/ When young Jemmy of Newry came to me a-/lone,


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A tragical story./ On the unhappy consequences of an immoderate attachment to riches

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(The northern blast that chilling blows...)


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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 let us prepare, we brothers that are/ assembled on merry occasion;/ Let's drink, laugh and sing, our wine has a spring,/ here's a health to an accepted Mason.


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COME let us prepare,/ we brothers that are,/ Assembeled, on merry occasion;/ Let's drink, laugh and sing;/ Our Wine has a spring:/ Here's a Health to an Accepted Mason.


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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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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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Now rosy May comes in wi' flow'rs,/ To deck her gay green spreading bow'rs;


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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;


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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;


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On Etrick banks, in a summer's night,/ At gloaming, when the sheep drove hame,/ I met my lassie braw and tight,/ Come wading barefoot a' her lane.


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ON Etrick banks, in a summer's night,/ At gloaming, when the sheep drove hame,/ I met my lassie, braw and tight,/ Come wading barefoot a' her lane.


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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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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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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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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 every word it spake;

Work_Notes:
22-page playscript in 4 cantos which is preceded by a list of characters 'The persons'


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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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MY name is Robin A'boon,/ my age it is twenty and four,/ I married last midsummer morn,/ for the sake of a plentiful store:


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MY name i[s] Robin A'boon,/ my age is twenty and four,/ I married last midsummer morn,/ for the sake of a plentiful store:


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FAREWEL, my dear Polly, I am going/ where I ne'er shall see you no more,/ There's no danger in crossing the ocean,/ Nor staying at home on the shore.


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The Lass of Peatie's mill,/ so bonny blyth and gay,/ In spite of all my skill,/ hath stole my heart away.


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MY father had no child but me,/ And all his care continually,/ Was for to have me married well;/ But under fortune's frowns I fell.


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MY father had no child but me,/ And all his care continually,/ Was for to have me married well,/ But under fortune's frown I fell.


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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-gards [sic],/ and I must go fight for my king, my dear,


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MY sweetest May let love incline thee,/ t'accept a heart which he designs thee,/ And, as your constant slave, regard it,


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He/ AWAKE, thou fairest thing in nature,/ how can you sleep when day does break?

Work_Notes:
Dialogue between He and She: 4 4-line verses


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DRINK to me only with thine eyes,/ and I pledge thee with mine,/ Or leave a kiss but in the cup,/ And I'll not look for wine.


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HALLOO, whoop, my brave boys! who love/ frolic and fun,


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Behold, from many an hostile shore,/ and all the dangers of the main,


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Behold from many a hostile shore,/ And all the dangers of the man [sic],


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'TWAS on the morn of sweet may-day,/ when nature painted all things gay

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5 9-line verses with penultimate line repeated at chorus


Work_Notes:
5 9-line verses with repeated lines as chorus


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'TWas on the morn of sweet May day,/ When nature painted all things gay,


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Ae day a braw wooer came down the lang glen/ And fair wi' his love he did deave me;


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'Twas in and about the Martinmas time/ When the green leaves were a-falling,


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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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The lovely moon had climbed the hill,/ Where eagles big aboon the Dee,/ And like the looks of a lovely dame,/ Brought joy to every body's ee;


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While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose/ you,/ High swells my sad heart and fast my tears/(flow,


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WHEN the rosy morn appearing./ Paints with gold the verdant lawn,


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WHEN the rosy morn appearing/ Paints with gold the verdant lawn,


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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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And O for ane and twenty, Tam,/ And hey sweet ane and twenty, Tam!/ I'll learn my kin a rattlin sang,/ If I saw ane and twenty, Tam.


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Ye gods of love that rule above,/ pity a maid that's wounded/ By Cupid's dart: I feel the smart,/ and grief has me surrounded:


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'TWAS night, when the bell had told/ twelve,/ And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,/ In her ear whisper'd some fleeting elve/ Your love now lies tost on a billow/ Far, far at sea,


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The villains the dutch they are three/ times damn'd


Title_of_Work:
John Falkirk's love-letter to the fiddler's widow


Title_of_Work:
Number II. Of the history and travels, of Hector Maclean, late sailor. The preface

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IN my first number, I gave the facts out like/ any othr of the languages of a learned/ man,...


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OF a' the airts the wind can blaw,/ I dearly like the west;/ For there the bonny lassie lives,/ The lass that I lo'e best


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O dinna think bonny lassie I'm gaun to leave you


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IN Derry Down Dale when I wanted a mate,


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Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam,/ By sorrow still opprest;


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'TWAS at night, when the bell had toll'd twelve,/ And poor Susan was laid on her pillow./ In her ear ewhisper'd [sic] some fleeting elve / Your love is now toss'd on a billow,/ Far, far at sea,


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'TWAS night when the bell had toll'd twelve,/ And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,/ In her ear whisper'd some fleeting elve,/ Your love now lies tost on a billow,/ Far, far at sea.


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When beauty blazes heav'nly bright,/ the muse can no more cease to sing,/ Than can the lark with rising light,/ her notes neglect with drooping wing,


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AS I came by Loch-Erroch side,/ The lofty hills surveying,/ The water clear, the heather blooms,/ Their fragrance sweet conveying,


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COME gi'es a sang the Lady cry'd,/ And lay your disputes all aside,/ What signifies for folks 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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CHAP. I./ How Troy was the first Time destroyed by Hercules, for Leomedon's refusing to give him the Horses he promised, upon slaying a Sea Monster, delivering Exione, his Daughter, from Destruction, and freeing the Land from a Plague, &c./ TROY, a famous


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


Title_of_Work:
The sprig of shilelah and shamrock so green

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O LOVE is the soul of a neat Irishman,/ He loves all the lovely, loves all that he can,/ With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green.


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Deserted by the wanning [sic] moon,/ When skies proclaim Night's chearless noon,/ On tower, fort, or tented ground,/ The sentry walks his lonely round,


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Deserted by the waning moon/ When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon/ On tower or fort or tented ground,/ The sentry walks his lonely round;


Title_of_Work:
Tamie Lamies cure for a druuken [sic] wife

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THERE liv'd a wife in ourgate end,/ she lo'ed a drap of cappie O,


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THere liv'd a wife in our gate-end,/ she lo'ed a drap of cappie O,


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ADIEU! adieu! my only life,/ My honour calls me from thee!/ Remember thou'rt a soldier's wife,/ Those tears but ill become thee.


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O did you not hear of Kate Kearney?/ She lives on the banks of Killarney:


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GLOOMY winter's now awa,/ Saft the westlin breezes blaw:/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanly shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheery, O.


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GLOOMY winter's now awa',/ Saft the westlin' breezes blaw:/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanley-shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheerie, O.


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Gloomy winter's now awa,/ Saft the westlin breezes blaw,/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanely shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheary, O;


Title_of_Work:
An American song, to the sons of liberty

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IN story we're told how our fathers of old,/ Brav'd the rage of the winds and the waves,/ And cross'd the deep o'er to this desolate shore,/ All because they were loath to be slaves, brave boys,


Title_of_Work:
[The Buchanshire tragedy or, Sir James the Ross]

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OF all the Scottish northern chiefs,/ of his high and warlike name,/ The bravest was Sir James the Ross,/ a knight of meikle fame:


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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 jovial Cobler./ It was the custom of King Henry the eighth, to walk late in the night into the City disguised, to observe and take notice how...

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative, including 4 8-line verse song: The cobler's song in the King's cellar


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Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,/ Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,/ Near thee I pass'd life's early day,/ And won my Mary's heart in thee./ The broom, the brier, the birken bush,/ Bloom bonnie o'er thy flowery lea;


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THOU bonnie wood of Craigie lea,/ Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,/ Near thee I pass'd life's early day,/ And won my Mary's heart in thee./ The broom, the brier, the birken bush,/ Bloom bonnie o'er the flow'ry lea,


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THOU bonny wood of Craigie lea,/ Thou bonny wood of Craigie lea,/ Near thee I pass'd life's early day,/ And won my Mary's heart in thee./ The broom, the brier, the birken bush,/ Bloom bonny o'er thy flowery lea,


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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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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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A boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream,/ when winds were rudely blowing,/ There sat what might the Goddess seem,/ of the waves, beneath her flowing;


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ONCE I loved a lady fair/ She was a beauty I declare/ The only flower of the north country,/ The bonny lass of Banaphie.


Title_of_Work:
A short account of Sir Thomas Learmant, allias Rymer

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SIR THOMAS LEARMANT, commonly called Thomas Rymer, was born in the east corner of Fife, of a good family.


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SIR THOMAS LEARMANT, commonly called Thomas Rhymer, was born in the east corner of Fife, of a good family.


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


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


Title_of_Work:
Old Scottish prophecies, by Thomas Rymer, Part II

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


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


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SCOTLAND be sad now and lament;/ for honours thou hast lost,/ But yet rejoice, in better times,/ which will repay the cost.


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Can you to the battle march away,/ and leave me here complaining;/ I am sure 'twill break my heart to stay,/ when you are gone campaigning.


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The Chevalier being void of fear,/ did march up brislie brae, man,/ And through Tranent e'er he did stent,/ as fast as he could gae man


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


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GOD prosper long our noble King,/ Our lives and safeties all,/ A woeful hunting once their did,/ In Chevy-Chace befal.


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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.


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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.


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O'er barren hills and flowery dales,/ O'er seas and distant shores,/ With merry songs and jocund tales,/ I've pass'd some pleasant hours;


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O'er barren hills and flowery dales,/ O'er seas and distant shores,/ With merry songs and jocund tales,/ I've pass'd some pleasant hours


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IN Chatham town their liv'd a worthy merchantman,


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O lay thy loof in miue, [sic] lass/ In mine lass, in mine lass,/ And swear on thy white hand, lass,/ That thou wilt be my ain.


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O Lay thy loof in mine lass,/ in mine lass, in mine lass,/ And swear on thy white hand, lass,/ that thou wilt be my ain.


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One morning very early,/one morning in the spring,/I heard a maid in Bedlam,/ who mournfully did sing;


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'Twas on a simmer's afternoon,/ A wee before the sun gaed down,/ My lassie wi' a braw new gown,/ Came o'er the hill to Gowrie.


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O WEEL may the bottie [sic] row,/ And better may she speed;


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O! WEEL may the boatie row,/ And better may she speed;


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"Why weep ye by the tide, lady?/ Why weep ye by the tide?


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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:/ At Judy Callaghan's door,/ Sitting on the pailings,/ His love tale he did pour,


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IN simmer when the hay was mawn,/ An' corn wav'd green in ilka field,/ While clover blooms white o'er tha lea,/ An roses blaw in ilka bield;


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BEHIND yon hill where Lugar flows,/ mang moors and mosses many O./ The wintry sun the day has clos'd,/ and I'll awa' to Nanie O.


Title_of_Work:
Sir Neil and Glengyle, The Highland chieftans

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In yonder Isle beyond Argyle,/ where flocks and herds were plenty,/ Liv'd a rich Squire, whose sister fair/ was the flower of all that country:


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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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Oh! I am come to the low countrie,/ Ochon, ochon, ochrie!/ Without a penny in my purse,/ To buy a meal to me.


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NOW you shall hear 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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A Young lass overheard him and did him misca,


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The answer [to The girl I left behind me]

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YOU maidens all come pity me,/ and be no more disdaining,/ My love unto the war is gone,/ and left me here complainiug [sic];


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I am a roving journeyman,/ I rove from town to town


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COME all you gallant horoes [sic] bold,/ and listen unto me,


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YOU're welcome to me from the stormy sea,/ I'm glad to see you home again,


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FROM Dunkirk in France, in the month of September,


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I Am a young Lass in my prime,/ My age it is just twenty-one;/ I think it a very fit time,/ To buckle myself to a man


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O WHY should old age so much wound us O,/ There is nothing in'tatalltoconfoundns [sic], O,/ For how happy now am I,/ With my old wife sitting by,


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HARD by a clear river in the sweet month of/ May,/ In search of my true love I happened to stray,


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RISE up Jamie Reilly, and come along with me,


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THERE ne'er was a name so handed by fame


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I THAT once was a ploughman a sailor am now,


Title_of_Work:
The first letter of Mrs. Love to her husband

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Sweet Heart,/ Before I write further, I beseech you to think that...


Title_of_Work:
A new song on a French fleet having appeared in the Frith of Forth, on Friday the 17th of September, 1779


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THT [sic] winter is past,/ And the summer's come at/(last,


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MY name's Jockey miller I care not who knowesiT [sic]


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COme all you young fellows I pray give attention,/ pray take my advice just now in your prime,/ Your time is a wasting, old age is a coming,/ look round you and see how the lasses do shine;


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I once who was great, now full little am grown,/ a mimick of multum in parvo,/ I am buried alive in a cluster of stone,/ some say, it is what I deserve-O:


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DE'IL tak' the wars that hurried Billy frae/(me,


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A Wealthy young squire of Tanworth we hear,/ He courted a nobleman's daughter most fair,


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THO' late I was a waiter to run up/ and down,


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Ere around the huge oak, that o'ershadows yon mill


Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses and 1 8-line verse and a 4-line chorus


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The bonniest lad that e'er I saw,/ Bonie laddie, highland laddie,/ Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw,/ Bonnie Highland laddie.


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I am a daring highwayman,/ my name is Tine O'Harrow,/ I'm come of poor but honest folks/ nigh to the hills of Tarrow.


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Tom Starboard was a lover true,/ As brave a tar as ever sailed,


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ALL in the Downs a 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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WHEN war had broke in on the peace o' auld men,/ Frae Chelsea to arms they were summon'd again,


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ALL in the Downs a 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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Good People,/ Though by the rigour of the/ law, you are forbid to give me/ any relief, yet you may pity my un-/happy state; for the scripture saith, 'That to the miserable, pity should be/ shown.


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ONCE upon a time there lived in a certain vill-/age, a little girl, the prettiest creature that/ ever was seen;...


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


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By yon castle wa' at the close of the day,


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I've searched each cottage far and near,


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A FAIR maid walking all in a garden,/ a brisk young sailor she chanced to spy,/ He stept up to her, thinking to have her,/ said he, fair maid can you fancy I?


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COME under my plaidy, the night's gaun to fa',/Come in frae the cauld blast the drift and the snaw


Title_of_Work:
The Dougal creature's account o' hersel'


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WILL ye gang o'er the lee rig,/ My ain kind dearie, O!/ And cuddle there fu' kindly/ wi' me my kind dearie, O?


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WHEN I was at home. I was merry and frisky,


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Caledonia my country, thy rivers and fountains,/ And green fertile vallies [sic], exu[l]ting I sing;/ How pleasant thy sweet blooming moorlands/ and mountains,


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Tarry woo, tarry woo,/ Tarry woo is ill to spin/ Card it weel, card it weel,/ Card it weel e'er ye begin


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Ca' the ewes to the knowes/ Ca' them where the heather grows,/ Ca' then whare the burnie rows,


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O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie the Laird,/ They've ta'en awa Jamie, that delv'd in the yard,/ Wha play'd on the pipe, wi' the viol sae sma';/ They've ta'en awa Jamie, the flow'r o' them a'.


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Here's to the maiden of blushing fifteen

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Here's to the maiden of blushing fifteen, Likewise the widow of fifty;


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BLYTHE blythe around the nappy,/ Let us join in social glee;


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Come, tell me where the maid is found,/ Whose heart can lov without deceit,


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Daddy Neytune [sic] one day,/ To Freedom did say,/ If ever I live upon dry land,


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The bud on the brier it is bonnie enough


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COMIN' thro' the craigs o' Kyle,/ Amang the bonnie blooming heather,


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COME Carls a' of Fumbler's Ha',/ and I will tell you o' our fate,/ Since we ha'e married wives that's braw,/ and canna please them when 'tis late.


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O MERRY may the maid be,/ That marries the miller,/ For foul day and fair day,/ He's ay bringing till her,


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On a primrose bank by a murmuring stream,/ Pastore was singing and I was her theme;/ Whilst charmed with her beauty behind a green bush,/ I listened to hear the sweet tale with a blush.


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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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That girl who fain would chuse a mate,/ should ne'er in fondness fail her;/ May thank her happy stars, if fate/ Shou'd splice her to a sailor.


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AS I came in by Calder fair,/ and yont the Lappard Lee, man,/ There was braw kissing there;/ Come butt and kiss wi' me, man;


Title_of_Work:
The sprig of shilela, and shamrock so green


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IN Chatham town their liv'd a worthy mer-/chantman,


Title_of_Work:
Paddy Carey's fortune, or Irish promotion


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Blythe, blythe, aroun' the nappy,/ Let us join in social glee;

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6 4-line verses with first verses repeated as chorus


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Gentlemen, pray sit you all merry,/ I'll sing you a song of great want,/ I'll make you as merry as may be,/ Now money begins to grow scant.


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Amang the birks, sae blythe and gay,/ I met my Julia hameward gaun:


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Her nainsel into Glasgow went,/ An errand there to see't,/ And she never saw a bonnier town/ Standing on her feet.


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THERE'S mony bra' Jockies and Jennies,/ comes weel busket into the fair,/ Wi' ribbons on their cockernonies,/ and south o' bra' flour i' their hair;


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Now Sandy, the winter's cauld blasts are awa'.


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Behold, from many an hostile shore,/ And all the dangers of the main,


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It was upon a Lammas night,/ When corn-rigs were bonnie,


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The plowman he's a bonny lad,/ His mind is ever true, O,


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Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion/ And wear in the sheep wi' me?


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Go where glory waits thee,/ But while same elates thee


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The heath this night must be my bed,/ The bracken curtains for my head,


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Shepherds I have lost my love,/ Have you seen my Anna?


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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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Let ambition fire thy mind,/ thou wert born o'er men to reign,/ Not to follow flocks designed,/ scorn thy crook, and leave the plain.


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Go where glory watis thee,/ But while fame elates thee,


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Robin is my only jo,/ For Robin has the art to loe;


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Ye mariners of England,/ That guard our native seas,


Title_of_Work:
The following is the orphan's hymn of thanksgiving

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O God! our help in ages past,/ Our hope for years to come,


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CLERK COLVILL and his lusty dame/ Were walking in the garden green;


Title_of_Work:
A few passages from The dull man's companion

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Next to nothing.- 'What's a o'clock, Pat? in-/quired a traveller. 'Next to nothing,' answer-ed the Milesian, with great confidence.


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THE very name of ROBESPIERRE excites a variety/ of disagreeable sensations,-wonder, rage, horror, and revenge, occupy the bosom by turns.


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NEAR yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd/ And still where many a garden flower grows wild,


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HENRIETTA MARIA, queen of great Britain, at the death of her father, Henry the Fourth, was a cradle infant;...


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

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BARON R- used 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 life of Richard Balf, a cruel murderer and highwayman


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HERE Sheffery Morgan the Welsh doctor lies,/ Come good St Taffy, now with mournful cries,/ And sweep ap Shink in Shones and cousin Price,/ With all our near relations Hugh and Rice;


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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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A Mole on the forehead of a man or woman denotes they shall grow rich and nbtain [sic] great possesions, being beloved by their friends and neighbours.


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IN the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,/ May my fate no less fortunate be,


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There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,/ And castocks in Stra'bogie,


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AROUSE! arouse! ilk kilted clan,/ Let Highland hearts lead on the van,


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In Roslin's bowers bloom fragrant flowers,/ On Yarrow's banks bloom mony;


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I AM a wee and winsome lass,/ Steady to my tether;


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What care I for your herring in sa't!/ laddie I like to tell thee true;


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Ye'll a' hae heard tell o' Rob Rorryson's bonnet,/ Ye'll a' hae heard tell o' Rob Rorryson's bonnet


Title_of_Work:
Young Whip-stitch, a London tailor's son

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A London Tailor, as 'tis said,/ By buckram, canvas, tape, an' thread,


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A holy man speaking of Death, styles it with a great deal of elegance and propriety,


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O MOTHER dear Jerusalem,/ when shall I come to thee,


Title_of_Work:
A never-failing method for women to get good husbands

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LADIES,/ I persume [sic] you will confess, that I have undertaken a very great task,


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When Alexander the Great, king of Macedon, invaded Persia, Darius, who was king thereof, opposed him with a very great army,


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Go where the glory waits thee,/ But while fame elates thee,


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No more I'll court the town-bred fair,/ Who shines in artificial beauty,


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OH, yes! I've seen this Kate Kearney,/ Who lives on the lake of Killarney;


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O Saw ye my father, or saw ye my mother,/ Or saw ye my true-love John?


Title_of_Work:
Lawrie O'Broom's rambles from Ireland to Scotland

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THE trade it is bad, now good people I hear;/ And my name it is Lawrie O'Broom, sir,


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EARLY one summer morning,/ As I went o'er the moss


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BRITONS are ye waking yet,/ Or are ye sleeepin' sound, I'd wit,


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THE wind was hush'd, the storm over,/ unfurl'd was every flowing sail,/ From toil releas'd when Dick of Dover,/ went with his messmates to regale.


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O this is no mine ain lassie,/ Fair tho' the lassie be;


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John Bull for pastime took a prance,/ Some time ago, to peep at France,


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SHE'S jilted me, an' now I'm free/ To seek anither dearie;


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BANNOCKS o' bear-meal, bannocks o' barley,/ Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks o' bar-/ley.


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The wealthy fool with gold in store,/ Will still desire to grow the richer;


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We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn/ side,/ Where the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn/ side;


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YOUNG Henry was as brave a youth/ As ever grac'd a martial story;/ And Jane was fair as lovely truth,/ She sigh'd for love, and he for glory.


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WHEN gloaming treads the heels of day,/ And birds sit couring on the spray,/ Alang the flowery hedge I stray/ To meet mine ain dear somebody.


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WHEN Gloamin' treads the heels o' Day/ And birds sit courin' on the spray,/ Alang the flow'ry hedge I stray/ To meet my ain dear somebody.


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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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'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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'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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SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,/ And never brought to min'?/ Should auld acquaintance be forgot,/ And days o' langsyne?


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I ha'e lost my love, an' I dinna ken how,/ I ha'e lost my love, an' I carena;/ For laith will I be just to lie down an' dee,


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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?


Title_of_Work:
A narrative of the extraordinary adventures of four Russian sailors. Who were cast away in the desert island of East-Spitzbergen

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THE truth of these adventures is sufficiently authenticated. When these unfortunate sailors first arrived at Archangel, they were examined apart by Mr. Klinstadt, Chief Auditor of the Admiralty of that city,


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THE 'squire he returned in a furious mood,/ Swearing to be revenged on the farmer's blood/ But fortune to the farmer has proved most kind,


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ONE evening in the month of September, 1731, a girl of 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 in France.


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PART I./ ALL you that are 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.


Title_of_Work:
The sinners and the sculls; A tale. By Peter Pindar

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A pair of youths, too fond of missing,/ That is of one sad crime call'd kissing,/ Could never let the girls alone;/ For ever busy with their lips -/ Of Adam's block two nice young chips/ As good for love as e'er was known.


Title_of_Work:
The comical transactions of Leper the tailor

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PART I./ 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;


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The preface [to 'The history of John Cheap, The chapman']

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JOHN CHEAP the Chapman, was a very comical short thick fellow, with a broad face and long nose;...


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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 wen

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative which is preceded by a 1-page preface


Title_of_Work:
The merry history of Tom Stitch the tailor

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CHAP. I./ Of Tom Stitch's Birth, and Parentage./ In Thread-needle-street, at the upper end of Thimble Alley, lived one William Stitch, by profession a taylor, who was married to Nan Needle:/ Whom many men did often thread,/ When they could gain her to the


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LOVE, where it is truly fixed on a proper object, and meets with a suitable reception, instills such an agreeable softness into the soul, such a smoothness of disposition, such a winning carriage, and such a genteel deportment,


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It is a strange thing that people should ask of the FIFTEEN Comforts or Pleasures of Matrimony, as if they could be numbered; whereas, I affirm, that the pleasures of Matrimony are numberless.


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O gin my wiff wad drink hooly and fairly


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IT was near a fountain where I sat alone,


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'TWAS on the Belfast monntains [sic],/ I heard a maid complain


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ROY'S wife of Aldivalloch,/ Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,


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Faithful lovers; or the death of Henry and Jane

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COME listen young lovers while I sing unto ye,


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FAREWELL my dear Polly I am going,/ Where I never shall see you no more,/ There's no danger in crossing the ocean,/ nor staying at home on the shore.


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BY Logan's streams that run sae deep,/ Fu' aft wi' glee I've herded sheep,


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In the capital of one of the large and rich provinces of the kingdom of China, ...


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YE Protestants of Ireland I pray you lend an ear


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QUEEN Jean who was in labour for six weeks/ and more


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AH! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my Pastora,/ O say, have you met the sweet nymph on your way


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THE sailing trade is a weary trade,/ It's rob'd me of my heart's delight,


Title_of_Work:
A letter from Mr. Christoper Love to his wife

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My most Gracious Beloved/ I AM now going from a prison to a palace;


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FRom Dunkirk in France in themonth [sic] ofSeptember [sic],


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AS I came in by Teviot side,/ And by the braes of Branksome,/ There first I saw my bonny bride/ Young smiling, sweet and handsome;


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A Laddie and a lassie went out to gather roses


Title_of_Work:
The North Highland volunteers. A new song.


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WHEN I follow'd a lass that froward and/ shy,


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HOW pleasant a sailor's life passes,/ who roams o'er the watery main!/ No treasure he ever amasses,/ but chearfully [sic] spends all his gain.


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What a wonderful age 'tis my lads,/ And what wonderful people live in it,/ We've wonderful mammas and dads,/ Fresh wonders arise every minute.


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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,/ And never brought to mind:/ Should auld acquaintance be forgot,/ And days of langsyne.


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Comin' thro' the craigs o' Kyle,/ Amang the bonny blooming heather,


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IT fell on a day, and a bonny summer day,


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AA [sic] I was walking one morning in the spring,


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EBOULI SINA, a sage dervice, had passed the/ night in the house of a poor woman,...


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'Twas ae day in autumn and just in the gloamin,


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OH! The boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring/blades,/ And if ever they met with the nice little maids,


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Did ever swain a nymph adore,/ as I ungrateful Nanny do?/ Was ever shepherd's heart so sore,/ or ever broken heart so true?


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Green grow the rashes, O,/ Green grow the rashes, O,/ The sweetest hours that e'er I spend/ I spent among the lasses O.


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ALL in the Downs a 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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YE mariners of England,/ Who guard our native seas,/ Whose for these thousand years have brav'd/ The battle and the breeze;


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Go where glory waits thee,/ But while fame elates thee,


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HOW sweet to recline on the bosom we love,/ And breathe all our cares in her innocent ear,


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WHEN Katie was scarce out nineteen,/ O but she had twa coal-black een;


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THOUGH I am now a very little lad,/ If fighting men cannot be had,


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O JAMIE, lad, hear my advice,/ And warning tak' by me, man,/ For if you get a wife like me,/ You'll ru't until ye die, man,


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OH, take me to your arms my love,/ For keen the wind doth blow;


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'TWAS on the spot in ancient lore oft nam'd./ Where Isis and Osiris once held sway,


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O I hae seen when fields were green,/ And birds sae blythe and cheerie, O,


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Ize zing you a whimsical lay,/ 'Bout a frolic that hap'd at our town,

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8 8-line verses and Ri um ti idity a & c. chorus


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Gin a body meet a body/ Comin' through the rye,/ Gin a body kiss a body,/ Need a body cry.


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EDWARD II. of England kept up the same claim upon Scotland, which his father had begun; and after several unsuccessful attempts to establish it,


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NOW Edinboro' I'm gaun to leave,/ And thee, my bonnie dear, Jessie,


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O! when I was christen'd, 'twas on a fair day,/ And my on loving mother call'd me her dear joy;


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THE sae was rough, the night was dark,/ Far distant every joy;


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A HERMIT who dwells in these solitudes cross'd/ me,/ As wayworn and faint up the mountain I/ press'd,


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AWAY, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,/ In you let the minions of luxury rove;/ Restore me the rocks where the snow flake re-/poses,/ If still they are sacred to friendship and love.


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


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'TWAS night and the farmer his fireside near,/ O'er a pipe quaff'd his ale stout and old;


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I love you, by heaven, what can I say more?/ Then set not my passion a-cooling;


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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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WHEN little on the village green,/ We play'd I learn'd to love her,


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WHEN it is night, and the mid-watch is come,/ And chilling mists hang o'er the darken'd/ (main,


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THIS horrible slave of Satan was first suspected by her neighbours and then her horrible witchcrafts were found to the conviction of many,


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Begone, dull care, I pray thee begone from me,/ Begone, dull care, you and I can never agree,


Title_of_Work:
The frolicks of King Charles II. and his three concubines

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KING Charles II. with some of his Nobles being a haymaking, Nell Gwynn stood looking on.


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TALE V./ The Fairy./ THERE was, once upon a time, a widow, who had two daughters.


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MY daddy is dead and has left me some money,/ I'll dress very fine and look very funny


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When it is night, and the mid-watch is come,/ And chilling mists hang o'er the darken'd main,


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Down in a meadow fresh and gay,/ Plucking a flow'r the other day/ Plucking a flow'r both red and blue,/ I little thought what love could do.


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WITH timbers green from childhood's dock/ buoy'd up by youthful notions,


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My daddy is dead an' left me some lan'/ lass gin ye loe me tell me true:


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Come, come bonny lassie, cry'd Sandy, awa,/ While mither's a spinning, and father's afar,


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Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his/ bride,/ But saving a crown, he had naething beside;


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COME here, we're all jovial and hearty,/ as hearty as hearty can be,/ No sorrow or care to perplex us,/ from trouble we never are free,


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Young Jemmy's ganging after me,/ The live-long day and night;


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Come neighbours near, I'll tell you a tale,/ To lend attention I'm sure you wont fail,


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HARK, gentle Jane the huntsman's horn:/ Now chides my longest day:


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Oh Nanny, wilt thou fly with me,/ nor sigh to leave the charming town,


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When o'er the downs at early day,/ My lowland Willie hired him,


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NOW JUDAS, the Traitor, having heard all that was done,


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NOVEMBER chill blow loud with angry/ brow,/ The short'ning winter's day is near a close;


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On Richmond Hill there's a lass,/ More bright than May-day morn,


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Auld farran cantie bodie,/ Cam ye frae the Netherlee?/ Auld farran' cantie bodie,/ Did ye there my lassie see?


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As Jenny sat down wi' her wheel by the fire,/ And thought of the time that was fast fleein' by,

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7 4-line verses with repeated lines as chorus


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The father of Nancy a forester was,/ And an honest old woodman was he,


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To a village that skirted the sea,/ An Exciseman one midsummer came;


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THE deil cam fiddling thro' the town,/ And danc'd awa wi' the exciseman;


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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,/ Tho' I were ne'er sae wearie.


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FROM Brighton two Paddies walk'd under the cliff,/ For pebbles and shells to explore,/ When, low! a small barrel was dropp'd from the skiff,/ Which floated, at length, to the shore;


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Whan Maggy and I war acquaint,/ I carried my noddle fu' hie,/ Nae lintwhite on a' the gay plain,/ Nae gowdspink sae bonnie as she.


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COME, Clara, as the lily fair,/ Blushing like the dew-kiss'd rose,


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IN slumber of midnight the sailor boy lay,/ His hammock swung loose at the sport of the/ wind,


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WHA wadna be in love/ Wi' bonnie Maggie Lauder,


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OH why should we seek to anticipate sorrow,/ By throwing the flower of the present away,


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PRithee fill me the glass, till it laugh in my face,


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THE breeze was fresh, the ship in stays,/ Each breaker hush'd the shore abaze,


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COME empty all your bowls,/ we must from hence away,


Title_of_Work:
A meditation on the four last things. viz. Death, judgement, heaven and hell

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A meditation on death./ Death the old serpent's son,/ Thou hadst a sting once like thy fire,


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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 desart,...

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


Title_of_Work:
Master and man: or, The adventures of Billy MacDaniel

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BILLY MACDANIEL was once as likely a young man as ever shook his brogue at a patron,...


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UPON the road, the other day,/ I chanc'd to overtake, Sir,


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O GOOD Christian people, behold a man who has com'd through a world of wonders, a hell full of hardships, dangers by sea, and dangers by land, and yet I am alive;...


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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 Habertchoy Mill: My father was a Scotch Highlander,...


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INCONVENIENCE OF A PETITION./ A reverend Gentleman, when visiting his parishoners, was in one house first saluted with the growling of a dog,...


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GUARDIAN angels now protect me,/ Send me to the swain I love,


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YOU maidens all come pity me,/ and be no more disdaining,


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COME, come my dear Bet,/ The sun is just set,/ All nature looks smiling you see,

Work_Notes:
6 64-line verses with last line repeated as chorus


Title_of_Work:
The maid's answer (to Three herring in sa't)

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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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MY Father he's a gentleman,/ a gentleman was he/ He married me to an old man,/ that was three-score and three.


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THERE is a pretty chambermaid/ lives into the south;/ So tight, so light, so neat, so gay,


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AH Chloris! could I now but sit/ as unconcern'd, as when,/ Your infant beauty cou'd beget/ no happiness nor pain.


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TWO years after this great naval battle, the celebrated bay of Aboukir presented another spectacle, not less glorious.


Title_of_Work:
Copy of verses [relating to Mary Thompson]

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You servant girls both far and uear [sic],/ I pray you to attend,/ And be advis'd by these few lines,/ Which I in j(ail?) have pen'd.


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WARKWORTH CASTLE, in Northumberland, stands very boldly on a neck of land near the sea-shore, almost surrounded by the river Coquet...


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The science of Palmistry is now being revived under better auspices than heretofore.

Work_Notes:
1-page guide to palmistry with illustration


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A mole on the neck of man or woman, doth promise he or she shall become rich.

Work_Notes:
1.5-page instruction on the interpretation of moles


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FEMALES are principally led astray from the following causes:...

Work_Notes:
.5-page prose narrative with 1.5 pages of statistics


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There are many kinds of gambling as their are trades, and they move in as many spheres, from the most noble duke or duchess, to the most abandoned chimney sweeper; pretenders to honour and honesty, versed in various tricks and arts,...


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Now winter comes, wi' breath sae snell,/ And nips we frost the gizen'd gowan,/ Yet frosty winter strange to tell!/ Has set my thrawart heart a lowin.


Title_of_Work:
An acrostic upon the name of that godly, faithful and zealous minister and martyr of Jesus Christ, Mr. Richard Cameron : done by a true lover of his memory, and owner of the honourable cause which he sealed with his blood

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MOST noble CAMERON of renown,/ A fame of thee shall ne'er go down;


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The hunting of Chevychase. An ancient heroic ballad

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ALL happiness attend our King,/ our nation, one and all:


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An Acrostic to the memory of Colonel James Gardiner, who fell in the Battle of Prestonpans, Sept. 21st. 1745


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Robin red-breast and the wren, or, Robin's complaint on the vanity of the times

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IN the last of October, the first of November,/ When gone is the summer, then comes in winter,

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11 pages of verse with 8-line conclusion


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A letter from Mr Alexander Peden, to the prisoners in Dunnotar Castle, July 1685


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PHILOSOPHERS observe, that it is vain for a man to repine at that which he cannot help;...


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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 life-time desired, That all those who came to attend his funeral, might be handsomely entertained with a halfpenny roll, and a pint of ale,...


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A certain old gentleman and his two sons, being in a company, his eldest son sitting next to him, spoke a word which highly displeased his father;...


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[The history of John Cheap, The chapman]

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


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YOUNG virgins all I pray draw near,/ A pretty story you shall hear,/ It's of a Turkish Lady brave,/ Who fell in love with an English slave


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IT fell upon the Martinmass time,/ and a gay time it was then,


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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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THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,/ The dew on his thin robe it was heavy and chil,/ For his country he sigh'd when at twilight/ repairing,/ To wander along by the wind-beaten hill;


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COME, cheer up, my lads,/ 'tis to glory we steer,


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I've spent my time in rioting, debauch'd my health and strength!


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You maidens pretty, in town and city,/ pray hear with pity my mournful strain,/ A maid confounded, in sorrow drowned,/ And deeply wounded with grief & pain.


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SAYS the proud King of France,/ We'll protect the young Pretender,


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LET the tempest of war/ Be heard from afar,


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ANCE I lo'ed a bonny lassie,/ lang I thought she'd be my ain;


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My dear Highland laddie, O,/ By Tannahill

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BLYTHE was the time when he fee'd wi' my father, O,/ Happy waur the times when we herded thegither, O,


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Come all you lasses, blyth and gay,/ And listen unto me this day;


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How sweet, at close of eve,/ The harp's responsive sound,


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WHEN I was a bonny wie lassie,/ I lived by yon river side;


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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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AS I was a-walking one morning in spring,/ To hear the birds whistle, & Nightingale sing,/ I heard a fair maid she was making her moan,/ Saying, I'm a poor stranger, & far from my own.


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Abroad as I was walking,/ down by a river-side,


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BONAPARTE o'er the sea,/ Threatens you, and threatens me;


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Hard by a clear river in the sweet month of May


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O that I had ne'er been married!/ I wad never had nae care:


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ONE day as I rambled cross Kirlington Park,

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7 4-line verses, 1 6-line verse and 2-line chorus


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BAD news is come to town,/ Bad news is carried


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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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SWEET Lass, I approve o' your plan,/ I think that you're wise for to knit,/ An' buckle yoursel' to a man,


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MY heart's in Coalsnaughton, my heart is not here;/ My heart's in Coalsnaughton, at home with my dear,


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Yougal harbour; or, Pretty Nancy of Capperquin

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I being on my rambles on a summer's morning/ early as the day did dawn,/ And Sol appear'd in his pomp and glory,/ I took my way thro' a pleasant lawn:


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YE mariners of Britain,/ That guard our native seas,/ Whose flag has brav'd a thousand years/ the battle and the breeze,


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As Cupid was a rambling,/ the day all along,


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CURTIS was old Hodge's wife,/ For virtue none was ever such,


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These are little marks on the skin, although they appear to be the effect of chance or accident,


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HARD by a clear river, in the sweet month of May,


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Bessy Bell & Mary Gray. History of the ballad

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THERE is a place called Lednoch, about four computed miles from Perth;...


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YOU maidens pretty, in town and city,/ pray hear with pity my mournful strain;


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SAYS Plato, Why should man be vain,/ since bounteous Heav'n has made him/ great?


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Answer to The rock and the wee pickle tow

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Now, Sandy, the winter's cauld blasts are awa


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O saw ye Johny cumin, quo she,/ Saw ye Johny cumin;


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WHEN our great Sovereign Charles/ was driven from his throne,


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I once was a stranger, in a far country did/ roam,


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FAREWELL to all sorrows, with joy now i'll sing,


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DEAR bless me, have I waken'd/ out of my silent dream!


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O are ye sleepin' Maggie?/ O are ye sleepin' Maggie?


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NOW Bonney is awa',/ From his warring and fightin'


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YE lads and lasses sadly mourn,/ The horrors of that dreadful morn,


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A hermit who dwells in these solitudes cross'd/ me,


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No life pleasing to God, that is not useful to man./ An Eastern Story.

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It pleased the mighty sovereign Abbas Carascan, from whom the Kings of the earth derive honour and dominion to set Mizra, his servant over the province of Tauris.


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The upshot of the history [of Will and Jean]

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OH! that folk wad weel consider/ What it is to tyne a name;/ What this world is a' thegither,/ If bereft of honest fame!


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THE following incident, which took place at Calais in April 1817, is translated from a French newspaper


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A wonderful story, from a book entitled Visits from the world of spirits

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A Clergyman, who lived in the Massachusetts, and had entertaining an opinion,


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NEAR the centre of the dark and gloomy forest of Soroe, in Denmark,


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THERE are as many kinds of gambling as there are trades, and they move in as many spheres, from the most noble duke or duchess, to the most abandoned chimney-sweeper; pretenders to honour and honesty, versed in various tricks and arts,


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A London tailor, as 'tis said,/ By buckram, canvas, tape an' thread,


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Good People,/ Though by the rigour of the law you are forbid to give me any relief, yet you may pity my unhappy state, for the Scripture saith, "That to the miserable pity should be shewn."


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Sweetheart,/ Before I write further, I beseech you not to think that...


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To dream of walking in a field,/ Where new blown roses odiours [sic] yield


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When I've money I am merry,/ When I've none I'm very sad,


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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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Geordie sits in Charlie's chair,/ Bonny laddie, Highland laddie;


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WE loosed from the Downs,/ out of fair London town,


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COME all you jolly sailors,/ who live by tuck of drum,/ I'll tell you of a Robber,/ who on the seas is come;


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THERE was a bridal in this town,/ And till't the lasses a' was boun',


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A sailor's life's a life of woe,/ He works now late, now early,


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IN Hungerford Market a maid/ Dwelt, who never had thought o' man,


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AS Jack the brisk young drummer/ was going to his duty,/ He espy'd a lovely creature,/ none could excel her beauty


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COME listen a while all you that love fun,/ I'll tell you a story that lately was done,


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YE swains who're happy with your lo-/(vers;/ by having them at hand,


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NOT drunk nor yet sober, but brother to both,/ I met a young man upon Aylesbury Vale,

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12 4-line verses, each verse followed by a 'Laru la re, laru, &c.' chorus and a repetition of the last two lines of the verse.


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IT was in old times,/ When trees compos'd thymes,/ And flowers did with elegy flow;


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MY jewel's gone to the range the sea,/ to face the blust'ring ocean;/ May the God of Fortune on him smile,/ send him honour and promotion.


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'TWas Saturday night, the twinkling stars,/ shone in the rippling sea:


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AS Tom and Cupid went astray,/ For to pass the time away,/ Tom he thought himself quite happy,/ while he walk'd the new moon [sic] hay:


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IN Scotland there liv'd a humble beggar,/ He had neither house, nor hauld, nor hame,/ But he was weel liked by every body,/ And they gae him sunkets to rax his wame.


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OVER port, pipe, or snuff box, there's always some/ wight/ To tell ye a story at club ev'ry night,

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8 4-line verses and 'Derry down &c.' chorus


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MITHER/ Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen,/ He's the king o' good fellows and wale o' auld/ men;

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6 4-line verses in the form of a dialogue between 'mither and doughter'


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YOUNG Verdict was a lawyer gay,/ And of our town surpassed all;


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Let us go, Lassie, go,/ To the braes o' Balquhither,/ Where the blae-berries grow/ 'Mang the bonnie highland heather,


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ARRAH come sons of Erin, I'll give you a song;/ The Shillelah's my theme, of course 'twill not be long;


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MY Father was once a great merchant,/ As any in Ireland was found,

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7 8-line verses and 'Fal de ral, &c.' chorus


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WHERE are the joys I have met in the/ morning,/ That danc'd to the larks early song?


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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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4 4-line verses and 'Foorallalloo, &c.' chorus


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O tell me my bonny sweet lassie,/ O tell me the way for to woo,/ O tell me, my bonny sweet lassie,/ O tell me the way for to woo;


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IT is most certain that mens' actions speak their principles the plainest,...


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ARRA, Captain Agra, I'm going to list,/ Will you lend me the loan of your hand in my fist?/ I'm going to Dublin, is this the straight way?/ I was not there to-morrow nor here yesterday.


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A sailor's account of the surrender of the French fleet at Cadiz

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[H]AVE you heard the comical story,/ just happened at Cadiz's Bay?


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NEAR Burton-town in Stafford-shire,/ There liv'd a farmer's daughter fair


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IN the merry month of June,/ in the prime time of the year,


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THERE was a shepherd's son,/ kept sheep upon yon hill,/ And he laid down his budget,/ all for to drink his fill

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13 4-line verses with 'Fal de ral' chorus


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WHEN on thy dear bosom lying,/ Celia, who can speak thy bliss,/ Who the rapture I'm enjoying,/ when thy balmy lips I kiss?


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WILLIE was a wanton wag,/ the blythest lad that e'er I saw,/ At bridals still he bore the brag,/ And carried a the gree awa',


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The deil cam fiddling thro' the town,/ An' danc'd awa wi' the exciseman;


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Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,/ The auld castle turrets are cover'd wi' snaw,


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Ye'll a' hae heard o' Rab Roryson's bannet,/ Ye'll a' hae heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bannet

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4 4-line verses and 4-line chorus (first verse repeated)


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A SHORT time ago, a couple in town, who indulged too freely in the use of spirits,...


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The bachelor's miseries, exemplified in the history of Mess John Magopico

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MAGOPICO was a country dominie, who taught the children the alphabet, and sung Psalms in the Parish Kirk on Sabbath.


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Dr Cantor delivered a lecture a short time since, in the course of which he mentioned some curious circumstances respecting dreams.


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OH no, I never mentioned it,/ I never said a word,


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Who is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly fixed eyes/ Seem a heart overcharged to express?


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WHO is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly fixed eyes,/ Seem a heart overcharged to express?


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Who is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly fixed eyes,/ Seem a heart overcharged to express?


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DEAR Chloe how blubber'd is that pretty face?/ thy cheeks all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd!


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WHo ere's been at Paris must need know the [??]eve,/ The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave,

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12 4-line verses with 'Derry down, etc.' chorus


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TWO ears at a time are too many for use,/ as they're only the inlets of strife;


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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 every bodie,/ And they gae him sunkets to rax his wame.


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Sweet Heart,/ Before I write further, I beseech you to think not that it is your wife that now writeth to you:


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AN Irishman asked, whether he or his brother were oldest?


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Tom. OF all the opinions professed in religion, tell me now Pady,...


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The merry revenge; or, Joe's stomach in tune

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THere are a sort of trades-people in the world, so selfish, and so ignorant, that they vainly imagine a shilling extorted, or imposed,...


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TALE I./ Of a Scholar and a tapster on a winter night./ THE tapster said, Sir, will you go to bed. No, quoth the scholar, there are thieves abroad, and would not willingly be taken napping.

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6 pages of prose narratives - 7 brief stories


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LOOK fairly all the world around,/ and as you truth deliver,


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WHat need you talk of Hector's deeds,/ or Alexander's fame,


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IS'T my country you'd know, I'm an Irishman born,/ And they christen'd me Paddy O Blarney,


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COME, come my dear Bet,/ The sun is just set,

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6 6-line verses with last line repeated as chorus


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SWEET Nelly, my heart's delight,/ Be loving and do not flight,


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O Thanks be to Providence that made us to smile,/ We can boast of conquering the French at Bellisle


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YE nymphs and ye Swains,/ Who are youthful and gay,/ Attend to my call,/ and be blest while ye may,


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In Scotland there liv'd 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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Ad. Duncan's Victory over the Dutch fleet

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COME all couragious Britons bold,/ and listen unto me;/ And likewise all you seamen brave,/ that are by land and sea:/ A glorious vict'ry I'll unfold,/ there never yet was such,


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BONAPARTE with flints and steel,/ our country thinks invading,


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The morn [sic] had climb'd the highest hill,/ which rises o'er the source of Dee,


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TO friend, and to foe,/ And to all that I know,


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COME listen ye lads, and ye lasses around,/ To a stave or two sung by Harry Hidebound;

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5 4-line verses and Tol de roll etc. chorus


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TO all the Ladies now at Bath,/ and eke ye Beaux to you


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O The broom the bonny bonny broom,/ the broom of the Cowden Knows


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A Man that is marry'd had better be hang'd,/ For his wife like an imp at his elbow doth stand,


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AS I was a walking one morning in the spring,/ To hear the birds whistle & nightingale sing,/ I heard a fair maid she was making her moan,/ Saying, I am a poor stranger and far from my own.


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TALE II. Blue Beard./ THERE was a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate, embroidered furniture and coaches, gilded all over with gold.


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A FARMER, near the east nook o' Fife,/ Was carried aff in prime o' life,

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3 page verse narrative preceded by a 2-line quote


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THE following authentic List of Criminals who have bee [sic] Executed at Glasgow, are taken from CLELAND'S ANNALS OF GLASGOW, and other official records.

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3-page list of criminals with 1 paragraph introduction


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The following is an Elegy, written by W. Cameron, (alias Hawkie) on the occasion./ ELEGY./ Ye Glasgow folks, baith ane an' a',/ Look sad, and let a tear doon fa',


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A KING AND A PHILOSOPHER./ George III. while walking one day at Windsor, met a smart little boy who was dressed in a suit of new clothes.

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9-page collection of short stories and anecdotes


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NEVER, perhaps, were the vivifying and stimulating effects of happy love more strikingly displayed than in the person of Eustace Bentinck.

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4-page prose narrative preceded by 4 lines of verse


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GOOD people all, attend, I pray,/ to what I'm going to mention,


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There was a young sailor from Dover he came,/ He courted pretty Sally, pretty Sally, was her name:


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COME all ye sons of Britain, and hear my loyal lay,/ I'll sing the tenth of April, that very glorious day,


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THE trade it is bad, now good people I hear;/ and my name it is Lawrie O'Broom, Sir,


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Ha! bonny lad, ye've now run wrang;/ Thae nor'lan birkies, stiff and strang,


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As I gaed into Cawder town,/ to sell my market ware, man,


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Our bugles had sung, for the night cloud had lower'd,/ and the centinel stars set the watch in the sky,


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LOVE, I am come to take my leave,/ Therefore my charming girl do not grieve,


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Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder,/ the rain in deluge showers!


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Let us go, lassie go/ To the Braes of Balquhither,/ Where the blae-berries grow/ 'Mang the bonnie highland heather;


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On the fourteenth of April,/ as you might hear them say,


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NOW Edinbro' I'm gaun to leave,/ And thee, my bonny dear, Jessie,


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YOU may talk of the land that gave Patrick his/ fame,/ The land of the Ocean and Anglean Name,


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A short account of the battle of Bannockburn, which was fought, June 24th, 1314

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EDWARD II kept up the same claim in Scotland which his father had begun:


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SWEET are the charms of her I love,/ More fragrant than the blooming rose,


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EDWARD II. kept up the same claim in Scotland which his father had begun:


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My love she's but a lassie yet/ My love she's but a lassie yet;/ I'll let her stan a year or twa,


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It fell about the Martinmas time,/ and a gay time it was than


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Did you ever hear of a loyal Scot,/ Who was never concern'd in any plot,/ I wish it might fall to my lot,/ To marry you my dearie, O.


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As I came down the Canno-gate,/ The Canno-gate, the Canno-gate,/ As I came down the Canno-gate,/ I heard a lassie sing, O:


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The sea, the sea, the open sea,/ The blue, the fresh, the ever free,


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Bright Sol, from the east spreads/ His beauties around,


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A baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping,/ for her husband was far on the wild raging sea,


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Wha wadna fight for Charlie?/ Wha wadna draw the sword?


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A wee bird cam to our ha, door,/ he warbled sweet and clerly;


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An honest farmer and his wife,/ liv'd quietly by themsel's sir,


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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 worked into a song.


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'Twas when the wan leaf frae the birk-tree was/ fain/ and Martinmas dowie had wound up the year


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In Beith there lived a frail auld man,/ His age was sixty-five an' ten,


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O The broom the bonny bonny broom/ the broom of the Cowden knows,


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THere is a chambermaid lives in the South,/ So tight, so light, so neat, so gay, so handy - o,


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CHarming, lovely beauteous creature,/ Cease to languish grieve and pine,


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THE yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae,/ Gries milk the ewes, lassie, let nane of them gae;


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THREE jolly batchelors jolly and gay,/ Being all Paper-makers, by what I've heard say,


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GIve service to the young man,/ That lives in yon town below,


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THERE is a chambermaid/ lives into the south;


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ALL you jolly lovers, I pray you attend,/ Unto these few verses which here I have penn'd;/ Of a hard hearted mistress, who still bids me go,/ But what's that to any man whither or no!


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AS I lay musing all alone,/ Down by yon shady grove,


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THE 'Squire he returned in a furious mood,/ Swearing to be reveng'd on the Farmer's blood,/ But fortune to the farmer has proved most kind,


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PRetty Nancy of Leaden-hall Street,/ Was courted by Billy on board of our fleet,


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YE gentle winds that softly blow,/ along the verdant plain,


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LAST night as I lay on my bed,/ Such am'rous thoughts came in my/ (head,


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YOung Jockie's wedding was complete,/ The dinner was strong beer & meat,


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SUbjected to the pow'r of love,/ By Nelly's restless charms,/ The fancy fix'd no more can rove,/ or fly love's soft alarms.


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O Wanton King Edward, thy labour is vain,/ To follow the pleasures thou can'st not attain,


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ON Gallowater fair and clear,/ there lives a lovely creature,


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By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay,/ Be so kind, O ye nymphs, I oft-times heard her say,


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I'VE got my Jenny bell to sleep by my side,/ I'll ever bless the day I got her for my bride;/ For she's but twenty-four, and I'm but sixty-three,


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IN Truth I do blush for to hear you prate,/ Against that most noble and honoured state,


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DOWN by yon shadow'd grove,/ One day I chanc'd to rove,


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GOOD neighbours draw near,/ And you quickly shall hear,/ A story that's true I dare say;/ A brisk wife of this town,/ To the races went down,/ Tip'd off with her smart Robin Gray.

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7 6-line verse narrative and 'Sing tol de rol, &c.' chorus


Title_of_Work:
A wonderful story, from a book, intitled, Visits from the world of spirits

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A Clergyman, who lived in the Massachusetts, and had entertained an opinion,


Title_of_Work:
A wonderful story, from a book, entitled Visits from the world of spirits

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A Clergyman, who lived in the Massachusetts, and had entertained an opinion, for more than fifty years,


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Will ye go to the ewe-bughts Marion,/ And wear in the sheep wi' me?

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7 4-line verses and 2-line choruses (last two lines of each verse)


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Weel may the boatie row,/ And better may it speed;


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Adieu to the village, the best on the plain,/ The laigh glen and green hill I'll ne'er see again,


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Blythe, blythe an' happy are we,/ Cauld care is flegg'd awa;/ This is but ae night o' our lives,/ An' wha wou'd grudge tho' it were twa.

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6 4-line verses including 4-line chorus (verse 1)


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O LASSIE, art thou sleeping yet?/ Or art thou wauken, I would wit?


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LEWIS XI. although an unprincipled Prince,..


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It was Dunois the young and brave, was/ bound for Palestine,/ But first he made his orisons before/ Saint Mary's shrine:


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AN INDIAN DEVICE TO AVOID PUNISHMENT./ A friend of ours, who has had extensive dealing with the Indians of Mississippi,...


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


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Go, Yarrow flow'r, thou shalt be blest/ To lie on beauteous Marv's breast;


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The 'squire he returned in a furious mood,/ Swearing to be revenged in the farmer's blood;/ But fortune to the farmer proving more kind,


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In Perth there lived a bonny lad,/ A brewer to his trade O,


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The king sits in Dunfermlin town,/ Sae merrily drinkin' the wine;


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Come, Gentlemen, sit you all merry,/ I'll sing you a song of want;


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Ye shepherds tell me, tell me, have you seen,/ Have you seen my Flora pass this way,


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O, when I was a younker,/ A maid would marry me,


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As I walked out one May morning,/ The flowers they were a-springing,


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Meet me, Miss Molly Malone,/ At the grove at the end of the vale;


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Thou'rt gane awa, thou'rt gane awa,/ Thou'rt gane awa frae me, Mary,


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When first I saw your charming face,/ And heard your soothing tongue,


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My daddie is a canker'd carle,/ He'll no twin wi' his gear,/ My mither she's a scolding wife,/ Hauds a' the house a steer;


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There's nought but care on every haun',/ On every hour that passes, O.


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It was de oder Sunday morning,/ I put on my dandy coat;


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As I came down the Cannogate,/ The Cannongate, the Cannongate,


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I am a charming widow now,/ In age just twenty-two,


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WILLIE stands in his stable door,/ And clapping at his steed;


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YOU'L [sic] marvel when I tell ye o'/ Our noble Burly, and his train;


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O gude ale comes, and good ale goes;/ Gude ale gars me sell my hose,


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Here's a health, bonnie Scotland, to thee

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Here's a health to fair Scotland, the land of the brave!/ Here's a health to the bold and the free!


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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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And ye shall walk in silk attire,/ And siller ha'e to spare,

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2 8-line verses with first line repeated as chorus


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BOTH gentlemen and yoemen [sic] bold,/ Or whatsoe'er you are,


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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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I received yours of the 20th October, intreating me to furnish you with the tale,


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


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There was once upon a time a poor mason, or bricklayer, in Granada,


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1. Why is a room full of married people like an empty room?


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The wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy awa

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Brave flesher Rab that lived in Crief,/ A bonny bonny lassie came to buy some beef,


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Sweet fa's the eve on Cragie-burn,/ And blyth awakes the morrow;


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The heath-cock crawed o'er muir and dale,/ Red raise the sun the sky was cloudy,


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WAE worth the day that I came here,/ To lay my fangs on Jamie's gear!


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March, march, Ettrick and Tivotdale:/ Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order?


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THOMAS RUMBOLD, born of creditable parents at Ipswick, in the county of Suffolk,


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THESE fashionable parties were generally consigned to the higher classes, or noblesse,


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The native country of the coffee plant is supposed to be Persia;


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Mr. JOHN BUNYAN, the celebrated author of the Pilgrim's Progress, and many other useful works,


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IN cauld November's stormy days,/ When webster lads an' a' that,


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BEGONE thou rude winter and loud tempest/ howling,/ Come, blithe blooming summer aye bonny and/ green;


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IT happened on a summer evening,/ In the merry month of May,


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AS cross the field the other morn,/ I tripp'd so blithe and gay,/ The Squire with his dog and gun/ By chance came by that way.


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THE heath this night must be my bed,/ The bracken curtain for my head,


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WHEN I was a bachelor airy and young,/ I followed the raking trade,


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YOU'VE heard of littLe Bonaparte,/ A Corsican by birth,


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ON the second of August, Eighteen hundred/ and one,/ As we sailed with Lord Nelson to the Port of/ Boulogne,


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THERE once liv'd a clown in a steed,/ He thought that he would hae a wifie


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FROM Brighton, two Paddies walked under the/ cliff,/ For pebbles and shells to explore,/ When, lo! a small barrel was drop'd from a skiff,/ Which floated, at length to the shore.


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O LASSIE, art thou sleeping yet?/ Or art thou wauken I would wit?/ For love has bound me hand and fit,/ And I wad fain be in jo.


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COME all you gallant seamen,/ Landsmen listen unto me,


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JANE was a Woodman's daughter,/ The faierst of the three,

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3 8-line verses with repeated lines as chorus


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'TWAS when the wan leaf frae the birk tree was/ fa'in,/ An' Martinmas dowie had wind up the year,


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HERE's to the maiden of blushing fifteen,/ Now to the widow of fifty;/ Here's to the flauting and extravagant quean,/ And then to the housewife that's thrifty,


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MY name it is Maggy M'Laren,/ To tell it I dinna think shame;


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DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo,/ Ha, ha, the wooing o't;


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DUNCAN GRAY cam here to woo,/ ha ha the wooing o't


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ONCE in the flight of ages past,/ There liv'd a man; - and who was he?


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WOULD you hear a sad story of woe,/ That tears from a stone might/ provoke,


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ON Thanet's rock, beneath whose steep,/ Impetuous rolls the foaming deep,


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AH where can I fly my soul's true love,/ Sad I wander this long grove,


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You servant girls both far and near,/ I pray you to attend,/ And be advis'd by these few lines,/ Which I in jail have penn'd.


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LET the seventh angel found on high,/ Let shouts be heard thro' all the sky;


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AN Irishman being asked, whether, he or his brother were oldest?


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It pleased the mighty sovereign Abbas Carascan, from whom the Kings of the earth derive honour and dominion, to set Mirza, his servant over the province of Tauris.


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A London lad I was,/ a merchant's prentice bound,


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A London Taylor, (as 'tis said.)/ By buckram, canvass, tape and thread


Title_of_Work:
Copy of a letter sent by a gentleman to his taylor in Glasgow

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JOHN. cause my clothes to be made, I pray,


Title_of_Work:
An abstract of the prophecies of Mr Allan Logan

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MR ALLAN LOGAN Minister at Clakmanan in the Shire of Stirling,


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BOTH gentlemen and yeomen bold,/ Or whatsae er you are,


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THE fame of an English bull-dog has deservedly transmitted to posterity by a monument in basso-relievo,


Title_of_Work:
Account of the miraculous growth of a woman's hair

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Margaret Horne, an inhabitant of St, Peter du Port in the Isle of Guernsey...


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A lady of great birth and fame/ to Greenwich town for pleasure came;


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Gloomy winters come again,/ Heavy fa's the sleet and rain;


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As I went up the market-street,/ To spend some money to buy me meat,


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While Bacchus' vot'ries loud proclaim,/ The powers of Wine to banish care:


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FY let us a' to the meet'n,/ for mony bra' lads will be there;


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YOung lovers, who're in love engag'd,/ of your deceitful swains beware,


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THERE was a lass and she was fair,/ at kirk and market to be seen,/ When a' the fairest maids were met,/ The fairest maid was bonny Jean.


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I AM a young fellow that likes to be mellow,/ to drink and be merry is all my delight,/ I often get tipsy with excellent whisky,/ with jovial companions from morn to night.


Title_of_Work:
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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Fair Jenny, or, The new way of pease strae

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THE country swain that tends the plain,/ driving the lightsome plough,


Title_of_Work:
The signification of moles in any part of the body

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A mole on the right of the forehead signifies the party wise and industrious.


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GOOD people all both great and small,/ Pray mind what I do write,


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


Title_of_Work:
The grand 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 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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THOMAS WEIR was born at Clydesdale, near to Lanark, who had been a lieutenant in Ireland and afterwards got some public command in the city of Edinburgh in 1649 and 50.


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ELEGY, ON the ever to be lamented death of Peter Duthie,

Work_Notes:
5-pages in prose and verse, on Peter Duthie, with an epitaph


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OF Newbury here lies valiant Jack,/ Shrouded in white, come to his end,


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THE Marquis Della Scalas, in Italy once invited the neighbouring gentry to a grand entertainment,


Title_of_Work:
A hymn on death and eternity, suited to the foregoing occasion

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STOOP down, my thoughts that used to rise/ Converse awhile with death;


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LET ev'ry Briton's heart rejoice,/ Come Morris[?] raise thy cheerful voice,


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On the fourteenth day of April,/ as you might hear them say,


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Come all you gallant heroes bold,/ that to the sea belong,


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I am a ruff tar as you see me,/ And have money to last me for life,


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A CAPTAIN bold, in Halifax,/ Who dwelt in country quarters,


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Algiers Bay, 28th Aug. 1816./ SIR - In all the vicissitudes of a long life of public service,

Work_Notes:
5-page prose narrative including a letter to the Dey of Algiers and the Treaty of peace


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AS I went forth one morning,/ the fields and meadows so fresh and gay,


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Oh! hang this love, it is a serious thing,/ It begins so many a way;


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At dead of night, the hour when courts,/ thro' the wild maze of pleasures rove,


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The young laird of Logie is to prison cast,/ Carmichael's the keeper of the key,/ Lady Margaret the Queen's cousin is very sick,/ and it's all for love of young Logie.


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Love, I am coming to take my leave,/ therefore my charming girl do not grieve,


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THE wind is fair, the day is fine;/ Swiftly, swiftly runs the time;


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My parents rear'd me tenderly, endeavouring for/ me fill,/ And in the town of Wagan they bound me to a/ mill,

Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses and a final 2-line verse


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O leeze me on my spinning wheel,/ And leeze me on my rock and reel,


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How blythe was I ilk morn to see,/ My swain come o'er the hill,/ He leap'd the burn, and flew to me,/ I met him wi' good will.


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Her mouth, which a smile,/ Devoid of all guile,


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Blythe, blythe and merry was she,/ Blythe was she butt an' ben;/ Weel she lo'ed a Hawick gill,/ And leugh to see a tappit hen.


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By the pure light of love that now beams from/ thine eye,/ By the magic that breathes in the balm of thy/(sigh.


Title_of_Work:
A prayer, said at the opening of a lodge, by Jewish free-masons

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O Lord, excellent thou art in thy truth,


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KING Edward II. of England having kept up the same claim upon Scotland, which his father had begun; after several unsuccessful attempts to establish it,


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WOU'D you chuse a wife,/ For a happy life,


Title_of_Work:
The frolicks of Lord Mohun and the Earl of Warwick

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ONE time the Earl of Warwick being out late one night,


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DEATH at a cobler's door oft made a/ stand,


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Mr DODD lived near Cambridge, and had offended some of the Cambridge scholars, by preaching against drunkenness.


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Knights of thumle far an' near,/ Unto my tale pray lend an ear,


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Here in this kirk yard/ There lieth interr'd


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FROM Brighton two Paddies walk'd under the cliff,/ For pebbles and shells to explore,/ When, low! a small barrel was dropp'd from the/ skiff,/ Wnich [sic] floated at length, to the shore


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BANNOCKS o' bear meal, bannocks o' barley./ Here's to the Highlandman's bannocks o' bar-/ley.


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My father's flocks adorn'd the plain,/ Retirement's joys possessing;


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WHEN Maggy and I war acquaint,/ I carrried my noddle fu' hie,/ Nae lintwhite on a' the gay plain,/ Nor gowdspink sae bonny as she.


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YOUNG Love flew to the Paphian bow'r,/ And gather'd sweets from many a flow'r;


Title_of_Work:
A wonderful story, from a book entitled Visits from the world of spirits & c.

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A Clergyman, who lived in the Massachasuts [sic] America and had intertained [sic] an opinion for more than fifty years,


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IT is most certain that mens' actions speak their principles the plainest,

Work_Notes:
6.5-page prose narrative preceded by a 5-line verse


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AS I went out in a May morning,/ In a May morning it happened for to be,


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BEcause the fickle shepherd's gone,/ To win some other fair,/ Don't think that I'll be left alone,


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I That once was a Plough-boy,/ a Sailor am now;


Title_of_Work:
A new song of rejoicing upon the toll being taken off the bridge of Perth

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ALL gentlemen of every station,/ in brugh [sic] and country now do see


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WHAT numbers shall the muse repeat?/ whar verse be found to praise my Annie?


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AS I was coming from the play,/ I met a fair Maid by the way,


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FOR England when with fav'ring gale,/ Our gallant ship up channel steer'd,


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THE night before Larry was stretch'd,/ The boys they all paid him a visit


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THE four-and-twentieth day of May,/ Of all days in the year,


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IN Seventeen hundred and ninety three,/ The French did plant at O??

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses and 6 4-line choruses (some words obscured at the foot of p. 5)


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HOW kind and how good of his dear majesty,/ In the midst of his matters so weighty,


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THUS, thus my boys, our anchor's weigh'd,/ The glorious British flag's display'd


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OF all the Trades both high and low,/ I mean to know what they can do,


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COme take your glass, the north-/ern lass,/ So prettily advis'd;


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I Dined with a bonny lass,/ Who informed me, that her portion was,


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ALL you that sails the plowing ocean,/ Listen a while and you shall hear,


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I Am a young 'squire, that is/ lately intangled in love,


Title_of_Work:
A discription of the bloody battle of Torgau, in Saxony

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YOU popish pack, what can you say?/ who vow'd our Prussian King to slay


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SOUND the trumpet of Fame, see the nation attend,/ To Rodney each Briton must sure be a friend;


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COme all you sailors of courage bold,/ Listen a while and I will unfold;


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YOU damsels fair, I pray draw near,/ And listen to my ditty,


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THE murmuring brooks, the fanning breeze,/ Gay mirtles, flow'ry banks and trees


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NIgh Bristol there liv'd a rich 'squire we hear,/ And he had a beautiful daughter so fair,


Title_of_Work:
I cannot come every day to woo: or, The downright wooing between Scots Jamie and English Nannie

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MY Nanny, my bony sweet love and my honey,/ now I m come to tell thee my mind,


Title_of_Work:
A new song, call'd, The Scots grey plaids

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COME hither all good people, give ear to this request,/ Of the Edinburgh regiment marching into Dumfries,


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I Have seen the smiling of fortune beguiling,/ I've felt all its favours, and found its decay,


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ONce I lov'd a young man dear,/ But cruel fate prov'd most severe,/ For he was banish'd by the law,/ Sent o'er the seas and far awa'.


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THERE was a gentle lady,/ And she lov'd a gentleman


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MY Jocky blyth, for what thou'st done,/ there's nae help for the mending;


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AS I sat at my spinning-wheel,/ a bonny lad was passing by;


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O Heard ye of a bloody knight,/ liv'd in the West country,


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COme now my brave boys we're drove on shore,/ For to raise the strong beer in the year sixty-four,


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IT is most certain that men's actions speak their principles the plainest,


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BECAUSE the fickle shepherd's gone,/ to win some other fair,


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COME all you young men,/ wherever you be,


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COME all ye whipmen lads,/ And do not think it long,


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I'M twenty Weeks married, and nothing but Grief,/ I'm twenty weeks married and finds no Relief,


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AS Damon and Phillis were keeping of sheep,/ Being free from all care they retired to sleep,


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ONCE I had a pretty grey Hawk,/ She went and came at my Request


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Farwell my dear comarade [sic] since you are all gone;/ for here I must stay and make my sad moan,


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BEneath the shady Willow-Green/ Where the purling streams do run


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THE widow can bake and the widow can brew,/ The widow can shape, and the widow can sew,


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LET fortune's angry tempest blow,/ We shrink not from its force


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WHile the lads of the village shall merrily, ah!/ Sound the tabor, I'll hand thee along,


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THERE was a bold boatswain/ in Dover did dwell


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IN good sir Robert's golden days,/ When bribery had no harm in't


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MY Jeany and I have toil'd,/ the live lang summer day,


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ONE morning in the mounth [sic] of may,/ I from my cottage stray'd:/ Just as the sun reveal'd the day,/ I met a jolly young maid;


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A Friend of mine came here yestreen,/ and he wou'd hae me down,/ To drink a bottle a ale wi' him,/ in the niest burrows town.


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I Am a young damsel that flatters myself,/ That I will grow rich, have abundance of wealth


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FArewel my dear, farewel miss Roach,/ Since Tyburn tree must part us both;


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I Am a bold batchelor just in my prime,/ who has a great mind to be married,/ It happened upon on a Saturday's night,/ that late at the ale-house I tarried,


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OH the sad and dismal story,/ Brought from off the Lizzard rocks


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COme all you jolly seamen of courage stout and bold,/ And enter with bold Sayer, he'll cloath you all in/ (gold,


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IT blows a sweet and pleasant gale,/ Into the south, near to the Strand;/ I met a frigate under sail;/ But still she wanted to be mann'd.


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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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WHEN I was a wee thing,/ and just like an elf,


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O Now these lines I must relate, I can no longer stay/ Becausemy [sic] Time is very short Isoommustmarchaway [sic]


Title_of_Work:
The young woman's lamentation for her sweet heart's cruelty

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THat ever I was born to be tormented so,/ By one that wont hold fast nor yet let me go


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MY dearest sweet laddy, pray cease to repine,/ Let not our misfortunes so trouble your mind;


Title_of_Work:
The tippler's triumph: or The drunkard's joyful acclamation

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YE drouthy mortals in this town,/ leave off your lamentation,


Title_of_Work:
Pretty Peggy's humble petition for marriage

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THere was a mournful damsel,/ all in her blooming years,


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GOD prosper long our noble king,/ our lives and purses all;/ A woful challenge did of late,


Title_of_Work:
Marbhrann Mhic-'ic-Ailein, le Niall Mac Mhuirich


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ALas! alas! for an ill hour/ Is now befallen poor Inchflower,


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WHY heaves my fond bosom? ah what can it/ mean?


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WHEN I was at Grand Cairo, I picked up several oriental manuscripts, which I have stil by me.


Title_of_Work:
The substance of an excellent sermon very suitable to the above occasion. From Rev. xx 7

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And when the thousand years are expired Satan shall be loosed out of prison, &c.


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HOIST every sail to the breeze,/ the course of the vessel improve,


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THE sages of old,/ In prophecy told,/ The cause of a nation's undoing;


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IN truth I do blush for to hear you prat,/ Against that most noble and honoured state,


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MY muses, don't fail, to the spring give all hail,/ 'tis the pleasant time in the year;


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I Thought I was all in the garden my lone,/ And no body hearing me singing my song,


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COME all you Free-Masons, who live round/ the globe,/ That wear the badge of innocence - I mean the/ Royal Robe,

Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses with last two lines repeated as chorus


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TWAS on the morn of sweet May-day,/ When Nature painted all things gay,


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AE sweetly-smiling simmer morn,/ When nature bloom'd in a' her pride,


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HOW sweet in the woodlands,/ With fleet hound and horn,


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I Rambled up, and I rambled down,/ Until that I came to yon little market town,


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FIDDLERS tune your violins sweetly,/ Play the Marquis' Reel discreetly,


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COME hither all you country strollers/ and listen what I shall relate,


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A BATCHELLOR miller - so merry a life!/ To marry would mend it but little I doubt;


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AS I went over the county of Cavin,/ for to view the sweet stock of life,/ There I beheld a sweet lovely Venus,


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AS I was walking one mid summer morning,/ down by a shady green tree,


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YE frolicksome sparks of the game,/ ye misers both wretched and old,


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IT chanced of late a shepherd swain,/ that went to seek his straying sheep,/ Within a thicket on a plain./ espied a dainty nymph asleep.


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THE little miss, at three years old,/ plays with doll and prattles;


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MITHER./ Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,/ He's the king o' good fellows and wale o' auld men;


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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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DID you ever hear of young Miss King,/ And how that she was used:


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WHY should I my passion smother?/ or the man I love torment;


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COME all you gallant heroes bold,/ that's willing to take on,

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


Title_of_Work:
The maid's answer [to Three herring in sa't]

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WHat care I for your herring in sa't!/ laddie I like to tell thee true;


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NOW when the wicked Master-Cook/ beheld his death draw near,


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A Brisk young Tar from Sandy Flans,/ in Wapping spent his money,


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NOW against the time appointed, old Mother Bunch decked up her house,


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WHEN my locks are grown hoary,/ and my visage looks pale:


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FROM place to place I travrs'd long,/ devoid of care or sorrow;


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AS Bessy sat down wi' her seam by the fire,/ She thought on the time that was fast flying by/ her,/ And said to hersel', wi' a heavy ha-hee,/ O! a' body's like to be marry'd but me!


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COME all you Knights and Templars,/ that's dressed round the Globe,


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MY dear Johnny Bull the last mail/ brought over your last kind invitation


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CHAP. I./ MR. LEMUEL GULLIVER was the third son of a gentleman in Nottinghamshire: at the age of 14, he was sent to Emanuel College, Cambridge, where he studied very closely for three years;


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CHAP I./ Of her Birth and Parentage ; together with a description of her person when full grown./ MRS. JANE SHORE was daughter to a Mr. Thomas Wainsted, a citizen of good repute, who lived in Cheapside, by trade a mercer.

Work_Notes:
17.5- page prose narrative in 8 chapters


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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 Rome a Nobleman did wed,/ a virgin of great fame;/ A fairer creaturer never did/ dame Nature ever frame;


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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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'TWAS on a Monday morning,/ the day appointed was,/ That Pate went forth unto the broom,/ to meet his bonny lass;


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O tell me my bonny young lassie,/ O tell me the way for to woo;/ O tell me my bonny sweet lassie,/ O tell me the way for to woo.


Title_of_Work:
Watty and Meg, or The wife reformed. A tale

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Keen the frosty winds were blawing,/ Deep the snaw had wreath'd the ploughs:


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It was in the charming fine summer weather,/ When Flora yields a fine fragrant scent,/ A brisk young Squire with his hat and feather/ Into the town of Norris went:


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It was in the charming fine summer weather,/ When Flora yields a fine fragrant scene,/ A brisk young squire, with his hat and feather,/ Into the town of Norris went.


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O Waly, waly, up the bank,/ And waly, waly, down the brae,/ And waly, waly yon burn-side,/ Where me and my love wont to gae


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O waly waly up the bank,/ And waly waly down the brae,/ And waly waly by yon burn-side,/ Where I and my love wont to gae.


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HAUD awa, bide awa,/ Haud awa frae me, Donald;/ What care I for a' your wealth,/ An' a' that ye can gie, Donald?


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FAREWELL to all sorrows, with joy now I'll sing,/ Since Charles has return'd as free as a king,/ Its long seven years since he bade me adieu,/ But now he has return'd with his bonnet so blue.


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WHEN commerce and traffic was first begun in the world, and men came to trade one with another, there was no use for money, nor need of it;


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Good People,/ THOUGH, by the rigour of the law, you are forbidden to give me any relief yet you may pity my unhappy state, for the scripture saith, To the miserable pity shall be shewn.


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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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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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I SING the Maid of Lodi,/ Who sweetly sung to me,/ Whose brows were never cloudy,/ Nor e'er distort with glee;


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You that do know what to true love belong,/ I'll tell you a story that lately was done:/ At Oxford a merchant's fair daughter did dwell,/ Who for wit and beauty did others excel.


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Gloomy winter's now awa,/ Saft the westlin breezes blaw:/ 'Mang the birks o' stanly shaw,/ The mavis sings fu cheery, O;


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Gloomy winter's now awa,/ Saft the westlin breezes blaw,/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanely shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheery, O.


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GLOOMY winter's now awa'/ Saft the westling breezes blaw,/ 'Mong the birks o' Stanley shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheery, O.


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Gloomy winter's now awa',/ Saft the wrestling breezes blaw,/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanely shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheery, O.


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Gloomy winter's now awa,/ Saft the westlin breezes blaw,/ 'Mang the birks o' Stan[l]ey shaw/ The mavis sings fu' cheery O;


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O, WHA are sae happy as me an' my Janet?


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GLOOMY winter's now awa',/ Saft the westling breezes blaw,/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheery, O;


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LET us go, lassie, go/ To the braes o' Balquhidder


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LET us go, lassie, go/ To the braes of Balquhither


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In the NEW YORK OBSERVER of the 4th of June,...


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LOUDON's bonny woods and braes,/ I maun lea' them a' Lassie;


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THIS packet, on her voyage from Halifax for/ England, struck against an island of ice,...


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The morning was delightful on our setting out,/ and promised us a fine day;...


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Loudons bonny woods and braes,/ I maun lea them a Lassie:


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While Mrs Mason was enjoying the kind/ hospitality of Gowan-brae,...


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Loudon's bonny woods and braes/ I maun lea'e them a', lassie,


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I leave my heart wi' thee my love,/ Tho' forc'd from thee to stray;/ Wi' mickle grief I onward move,/ And lonely take my way.


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


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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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Far lone amang the Highland hills,/ 'Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,/ By rocky dens and woody glens/ With weary steps I wander.


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FAR lone amang the Highland hills,/ Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,/ By rocky dens, and woody glens,/ With weary steps I wander.


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FAR lone amang the Highland hills,/ 'Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,/ By rocky dens, and woody glens,/ With weary steps I wander.


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I sigh and lament me in vain,/ These walls do but echo my moan;/ Alas! it increases my pain,/ When I think on the days that are gone;


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I Sigh and lament me in vain,/ These walls can but echo my moan;/ Alas! it encreases my pain,/ When I think on the days that are gone.


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IS there for honest poverty,/ Wha hangs his head, an' a' that?


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Is there for honest poverty,/ Wha hangs his head an' a' that,


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AWA' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's a-/larms,/ The slender bit beauty you grasp in/ (your arms;/ O, gie me the lass that has acres o'/ charms,/ O, gie me the lass wi' the weel stockit/ (farms.


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THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,/ Thou lov'st to greet the early morn,/ Again thou usher'st in the day/ My Mary from my soul was torn.


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O WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut,/ And Rob and Allan cam to see,


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O Willie brew'd a peck o' Maut,/ An' Rob an' Allan cam to see;


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OF a' the airts the win' can blaw,/ I dearly like the west,


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


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SIR,/ THE Account you desired of the strange and surprizing Massacre of Glenco, take as follows:


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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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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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In Beith once dwelt a worthy wife,/ Of whom brave Chaucer mention makes/ She lived a licentious life,/ And namely in venereal acts;


Title_of_Work:
A division of man's age into twelve times six periods, and the duty of each


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THERE was a lass and she was fair,/ At kirk and market to be seen,/ When a' the fairest maids were met,/ The fairest maid was bonny Jean.


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YOUNG Donald was the blythest lad/ that e'er made love to me,/ Whene'er he's by my heart is glad/ he looks so gay and free.


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YOUNG Donald was the blythest lad/ that e'er made love to me,/ Whene'er he's by my heart is glad,/ he looks so gay and free.


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COPE sent a letter frae Dunbar,/ Charlie meet me an' ye dare,/ And I'll learn you the art of war,


Title_of_Work:
The story of Princess Fair-Star and Prince Cherry

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THERE was a princess, who having gone thro'/ several misfortunes, had nothing left of all/ her past grandeer [sic].


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Let drunkards sing in praise of wine,/ Their midnight balls and social glee;/ But Scotia's sons may fidge fu' fain,/ While they hae routh o' barley bree.


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ON a bonny day when the heather was blooming,/ and the silent hill bumm'd wi' the sore laden'd/ bee,/ I met a fair maid as I hameward was riding,/ a herding her sheep on the hill o' Glenshee.


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I WILL and bequeath nnto [sic] Simon Whipstitch, my needle and thimble;...


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BY Oughtertyre grows the aik,/ on Yarrow banks, the birken shaw;


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In Berwick there lies a company/ Of bonny lads so bold and gay,/ They're pretty lads, and men of fame,/ The Berwick-Buffs they're call'd by name;


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WHen my money was gone/ which I gain'd in the wars,


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Cope sent a letter frae Dunbar,/ Charlie meet me an ye dare,/ And I'll learn you the art of war,


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My BURNS is gane, I'm left my lane,/ My dearest spouse no more/ Shall bless my arms, and praise my charms,/ And tell them o'er and o'er.


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THERE was a ship, and a ship of fame,/ Launch'd off 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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Ye social sons of Scotia's isle,/ Who love to rant and roar, Sir,/ To drink, to dance, to laugh, to sing,


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


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How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon foun-/tain,/ And sweet are the cowslips that spangle the grove,


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How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon/ fountain,/ And sweet are the cowslips that spangle the/ (grove,


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IT was upon a Lammas night,/ when corn rigs wave sae bonny,/ Beneath the moou's [sic] unclobbed [sic] light,/ I hied away to Annie,


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COME all you lads and lasses, come listen here a while,


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RISE ye sons of Britain in chorus join/ and sing,


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I will gather sloes, she and I/ we won't be gathering sloes


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JOHN Barleycorn is the rarest grain,/ that e'er was sown in land,


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DOWN in Green Woolich, a town in Yorkshire,


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YOU Frenchman don't talk of you fighting,


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AS I was a walking one morning in the spring,/ To hear the birds whistle and nightingale/ sing/ I heard a fair maid who was making her moan,/ Saying, I am a stranger and far from my own.


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MY name d'ye see's Tom Tough, I have seen a/ little service,


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COme cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer


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HOW happy's the soldier who lives on/ his pay


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COME listen a while and I'll sing you song,


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THERE liv'd a wife in our town end,/ she lo'ed a drap o' cappie O,/ And a' the gear that e'er she gat,/ she slipt in in her gabbie O,


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ONE evening as I rambled,/ two miles below Primny


Title_of_Work:
A second letter of Mrs. Love to her husband

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I CALL thee so, because God hath put heaven into/ thee before he hath taken thee into heaven.


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AS I went over the Highland hisls [sic]/ to a farmer's house I came'


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THe summer was smiling all nature rouud [sic] was gay


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A Balland [sic] on the late misfortune of Gen-/ Burgoyne and his Gallant Army-/ By a Lady./ WHEN merry hearts were gay,


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COme listen young lovers and you'll hear


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COme all you briskdamselsofSunderlandshire [sic]


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IN the Garb of old Gaul, and the fire of old Rome,


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BLYTH you Bess to Jean did say,/ Will ye go to yon sunny brae,/ Where flocks do feed, and herds do stray/ And sport a while with Jamie?


Title_of_Work:
The ploughman's love to the farmers daughter


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IT's being on my rambles on a summer's/ morning/ Early as the day was dawning./ And Sol appear'd in his pomp and glory,/ I took my way through a pleasant lawn,


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O mither dear, I gin to fear,/ tho' I'm baith young and bonny,/ I winna keep : for in my sleep,/ I start and dream o' Johnny,


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DEAR Doctor, be clever, and fling off your/ beaver,/ come bleed me, and blister me, don't be/ (so slow,


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WHAT? is there ill news you're so sad,/ Robin Gray,


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O haste my dear lassie, thy lover ready,


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The bonniest lad that e'er I saw,/ Bonie laddie, highland laddie,/ Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw,/ Bonie Highland laddie.


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On a bonny day, when the heather was blooming,/ And the silent hill bum'd wi' the sore laden bee,/ I met a fair maid as I hameward was riding,/ a herding her sheep on the hills o' Glenshee.


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WHEN I was a serving my time at Drogheda,


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WHEN an Irishman's call'd to tip you a song,


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A SUP of good whisky will make you glad,/ Too much of the creature will set you mad;


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Last week I took a wife,/ And when I first did woo her,/ I vow'd to stick through life,/ like cobler's wax, unto her.


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COME each jolly fellow that loves to be mellow


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CARE, thou canker of all joys,/ Now thy tyrant's reign is o'er,/ Fill the merry bowl, my boys,


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ROBIN is my only jo,/ For Robin has the art to woo,/ So to his suit I mean to bow,


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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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O KEN ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten?


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THY cheek is of the rose's hue,/ My only joe and dearie, O!/ Thy neck is like the siller dew


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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/ Tho' I were ne'er sae wearie.


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MY heart is a breaking, dear Tittie,/ Some counsel unto me come len',/ To anger them a' it's a pity,/ but what will I do wi' Tam Glen?


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When wilt thou break my stubborn heart?/ O death how slow to take my part?/ Whatever I pursue denies./ Death, death itself like Myra flies.


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Behind yon hills, where Lugar flows,/ 'Mong moors and mosses mony O;


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THO' women's minds like winter winds/ May shift and turn and a' that,


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THE Sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,


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She took me in, she set me down,/ She hecht to keep me lawin free,


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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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Young men and wives I pray attend,/ while I relate my ditty,/ A wife I have, I do declare,/ she's neither handsome, neat or witty,


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Sure my Jean is Beauty's Blossom,/ blawin' sweet in ilka airt,/ Lovely tyrant o' my bosom,/ frae that bow'r she'll never part.


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Keen blaws the wind o'er Donnocht- Head,/ The snaw drives snellie through the dale;


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LOUD roar'd the dreadful thunder,/ The rain in deluge showers,


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Stand to your guns my hearts of oak/ Let not a word on board be spoke,


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When trees did bud and fields were green,/ and broom bloom'd fair to see;


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Oh! where will ye hurry my dearest?/ say, say to what clime or what shore?/ Will you tear him from me, the sincerest,/ that ever lov'd woman before?


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O Whare gat ye that bonny blue bannet/ O silly blind body canna ye see?/ I gat it frae a bonny Scots callan,/ Atween Saint Johnstone and bonny Dundee.


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Fareweel to Lochaber, and fareweel to my Jean,/ Where heartsome with thee I've mony time been


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I loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane,/ He loo'd ne'er a lassie but me;


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No more, by sorrow chas'd my heart/ Shall yield to fell despair;


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Come all you valiant heroes bold, I pray you lend an ear,


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In Birmingham I lived 'tis true, Where many people there me knew,


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Come all you gallant heroes bold,/ And listen unto me,


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The sky with clouds was overcast,/ The rain began to fall,


Title_of_Work:
The patriotic clergyman. Attributed to Mrs Barbauld

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ON the abolition of titles in France, the clerical distinctions of their established church were like-wise destroyed.


Title_of_Work:
The life of Gilder Roy, murderer, ravisher, incendiary and highwayman

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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 than a year and a half,...


Title_of_Work:
Old Scottish prophecies, by Thomas Rhymer

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

Work_Notes:
1.5-page interpretation of prophecy about union of England and Scotland


Title_of_Work:
Advices to all bachelors, maids & widows

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THERE are certain rules which must be observed in courtship:...


Title_of_Work:
How to tell fortunes by the grounds of a coffee cup

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Pour the grounds of coffee in a white cup, shake them well about in it,


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See the star-breasted villain to yonder cot bound,


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The Sharper who has got a genteel education, and has a good address and conversation, has more the power of delusion than the unlettered cheat, devoid of address and other requisites, to complete the pretended gentleman, and therefore should be more caref


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Ah! why did I gather this delicate/ flower?/ Why pluck the young bud from the/ (tree?


Title_of_Work:
Epitaph upon the Martyrs' Monument in the Grey-friar's Church-yard, Edinburgh

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Upon the Head of the Tomb there is the figure of an open Bible cut out,...


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


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Epitaph upon the Martyr's Monument in the Grey-friars Church yard in Edinburgh

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Upon the head of the Tomb there is the Effigies of an open Bible drawn,...

Work_Notes:
1-page epitaph including a 20-line verse


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As Nell sat underneath her cow,/ Upon a cock of hay,


Title_of_Work:
Allan Campbell's garland: or, The Falkirk lasses' praise of the Breadalbane Fencibles

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BREADALBANE'S men make a fine show,/ In each town where-e'er they go!


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I sigh and lament me in vain,/ these wals do but echo my moan;


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YE Muses nine assist my quill,/ with eloquence and penetration.


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[O]H Love is the soul of a dear Irishman,/ He loves all that is Lovely,


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THERE was a pretty Sailor,/ all in his blooming years,


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O rouse Britons, rouse,/ Let us still be united,


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AS I gae'd down the water-side,/ There I met my shepherd lad,/ He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,/ And he ca'd me his dearie O.


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IN Falkirk two Stump-Fairs are held,/ In April and in October;


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AS I went forth one morning fair,/ To view the fields, and take the air,


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I'm restless in mind, and alway uneasy,/ Since I lost my jewel, nothing can please me;


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There was an old chap 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.'


Title_of_Work:
Virtue and wit, the preservatives of love and beauty

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COnfess thy love, fair blushing maid,/ for since thine eye's consenting,


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TOBACCO'S but an Indian weed,/ Grows green at morn, cut down at eve;


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WHen Edward first heard Poll of Plymouth was/ (dead,/ the functions of life made a pause,


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I canna like you, gentle Sir,/ altho' a laird you be,/ I like a bonny Scottish lad,/ wha brought me frae Dundee.


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A soldier and a sailor once,/ By cupid were betrayed;


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Jenny, lass, my bonny bird,/ My father's dead, and a' that,


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AS Jockey went forth in a fine dewy morning,/ He carelssly laid himself under a thorn,/ He had not been long there till a damsel came by/ And on this youth she cast a languishing eye


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BLYTHE Sandy is a bonny boy,/ And always is a wooing, O!/ Nor is he e'er too bold or coy,/ altho' he is so loving O!


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COME all you thoughtless young men,/ and a warning take by me,


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THERE'S a boy at the gate,/ and he rambles out late,


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Up the wild forest, and down the wild forest,


Title_of_Work:
The Emperor Alexander's advice to Maddison

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YE soldiers and ye sailors,/ Come listen to my song,


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ATTENTION give both great and small,/ I've got a Song that will please you all,


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IN the New Town of Sauchie at home I do dwell,


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LOVE will enter in, where it dare not well/ be seen;


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FAME let thy trumpet sound!/ Tell all the world around,/ GREAT GEORGE is King!


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


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TARRY woo' tarry woo',/ Tarry woo' is ill to spin,


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AT dewy dawn, as o'er the lawn,/ young Roger early stray'd


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THE cries of the widow and fatherless/ are piercing for to hear!


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NOW Boney to France has got back,/ When they thought he was fairly awa',


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YE Mariners of Britain,/ That guard our natives seas


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


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I'VE been courting at a lass,/ these twenty days and mair;


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COSMO de Medicis, Grand Duke of Tuscany,...


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SHE is not dead - she has no grave -/ She lives beneath Lough Corrib's water;


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Behold the Britannia! how stately and brave,


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THE Sharper, who has got a genteel education, and has a good address and conversation, has more the power of delusion at will than the unlettered cheat, devoid of address, and other requisites, to complete the pretended gentleman,


Title_of_Work:
A genuine letter, from Jane Shore to King Edward the Fourth taken from a very ancient history of Jane Shore

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May it please my King and Master,/ "VOUCHSAFE to stayne thy royal couch with the poor inklings of thy servant and handmaid, whom nathlesse thou hast most graciously daygned to raise unto thy royal couche, As Abraham did his handmaid Hagar;


Title_of_Work:
Mrs. Love's second letter to her husband

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My Heavenly Dear,/ I Call thee so, because God hath put heaven into thee, before he hath taken thee there.


Title_of_Work:
A treatise on moles, and their signification, &c.

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A mole on the forehead of man or woman denotes they shall grow rieh [sic],...

Work_Notes:
9.5 pages on the interpretation of moles


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A woman is like to - but stay - / What a woman is like who can say


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The glasses sparkle on the board,/ The wine is ruby bright,


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Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd,/ I ne'er could injure you;


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HOW sweetly smells the simmer green!/ Sweet tastes the peach and cherry:


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Brave, brave and valiant are t[  ]/ Brave and valiant every man,


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FAIRER than the opening lillies,/ sweeter than the morning rose,


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FArewel my dear, farewel Miss Roach,/ Since Tyburn-tree must part us both


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MY sodger laddie is over the sea,/ And he'll bring gold and money to me;/ And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lady,


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How pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon,/ With green spreading bushes and flowers bloom-/ ing fair!


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My mither men't my auld breeks,/ An' vow but they were duddy,/ An' sent me to get shod our mear,/ At Robin Tamson's smiddy.


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HEY the bonny, how the bonny,/ Hey the bonny gill stoup,

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5 4-line verses and 4-line chorus with spOken interludes


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O, MY love is like a red, red rose,/ That's newly sprung in June;


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It fell on a day, and a bonny summer day,/ When the corn grew green and yellow,/ That there fell out a great dispute/ Between Argyle and Airly.


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IT was on Monday morning,/ right early in the year,/ That  Charly came to this town,/ recruiting grenadiers:


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WIth my long quarter pumps and silken hose,/ And shoes all buckled down to my toes,


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IN this town there lives a sweet lovely creature,/ For wit and parentage none can exceed her,


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'TWAS early in the morning, a morning of May,/ A soldier and a lassie was walking astray,


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My Heavenly Dear,/ I Call thee so, because God hath put heaven into thee, before he hath taken thee to heaven;


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BESSY'S beauty shines sae bright,/ were her many virtues fewer,


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FAREWEL and adieu, since I must leave you,/ I am press'd for to plow on the ocean,/ I am press'd for to go and fight the proud foe,/ which may be means of my farther promotion.


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O steer her up, and ha'd her gawn,/ her mither's at the mill, jo;


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A Sailor lived in the west,/ he was neither rich nor poor,


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SWEET Susan I am come to take my leave,/ my dearest dear don't sigh or grieve;


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YE bloods and ye bucks that rove thro' the city,/ Step into Rag-fair, you'll see humours pretty,


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'TWas early in the morning, a morning of May,/ A soldier and a lassie was walking astray,


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WHen Maggy and me were acquaint,/ I carry'd my noddle fu' hie,


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SOME men do rail against tea,/ and say that it makes butter dear,


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COME wife sit down by me, I pray thee draw near,/ For now I'm resolv'd your faults you shall hear,


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WHEN first to London I did come, I was a rakish blade, Sir,


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GEntle sailor, aft you've told me,/ that you'll never leave your love;/ To your love I now must hold you,/ now's the time your truth to prove.


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I never shall marry, says Roger,/ since women so fickle are grown,

Work_Notes:
7 8-line verses with last line of each repeated


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UPON the banks of pleasant Forth,/ doth stand a town, I will not name;/ And nigh to it there lives a maid,/ of great renown and equal fame!


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YOung Molly that lives at the foot of a hill,/ Whose fame every virgin with envy does fill,/ Of beauty is blest with so ample a share,/ That men call her the lass with the delicate air,

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses and 2 line chorus (last 2 lines of each verse)


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DRAW near each loyal lover,/ To you I will discover,/ My grief I cannot smother,/ I'm bound in love-sick chains,/ For Cupid has ensnar'd me,


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DOwn in this town there lives a sweet lovely creature,/ For wit and parentage, few can exceed her;


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DRaw near you young gallants, while I do enfold,/ A tragical story as ever was told,/ It's of a young couple, whose hearts were linked fast,/ Till death broke asunder their contract at last.


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THIS world is a stage,/ On which mankind engage,


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MY daddy was gone to the market two miles,/ My mammy was gone to the Miller the while,


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COME ye lads, who wish to shine/ Bright in future story,


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There is no peace about the house,/ In kitchen, parlour, hall,


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My heart is sair, I darena tell,/ My heart is sair for somebody,


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A wee, wee man came to our toun en,/ Fiddledum, faddledum fee, fee, fee;


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KIng William in Ireland you plainly do know,/ He conquer'd old Jamie with a martial blow

Work_Notes:
13 4-line verses with 'Derry down' chorus


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MY heart is sair, I daurna tell,/ My heart is sair for somebody,


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1. Draw a circle round a person standing in the centre of a room, so that he cannot come out of it.


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Lassie I'm in need of a wife,/ I had one, but now she' dead,


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MACKINTOSH was a soldier brave,/ And did most gallantly behave,


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ON a journey from Baroche to Dhuboy, a Mr Forbes stopped at Nurrah, a large ruined town,


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In this by place of nature there abode, in a remote period of American history,


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A Portuguese gentleman, returning one night to Lisbon from Sacavein


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THIS young woman was born in Lorn, Argyleshire. She had lost both her parents at so early a period,


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O, DEAR mother, I long to be married,/ If that you will give your consent;


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FAREWEL to sweet Glasgow, that fine trading/ city,/ That beautiful stands on the banks of the Clyde.


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THE lovely moon had clim'd the hill,/ Where eagles big aboon the Dee,/ And like looks of a lovely dame,/ Brought joy to every body's ee;


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A Tale I now tell without any flam,/ In Holland dwelt Mynheer Von Clam,

Work_Notes:
10 4-line verses and 1 2-line verse with ' Ri too ral, &c,' chorus


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A vyer [sic] "fast" young gentleman, who fancied himself a pendulum, and always went upon TICK,...

Work_Notes:
1.5-page colection of jokes and anecdotes


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SCARCITY OF ASSES./ The Reverend Mr Thom of Govan riding home from Paisley,


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AS I went forth in the county of Cavin,/ For to view the sweet scenes of life,/ There I beheld a sweet lovely Venus,


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TO all ye ladies now at Bath,/ And eke ye Beaux, to you,


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YE lads and ye lasses of country and city,/ I pray y[o]u give ear to my humorous ditty,


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THOMAS./ THO the fate of a battle on to-morrw wait,/ Let's not lose our prattle, now, my charming Kate,

Work_Notes:
10 4-line verses in the form of a dialogue


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WHEN Mary heard young Sandy's tale,/ And slumb'ring saw his death-like shade,


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OF all the brave birds that ever I see,/ The Owl is the fairest in her degree;/ For all the long day she sits in a tree,/ And when the night comes away flies she,


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O LAY thy loof in mine, lass,/ In mine lass, in mine lass,/ And swear on thy white hand, lass,/ That thou wilt be mine ain.


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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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HO! Why dost thous shiver and shake, Gaffer/ Gray?/ And why dost thy nose look so blue?


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A remarkable instance of the power of sudden/ and violent grief,...


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O LOGIE o' Buchan! O Logie the laird!/ Has ta'en awa' Jamie that delv'd in the yard,/ Who play'd on the pipe, wi' the viol sae sma',/ They ha'e ta'en awa Jamie the flow'r o' them a'.


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O LOGIE o' Buchan! O Logie the laird!/ Has ta'en awa' Jamie that delv'd in the yard,/ Who play'd on his pipe, wi' his viol sae sma'!/ They ha'e ta'en awa Jamie the flower o' them a'.


Title_of_Work:
A letter from Mr Alexander Peden, to the prisoners in Dunnottar Castle, July 1685

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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.


Title_of_Work:
Epitaph upon the Martyr's Monument in the Gray-friars Church-yard in Edinburgh

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Upon the head of the Tomb there is the Effigies of an open Bible,...


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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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God prosper lang our noble king,/ Our lives and safeties all-/ A woeful hunting once there did/ in Chevy-chase befal.


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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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ONE evening, when I was sitting at the foot of a bridge, a man of the lower order of people, with grey hairs and a lame leg,...


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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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LET other poets raise a fracas/ 'Bout vines, and wines, and drucken Bacchus,

Work_Notes:
21 6-line verses preceded by an 8-line verse from Solomon's proverbs (xxxi. 6, 7)


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THE LAIRD OF GARSCADDEN./ Garscadden, and another country squire, happened one day, after a keen day's sport, to visit rather unexpecedly the residence of a Water-of-Endrick husbandman.

Work_Notes:
10-page collection of short stories and anecdotes


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THE world is a well furnished table,/ where guests are promiscuously set:


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MY Jamie is a bonny lad,/ he often comes a courting, O,


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CEASE, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer,/ list ye landsmen, all to me,/ Messmates, hear a brother sailor,/ sing the dangers of the sea,


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ADIEU, the bonny banks of Clyde,/ adieu to her that's young and fair,


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As from a rock, past all releif,/ the shipwreckt Colin spying


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Gloomy winter's now awa',/ Saft the wastlin breezes blaw;/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanly shaw,/ The Mavis sings fu' cheery, O.


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JOHN Anderson my Jo, John, I wonder what you/ mean,/ To rise sae early in the morn, and sit sae late an e'en;


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Over the mountain, and over the moor,/ Hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn;


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Deep in a vale a cottage stood,/ oft sought by travellers weary:


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


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I knew by the smoke that 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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Come all you gallant seamen,/ landsmen listen unto me,


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THE sun had gane down o'er the lofty Benlo-/mond,/ An' left the red clouds to preside o'er the/ scene,


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THERE was an ancient fair,/ O she lov'd a neat young man,


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GIN ye meet a bonny lassie,/ Gie her a kiss, and let her gae;/ But if she be a dirty hissie,/ fy gar rub her o'er wi' strae.


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MY Jockey is the blythest lad,/ that e'er young maid did woo;


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Come all ye jolly shepherds that whistle through the glen,/ I'll tell ye of a secret that courtiers dinna ken:


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My love is like a red, red rose,/ That's newly sprung in June;/ My love is like the melody/ That's sweetly played in tune.


Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses with first verse repeated as chorus


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twas in and about the Martinmas time/ When the green leaves were a-falling,


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Oh, here we'll rest till morning blink,/ The feint a care's within our wa';


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Come, tell me where the maid is found,/ Whose heart can love without deceit-


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Sweet doth blush the rosy morning,/ sweet doth beam the glistening dew,


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The standard on the braes o' Mar/ is up and streaming rarely.


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The young May moon is beaming, love,/ The glow-worm's lamp is beaming, love,/ How sweet to rove/ Thro' Morna's grove,


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It was a Fryar of orders Gray/ walked forth to tell his beads;/ And he met with a lady fair/ Clad in a pilgrims weeds.


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The lassies of Scotland are bonny and free,/ The maidens of Erin are fair,/ The sweet girls of Britain are lovely to see,/ And let them deny it who dare;


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O leave the gay and festive scene,/ the halls of dazzling light,/ And rove with me through forests green/ beneath the silent night.


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Let who will complain of the troubles they 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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Ye frolicsome sparks of the game,/ and you that's got money in store,


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Thour't gane awa, thour't gane awa'/ thourt gane awa frae me Mary,


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The lass of patie's mill,/ sae bonnie blyth and gay,/ In spite of all my skill/ she stole my heart away.


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When I was a little boy,/ some fifteen years ago,


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Loud roared the dreadful thunder / The rains a deluge shower; / The clouds were rent asunder, / By lightning's vivid powers.


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LAte on an evening as I was walking,/ pleasant shady groves drew near,


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ONE ev'ning Good humour brought wit as a guest,/ By friendship invited to share of the feast;


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SIlence, take notice as you're my son,/ full on your father look, sir,

Work_Notes:
5 6-line verses and 2-line chorus (last two lines of each verse)


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WHEN trees did bud and field were/ green,/ and broom bloom'd fair to see:


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A Way to the field, see the morning looks gay,/ And sweetly bedappl'd forebodes a fine day;


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FArewel to the pleasures of wooing,/ the bank and the lily so gay,


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SOME men do rail against tea,/ & says that it makes butter dear,


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FArewel the sweet pleasures of loving/ the flowers and meadows so gay,


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AS Dolly was milking of the cows,/ Young Roger came tripping it over the plain,


Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses with 'Fal lal de ral, lal de ral, &c.' chorus


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Banish sorrow, grief's a folly,/ care unbend the wrinkled brow,/ Hence dull care and melancholy,/ wine and wit invite us now.


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I Am a bold batchelor just in my prime,/ Who has a good mind to be married,


Title_of_Work:
The old man's lament for the loss of his time and money

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ALAS! for I have speny my time,/ and youth with empty pleasure,


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The Lincolnshire Farmer he had a fair wife,/ The Clerk of the parish lov'd her as his life;


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LIke the thrush that doth mourn the loss of her/ (mate,/ I wander for Peggy both early and late,/ Yet I cannot find her, tho' I search the grove,


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OF all the torment, all the care,/ by which our lives are curst,


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JAck Tar from a cruize, and had ta'en a rich prize,/ Come rolling down Wapping d-n limbs & eyes,


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MOther, mother, I am married,/ I wish that I had longer tarried,


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YOung virgin's all I pray draw near,/ A pretty story you shall hear,


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Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie bride,/ Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow;


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I've been courting at a lass,/ These twenty days and mair;


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On a bank of flowers in a summer's day,/ Inviting and undres'd


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ONCE I had a bird, and a very fine bird,/ She came and went at my request,


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MY heart's in the highlands, my heart is/ not here,/ My heart's in the higlands a chasing the/ (deer;


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Children. - To dream you have children is a sign that you will be happy in your family;


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I was born in Alabama,/ My massa name was Deal,/ He used to own a yaler gal,/ Her name was Lucy Neal.


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THERE was once a man who was not very rich, who had a very pretty woman to his wife.


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It chanced, one day, that a crow so black,/ Down in a meadow so green.


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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 o' the way,


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DEar Colin prevent my warm blushes/ for how can I speak without pain,/ My eyes have oft told you my wishes,


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Merily every bosom boundeth,/ Merrily oh! merrily oh!


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She listens;- "'Tis the wind," she cries;/ The moon, that rose so full and bright,


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There was an old chap in the west country,/ A flaw in his lease the lawyers had found;

Work_Notes:
9 4-line verses with 'Ri tooral, &c.' chorus


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In Flora's train the graces wait,/ And chase rude winter from the plain;


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One night came on a hurricane,/ The sea was mountains rolling,


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I'm a charming widow now,/ In age just twenty-two,


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Lord Ronald cam to his lady's bower,/ When the moon was in her wane;


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When I was a-walking one morning in May,/ To hear the birds whistle, and nightingales play,


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A maiden fair lay dying,/ Within her palace hall,


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O Judy Magrath, I am dying for you,/ You're rich to the taste as a fine Irish stew,


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'Twas in the prime of summer time,/ Quite pleasing was the weather,


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Of a' the airs the wind can blaw,/ I dearly lo'e the west,


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Ey [sic] mither men't my auld breeks,/ And oh but they were duddy,/ She sent me to get shod the mare,/ At Robin Tamson's smiddy.


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The standard on the braes o' Mar/ Is up and streaming rarely,


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My love was born in Aberdeen,/ The bonniest lad that e'er was seen;


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Where now the trees are budding green,/ And flowers bloom on the lea,


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Last Monday night at sax o'clock,/ To Mirren Gibb's I went man,


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AT Auchindown, the tenth of June,/ Sae merry, blythe, and gay, Sir


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Merrily, merrily goes the bark,/ Before the gale she bounds.


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Merrily, merrily goes the bark,/ Before the gale she bounds


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Now Winter wi' his cloudy brow,/ is far ayont yon mountains,


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Come all you gallant seamen/ landsmen listen unto me,


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WHERE the jassamin sweetens the bower,/ And cowslips adorn the gay green,


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O were I on Parnassus' hill!/ Or had of Helicon my fill;


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DEEP in a vale a cottage stood,/ Oft sought by trav'lers weary,/ And long it prov'd the blest abode/ Of Edward and of Mary


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THE deil cam fiddling thro' the town,/ And danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman;


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VITAL spark of heavenly flame!/ Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:


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ALL you that are nigh at a distance,/ and you that are distant at hand,


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HOW blithe was I each morn to see/ My swain come o'er the hill;/ He leap'd the brook, and flew to me:/ I met him with good will.


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GO where glory waits thee,/ But while fame elates thee,


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HITHER, hither Mary, hither, hither come,/ And taste with me the vernal bloom.


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'TWAS e'en, the dewy fields were green,/ On ev'ry blade the pearls hang;


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O HEARD ye of Sir James the Rose,/ the young heir of Buleighen?


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TO you, ye merry hearts of gold,/ British valour must be told;


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THERE was a miller stout and strong,/ Fed up with beef and brose,


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AS I was walking one morning in the spring,/ To hear the birds whistle and nightingale sing,/ I heard a fair maid who was making her moan,


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IF I was transported to Guinea,/ And something left here in my stead,


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As I stray'd along the banks of Irvine's sweet/ river,/ O there I descry'd a fair maiden alone;


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O thou pale orb that silent shines,/ While care untroubled mortals sleep,


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IT was on a pleasant morning,/ As I sat on my easy chair,


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ON the fourteenth of April,/ As you might hear them say,


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WHERE Yarrow's current, waving blue,/ Nurses the scented meadow-queen,


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Now Sandy, the winter's cauld blasts are awa',/ And simmer, we've seen the beginning o't;


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FAREWELL to sweet Kilmarnock,/ Wherein much pleasure I have had;


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PROVISIONS they're hard to meet,/ In every body's thinking;

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses, 1 10-line verse and Fal lal lal, &c. chorus


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WITH a dozen thirteens in a nice paper bag,/ I came up to London without a dry rag,


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THE sun raise sae rosy, the grey hills adorning;/ Light sprang the lav'rock and mounted sae hie;


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Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, ripe I cry;/ Full and fair ones come and buy.


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IF I had a beau for a soldier who'd go,/ D'ye think I'd say no? No, no, not I.


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I've been roaming, I've been roaming/ Where the meadow dew is sweet;


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A bonnie wee rosebud grows down by yon burnie,/ A bonnie wee rosebud as e'er you did see;


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IN 1483, never was there in any country an usurpation more flagrant, or more repugnant to every principle of justice and humanity,


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FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime,/ Our voices keep tune, and our oars beat time;


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O green are the groves where with Henry I/ stray'd!/ And bright are the hills all around,


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A TIPPLING old cobler in London/ did dwell,/ In a snug little house nigh the sign of/ the bell,

Work_Notes:
10 4-line verses with 'Derry down, down, hey derry down' chorus


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["]IT IS the voice of the sluggard - I heard him/ complain,/ You have waked me too soon, I must slum-/ber again."


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WHEN scarce a handspike high,/ Death with old dad made free;


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On the night of the 16th inst., one of those alarming and somewhat mysterious dispensations of Divine Providence,


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As Nell sat underneath hea [sic] cow,/ upon a cock of hay,


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If ever I marry a woman,/ I'll marry a widow for fun,


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Tho' right be aft put down by strength,/ As mony a day we saw that,


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A Man that's neither high nor low,/ in party nor in stature;


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ONCE I had a true love, but now I have none,/ Since I cannot gain him, since I cannot gain him,


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AS now my bloom comes on apace,/ the swains begin to teaze me;/ But two who claim the foremost place,/ try different ways to please me.


Title_of_Work:
A solemn dirge, on the death of Robert Burns, the Scots bard

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WHAT! is there ill-news you're so sad,/ Robin Gray


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THE wind blew hie o'er muir and lea,/ And dark and stormy grew the weather,


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BELIEVE my sighs, my tears, my dear,/ believe a heart you've won,


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WHEN I was a bonny wee lassie,/ I lived by yon river side;


Title_of_Work:
A discourse on dreams with their interpretations

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To dream you see white hens upon a dung-hill, shews disgrace by a false accusation.


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Blythe was the day when he fee'd wi' my fa-/ther O,/ Happy was time when we herded to-/(gether O;


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WHEN Katie was scarce out nineteen,/ O but she had twa coal-black een;/ A bonnier lass ye wadna seen/ In a' the Carse o' Gowrie.


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DRAW near ye warblers wild, in woe/ Convene and aid my mournfu' strain;


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DOWN in yonder glen,/ There lives old Bessie Blench,

Work_Notes:
9 8-line verses with 'Row de dow de dow, &c.' chorus


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DRAW near, Sons of Erin, I'll sing you a Song,/ The Shilelah's my theme, and I will not be long.


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WHA the deil hae we got for a King,/ But a wee, wee German lairdie


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WITH broken words and downcast eyes,/ Poor Colin spoke has passion tender;


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OH Nanny, wilt thou gang with me,/ Nor sigh to leave the charming town;


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Sweet Nancy Nouse, and Jack jib-boom,/ Had long been man and wife,


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BEhold these lines inclosed/ and compos'd by your faithful swain


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YE Nymphs, behold Ambition fail,/ Nor let the fatal fire prevail,


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THO' I sweep to and fro, old iron to find,/ Brass pins rusty nails, they are all to my mind


Title_of_Work:
The Highland man speaking in praise of his Maggy and the bannocks of barley meal

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MY name is Argyle, you may think it strange,/ To leave at the court, yet never to change;


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AS I went out in one Morning of May,/ Myself to adorn in the meadows so gay,


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STand round my brave boys, let's sing and rejoice,/ we dread neither dangers nor scars,


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WE are the Scots Irish, 'tis our ancient name,/ and to go without breeches we think it is no/(shame,


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HIS Lordship one day walking by himself, and meeting in a field a poor beggar woman,


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Here in this kirk-yard/ There lieth interr'd


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IT was on a day in the middle of April,/ I went to Loughmay the maids to beguile,


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But are you sure the news is true?/ And are you sure he's weel?/ Is this a time to talk o' wark?/ Ye Jades, fling by your wheel.


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I SING the maid of Lodi,/ Who sweetly sung to me,/ Whose brows were never cloudy,/ Nor e'er distort with glee.


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As pensive one night in my garret I sat,/ My last shilling produc'd on the table,


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O LASSIE, art thou sleeping yet?/ Or art thou wauken, I would wit?/ For love has bound me han and foot,/ And I wad fain be in, jo.


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AN usurer, having lost a hundred pounds in a bag,


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AS after noon, one summer's day,/ Venus stood bathing in a river,


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An innocent maiden,/ In Bedlam - die confin'd,. Loving - - grief overladen,

Work_Notes:
10 8-line verses (the first four lines are mutilated)


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INTO Virgin City, a virgin did dwell,/ for wit and for beauty none could her excel;/ She excell'd all the maids that liv'd far and near,/ And of her misfortunes you quickly shall hear.


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AS I went forth in the County of Cavin,/ for to view the sweet scenes of life,/ There I beheld a sweet lovely Venus,


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OVER the mountain, and over the moor,/ Bare-foot and hungry, I wander forlorn;


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IT was in a morning, a morning of May/ my father's cows were all gone astray,


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COME you brave and hearty tars,/ Serve the cause of glory,


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THE lang man went o'er the lee,/ Green leaves is green O


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THrough Liddesdale lately I went,/ and musing on did pass,/ I heard a maid was discontent,/ she sigh'd, and said, alas!


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PHILLIS, as her wine she sipp'd in,/ Gayly talking with her swain;


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WITH a cheerful old friend, and a merry old song,/ And a tankard of porter I'd sit the night long,


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THE sun was sleeping in the main,/ Bright Cynthia silver'd all the plain,


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I Am a rake, and a rambling boy,/ My dwelling-place I dare not come nigh;/ A rambling boy altho' I be,/ I'll forsake them all, love, and go with thee.


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GEntle love this hour befriend/ to my eyes resign thy dart,


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'TOTHER day as I walk'd in the Park,/ The gentry being drest very fine,


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AS I was coming from the play,/ I met a fair maid by the way,


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BEHOLD these lines inclos'd and compos'd/ by your faithful swain


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BUT are ye sure the news is true?/ And is it really fact?


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THE shepherd Adonis,/ being weary'd with sport,


Title_of_Work:
The love-sick captain's praise of a young lady

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THou angel-like creature,/ Thou pride of nature


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NAnnie now hearing what Jamie had spoken,/ made him this answer immediatlie [sic],


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ADieu ye streams that smoothly glide,/ In massy windings thro' the plain,


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O Say what is this thing call'd light,/ that I can neer enjoy,/ What is the blessing of the sight,/ O tell a poor blind boy.


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COME all ye lovers that's wan with despair,/ Compose idle sonnets, and sigh for the fair,


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JOHNY./ THO' for seven years and mair, honour shou'd reave/ (me,/ To fields where cannons fair, thou need grieve thee


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MY name's Sandy Crossie I'll never deny,/ Once I was a clever young boy

Work_Notes:
15 4-line verses and 'Fal lal, &c.' chorus


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COME, all you lad and lasses,/ come listen here awhile,


Title_of_Work:
The Cowgate garland, or The drinking o't

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My wife and me, we did agree,/ When married I was thinking o't


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WHAT pleasure and pastime,/ a married man see,


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STERN winter has left us, the trees are in bloom,/ And cowslips and vi'lets the meadows perfume;


Title_of_Work:
The garden of thyme, giving good advice for every virgin's care

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YOU pretty Maidens all,/ That now are in your Prime,


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THE yellow-hair'd laddie,/ sat down on yon brae,/ Cries, Milk your ewes lassie,/ let none of them gae,


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YOU people in country, and city I pray,/ Draw near unto me and observe what I say,


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AS I was a driving my Waggon one Day,/ I met a young Damsel, tight, buxom, and gay;


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THere was a parson's daughter,/ some ca's her Jenny Bell,


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FAIR Nymph do not complain,/ Nor say I am Unkind,


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'Twas early last Valentine's Day,/ 'twas early in the morning betime,


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O barbers I have lost all hope,/ have you seen my bello


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THE lark had left the evening cloud,/ The dew fell saft, the wind was lown,


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SURE a lass, in her bloom,/ At the age of nineteen,


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BLow on ye winds, descend soft rain,/ to soothe my tender woes;


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A Sailor walking throw the fields,/ to see what pleasure summer yeilds [sic],


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I am a young Man who don't flatter myself,/ But pleas'd in my station and never crave wealth,


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DEAR Madam, when Ladies are willing,/ A Man must needs look like a Fool:


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O Say what is this Thing call'd Light,/ That I can ne'er enjoy,/ What is the blessing of the Sight,/ O tell a poor blind boy.


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MY wife and me, we did agree,/ When married I was thinking o't


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SWeet Anny from the sea-banks came,/ Whilst Jockey speil'd the vessel side,


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ON a moon-shiny morning/ so bright and so clear,


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THe French in this war, design'd for Dunbar,/ To plunder the great provost Fa' man


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THere was a gentle lady,/ and she lov'd a gentleman;


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THere came a lad into this town,/ I wat he was a clever lown,


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I Will awa' wi my love,/ I will awa' wi' her,


Title_of_Work:
The young maidens lament for the loss of their sweet-hearts

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YOUNG Gallents come listen a While,/ the Fancy is pretty I'll tell you,

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7 8-line verses 1 4-line verse and chorus


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FArewel my dearset Dear,/ no longer can [ I ] stay,


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MY Love was born in Aberdeen,/ As bonny a Lad as e'er was seen,/ But he was forc'd from me to stray,


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COme all you jolly fellows come quickly come,/ at the sound of a trumpet and beat of a drum


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THE Carle he came o'er the craft,/ and his beard new shaven,


Title_of_Work:
A new song in praise of the light infantry of the 66th regiment

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COME all ye valiant heroes,/ come quickly come,/ To the sound of the trumpet,/ and beat of the drum,/ Come to fair Edinburgh,/ and you will plainly see,/ The noble captain Vowel,/ and his light infantry.


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ONE Morning as I walk'd,/ in gay Time of the Year,


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COULD we draw back the covering of the tomb;


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WHen first we heard the boatswain bray,/ With voice of thunder roaring,


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WHen wilt thou break my stubborn heart?/ O death how slow to take my part!/ Whatever I pursue denies,/ Death, death itself, like Myra flies.


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MY daddy was going to the market two mile,/ My mammy was gone to the miller the while,


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STERN winter has left us, the trees are in bloom,/ And cowslips and vi'lets the meadows perfume,


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GOD save great George our King,/ Long live our noble king!/ God save the King!


Title_of_Work:
The French fleet dismantled, or Bonaparte's ramble to the Rhine

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THAT Bonaparte was comin' o'er,/ it was the general notion,


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


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CAULD blaws the wind frae north to south/ and drift is driving sarely,


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THE breeze was fresh the ship in stays,/ Each breaker hush'd the shore abaze,


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WHEN I was young man, O then,/ I'd a horse for to ride,


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WERE I oblig'd to beg my bread,/ And had no-where to lay my head,/ I'd creep where yonder herds are fed,/ To steal a look at somebody.


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FY let us a' to the battle,/ For freedom's best friends will be there,


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AS NELL sat underneath her cow,/ Upon a cock of hay,


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THERE was a bonny blade,/ Had marry'd a country maid


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TO friend and to foe,/ And to all that know


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NOW's the time for mirth and glee,/ Laugh and love, and sing with me;


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If the succesful troublers of mankind/ With laurel crown'd, so great applause/ do find;


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I Travers'd Judah's barren sand,/ at beauty's altar to adore,


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OH! bonny lass, will ye ly in a barrack?/ Will you marry a sodger, and carry his wallet?


Title_of_Work:
The young man's love for the farmer's daughter

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ALL you that follow the rambling sprie,/ I pray take warning, be advis'd by me;


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GEntly touch the warbling lyre,/ Chloe seems inclin'd to rest


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YE shepherds who bless'd in your loves,/ live strangers to sorrow and fear,


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THE stone that all things turn at will/ to gold, the Chemist craves;


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WHILE some for pleasure pawn their/ health,/ 'twixt Lais and the Bagnio,


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THE first day of December last,/ from Fifeshire I did come,

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ON a bank's flow'ry verge beside a cleer [sic] brook,/ A fair shepherdess sat, in her hand was a/ crook-/ Her dog, by her side, lay at ease on the ground,


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AS I came in by Calder-fair,/ And yont the Lappard lee-man; There was braw kissing there;/ Come busk and kiss wi' me, man:


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AS I came 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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WHEN Britain, first, at heav'n's command,/ Arose from out the azure main,


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Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder!/ The rain a deluge showers!


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Loud roared the dreadful thunder,/ The rain a deluge shower;


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LOUD roar'd the dreadful thuuder [sic];/ The rain in deluge show'rs!


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YOUNG Willie, the ploughman has nae land nor siller


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THE topsails shiver in the wind,/ The ship she casts to sea;/ But yet my heart, my soul, my mind,/ Are, Mary, moor'd with thee:


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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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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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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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The bride came out of the byre,/ And O as she dighted her cheeks,/ Sirs, I'm to be married the night,/ And has neither blankets nor sheets;


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THE bride cam out o' the byre,/ And O as she dighted her cheeks,/ Sirs, I'm to be married the night,/ And has neither blankets nor sheets;


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THE bride cam out o' the byre,/ And O as she dighted her cheeks,/ Sirs, I'm to be married the night,/ And has neither blankets our [sic] sheets;


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'TWAS at the town of nate Clogheen,/ That Sergeant Snapp met Paddy Carey;


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'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen,/ That Serjeant Snap met Paddy Carey;


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On beds of snow the moon beam slept,/ And chilly was the midnight gloom;/ When by the damp grave HelenEllen wept;


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Oh tell me where is your Highland Lad-/die gone,


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I met my dear lassie short syne in yon dale,


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I had a horse, I had nae mair,/ I got him frae my daddie;/ My purse was light, my heart was sair,/ But my wit it was fu' ready.


Title_of_Work:
Exact rules whereby a man or woman may know if they shall obtain the one they love

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TO know this, which hath been held for a great secret, put their Christian and Sirnames together, and consider what numbers in them,


Title_of_Work:
The true method of telling a person's fortune by cards

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Take a pack of cards, and pick six of each sort out,


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Oh! the moment was sad when my love and I/ parted,/ Savourna Delish, Shighan Oh!


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WHEN Dr. Donne took possession of his forst living,...


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I GAED a waefu' gate yestreen,/ A gate, I fear I'll dearly rue;/ I gat my death frae twa sweet een:/ Twa lovely een o' bonny blue.


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The aspect of the dwelling where Mrs Mason/ was to fix her residence,...


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The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben-lomond,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,


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The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er the/ scene:


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Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,/ Thou hast left me ever,/ Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,/ Thou hast left me ever.


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Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,/ Thou hast left me ever, Thou hast left me ever, Jamie,/ Thou hast left me ever.


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


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O KENMURE'S on and awa, Willie,/ O Kenmure's on and awa;/ An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord/ That ever Galloway saw.


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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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BONNIE lassie, will ye go,/ Will ye go, will ye go,/ Bonnie 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,/ We dare be poor for a' that:


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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 puir, for a' that.


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WE'LL meet beside the dusky glen, on yon/ burn side,/ Whar the bushes form a cozie den, on yon burn/ side,


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THERE was a jovial beggar, he had a wooden/ leg;/ Was lame from his cradle, and forced for to beg:


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THE bud on the brier it is bonnie enough,/ An' sae is the flow'r on the ha' lass:


Title_of_Work:
An excellent new song, called George Reily

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IT was on summer's morning, the weather being fair,/ I walked for recreation down by a river clear,/ I overheard a damsel most grievously complain,/ All for her absent lover who plough'd the raging main.


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Now hope and fear my bosom rending,/ Alternate bid each other cease,


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THE old shepherd's dog like [h]is master was gray,/ His teeth all departed and feeble his tongue,


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THERE dwelt a man in Aberdeen,/ and nouther young nor auld was he,


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HERE's loyalty and liberty,/ And long life to the King,


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AS Bessy sat down wi' her seam by the fire,/ She thought on the time that was fast flying by/ her,/  And said to hersel, wi' a heavy ha-hee,/ O! a'body's like to be marry'd but me!


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YOU tell me, dear girl,/ That I'm giv'n to rove;


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TIBBY Fowler o'er the brae,/ There's o'er mony wooing at her,


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THE sun just glancing thro' the trees,/ gave light to ilka grove,


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OH! 'tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove,


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Now pleasure unbounded resounds o'er the plains,


Title_of_Work:
Dr. Wild's elegy, on the death of Mr Love


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My daddy is a canker'd carle,/ He'll no twine wi' his gear,/ My minny she's a scolding wife,/ Hauds a' the house asteer;


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YE soldiers and sailors I pray now attend,/ To those few lines which lately's been penn'd,


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THE yellow-hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae,/ Cries, Milk the ewes, lassies, let nane o' them gae;


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I sigh and lament me in vain,/ These walls can but echo my moan,/ Alas! it encreases my pain,/ When I think of the days that are gone.


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THINK, my fairest, how delay,/ dangers ev'ry moment bring


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FOR England when the favouring gale,/ our gallant ship up channel steer'd,/ And scudding easy under 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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Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonny lassie, O/ Through its mazes let us rove, bonny lassie, O


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My wife's dead - There let her lie - / She's at rest - And so am I.


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Ah! men, what silly things you are,/ To women thus to humble;


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GOOD people all both great and small,/ that hear my strange relation,


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SWeet, sweet Robinette, all the shepherds declare,/ They never yet saw so enchanting a fair,


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What voice is this I hear, sounds like my dearest dear,/ cease to lament love, for still I am true


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WHEN beauty blazes heav'nly bright,/ The muse can no more cease to sing,


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GIVE ear, O ye Muses, attend to my lay,/ While I in soft anguish my tears now convey;


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BLIND cupid for ever,/ I defy thy bold quiver;


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BRAW Johnny Bute was a bonny meikle man,/ frae Scotland came with his broad sword in hand,


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IN the exercise manual we heroes go thro',/ Of shoulder your firelock, present, fire, boo!


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MY friends all declare that my time is mispent,/ while in rural retirement I rove


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THE terrible law when it fastens its paw,/ on a poor man, it grips him till he's undone;


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As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping,/ with a pitcher of milk to the town of Colrain,


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O KENMURE'S's on and awa'; Willie,/ O Kenmure's on and awa:


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FROM thee, Eliza, I must go,/ And from my native shore;


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LORD! what care I for mam or dad?/ why let them scold and bellow;


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LOvely nypmh assuage my anguish,/ at your feet a tender swain,


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Dark low'rs 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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Braw, braw lads on Yarrow braes,/ Ye wander through the blooming heather;


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


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'Dear Doctor, be cleaver, and fling off your beaver,/ Come, bleed me, and blister me, do not be slow;/ I'm sick, I'm exhausted, my schemes they are/ blasted,/ And all driven heels-o'er-head, Doctor Monro.'


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O bonny was yon rosy brier,/ That blooms sae far frae haunt o'man;


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I GAED a waefu' gate yestreen,/ A gate, I fear I'll dearly rue;/ I gat my death frae twa black een;/ Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue.


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My heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,/ Some counsel unto me come len',/ To anger then a' is a pity:/ But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?


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The Lasses that live in this town,/ They for the Lads will give a crown,/ The Lads they are so very scant/ They will take any before they want/ O rare country Lasses, O rare Lasses O.


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I HAE laid a herring in sa't,/ Lass, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now!


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O whare gat ye that bonny blue bannet?/ O silly blind body canna ye see?/ I gat it frae a bonny Scots callan,/ Atween Saint Johnstone and bonny Dundee.


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THERE'S cauld kail in Aberdeen,/ And castocks in Stra'bogie,


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DESERTED by the wanning moon,/ When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon,/ On tower, fort, or tented ground,/ The sentry walks his lonely round,


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"WHAR hae ye been a' day,/ My boy Tammy?


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Deep in a vale a cottage stood,/ Oft sought by trav'llers weary,/ And long it prov'd the bless'd abode/ Of Edward and of Mary


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Hae you seen, in the calm dewy morning,/ The red-breast wi'd warbling sae clear


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O, lassie, art thou sleeping yet,/ Or art thou wakin' I would wit;


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Farewell my dear and gallant sailor,/ since you and I must parted be;/ If you prove constant without failing,/ I will stil prove the same to thee.


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I sigh and lament me in vain,/ These walls can but echo my moan,/ Alas! it encreases my pain,/ when I think of the days that are gone.


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O tell na me of wind and rain,/ Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,


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My days roll pleasant and fair,/ My nights from uneasiness free;


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My sodger laddie is over the sea,/ and he will bring gold and money to me:/ And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lad[y],


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My Patie is a lover gay,/ His mind is never muddy;


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Ae morn, last owk, as a gade out,/ To slit a tether'd ewe and lamb,


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There's cauld kail in Aberdeen,/ And castocks in Strabogie,


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A master I have, and I am his man,/ Galloping dreary dun.


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Why, my Charly thus to leave mh [sic],/ Thus to flee thy Flora's arms./ Were yon vows but to deceive me,/ Valiant o'er my yielding charms?


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'Tis the last rose of summer, left bloom-/ing alone,/ All its lovely companions are faded and/ gone;


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ONE evening clear as I walked down/ By the banks of a river, I heard a fine song;


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IT fell on a day, and a bonny summer-day,


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WHEN I was at home I was merry and frisky,


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ONE night on my late ramble,/ two miles below Pimry


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


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Oh, 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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GIE my love brose, brose,/ Gie my love brose and butter;


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Now Edinboro' I'm gawn to leave,/ And thee, my bonnie dear Jessie,


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O this is no mine ain house,/ I ken by the rigging o't


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CAULD blaws the wind frae east to wast,/ the drift is driving sairly;


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LET us go, Lassie, go/ to the braes of Balquither,


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A busy bumble bee am I,/ that range the garden sunny;


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When the Lapwing wants to procure food, it seeks for a worm's cast,...


Title_of_Work:
A short account of fair Rosamond, concubine to Henry II.

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WHen as King Henry rul'd this land,/ the second of that name;


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My most gracious Beloved,/ I Am now going from a prison to a palace;


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By moonlight on the green,/ Where lads and lasses stray,


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HIGHLAND Donald's got a wife,/ and O! an he be wordie o' her


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O say not woman's tongue is stopped/ By any human measure;


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WILL ye gang o'er the lea rig,/ My ain kind dearie, O;/ And cuddle there fu' kindly, O?/ We me, my kind dearie, O?


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FROM Brighton two Paddies walked under the cliff,/ For pebbles and shells to explore


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IN ancient days I've heard with horns,/ the wife her spouse could fright;


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As Jamie Gay ga'ed blythe his way,/ along the River Tweed,/ A bonny Lass as e'er was seen,/ came tripping o'er the mead:


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FAR, far from me my lover flies-/ A faithless lover he;


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When I've a saxpence under my thumb,/ Then I'll get credit in ilka town:


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CARE, thou cancer of our joys,/ Now the tyrant's reign is o'er;/ Fill the merry bowl, my boys,


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O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,/ They war' twa bonny lasses,/ They bigg'd a bow'r on yon burn brae,/ and theeked it o'er wi' rashes.


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TWAS yesterday noon at dark, I went to see Katty Maloy,

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses, 1 8-line verse and a 4-line chorus


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YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine,/ A place where body saw na;


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YE wives at hame my Donald's gone,/ Let him take care by thinking,


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IN sweet Tipperary, the pride of the throng,/ I have danc'd a good jig and have sung a good song;


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O Where are ye going sweet Robin,/ what mak's you sae proud an' sae shy?/ I ance saw the day little Robin,/ my friendship ye did not deny:


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FArewel to the pleasures of wooing,/ The bank and the lilly so gay;


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CHLOE, by that borrowed kiss,/ I alas! am quite undone!


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LONG time I serv'd young Rosalind,/ but when her pow'r she knew,


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MY names Tady Blany I'll be bound,/ Neither man nor boy upon the ground,/ Full twenty years I've beat my round,/ Crying Vauxhall Watch.


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YE hearts of oak, who wish to try/ your fortunes on the sea,/ And Britain's enemies defy,/ come enter here with me:


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THOU rising sun, whose gladsome ray,/ Invites my fair to rural play,


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BLIND Cupid for ever,/ I defy thy bold quiver:/ Neither do I regard thy long bow,


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THE fourteenth of September,/ in Torbay as we lay,/ Bold Hawke did hoist his flag, Sir,


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DOwn in yon meadow fresh and gay,/ Picking lilies the other day,


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IN various shapes I've oft been known,/ to please your ears and eyes;


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THIS is no mine ain house, I ken by the rigging o't


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THere was an old man and he liv'd in the west,/ & his trade it was cutting of broom, green broom,


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COME all ye Lads and Lasses,/ together let us go,


Title_of_Work:
A letter from Mr. Christoper Love to his wife, in answer to two letters he had received from her

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My most Gracious Beloved/ I'm now going from a prison to a palace, I have finished my work,...


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MY Jenny and I have toil'd/ the live-laug [sic] summer day,/


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AT two o'the clock my wife puts on her clothes,/ And straight on the fire the tea-kettle goes,


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WHY tarries my love?/ Ah! where does he rove?/ My love is long absent from me;/ Come hither my dove,/ I'll write to my love,/ And send him a letter by thee.


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MY love was fickle once and changing,/ nor e'er would settle in me heart;/ From beauty still to beauty ranging,/ in ev'ry place I found a dart.


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YOung Jockey he courted sweet Maggy the fair,/ The lass she was lovely, the sweet debonair;


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THE hearth was clean, the fire clear,/ the kettle on for tea:/ Ranger was in his elbow-chair,/ as bles'd as man could be.


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THIS is no mine ain house,/ I ken by the rigging o't:


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I Dream'd a dream last night;/ God keep us free from sorrow;/ I dream'd I pu'd the birks sae green,/ wi' my true love on Yarrow.


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'TWAS under Primrose-hill there liv'd,/ a sweet and pretty maid,/ Not Venus could give more delight,/ when you her charms survey'd


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FArewel to the pleasures of wooing,/ the bank and the lily so gay;


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WHen the night, and the midwatch is come,/ And chilling mists hang o'er the darkened main,


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COME carls a' of fumler's ha',/ and I will tell you of our fate,/ Since we have married wives that's braw,/ and canna please them when 'tis late.


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THE ploughman he's a bonny lad,/ and a' his work's at leasure [sic];/ And ay when he comes hame at e'en,/ he kisses me with pleasure


Title_of_Work:
The answer [to The woman's praise of tea]

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NOW Bet I have heard thy petitions,/ your praise in extolling of tea,


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SWeet husband I find you've done your discourse,/ IF I have these faults I'm sure you have worse,


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AS I was walking one ev'ning in spring,/ To hear the birds whistle & nightingale sing,/ I heard a fair maid was making great moan,


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TALE IV./ The Master Cat; or, Puss in Boots./ THERE was a miller, who left no more estate to the three sons he had, than his mill, his ass, and his cat.


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It was a summer evening/ Old Kaspar's work was done;


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THERE was a shepherd's son keeping sheep on/ yonder hill,/ He laid his pipe and crook aside, and there he slept/ his fill,


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Now simmer decks the fields wi' flowers,/ The woods wi' leaves so green


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Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee,/ Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee,/ Near thee I spent life's early day,


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Now simmer decks the fields wi' flow'rs,/ the woods wi' leaves sae green,/ And little birds, around their bow'rs,/ in harmony convene.


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A Morn last owk as I gaed out,/ to felt a tethert ewe an' lamb,


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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 re-/pairing,/ To wander alone by the wind beaten hill


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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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YE Maids of the village attend,/ to the sorrowful tale I now speak,/ Oh! refuse not your comfort to lend,/ for my heart is just ready to break!


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MY jewel's gone to the range the sea,/ to face the blustring ocean;/ May the God of Fortune on him smile,/ send him honour and promotion.


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THIS is no mine ain house,/ I ken by the rigging o't;/ Since with my love I've changed vows,/ I dinna like the bigging o't;


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NOW Bet I have heard thy pretentions/ your praise in extolling of tea,


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SWEETEST of pretty maids,/ let Cupid incline thee,


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ON a fine summer morning when nature looks gay,/ When the birds full of songs and the lambs full of play;


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THO' I'm slim, & am young, & was lively, and fair,/ Could sing a good song, and in others kill care,


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THe lark proclaim'd return of morn,/ When Dolly tript across the lawn;/  Young Colin follow'd with his flail,/ She went to fill her milking-pail:/


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DOwn in yon meadow fresh and gay,/ Picking lillies the other day,


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AS I was a walking for my recreation,/ down by a silent shady grove,


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DOWN in yon meadow a couple did tarry,/ The wife she drank naething but wine and canary,/ To her friends he complain'd of her right early,/ Oh! gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.


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STern winter has left us, the trees are in bloom,/ While cowslips & vi'lets the meadows perfume,


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AH! Gods, what can be stranger,/ sure none but Love, or you,


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WILLY was a wanton wag,/ the blythest lad that e'er I saw,


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WHEN I gaed to the mill my lane,/ for to grind my ma't,


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COME all you brisk damsels of Sunderland fair,/ Come listen a while and I'll to you declare,


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I Lock'd up all my treasure,/ I journey'd many a mile,


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THink, my fairest, how delay,/ danger ev'ry moment brings;


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THere was a bold Boatswain in Dover did dwell,/ And he had a wife, whom a taylor lov'd well,


Title_of_Work:
The maid's answer [to The faint-hearted batchelor]

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YOU poor sorry fellow, forbear now to rue,/ If ever I marry it shan't be with you,


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GOOD ale comes and good ale goes,/ good ale gart me sell my hose,

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6 4-line verses & 4-line chorus (which is also the first verse)


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TO think on one's follies, sometimes is but right,/ And reflection is good, tho' there's nothing got/ (by't:


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THE widow can bake, and the widow can brew,/ The widow can shape, the widow can sew,


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ONE morning last week as I walk'd for the air,/ Cross the fields from my cottage young Daphne


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I set out from Ulster, my own country,/ And with speed I arrived at Donaghadee;


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It is a strange thing that people should ask of the fifteen comforts or pleasures of Matrimony, as if they could be numbered; whereas I affirm, that the pleasures of Matrimony are numberless.


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THESE gentry generally ply at the most public places in town, and also at fairs and country markets, consisting of three or more in company. The dropping of money is the lure to inveigle countrymen into company, and is accomplished in the following manner


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PART I./ Tom. GOOD morrow, Sir, this is a very cold day./ Teag. Arrah, dear honey, yesternight was a very cold morning./ Tom. Well brother traveller, of what nation 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, dangers by sea, and dangers by land, and yet I am alive;


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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 temperal [sic];


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Tom. OF all the opinions professed in religion tell me now, Pady, of what profession art thou?/ Pady. Arra, dear shoy, my religion was too weighty a matter to carry out of my own country: I was afraid that you English Presbyterians should pluck it away ..


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Tom. OF all the opinions professed in religion tell me now, Pady, of what profession art thou?/ Pady. Arra, dear shoy, my religion was too weighty a matter to carry out of my own country: I was afraid that you English Presbyterians should pluck it away...


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Tom. OF all the opinions professed in religion tell me now, Paddy, of what profession art thou?/ Paddy. Arra, dear shoy, my religion was too weighty a matter to carry out of my own country: I was afraid that you English Presbyterians should pluck it away.


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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.


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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,


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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 the Cady, or mayor of the city,


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A Woman who has haughty looks, is under that in-/fection of the plague even pride;...

Work_Notes:
7 pages of prose with .5 page advertisement


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THIS Thomas Black, vugarly [sic] called Lothian Tom,/ because of that country, was born four miles/ from Edinburgh, his father, being a very wealthy/ farmer, who gave him good education,...


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SOMETIME before Argyle was broken and taken, he/ was near Wigtown in Galloway;...


Title_of_Work:
The history of the life and death of fair Rosamond, concubine to King Henry II.

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Of Fair Rosamond's Parentage and Perfections/ THERE sprung from that ancient and no-/ble house of Cliffords,...


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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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DICK WHITTINGTON was a very little boy when his father and mother died;...


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MY Father was hanged for felony, and my mother transported for the same crime, after she was delivered of me in Newgate.


Title_of_Work:
The military mendicant; or Benevolence repaid. By Mr C. I. Pitt

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-"I WISH thee success," said a clergyman, putting something into an old soldier's hand-...


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PART I./ DURING a residence of some years continuance in the neighbourhood of the sea, an Officer in the Navy called upon the Writer, and stated, that he had just taken a lodging in the parish for his wife and children;...

Work_Notes:
23-page prose narrative including the 'The negro's prayer' (14 4-line verses) and 'The negro's complaint' (7 8-line verses)


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WHEN cares were few and life was young/ On Calder-braes I danc'd and sung/ Unpain'd by keen remorse's dart,/ Joy flow'd spontaneous from my heart;


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NOW Winter comes wi' breath sae snell,/ and nips wi' frost the gizzen'd gowan


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AULD Watty o' Kebbuckstone brae,/ Wi' lear an' roadin' o' beuks auld-farran


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Blythe, blythe, blythe was she,/ Blythe was she butt and ben,


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HAVE you heard the news?/ Boney wants a baby


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O David I'll tell you a secret,/ If you'll keep it close in your breast;


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YE jolly sailors, brisk and brave,/ that bring home wealth and treasure,


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SCENES of woe and scenes of pleasure,/ Scenes that former thoughts renew


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WHAT can a young lassie,/ What shall a young lassie,/ What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?/ Bad luck on the penny,


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THERE was a Shepherd's daughter,/ come tripping on the[ ]ay,


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WHEN first I came to be a man/ of twenty years or so,


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ROBIN'S gane to the south country,/ holland's green holland;


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WHEN the Sun veil'd his face with the top of/ the Grampians,


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I thought when first I got a wife,/ a happy pair we'd be,


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O This is no mine ain house,/ I ken by the rigging o't;/ Since wi' my love I've chang'd vows,/ I dinna like the bigging o't:


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When I was a little boy,/ Some fifteen years ago,


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ROBERT M'GREGOR, or ROB ROY, was the 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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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 old [sic] uncle, Squire Gamewe


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PART I./ ON DUTY AND FRIENDSHIP./ A Son's letter at School to his father.

Work_Notes:
23-pages of instructions on the art of letter-writing


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THOMAS BLACK, vulgarly called Lothian Tom, because he resided in Mid-Lothian, was born four miles from Edinburgh.


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


Title_of_Work:
The younger brother, or, The sufferings of Saint Andre

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THE father of St. Andre was called Monsieur de Vilmore.


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THERE was a man but one son had,/ and he was all his joy,


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CHAP. I./ Friar Bacon's birth and parentage, and by what means he came to be a great scholar.


Title_of_Work:
The adventures of the extravagant wit; or, The English swindler

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ONE day I met an old comrade that had lately broken open a shop,


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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, to take notice how...

Work_Notes:
23-page prose narrative, including 4 8-line verse song (to the tune Jenny Gin): The cobler's song in the King's cellar


Title_of_Work:
The famous history of the valiant London prentice

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CHAP. I./ An Account of his Birth, Education, and early Valour./ IN times past there was born in the famous county of Chester,


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A remarkable proclamation heard at the Cross of Edinburgh about 12 o'Clock at night./ AFTER that K James IV had murdered his army in the Borrow moor being at that time a large spacious field near Edinburgh,


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I SING not of great Caesar's might,/ How brave he led his men to fight/ Nor shew how haughty Cato dy'd


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JOHN KIPPEN, the subject of the following short memoirs was the lawful son of industrious and honest parents;

Work_Notes:
18-page prose narrative which includes an 8-line elegiac verse 'written by a friend'


Title_of_Work:
The history of the two children in the wood

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CHAP.I./ How Pisaurus seeking a wife, accidently fell in love with fair Eugenia./ IN times past, there was a gentleman named Pisaurus,


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THERE were three kings into the east/ Three kings both great and high,

Work_Notes:
23-pages in prose and verse covering all aspects of Barleycorn and his trial which includes songs and prose passages from witnesses at the trial


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I was born in Whitehaven, in the county of Cumberland in the year 1748 of honest but not wealthy parents.


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Of Europe in General./ EUROPE, the least of the four parts of the world, yet not inferior to the rest in the generosity of the people,

Work_Notes:
17.5-page description of different parts of the world preceded by a 2.2-page introduction


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IN the reign of King Henry VIII. one John Winchcomb was a rich clothier in the town of Newbury in Berkshire;


Title_of_Work:
The merry frolicks, or, The comical cheats of Swalpo

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CHAP. I/ 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 of,


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A BEGUN turn is hauf ended./ A blate cat maks a proud mouse./ A blythe heart maks a blooming look

Work_Notes:
22-page collection of one-line proverbs arranged alphabetically


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A BEGUN turn is half ended/ A blate cat mak's a proud mouse/ A blythe heart maks a proud look


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MR GEORGE BUCHANAN was a Scotsman born and tho' of mean parentage, made great progress in learning:


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APES/ TO Deam of these mischevious animals, forbodes no good;

Work_Notes:
22-pages on the interpretation of dreams


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WILLIE LAW[S]ON was a young man about 25 years of age: he lived a few miles from Frazersburgh, in Buchan.


Title_of_Work:
History of the plague in London, in 1665

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AMONGST the many calamities with which the Almighty is pleased to visit the children of men,


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How a man or maid shall know their dream, whether they shall have them they love, or not.

Work_Notes:
22-pages in prose covering such subjects as the interpretation of dreams, the signification of moles on different parts of the body and spells


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(From the Glasgow Free Press of Wednesday.) Greenock, Monday Mornng [sic]. WE last night saw John M'Lellan, one of the understewards, who was saved.

Work_Notes:
15-page prose narrative which includes a 'List of passengers and the bodies found'


Title_of_Work:
The battle of Sherriff-muir. Fought on the thirteenth day of November, 1715

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THERE'S some say that we wan, Some say that/ they wan,/ Some say that nane wan at a' man:


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The trade it is bad, now good people I hear;/ and my name it is Lawrie O'Broom Sir;


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The lawland lads think they are fine,/ but O they're vain and idle gaudy;


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I will tell you of a farmer,/ that went to pay his rent,/ And for to pay his Landlord,/ it was his full intent.


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IN days of yore our Scottish bards/ did our heroes' acts proclaim,/ And among the chief was Robert Bruce,/ a King of noble fame.


Title_of_Work:
A song on the grand illumination in Glasgow

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Come all you brave heroes now join in my chorus/ Who wish to be glorious in fame and renown


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O Love is a plague by night and by day,/ once that post you run your skull again,/ Love it was or Kitty O'Shea,


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Come all you people of Britain I pray you attend,/ Unto these few verses which I have penn'd,


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Love will enten [sic] in where it dare not well be seen/ And love will enter in, where wisdom once has


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From a friend to Another in the Country./ Dear Sir,/ EMBOLDENED...

Work_Notes:
23-pages on the art of letter writing with a section on 'Cards of compliment'


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Signs of love and speedy marriage, or the contrary, by seeing or meeting divers sorts of creatures, the first thing in a morning./ THESE signs of love and marriage have been greatly taken notice of in their exact succeeding,

Work_Notes:
22-pages, in prose, on several different subjects including the interpretation of dreams and fortune telling


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ALGIERS, a strong city, capital of the whole country of Algiers.


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IN London was young Bichen born,/ he long'd strange lands to see,


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Where are the poets, are they all dead;/ Or is the muse from Falkirk fled


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Over the mountain, and over the moor,/ hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn;


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KEEN the frosty winds were blawin',/ Deep the sna' had wreath'd [t]he ploughs,


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There was a wee bit wifukie,/ and she gade to the fair,/ She got a wee bit drapukie,/ that cost her m[e]ikle care,


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Now ponder well, ye parents dear,/ the words which I shall write,/ A dismal story you shall hear,/ brought forth in time to light.


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A Sailor walking thro' the fields,/ To see what pleasure summer yields


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DUNCAN GRAY cam' here to woo,/ ha, ha, the wooing o't


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The sun had gane down o'er the lofty Ben/lomond,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er the/ scene,

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses with last line repeated as chorus


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MY daddy is dead and has left me some money,/ I'll dress very fine and look very funny,


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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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She's fair an' fause that causes my smart,/ I loed her meikle and lang;


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Come let us prepare,/ We brothers that are


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ALL lovers, I pray, lend an ear to my story,/ Take an example by this constant pair,/ For love this young virgin did blast in her glory,


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All in the Downs the fleet lay moor'd,/ the streamers waving in the wind,


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There's fouth o' braw Jockies and Jennies,/ Comes weel buskit into the fair,/ Wi' ribbons on their cockernonies,/ And fouth of fine flour in their hair.


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The news has flown frae mouth to mouth,/ The North for ance has bang'd the South,


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Away ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,/ In you let the minions of luxury rovc [sic];/ Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,/ If still they are sacred to freedom and love.


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O! Young Lochinvar has come out of the west,


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BALOW, my boy, lie still and sleep,/ It grieves me sore to hear thee weep,


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Merry may the maid be/ That marry's [sic] the miller,


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In the county of Exeter there lived a squire,/ And he had a daughter most beautiful and fair,/ And she lov'd a shepherd below her degree,


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I'm a blade both free and easy,/ I'm no vulgar country clown,


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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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When our ancient forefathers agreed wi' the laird,/ For a piece o' guid groun' to be a Kail Yard,


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O TELL me, Harper, wherefore flow,/ The wayward notes of wail and woe


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'Twas the hour when rites unholy/ Call'd each Paynim voice to prayer,


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Come each jolly fellow that loves to be mellow,/ Attend unto me and sit easy;


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My daddy is dead an' left me some an' [sic]/ h?? gin yo loe me tell me tue [sic]:


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Thinks I to myself, thinks I,/ I see no reason why,


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Arouse, arouse each kilted clan!/ Let Highland hearts lead on the van,


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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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A short Prognostication concerning Children Born every Day of the Week./ A CHILD born on a Sunday, shall be of a long life and shall obtain great riches.

Work_Notes:
22-pages in prose on diverse subjects such as the interpretation of dreams and weather forecasting


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UPON the third day of February, 1722, at seven o'clock in the evening, after 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,

Work_Notes:
17-page prose narrative including passages of dialogue


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I HAVE such dread when I should die,/ Not knowing how, nor in what place,


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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.

Work_Notes:
23-page collection of 876 one-line proverbs arranged alphabetically


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A CROWN./ How many millions for my sake have dy'd

Work_Notes:
16 pages of riddles in verse, preceded by a 1.2-page preface


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HAVING been often importuned by several acquaintances since my arrival in England,


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AMONGST several ancient records, this Buckhaven is not mentioned. There was a set called Buccaniers, who were pirates, that is to say, sea-robbers, and after a strict search was made for them,


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IN a town of Persia there lived two brothers, the sons of a poor man, the one was named Cassim, and the other Ali Baba.


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From the chase of the mountain as I was return-/ing,/ By the side of the fountain Malrina sat mourning;


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I HAVE such dread when I should die,/ not knowing how, nor in what place,


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GEORGE WESTON was born in the parish of Stone in Staffordshire, 1753.


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January./ The busy Mercury is in the second, whose mansion, as the Hindoo astrologers term it,


Title_of_Work:
[The mad conceits of Tom Tram of the west]

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CHAP. I./ How Tom bound himself an apprentice,.../ TOM is now grown to Man's Estate but is as full of Knavery as ever ha was,


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AMongst several antient old records, this Bucky is not mentioned, there was a sett called Buckineers, which was pirates, that is to say sea-robbers,


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AMongst several ancient old records, this Bucky is not mentioned. There was a set called Bucaneers, which was pirates, (that is to say sea-robbers)


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LEPER'S father lived in a village about six miles from Glasgow, and died when Leper was but very young,


Title_of_Work:
Captain O'Blunder's observations on the bloody wars in America, &c.

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I Captain O Blunder, an old, bold, ever fighting and never failing Hero,


Title_of_Work:
The wicked life and death of Mr Alexander Parkinson

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THis Alexander Parkinson lived near the Parish of Tain in Ross-shire.


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AULD Robin he came frae the town,/ an' a frighten'd man was he,


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NEAR Burton-town in Staffordshire,/ There liv'd a Farmer's Daughter fair,


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MY friend, I would have you take my advice,/ And leave of the practice of cards, bowls & dice,


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CONTENTED I am, and contented I'll be,/ for what can this world more afford,


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MY name it is Jean, and my age is fifteen,/ my Father's a farmer, he lives on the plain,


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OFT has the world been well defin'd,/ By sayers and by singers,


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WHILE up the shroud the sailor goes,/ Or ventures on the yard,


Title_of_Work:
British valour; or Bonaparte, come if you dare

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Come a' ye gallant Scottish swains,/ An' ye wha fought on Egypt's plains,/ Let every village beat to arms,/ An' join the warlike quorum.


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I'M ca'd, d'ye see, Plain Jock, for mony a day/ I've wrought, lass,/ Whar canty Wabsters sing, and flying shuttles go;


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OH! send my Lewis Gordon hame,/ And the lad I winna name;/ Tho' his back be at the wa',/ Here's to him that's far awa'.


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EARLY in the morning by the break of day,/ I saw a brisk young sailor and a lady gay,/ They in the grove were walking early at morn,


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IN days of Yore, our Scottish Bards/ did our Heroes' acts proclaim;/ And amongst the chief was Robert Bruce,/ a King of noble fame.


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WHEN my money was gone that I gain'd in the/ wars,/ And the world it did frown at my fate,


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IN Scarlet Town where I was bound,/ There was a fair maid dwelling,


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AS thro' a Grove I took my way,/ One morning by the break of day,


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IN pursuit of some lambs from my flocks that had /(stray'd,/ one morning I rang'd o'er the plain;


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WOman, thoughtless, giddy creature;/ laughing idle stutt'ring thing?


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FAIR Ellen like a lilly grew,/ Was beauty's fav'rite flow'r,/ Till falsehood chang'd her lovely hue,/ She wither'd in an hour.


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Does haughty Gaul invasion threat?/ Then let the louns beware, Sir,

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses with last two lines repeated as chorus and


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SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,/ And never brought to mind?/ Should auld acquaintance be forgot/ And auld lang syne?


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When William at eve meets me down at the stile,/ How sweet is the Nightingale's song


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IT was a peck o' meal or mair,/ Ae day whan commin' frae the fair,


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WHILST some of the ancients are lavish in/ praise,/ And boast what great characters brighten'd/ days,


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O love will venture in where the darena weel be seen;/ O luve will venture in whare wisdom ance has been;


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An Irish gentleman in company a few nights since,...


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WHen Maggy and me were acquaint,/ I cary'd my noddle fu' hie,


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THE ruddy morn blinks o'er the brae,/ as blithe I gade to milk my kine,/ When near the winding burn of Tay,/ wi' bonny gait, and twa black een;/ A highland lad sae kind me tent,


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MY Jockey is fled from the plain,/ and left me in sorrow to mourn,


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CHarming, lovely, beauteous creature,/ Cease to languish, grieve and pine,


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LET then your ancient honour shine,/ Prepare your arms and form the line


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IN the pleasant month of June,/ abroad as I did stray,


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Banish sorrow, grief's a folly,/ care unbend the wrinkled brow,/ Hence dull care and melancholy,/ wine and wit invites us now,


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BEtween Cashil and Thurlish,/ I met a fair maiden,/ As I was a walking/ Along the high-way:


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TO fair Fidele's glassy tomb,/ soft maids and village hinds shall bring,


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A flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be,/ And next a simple plow-boy I whistled o'er the lee,


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WEEP not, ye streams of silver Tay;/ nor mourn ye flow'ry banks sae bonny;


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YE injur'd nymphs, and ye beaux who decieve 'em,/ Who with passion engage, & without reason leave 'em;


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MY jewel's gone to range the seas,/ to plow the blust'ring ocean;/ May the God of Fortune on him smile,/ send him honour and promotion.


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Woo'd an' married an' a',/ Woo'd an' married an' a',/ Was she nae very wel aff,


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Young Annie was the sweetest lass, That e'er pu'd slaes by Woodhouselee,


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Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers,/ To deck her gay green spreading bowers;


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The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben-lo-/mond,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er the/ scene,


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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.


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


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A fond youth serenaded his love,/ Who sleeping, - "Love never should/ sleep!"/ Her father was peeping above, -/ "O, fathers, you never should peep;"/ To his daughter's balcony he brought/ Her monkey in muslins arrayed;


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EDWARD II, of England, kept up the same claim upon Scotland, which his father had began; and after several unsuccessful attempts to establish it,...


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SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,/ an' never brought to mind?/ Should auld acquaintance be forgot,/ an' days o' langsyne.


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ABROAD as I was walking,/ down by a shaddy [sic] grove,


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BLYTHE Sandy is a bonny boy,/ And always is a wooing O!


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CROWN and Scepter'd pow'rs adieu!/ vain, transient joys you give;/ But, ah! My ANTIONETTE, for you/ I still could wish to live!


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FAREWEL ye fields an' meadows green,/ The blest retreat of peace and love!


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AND I'll o'er the moor to Maggy,/ her wit and sweetness call me,/ Then to my fair I'll show my mind,/ whatever may befal me.


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WHEN I've got sixpence under my thumb,/ Then I'll get credit in ilka town,


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O Yes, O yes, O yes, I cry,/ Tell me ye loving standers by,


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BRaw Johny Bute was a bonny meikle man,/ frae Scotland he came with his braid sword in/ (hand,


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Mary, Queen of Scotland's farewel to Calais

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FAREWELL sweet seat of innocence & mirth,


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Let drunkards sing in praise of wine,/ their midnight balls and social glee,/ But Scotia's sons may fidge fu' fain,/ While they hae rowth o' barley bree.


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It's Geordie's now come hereabout,/ O wae light on his on his [sic] sulky snout,


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O Whistle, an' I'll come t'ye, my lad,/ O whistle, an' I'll come t'ye, my lad,


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O did you not hear of Kate Kearney?/ She lives on the banks of Killarney;


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MY bonny muir-hen came o'er the muir,/ And down among the heather;


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To England's fame another ray/ Is added boys, this glorious day


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As I went over yon meadow,/ And carelessly passing alang,/ I listen'd with pleasure to Jenny,/ While mournfully singing this sang:


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Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud/ had lower'd,


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Could a man be secure,/ That his life would endure


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O! merry goes, O! merry goes,/ The bonnie, bonnie bark,


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Oh! now ye're far awa', love,/ Ye're far awa' frae me,


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Our May had an e'e to a man,/ Nae less than the newly-placed Preacher:


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A curious tale I now will disclose,/ Concerning a man with a very long nose!

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O whare gat ye that bonny blue bonnet?/ O silly blind body canna ye see?


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I've dreamt that thou art fading,/ If thou'rt fading, love, for me-


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Gilderoy was a bonny boy,/ Had roses till his shoon;


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Green hills of Tyrol, again I see/ The home of childhood so dear to me,


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My pretty Jane, my pretty Jane!/ Ah! never, never look so shy,


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A lassie lives by yonder burn/ That jinks about the seggins,


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Begone, dull care! I pray thee 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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In storms when clouds obscure the sky,/ And thunders roll, and lightnings fly;/ In midst of all these dire alarms,/ I think my Sally in my arms.


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Boatman, boatman, row me over,/ Row me over the flowing tide;


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Our ship's a-port, so here I be,/ With heart as light as cork, d'ye see;


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O gude ale comes, and gude ale goes;/ Gude ale gars me sell my hose,


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Wha wadna be in love/ Wi' bonnie Maggie Lauder?/ A piper met her gaun to Fife,/ And spier'd what was't they ca'd her?


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There dwalt a man on Crawford moor,/ And John Blunt was his name;


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Oft in the stilly night,/ Ere slumber's chain has bound me,


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DEAR Doctor!, let it not transpire,/ How much your lectures we admire;/ How at your eloquence we wonder,/ When you explain the cause of thunder,


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THE sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,


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Hark! how the church bell's thundering harmony


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1. My first is a preposition, my second a composition, and my whole an acquisition.


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But all these were nothing to the tales of ghosts and apparitions that suceeded.


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He never rose later than six, either winter or summer,


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ROLL on lovely Doon across thy green vallies,/ The field that I us'd to adore;


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FAREWEL, my dear Polly, I am going/ Where I ne'er shall see you any more;


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HONEST men and bonny lasses,/ Honest men and bonny lasses,


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FAREWEL, my dear Polly, I am going/ Where I ne'er shall see you any more,/ Think on the dangers in crossing the ocean,/ While you stay at home on the shore.


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DRAW near sons of Erin, I'll sing you a song,/ The Shilelah's my theme, and it will not be/ long:


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WHETHER Sailor or not, for a moment avast,/ Poor Jack's mizen-topsail is laid to the mast;


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HAVE ye seen in the calm dewy morning,/ The red breast wild warbling sae clear;


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IN the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining,/ May my fate no less fortunate be,


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THERE'S kames o' hinney 'tween my luve's lips,/ An' gowd amang her hair,


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Go where glory waits thee;/ But while fame elates thee,


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Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, ripe, I cry;/ Full and fair ones come and buy.


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MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale:/ Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in/ order?


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


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LET them boast of their country, give Pa-/trick his fame,/ Of the land in the ocean, and Anglian name,


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JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John,/ I wonder what you mean,/ To rise sae early in the morning,/ And sit sae late at e'en;


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THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!/ Where burning Sappho loved and sung,


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OH! slumber, my darling, thy sire is a knight,/ Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright,


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[OUR] bugles had sung, for the night cloud had/ lower'd,/ And the sentinel stars set watch in the sky,


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OH the moment was sad when my love/ and I parted./ Savournna deligh shighan oh!


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BRAW, braw lass of Gala water, Bonie lass of Gala water,


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FROM place to place I travers'd long,/ devoid of care or sorrow;


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WHEN trees did bud and fields were green,


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WHAT argufies pride and ambition?/ soon or late death must take us in tow,


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AH teach thy breast soft pity's throb,/ And harmonize thy rugged mind;


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Oh, did you not hear of Kate Kearney,/ She lives on the banks of Kilearney,


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WHEN I met wi' a friend that is honest and true,/ We canua [sic] weel part without weeting our mou';


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Johnny Bluster dwalt on Tweed,/ The place they ca'd it Traddletony;/ Johnny was a joiner gude,/ Nane could wield a plain like Johnny.


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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 rolly [sic],/ My wild desires to rally;


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A Blessing unknown to ambition and pride,/ Which fortune can never abate;


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QUEEN Jeany was in labour six weeks & three days,/ Till the women were all weary and fain would find ease,


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INSPIRE my Muse, O thou celestial *Power,/ That may sing in odd romantic strains,


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By Logan's streams, that rin sae deep,/ Fu' aft wi' glee I've herded sheep,


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For lack of gold she's left me O,/ And of all thats dear bereft me O!


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Dear Madam/ THE long and considerate regard, by which, in deep contemplation,


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The wonderful exploits of the witches of Pittenweem

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PETER MORTON, a smith at Pittenweem, being desired by one Betty Laing to do a piece of work for her...


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Gentlemen all come listen to my merry song,/ 'Tis of the noble Hornsides & bold Foudroyant,/ The bravest engagement that ever was seen,


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In Gothic Churches you may view,/ close by the Vicar's elbow placed,


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Young men all both far and near,/ Listen a while and you shall hear,/ Take care you ben't drawn in a snare,/ By the girls that love brandy.


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Where are the poets, are they all dead;/ Or is the muse from Falkirk fled,

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As I was a-walking/ down by yon shady grove,


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WITH early horn salute the morn,/ That gilds this charming place;


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My thoughts delight to wander,/ Upon a distant shore,/ Where lovely, fair and tender,/ Is she whom I adore;


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THE Harp that once through Tara's halls/ The soul of music shed,


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Once the Gods of the Greeks at ambrosial feast,/ Large bowls of rich nectar were quaffing;


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AH Chloris, could I now but sit/ as unconcern'd, as when/ Your infant beauty could forget/ no happiness nor pain.


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HAVE you seen in yonder glen?/ Far frae the haunts and tracts of men,


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O DREARY laneliness is now/ 'Mang ruin'd hamlets smoking,


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EDWARD II. of England kept up the same claim upon Scotland, which his father had began; and after several unsuccessful attempts to establish it,


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COME, all ye jolly sailors bold,/ Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,


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Ye mariners of England,/ Who guard our native seas,/ Who for these thousand years have brav'd/ Tha battle and the breeze;


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'TWAS at night when the bell had toll'd twelve,/ And poor Susan was laid on her pillow,/ In her ear whisper'd some fleeting elve -/ Your love now lies tost on a billow,/ Far, far at sea.


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A new song, called The sailor and the shepherdess

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A Lovely young shepherdess was keeping of her/ sheep,/ On a rock that was near the sea side,


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TOTHER day, as I walk'd in the Park,/ The gentry being drest very fine,/ They all went away, at the noon time of day,/ And for different taverns to dine.


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THERE was an Irish barber/ In London he did dwell,

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5 8-line verses with 'Fal de ral' chorus


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WOO'D and married and a',/ Married and woo'd and a',/ The dandilly toast of the parish/ Is woo'd and married and a'.


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ON Ettrick Banks on a summers day,/ At the glooming when our flocks comes hame,/ I met a lassie brisk and gay,/ Coming walking through the mist her lane.


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YE gods, ye gave to me a wife,/ out of your wonted favour,


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ANd canst thou leave thy Nancy & quit thy native shore,/ It comes into my fancy I ne'er shall see thee more.


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WHen absent from the nymph I love,/ I'd fain shake off the chains I wear:


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AS down in the meadows I chanced to pass,/ Oh! there I beheld a young beautiful lass,


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SYLVIA, Sylvia, Sylvia, one day,/ She drest herself in man's array,


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AS Polly lay nursing one night on her bed,/ A comical ditty came into her head;


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BY the delicious warmness of thy mouth,/ And rolling eye, which smiling tells the truth,


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STERN winter has left us, the trees are in bloom,/ And cowslips and violets the meadows perfume,


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AS Robin was Driving his Waggon along,/ The Trees in full Bloom, and the Birds in full song;


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YOUNG Virgin's all come Pity me/ Love it has been my Misery


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BENEATH a green shade, a lovely swain/ One ev'ning, reclin'd, to discover his pain;.


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IT was on the Banks of Clady I heard a maid complain,/ Setting forth her lamentation nigh to a purling stream


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COME my lass, and let us stray,/ And pass awa the time fu' cheerie,


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WITH broken words, and down-cast eyes,/ Poor Francis spoke his passion tender;


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Come all you Britons that plow the raging main/ Listen to my story, these lines which I proclaim,


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A new song called, Willie's the lad for me

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SInce Jenny thinks mean her heart's love to deny,/ And Peggy's uneasy when Harry's not by:


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'TWAS morning, so briskly the fire was glowing


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COme all you young maids that incline for to mar-/(ry,/ Or in young mens company takes delight,


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YOUNG Men's Love is surely a Banter,/ A Fortnight no longer they'll burn.


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WHEREVER I am, and whatever I do,/ My Phillis is still in my mind;


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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 was their headsman, they thought not to fail.


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'TIS you shall make me a cambrick shirt,/ Savory groves grows merry in time,


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AS I was a walking upon the street so high,/ there I heard a scots woman cry,


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SOME say that kissing's a sin,/ But I say that winna stand:


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THE Winter is past,/ And the Summer's come at last,


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THIS barbarous massacre, which took place in/ the reign of William the Third,...


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A baby was sleeping its mother was weeping,/ for her husband was far on the wild raging sea


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I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd/ Around 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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O HERE'S to the year that's awa!/ We'll drink it in strong and in sma',


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THERE'S nought but care on every han',/ In every hour that passes, O!


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


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


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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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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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PREFACE./ JOHN CHEAP the Chapman, was a very comical short thick fellow, with a broad face and long nose;


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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 [S]cots Highlandman,...

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22-page prose narrative preceded by a 1-page preface


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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,


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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.


Title_of_Work:
The comical and witty jocks of John Falkirk

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


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PART I./ 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,


Title_of_Work:
The comical 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 very young, he left a widow and three children, two daughters and a son,


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The grand 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 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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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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IF my own botheration don't alter my plan,/ I'll sing seven lines of a tight Irishman,/ Wrote by old Billy Shakespeare of Ballyporeen.


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HIGHLAND Laddie brisk and gay,/ Highland laddie brisk and bonny,/ And he will away to Glasgow town,/ To steal awa' his bonny Peggy.


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IF my own botheration don't alter my plan,/ I'll sing seven lines of a tight Irishman,/ Wrote by old Billy Shakespeare of Ballyporeen,


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THE decks were clear'd, the gallant band/ Of British tars each other chearing,/ Each kindly shook his messmate's hand,/ With hearts resolv'd, nor danger fearing.


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YE banks and braes, and streams around/ The castle o' Montgomery,/ Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,


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YE banks and braes, and streams around/ The castle of Montgomery,/ Green be your woods, and fair your flow'rs,


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


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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 tatoes he sold by the pound.


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PReserve us, Johnny! you've trantlooms [sic] mony!


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BRIGHT Phoebus has mounted the chariot of/ day,


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Mr Christopher Love's last word on the scaffold

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ALTHOUGH (said he) there be but little between/ me and death,


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The  fair maid's complaint for her sweetheart

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ABROAD as I was walking for my recreation,


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WHEN Steerwell heard me first impart/ Our brave commander's story,/ With ardent zeal, his youthful heart,/ Swell'd high for naval glory;


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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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WHEN 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come,


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Disaster of the Irishman's wife at a Scotch fair

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"I was broke down from being a dacent/ Swatiewife to cry praties,...


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Come follow, follow me,/ Ye fairy elves that be,


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While Luna in splendour wi' silver rays beaming


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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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SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled;/ Scots wham Bruce has aften led:/ Welcome to your gory bed,/ Or to victory.


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Oh where tell me where, is your Highland laddie/ gone?


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MY heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,/ Some counsel unto me come len',/ To anger then a' is a pity,/ But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?


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A plague of these musty old lubbers,/ Who tell us to fast and to think,/ And patient fall in with life's rubbers,/ With nothing but water to drink.


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The sun in the west fas to rest in the e'ening,


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Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn,/ And spangles deck the thorn,/ The lowing herd winds thro' the lawn,/ The lark springs from the corn.


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MIRK an' rainy is the night,/ No a starn in a the carry,


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How blythe was I ilk morn to see/ my swain come o'er the hill;/ He leap'd the brook and flew to me,/ I met him we good will.


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O Whare gat you that bonny blue bannet?/ O silly blind body canna ye see?/ I gat it frae a bonny Scots callan,/ Atween Saint Johnstone and bonny Dundee.


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The spotless maid is like the blooming rose,


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


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Oh, take me to your arms my love,/ For keen the wind doth blow;


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How lovely the hour, when the sun smooth de-/clining,


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When fragrant bloom of yellow broom/ delights our lads and lasses


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The smiling morn, the breathing spring/ Invite the tuneful birds to sing,/ And while they warble from each spray/ Love meets the universal lay,


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Sit down here my cronies and gi'e me your crack/ Let the win' tak' the care o' this life on its back,


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Now nature cleeds the flowery lea/ And a' is young and sweet like thee,


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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 blear'd wi' mourning,


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Hark! the goddess Diana calls out for a chace,


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Sweet Polly of Plymouth was my dear,/ when forc'd from her to go-


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EDWARD II, of England, kept up the same claim upon Scotland, which his father had begun; and, after several unsuccessful attempts to establish it,...


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The hair in this case is commonly very remarkable and most significant.


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March to the battle field,/ The foe is now before us:


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There are more Pickpockets in and about London than in all the world beside, that make a trade, and what they call a comfortable living by their employment.


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WILL ye gang to the lea rig,/ My ain kind dear, O;/ And cuddle there fu' kindly,/ Wi' me, my kind dearie, O?


Title_of_Work:
The Cottager's Saturday night. A poem. Containing a very pleasing and affecting description of the piety and happiness of a cottager and his family


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OH! yes I have seen this Kate Kearney,/ Who lives near the lake of Killarney


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ALONG the banks of the dark rolling Danube,/ Fair Adelaid walk'd when the battle was o'er;


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THERE'S many one that wed too soon,/ which often breeds contention O,


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BEGONE, dull care, I pr'ythee begone from me,/ Begone, dull care, thou and I shall never agree;


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HAIL!, hail to the merry harvest home,/ To sport, and song, and nappy ale;/ Let ev'ry friend and neighbour come,/ No proud distinction here prevail.


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OCH hey Johnny lad!/ Ye're no sae kind's ye soud, a been;/ Och hey, Johnny lad!


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THO' Fortune & Love may be deities still,/ To those they oblige by their pow'r;


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'TWAS in a village near Castle Bury,/ a Cobler and his wife did dwell,


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FAT Rump soup, fat rump soup, soup I cry,


Title_of_Work:
The true method of telling your fortune, by Cards

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TAKE a pack of cards, and pick six out of each sort,


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To ease his heart and own his flame,/ Young Jockey to my cottage came,


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Mr Christopher Love's last words on the scaffold

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ALTHOUGH said he, there be but little between me and death,...


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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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SINCE I am deprived of my fancy so fair,/ Farewel Malton-Lordship, and all beauties there;


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LOUD roar'd the dreadful thunder,/ The rain a deluge show'rs;


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HEY, bonny lassie, come over the burn,/ An gin your sheep wander, I'll gie them a turn,


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POOR people of Scotland with tears in their eyes/ Stand and look at a sixpenny loaf with surprize


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HAVE you any pats or pans?/ or any broken chandlers?


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WHen the town runs full of folly,/ And each gadding after Polly,/ Let us take a chearful glass;


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AS walking forth to view the plain,/ upon a morning early,/ While May's sweet scent did chear [sic] my brain,/ from flow'rs which grow so rarely:


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SINCE ev'ry charm on earth combine,/ In Chloe's breast, in Chloe's mind,


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YE tippling souls as ye pass by,/ Step in and taste, I know you're dry,


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THINK, my fairest, how delay,/ danger every moment bring;


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'TWAS on a river's verdant side,/ about the close of day,/ A dying swan with music try'd/ to chase her cares away.


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SPRING renewing all things gay,/ Nature's dictates all obey:


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A blessing unknown to ambition and pride,/ that fortune can never aba'e


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The harp that once through Tara's halls/ The sould of musie [sic] shed,


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How stands the glass around,/ For shame, you take no care, my boys,/ How stands the glass around,/ Let mirth and wine abound,/ The trumpets sound.

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Let us go, lassie go/ To the braes of Balquhither


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No more shall the children of Judah sing/ The lay of a happier time;


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Life is darkened o'er with woe,/ Bid the ruddy nectar flow,


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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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Sequester'd here, afar from fame,/ And hope's enchanting smile


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WHen wilt thou break my stubborn heart?/ O death, how slow to take my part?/ Whatever I pursue, denies./ Death, death itself, like Myra flies.


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GOod people of Glasgow, give ear to my lay,/ And learn from my tale, and go wiser away;


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WAS ever maiden fair distrest in love like me,/ long time I've been courted, alas! to my pain,


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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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STand round my brave boys, let's sing & rejoice,/ we dread neither dangers nor scars,


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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.


Title_of_Work:
Nancy's complaint for the loss of her sailor

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NEar a clear chrystal stream, where sweet flow'rs do/(grow,/ I beheld a young damsel in sorrow & woe,


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O I hae lost my silken snood,/ that tied my hair sae yellow;


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WHen late I wander'd o'er the plain,/ From nymph to nymph I strove in vain


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DOWN in a meadow fresh and gay,/ Plucking a flow'r the other day;/ Plucking a flow'r both red and blue,/ I little thought what love could do.


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SEND home my heart and eyes to me,/ Which ah! too long have dwelt on thee;


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The British hero; or, Death of Gen. Wolfe

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O'Er Quebec's plain, where Gallia's forces spread,/ To many warlike chiefs the destin'd bed,

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10-line 'recitative' followed by 2 6-line 'air' verses then followed by 14-line recitative and finally 8-line 'air'


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DRINK to me only with thine,/ and I'll pledge thee with mine


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HE./ COme hither sweet Susan, and sit down by me,/ And let us consult on sweet matrimony,

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10 4-line verses in the form of a dialouge


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MY sheep I neglected, I lost my sheephook,/ And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook;


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O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten,/ An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten?


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As I came o'er the Highland hills/ to a farmer's house I came;


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AE day a braw wooer came down the lang glen,/ An' sair wi' his love he did deave me;/ But I said, there was naething I hated like men,/ But O! what a fool to believe me.


Title_of_Work:
The turtle dove, or, True lover's farewell

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O fare you well my own true-love,/ O farewell for a while,


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Young Jockey was the blithest lad/ In a' our town or here awa;


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BLITHE blithe and merry was she,/ Blithe was she but and ben,


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UPBRAID me not, capricious fair,/ With drinking to excess;


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Farewell to the mountain,/ And sun-lighted vale,/ The moss-bordered streamlets,/ And sun-lighted vale.


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IN city, town, and village, my fancy oft have rov'd/ A Phillis and a Chloe, I every where have lov'd,/ But, tired with variety, to marriage I'm inclin'd,


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THere was a bonny blade,/ Had marry'd a country maid,


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BILLY though you me invite,/ And say Spring gives such delight,


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I'Ve kiss'd and prattled to fifty fair maids,/ And chang'd them as oft, d'ye see,


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LOng time I serv'd young Rosalind,/ but when her power she knew,


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AS down in the meadows I chanced to pass,/ O there I beheld a young beautiful lass,


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I Am married, and happy; with wonder hear this,/ ye rovers and rakes of the age,


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TO make the most of fleeting time,/ should be our great endeavour;/ For love we both are in our prime,/ the time is now or never.


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COntented I am, and contented I'll be,/ for what can this world more afford,


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BRight glory is a trifle and so is ambition,/ I despise the heart and a lofty condition,


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COME gentlemen, sportsmen, I pray listen all,/ And I'll sing you a song in praise of Sewball,


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IN Dublin there lives a young man, it is spoken,/ He's very well known by the way of his token,


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I Am restless in my mind and always uneasy,/ Since I lost my dear jewel, nothing can please me,


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IN summer I mawed my meadows,/ in Harvest I shure my corn,


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I Dream'd a dream last night,/ God keep us a' frae sorrow:


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AS blithe as a linnet sings in the green wood,/ so blithe we'll wake the morn,


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THe silver moon's enamour'd beams,/ steals softly through the night,


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COntentment consists not in wealth,/ Nor yet in a great store of riches,/ For although that my winning be very sma',/ Yet I have contentment, that's best of a'.


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MY dog and my mistress are both of a kind,/ As fickle as fancy, inconstant as wind;


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THERE was a rich noble, as lately we hear,/ He had but one daughter most charming & fair,


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AS I went to the wake that is held on the green ,/ I met with young Phebe as blythe as a queen,


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My Peggy is a young thing,/ Just enter'd in her teens,


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Pray, Goody, please to moderate the/ rancour of your tongue,/ Why flash those marks of fury from/ your eyes,


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O saw ye my father, or ssw [sic] ye my mother,/ Or saw ye my true love John?


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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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Tucker lib'd in a tight log hut/ As snug as a maggot in mouldy nut


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If you ax me where I come frae, I say the fell syde,/ Where fadder and mudder, and honest fwok beyde,


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The Sun had gane o'er the lofty Benlomond,/ An' left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,


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SOME people talk of Putney joys,/ And say such pleasure never cloys:


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NOW JUDAS, the Traitor, having heard all that was done,...


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The chough and crow to roost are gone,/ The owls sit on the tree,


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My master was an auld Batch,/ Baith crabbed and uncivil:


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Our home is amid the sea,/ Where the billows roll proudly and dark;


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In my mind there is no position more positive and unexceptionable than that most Frenchmen, dead or alive, are born dancers.


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Fortune telling by the grounds of a tea or coffee cup

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To pour out the Tea or Coffee Grounds:- Pour the grounds of tea or coffee into a white cup...


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Let the lily of France in luxuriance wave,/ Let the shamrock of Erin its beauty maintain,


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Young William was a seaman true,/ The darling of our bonny crew,


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If a body meet a body comin' through the rye,/ If a body meet a body, need a body cry?


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Speed, O speed, thou bonnie bark,/ An' blaw, thou gentle gale;


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Sequester'd here afar from fame/And hope's enchanting smile;


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Let them boast of the country gave Patrick his fame,/ Of the land of the ocean, and Anglian name,


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My heart is sair, I darena tell,/ My heart is sair for somebody;


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Oh if you love me, furl your sails,/ Draw up your boat on shore;


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Ye'll a' hae heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet,/ Ye'll a' hae heard tell o' Rab Roryson's bonnet;


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A lassie lives by yonder burn,/ That jinks about the seggins;


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The spearman heard the bugle sound,/ And cheerly smilled [sic] the morn,


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My tortured bosom lang shall feel/ The pangs of this last sad farewell;


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WILL ye gang to the highlands, Leezie Lindsay?/ Will ye gang to the highlands wi' me?


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How can you make nineteen more by taking from it?


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COMING thro' the craigs o' Kyle,/ Amang the bonny blooming heather,/ There I met a bonnie lassie/ Keeping a' her ewes thegither.


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COME round and buy, come buy, come buy/ A song of little Bess,


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COMING thro' the craigs o' Kyle,/ Amang the bonnie blooming heather,/ There I met a bonnie lassie,/ Keeping a' her ewes thegither.


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OUR bugles had sung, for the night cloud had/ lower'd,/ And the sentinel stars set the watch in the sky,


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HONEST wives that were braw lasses,/ Honest wives that were braw lasses,


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SAE flaxen were her ringlets,/ Her eye-brows of a darker hue,


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JOLLY mortals, fill your glasses/ Noble deeds are done by wine;


Title_of_Work:
Patrick O'Neal's return from drubbing the French

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FRom leathering and beating the Negers an please ye,/ Hurra, here's myself, little Paddy, come back,


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YOU meaner beauties of the night,/ Who poorly satisfy your eyes;


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THRO' Deery town I rambled late,/ I met a man I never knew;


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A new song, called The shepherd and the shepherdess

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WAS there ever a man in so happy a station,/ As me and my Flora, fair Flora?


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ON courting I went to my love,/ Who's sweeter than roses of May;


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FY on the wars, that hurry'd Willy frae me,/ Who to loe me just had sworn,


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AT Totterdown-hill there dwelt an old pair,/ and it may be they live there still;


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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 commander,/ They had for their headsman, were sure not to fail.


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THE spring time returns, the clothes the green/ plains,/ and Aloa shines more chearful and gay;


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LOVE's a gentle generous Passion,/ scourse [sic] of all sublime delights


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The gypsies came to our Lord's Gate/ And vow but they sang bonny;


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BILLY tho' you me invite,/ And say spring gives such delight,


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GRieve not my Dear, nor say I'm untrue/ 'Cause I abscond mysef [sic] from You


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SOME say kissing's a sin;/ but I say that winna stand;


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HARK hark my lovely Molly, Hark how the wars calls for me,


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WIth a green Ribbon I'll plate up my hair,/ and over my shoulder, as you shall see?


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JOHN Anderson my joe John, I wonder what/ you mean;/ You rise so soon in the morning, and sit so late/ at e'en;


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O Unhappy a Lover am I,/ For to sigh at my Molly in vain,


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YOU have asked questions three,/ Savory groves grow merry in time


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MY Fond shepherdess of late were so blest,/ Their fair nymphs were so happy and gay,


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ON old England's blest shore/ we are landed once more,


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God proper long our noble selves,/ Our lives and fortunes all;/ A woful accident there did,/ In Slive Gallant befal


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AS near a fountain's flow'ry shade/ the bright Celinda lay,


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AS down in cupid's garden,/ in pleasure I did walk,


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THE summer was over my flocks were all shorn,/ My meadows were mow'd, & I'd hous'd all my corn,


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MY time, O ye muses, was happily spent,/ When Phebe went with me where ever I went,


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WERE I assur'd you'll constant prove,/ You should nae mair complain,


Title_of_Work:
Willy and Jenny's love letters or, Lochaber no more

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THese lines from your lover, dear Jenny receive,/ At Carlisle cofined [sic] will make you to grieve!/ A prisoner was taken on Culloden plain,/ I wish in the battle I there had been slain


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


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WHY, don't you know me by my scars?/ I'm soldier Dick come frae the wars,/ Where many a head without a hat,/ Crowd honour's bed: but what of that!


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HOW shall I be sad when a husband I hae,/ That has better sense than any of thae,


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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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MY Jockey is the blithest lad,/ that e'er young maid did woo;


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FIRST when Maggy was my care,/ Heav'n, I thought was in her air;/ Now we're married - speir na mair-/ Whistle o'er the lave o't,


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"WHY weep ye by the tide, ladye-/ Why weep ye by the tide?


Title_of_Work:
The preface [preceding The dominie depos'd]


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PART I./ SOME Dominies are sae biass'd,/ That o'er the dyke themsells they cast,/ They drink an' rant, an' live sae fast,/

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78 6-line verses and 3 4-line verse narrative in three parts


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


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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 2-line verses and 'tol de rol' refrain


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


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


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Oh! 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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During the greatest part of this winter, the/ poor had been grievously afflicted in consequence/ of a sever frost,...


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


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


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The tear fell gently from her eye,/ When last we parted on the shore:/ My bosom heav'd 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, you 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/ We lo'ed ither weel, and had youth on our side,/ And strength and guid health were abundantly/ gi'en us,


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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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'MID pleasures and palaces, though we may roam,/ Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;


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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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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 the howling storm/ The minute gun at sea.


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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 our shore;/ But Connel returns to his Flora no more!


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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 craigie


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SCOTS, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled,/ Scots wham Bruce has aften led;


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SCOTS, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled;/ Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;


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March to the battle-field,/ The foe is now before us,/ Each heart is freedoms shield/ And heaven is smiling oer us


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WHen my money was all gone that I gain'd in/ that wars,


Title_of_Work:
Dr. Wild, in his elegy, hath these lines upon Mr. Love


Title_of_Work:
On the troublesomeness of beards shaving


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These gentry generally ply at the most public places in town, and also at fairs and countrymarkets [sic], consisting of threeor [sic] more in company.


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BLITHE, blithe aroun' the nappy,/ Let us join in social glee

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5 4-line verses with 4-line chorus repeated


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Together let us range the fields,/ Impearl'd with the morning dew,


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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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Now ancient English melody/ Is banish'd out of doors,/ And nothing's heard in modern days,/ But Signoras and Signors,/ Such airs I hate/ Like a pig in a gate,


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A wet sheet and a flowing sea,/ A wind that follows fast,


Title_of_Work:
The chevalier's lament, after the battle of Culloden

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The small birds rejoice/ in the green leaves returning;


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Good People,/ Though, by the rigour of the law you are forbidden to give me any relief, yet you may pity my unhappy state,


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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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PART I./ Jockey. Hey, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent fouks hame wi' ye the night?/ Maggy. Wiltu come awa' than, Johnny, I fain wad be hame before the kye come in; our meikle Riggy is sic a rummeling royte she rins aye thro' the byre,


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As late I through the country stray'd,/ it's beauties to explore,


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You jolly brave fellows who incline to be mellow/ I pray you attend and sit easy,


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The bold Gaulic Consul has made a bravado,/ With five hundred thousand he'll invade our coasts;


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The Creation./ In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

Work_Notes:
22-pages of captioned prose extracts from the Bible.


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Infantile letters./ A young lady to her parents./ I hope that my dear papa and mamma will excuse the badness of the writing of this letter, ...

Work_Notes:
22-pages of captioned prose transcripts of letters.


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The choice of a house./ There are several important matters to be taken into consideration in making choice of a house.


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Chap. I/ Of the allurements of woman./ Of all vices, an unlawful freedom with the female sex is the most predominant, ...


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This great apostle of the Gentiles was a native of Tarsus, ...


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Robert Bruce, king of Scotland, was born 21st March, 1274, at the Castle of Turnberry, in the county of Ayr.


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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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COME, cheer up, my lads, 'tis to glory we steer,/ To add something new to this wonderful year;


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Here Betty you jade! bring me a pint of half-and-half - be sure you mix them - and put them in separate jugs.


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A sailor taking a walk in a field, observed a bull rapidly advancing towards him - ...


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I was born once at home, when my mother was out/ In her reck'ning, an accident brought it about.


Title_of_Work:
Master Rooney Ballinafad's travels and voyages

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In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whisky,/ We manag'd to keep care and sorrow aloof;/ Our whirligig revels made all the blue devils/ Creep out with the smoke through a hole in the roof,


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'Twas yes, kind sir, and I thank you too

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The ruddy morn blink'd o'er the brae,/ as blithe I gaed to milk my kine,/ When near the winding burn of Tay,/ wi' bonny gait, and twa black een;/ A highland lad sae kind me tent,


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Ah! Scotland, my country, since mair I shall view,/ Your streams sae clear and your mountains sae blue.


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The king he said unto his son,/ You know you are in debt, sir;


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Tom Tackle was noble,/ was true to his word;


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Love's a gentle generous passion,/ Source of all sublime delight,


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The routing the Earl of Mar's forces,/ Has given their neighbours supplies;


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Ye lads and lasses, far and near,/ Come listen to my ditto, O,


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In the days of my childhood, as sportive I play'd/ Among the young lasses arouund, [sic]


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In summer, when the leaves were green,/ and blossoms deck d each tree,


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By the side of a stream at the foot of a hill,/ I met with young Nancy who lives at the mill;


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Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Wat ye how she cheated me/ As I cam o'er the braes of Balloch!


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When Britan first at heaven's command,/ Arose from out the azure main,


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The following admonition read occasionally before Family-worship, is very proper to produce seriousness of mind, and to keep up a godly jealousy, lest hypocrisy and formality should render this important duty of no use.


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O Thou, Father of our Lord, Jesus Christ, and God of glory, who hast so loved the world as to give thy only-begotten Son, to the en, that all who believe in him should not perish but have everlasting life,


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Blessed and holy Lord God, who didst make al [sic] things by thy power, who rulest all things by thy providence, and fillest all things by thy presence, we, thy unworthy creatures, beseech thee to fill our hearts with an awful sense of thee,


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O Lord, thou art great, wonderful and holy. Thou art exalted far above all blessing and praise which can ever be afforded to thee by the angels of light;


Title_of_Work:
A prayer to be used when any member of the maily is sick. either...

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O Thou infinitely great and glorious God, thou killest and makest alive. Thou woundest and thy hands make whole.


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O Lord and heavenly Father, who hast commanded us concientiously [sic] to discharge each duty we owe one to another, take away, we beseech thee, from us all stubbornness, pride, and self-conceit;


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May all the appointments of thy providence, O Lord, be profitable to the souls of thy people.


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Almighty and most merciful Father, have compassion upon us in the day of trouble, and let this child live, by whose afflictions we are afflicted.


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Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,

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Prose prayer. Full version, ending: ...the power and the glory for ever. Amen.


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Before meat. The eyes of all things wait upon thee, O Lord,...


Work_Notes:
4-page verse dialogue with verse introduction.


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The summer it was smiling, all nature round was gay,/ While Jenny was attending on auld Robin Gray


Title_of_Work:
Declaration or exhortation of Murdich Currie

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He was brought from the prison of Dumbarton, about two o'clock, surrounded with a strong guard of armed men, he walked with more courage than ever any man was seen to do in his condition,...


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My friends, so good-humour'd I hope wont be vex'd,/ If the Chapter of Politics furnish my text;


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It was in the year of ninety-four,/ In March the twentieth day,

Work_Notes:
9 4-line verses, with last line of each repeated.


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I lo'e nae a laddie but ane,/ He lo'es nae a lassie but me;


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My love was fickle once and changing,/ nor e're would settle in my heart;/ From beauty still to beauty ranging,/ in every place I found a dart.


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I'll sing of a weaver wha loom'd an ill web/ And briskly began to the weaving o't;

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6 4-line verses. Tune: Rock and wee pickle tow.


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My name it is Jean, and my age is fifteen,/ my father's a farmer he lives on the plain,


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I thought I was all in the garden alone,/ And no-body hearing me singing my song,


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This seven long years I've courted a Maid,/ As the sun shines over the valley,


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As Polly lay musing one night on her bed,/ A comical ditty came into her head;


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Twas in the month of May,/ The maidens they did say,


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Come, none of your nonsense, I'm not to be had,/ I'm called Dashing Dick, the Tothill-fields lad;


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If my own botheration don't alter my plan,/ I'll sing seven lines of a tight Irishman./ Wrote by old Billy Shakespeare at Ballyporeen.


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Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature,/ Are such signs of fears express'd;/ Can a wand'ring wretched creature/ With such terror fill thy breast?


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The Ploughman he's a bonny lad,/ And a his work's a pleasure;/ But when ghat he comes home at e'en/ He hugs me as his treasure.


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As I went by yon blind quay,/ one evening in the spring,


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


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See I language! see, I fent!/ I must borrow beg or steal:


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Chloe by that borrow'd kiss,/ I alas! am quite undone!


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Britannia, Britannia, what comfort can thou find,/ Since ye have lost that hero whom we have left behind,


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It was my cruel parents./ that did my first trepan,/ And marry'd me to an old man,/ for the sake of money and land;


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Ye banks and braes, and streams arouud/ The castle of Montgomery,/ Green be your woods, and fair your flow'rs,


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Of late you have heard of two lovers,/ that lived near yon castle so high,/ To the green woods they often resorted,/ While the owl from the forest did cry,


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


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Come all you good people I pray you attend,/ Unto these few lines which now I have penn'd,


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Come sit down my cronies and gie me your crack,/ Let the win tak the care of this life on its back;


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Anna thy charms my bosom fire,/ and waste my soul with care;


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Once I lov'd a Lady fair,/ She was a beauty I declare,/ The only flower of the North Country,/ The bonny lass of Banaphie.

Work_Notes:
29 4-line verses. Tune: The gallant Grahams.


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John Anderson my Jo, John,/ when I heard tell of thee,


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Some ten years ago, when I was with my mammie,/ I ramble'd [sic] and rov'd thro' each meadow and field,


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How pleasant a sailor's life passes,/ Who roams o'er the wat'ry main,


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I am a jolly sailor bold/ lately come from cruising,/ I'll go unto the girl I love,/ she's one of my own chusing.


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O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,/ They were twa bonny lasses;/ They bigged a bow'r on yon burn brae,/ and thacked it o'er wi' rashes.


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As I went forth in the county of Cavin,/ for to view the sweet stock of life,/ There I beheld a sweet lovely Venus,


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Gill Morice was an Earl's Son,/ his name it waxed wide;/ It was not for his riches great,/ nor yet his meikle pride.


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YOUNG men and maids, who fain would know/ Your fortunes good or ill,


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A little girl about four years old, had a great desire to taste a hot muffin.


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The ass found fault that he had no horns …


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O see that form that faintly gleams,/ It's Oscar come to cheer my dreams:


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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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Remember me when far away/ I journey thro' the world's wide waste;


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Comin' thro' the rye, poor bodie,/ Comin' thro' the rye,/ She draigelt a' her petticotie/ Comin thro' the rye.


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THE fool that is wealthy is sure of a wife;/ For riches like fig-leaves, their nakedness hide:


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The day returns, my bosom burns,/ The blissful day we twa did meet;


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The meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing,/ So gaily they carrol the praises of spring:


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O lay thy loof, in mine, lass,/ in mine lass, in mine lass,/ And swear on thy white hand, lass,/ that thou wilt be my ain

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2 8-line verses, 1 4-line verse and 1 4-line chorus


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HIGHLAND Donald's got a wife,/ And O! an' he be wordie o' her;


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How pleasant the Banks of the clear winding/ Devon,/ With green spreading bushes, and flow'rs/ blooming fair!


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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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I'VE just dropp'd in to make a call, I hope I don't intrude now,

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7 4-line verses with refrain with extra line at the end


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Wha wou'dna be in love/ Wi' bonny Maggy Lauther


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Give Betsy a bushel of horse hair and wool,/ of paste and pometum a pound;


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YOung Colin seeks my heart to move,/ And speaks & talks so much of love,/ He'll hang or drown I fear it.


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MY muses, don't fail, to the spring give all hail,/ 'tis the pleasantest time of the year;


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It's not yet day, it's not yet day,/ then why should we then leave good li-/(quor,/ 'Till the sun beams round us play,/ we'll sit and tak the other pitcher.


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THo' Baucis and I are both ancient and poor,/ We never yet drove the distrest from our door,


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WHy heaves my fond bosom? what can it mean!/ Why flutters my heart which was once so serene?


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WHile the lads of the village shall merrily ah;/ sound their tabors, I'll hand thee along,

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3 4-line verses with first verse repeated as chorus


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MY Jemmy is crossed quite over the main,/ And I fear I ne'er shall behold him again,


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O see that form that faintly gleams,/ 'Tis Oscar come to cheer my dreams,


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Ole Cuffee said and true he say,/ All mankind one and t'other,


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BLYTHE was the time when he fee'd wi' my father, O,/ Happy were the days when we herded thegither, O,


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There's a tear that falls when we part/ From a friend whose loss we shall mourn;


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Fairwell, farewell, dear Erin's Isle!/ My native land, adieu!


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Mo [sic] more shall the children of Judah sing/ The lay of a happier time;


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The light of other days is faded,/ And all their glory's past,


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I love you by Heaven, what can I say more?/ Then set not my passion a-cooling;


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Come o'er the stream, Charlie, dear Charlie, brave/ Charlie,/ Come o'er the stream, Charlie and dine wi' Mac-/lean;


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Och hey! Johnnie lad,/ Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been,


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Ah, men what silly things you are,/ To women thus to humble;


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By the margin of fair Zurich's waters,/ Dwelt a youth whose fond heart night and day


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THE auld man's mare's dead,/ The poor man's mare's dead,/ Left meal and peats and a' to lead,/ A mile aboon Dundee.


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THE glasses sparkle on the board,/ the wine is ruby bright;


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Love wakes and weeps/ While Beauty sleeps!


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A Highlander entered a haberdasher's shop in Dundee, some time ago, and asked for a piece of scarlet cloth to make him a waistcoat.


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OH! dinna ask me gin I lo'e thee,/ Troth I daurna tell;


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Most, if not all of you, who are now present, have beheld the Ocean;


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MACGREGOR, Macgregor, remember our foe-/men,/ The moon rises broad 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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IN that cottage my father long dwelt,/ Till call'd the proud foe to repel,


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I'm wearin awa, Jean,/ Like snaw-wreathes in thaw, Jean,


Title_of_Work:
The surprising intrigues and pranks of the Devil at Woodstock, in England. Anno 1649

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WHEN the Scotch commissioners were on their way to London with their servants, to settle some important business.


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A Yorkshire gentleman and his man, came to see Bristol,


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JOHNNY BLUSTER dwalt on Tweed,/ The place they ca'd it Traddletony;/ Johnny was a joiner gude,/ Nane could wield a plain like Johnny.


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I'VE been long in love with a damsel hard by./ She has a pig in the stable, and a horse in the sty;


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When late I wandered o'er the plain,/ From nymph to nymph I strove in vain,


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From night to morn I take my glass,/ IN hopes to forget my Chloe;


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WHEN silent time, wi' lightly foot,/ Had trod on thirty years,/ My native land I sought again,/ Wi' mony hopes and fears.


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WITH broken words and downcast eyes,/ Poor Colin spoke his passion tender;


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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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HER mouth, which a smile,/ Devoid of all guile,


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CEASE a while ye winds to blow,/ Cease ye purling streams to flow,


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'TWAS up the wind three leagues or more,/ we 'spied a lofty sail;


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MY Jemmy has crossed quite over the main,/ And I fear I ne'er shall see him again;


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AS I was walking upon the streets so high,/ There I heard a Scotch woman cry,


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AH! silly elf, that rose to sip/ Where Delia sleeping lies;


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THE smiling morn, the breathing spring,/ Invite the tuneful birds to sing:


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WEEP not ye streams of silver Tay;/ nor mourn ye flow'ry banks so bonny


Title_of_Work:
A new song, called The false hearted young man

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AS I aws out one day, one day,/ It was in the month of May,


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LEave neighbours your work, & to sport & to play,/ Let the tabor strike up, and in the village be gay,

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1 6-line verse, 4 4-line verses and 4-line chorus


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THERE was a wealthy farmer, liv'd in the north country,/ And he had a daughter, beautiful and free


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OH! how could I venture to love ane like thee,/ And you not despise a poor conquest like me?


Title_of_Work:
New copy of verses : Or, A true touch on the times

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THE Farmers of England say,/ they cannot pay their Rent,


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LOVE's a gentle, generous passion,/ Source of all sublime delight,


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OH! send me Lewis Gordon hame,/ And the lad I dare not name;


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JOCKY said to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou do't,/ Ne er a fit quoth Jenny for my tocher good,


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SURE a lass in her bloom at the age of nineteen,/ Was ne'er so distress'd as of late I have been,


Title_of_Work:
The loyal lover's faithful promise to his sweet-heart, on his going a long journey

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ALTHO' I go a thousand Miles/ I vow thy face to see,


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THere was an old woman that had but one/ son,/ And he was brought up with fear and care,


Title_of_Work:
A dialogue between Suckey and Tabitha, two American ladies, apropos to the times

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SAYS Sucke to Tab, alas I fear!/ America will conquered be,


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HAD my love ever travell'd the distance for me,/ What proof of his truth could be clearer?


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THEN farewel my trim-built wherry,/ oars, and coat and badge, farewel


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O Logie o' Buchan! O Logie the laird!/ They ha'e taen awa Jamie that delv'd in the yard/ Wha play'd on the pipe, wi' the Voil sae sma;/ They ha'e taen awa Jamie the flower o' them a'.


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O LOGIE o' Buchan, O Logie the laird,/ They hae ta'en awa Jamie that delv'd in the yard,/ Wha play'd on the pipe, and the viol sae sma'/ They hae ta'en awa Jamie, the flower o' them a'.


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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 ev'ry idle pleasure.


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LOUDON's bonnie woods and braes,/ I maun lea' them a' lassie;/ Wha can thole when Britain's faes/ Would gie Britons law, lassie?


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BLITHE, blithe and merry was she,/ Blithe was she but and ben;


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O ARE ye sleepin' Maggie?/ O are ye sleepin' 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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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 following desription of the melancholy/ situation of the French army,...


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There's some say that we wan,/ Some say that they wan,/ Some say that nane wan at a', man;


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YE Gales that gently wave the Sea,/ and please my canny Boat-Man:/ Bear me frae hence, or bring to me;/ my brave, my bonny Scot-Man.


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Commotion, commotion is seen far and near,


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O take me to your arms, my love,/ for keen the wind doth blow;


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All in the downs the fleet lay moor'd,/ The streamers waving in the wind,/ When Black-eyed Susan came on board,/ O Where shall I my true-love find?


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Langsyne beside the woodland burn,/ Amang the broom sae yellow,


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Auld gudeman ye're a drunken carle,/ drunken carle,


Title_of_Work:
Some meditations for drooping believers when death is near

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TRAVELLERS who have met with many storms,


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SHE'S fair and fause that causes my smart,


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Sure won't you hear what roving cheer,/ Was spread at Paddy's wedding O,


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Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee,/ Thou bonny wood of Craigie-lee


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Friend of my soul, this goblet sip,/ 'Twill chase the pensive tear;


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How blest has my time been? What joys have/ I known,


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THIS is no mine ain lassie,/ Fair though the lassie be:


Title_of_Work:
How to chuse [sic]  a good husband or wife

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I. IF the man be of ruddy complexion, high and full nosed, his eye-brows bending archwise, his eyes standing full, of a black & lively colour,...


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These are a set of cheats, who frequently trick simple people, both from the country and in London, out of their money; but most commonly exercise their villainous art upon young women. Their method of proceeding in this: Privately to drop a ring,...


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On Ettrick Banks, on a summer's night,/ At gloaming when the sheep drave hame,/ I met my lassie, braw, braw and tight,/ Come wading barefoot a' her lane.


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Take one ounce of spirit of resolution, properly mixed with the oil of good conscience, infuse into it a spoonful of the salt of patience, distil very carefully a composing plant called, OTHER WOES, which you will find in every part of the garden of life,


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Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Ken ye how she cheated me,/ As I cam by the braes o' Balloch.


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OH, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,


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MERRY may the maid be,/ That marries the miller,/ For foul day and fair day,/ He's aye bringing till her


Title_of_Work:
The wonderful predictions of Mr. Allan Logan

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IT pleased God, in the creation of the world,...


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My wife's dead - There let her lie - She's at rest - And so am I.


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FAIR Sally once the village pride/ Lies cold and wan in yonder valley:


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YOU are old Father Dennis, the young man said,/ your locks that are left, are quite grey


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WHEN I enter'd my teens I threw play things aside,/ I perceiv'd myself woman and fit for a bride,


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DID not you hear of the gentlemen rakes,/ And hear the sweet cry of beer, wine & cakes,

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses and last two lines of first verse repeated as chorus


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WHEN my money was all spent I'd gain'd in the war,/ and the world began to frown on my fate,/ What matter'd my zeal or my honoured scars,/ when indifference stood at the gate.


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WHILE I am pleading your beauty to gain,/ my heart 'tis a bleeding, I fear your disdain


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WHAT numbers shall the muse repeat?/ what verse be found to praise my Annie?


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ONE morning in May, as young Collin I met,/ A stranger to art and to guile,/ Oh! how my fond heart in my bosom did leap,/ when my cottage lay distant a mile.


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YE maids, wives & widows also, give attention,/ Unto these few lines, tho' dismal to mention;


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


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Love is like a summer flower,/ Blooming, drooping in an hour;


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Let's drink my friends, while here we live:/ The fleeting moments, as they pass,


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Now ancient English melodies/ Are banish'd out of doors,/ And nothing's heard in modern days,/ But Signoras and Signores./ Such airs I hate/ Like a pig in a gate,


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THO' winter may fright us, and chill us with cold,/ Bright Phoebus can cheer us with rays pure as gold


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Lovely Nymph, assuage my anguish,/ At your feet, a tender swain


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WHAT woman cou'd do, I have try'd to be free,/ Yet do all I can,


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MY love waits on a lady fair,/ And I do belong to a stout privateer;


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YOU poor sorry fellow, forbear now to rue,/ If ever I marry, it shan't be with you,


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THE sun had gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,/ An' left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,


Title_of_Work:
I am a young man that's most highly respectable

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I AM a young man that's most highly respectable;/ My nature's genteel, and my feeling's susceptible:


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Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn,/ He was bold as a hawk, and she, soft as the dawn,


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I give thee all, I can no more,/ Though poor the off'ring be;


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Let's drink, my friends, while here we live,/ The fleeting moments, as they pass,


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To all you ladies now at land,/ We men at sea indite,


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Follow, follow over mountain,/ Follow, follow over sea,


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I'M owre young, I'm owre young,/ I'm owre young to marry yet,


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Though a noisy game, creates a good deal of fun and amusement.


Title_of_Work:
Here's a health to all good lasses. A glee

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Here's a health to all good lasses,/ Pledge it merrily fill your glasses,


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THE lasses of Scotland are bonnie and free;/ The maidens of Erin are fair;


Title_of_Work:
A wonderful story of the witch of Lyons, in France

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A Lieutenant of a guard called Jaquette, having supped one night in a rich merchant's house


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With early horn, salute the morn,/ That gllds [sic] this charming place;


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When our ancient forefathers agreed wi' the laird,


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Happy's the love which meet return,/ When in soft flames souls equal burn;


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PEACEFUL slumb'ring on the ocean,/ Seamen fear no danger nigh;


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BETWEEN the meadow and the moss,/ There I met a bonny lass;


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TO be merry and wise is a proverb of old,/ But a maxim so good can't too often be told,


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PHOEBUS meaner themes disdaining,/ to the lyrist's call repair


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WHERE, where shall we hunt the roe-buck/ to day,/ Over the mountains and over the hills;


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MY name it is Donald M'Donald,/ I live in the Highlands sae grand;/ I've follow'd my banners, and will do,/ Wherever our Maker has land.


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BOTH sexes give ear to my fancy,/ While in praise of dear woman I sing,


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The hero may perish, his country to save.


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WHEN Jove was resolv'd to create the round earth,


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IN ancient times far i' the north,/ A hundred miles ayont the Forth,


Title_of_Work:
Young Whip Stitch, a London tailor's son


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Bid me discourse I will enchant thine ear,


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


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O! my lassie, our joys to complete again,


Title_of_Work:
Several characters or semblance of letters and lines in the hand, as they tend to signify riches, honour, long or short life, poverty, loss, number of wives or children, sickness, untimely death, and many other tnings [sic] according to the art of palmist

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THERE are in this case divers Lettters & Lines appearing in the hand by which the wise of all ages have given judgement, in the foregoing premises.


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O WAT ye wha's in yon town,/ Ye see the e'ening sun upon?/ The fairest maid's in yon town,/ The e'ening sun e'er shone upon.


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IN this life there is joy, in this life there is care,


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'Twas in the season of the year,/ When all things gay and sweet appear;/ That Collin [sic], with the morning ray/ Arose and sung his rural lay:


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MY daddy is a canker'd carle,/ He'll no twin wi' his gear;


Title_of_Work:
Extract of a letter from Mr. Allan Logan, to the Reverend Mr Hamilton some time Minister of the Gospel in Stirling

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MY dearly beloved Brother in Jesus Christ,...


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SWEET Sue! sweet Sue! was Portsmouth's pride/ and boast,/ The sailor's theme, the landsman's toast;


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SYLVIA, Sylvia, Sylvia, one day,/ She dress'd herself in man's array,


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Then farewell my donkey Neddy,/ Scales and panniers all good bye!


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HEre's a health to the jolly wood cutter,/ Who lives at home at his ease,


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TO little or no purpose I spent many days,/ In ranging the Park, th' Exchange, and the plays;


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HOW blest has my time been? what joys have I/ known?/ Since wedlock's soft bondage made Jessey my own,


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There's a good time coming, girls-/ A good time coming;


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YOUNG Donald is the blithest 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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And did you ne'er hear of a jolly young waterman,/ Who at Blackfriars Bridge used for to ply?


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To the traveller benighted and lone on the wild,/ O sweet is the prospect of shelter and rest;


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All that's bright must fade,/ The brightest still the fleetest,


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Then farewell my donkey Neddy,/ Scales and panniers all good bye;


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Shades of evening! close not o'er us!/ Leave our lonely bark awhile!


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GIN a body meet a body comin' thro' the rye,/ Gin a body kiss a body, need a body cry?


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I'VE been upon the moonlit deep,/ When the wind had dies away,


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The warrior bow'd his crested head,/ And tamed his heart of fire,


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I. The game of forfeits is one in which the whole company takes a part.


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Cease your funning, force or cunning/ Never shall my heart trepan;


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MY Mary dear, that parting tear,/ Which softly dims thy tell-tale e'e,


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COME let us begin, for the clock has struck ten,/ Leave fooling, and take off your glass-


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YOU are old, Father Dennis, the young man said,/ your locks that are left, are quite grey;


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He comes from the wars, from the red field of fight


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Horatio Nelson was the fourth son of Edward Nelson, Rector of Burnham Thorpe, in the county of Norfolk, and was born the 29th of September, 1758.


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Never was a man so bandied by Fame,/ Thro' air thro' ocean and thro' land,


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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:


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,...


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Under the Caliphat of Watik-billah, grandson of Haroun Arreschid, there dwelt at Damascus * an old man called Behemrillah,...


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O! Flattering Delany,/ Will no blushes shame thee,


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Auld Eddie Ochiltree,/ Auld Eddie Ochiltree,/ He's come a-courting me,/ Auld Eddie Ochiltree,


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IN a post office bred,/ What a life sure I led,


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Donald Caird's come again;/ Donald Caird's come again;/ Tell the news in brugh [sic] and glen,/ Donald Caird's come again.


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


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FAINT and wearily, the way worn traveller/ Plods uncheerily, afraid to stop;


Title_of_Work:
Extract of a letter from a gentleman in the country to his friend in London

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MY bad state of health rendered it expedient for me to take a long journey,...


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THE silent night her sable wore,/ and gloomy were the skies./ Of glitt'ring stars appear'd no more/ than those in Nelly's eyes;


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When January's winds were blawing cauld/ As to the north I bent my way,


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THE Lawland lads thinks they are fine,/ But O they're vain an' idle gaudy!


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THE spearman heard the bugle sound,/ And cheerly smiled the morn,


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Encompass'd in an angel's frame,/ An angel's virtues lay,


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I hae wander'd mony a night in June,/ Along the banks of Clyde,


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There's an isle, clasped by waves in an emerald zone,


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THE morn was fair - the skies were clear -/ No breath came o'er the sea


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I LOOKED upon his brow-no sign/ Of guilt or fear were there,/ He stood as proud by that death-shrine


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Any person wishing his or her fortune to be told,

Work_Notes:
3-pages on fortune-telling including a 'number square'


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OVER the sunny hills I stray,/ Tuning many a rustic lay,


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THE modes of the court are so common grown/ That a true friend can hardly be met;


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THERE was a jolly beggar, and a-begging he was boun'/ And he took up his quarters into a land'art toun.


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The Sun had kissed green Erin's waves,/ The dark blue mountains towered between,


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THE sun had kissed green Erin's waves,/ The dark blue mountains towered between,


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My lute it has but one sweet song,/ And that is love, dear love,


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THE Sun had kissed green Erin's waves,/ The dark blue mountains towered between,


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'Tis hinna ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean?/ And hinna ye heard man o' Barrochan Jean?


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Och hey! Johhnie lad,/ Ye're no sae kind's ye should ha'e been,


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THE midges dance aboon the burn/ The dew begins to fa'


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What equals on earth the delight of the huntsman/ For whom does life's cup more enchantingly flow?


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THE sea! the sea! Oh me! oh me!/ The pail - be quick! I quail - I'm sick -


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Dorothy sits in the cauld ingle neuk,/ Her red rosy neb's like a labster tae;


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DOROTHY sits i' the cauld ingle neuk,/ Her red rosy neb's like a labster tae;


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Leeze me on my soldier love,/ Bonnie laddie, soldier laddie!


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PART I./ The following relation is taken from his own mouth verbatim./ John Cheap,  the chapman, was a comical, short, thick fellow, with a broad face and a long nose; ...


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THERE grows a bonnie brier bush in our kailyard,/ And white are the blossoms o't in our kailyard;


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I've come across the sea,/ I've braved every danger,


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DAME Durden kept five serving girls,/ To carry the milking pail;/ She also kept five labouring men,/ To use the spade and flail.


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MY Mary is a bonnie lassie,/ Sweet as dewy morn,


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Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade/ Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;


Title_of_Work:
History of the Kings & Queens of England

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James First of England, and Sixth of Scotland, son of Mary, Queen of Scots, and Henry Stuart, Earl of Darnley, was the first English king of the Stuart race.


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O weep not, sweet maid, nor let sorrow oppress/ thee;


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With an honest old friend, and a merry old song,/ And a flask of old port, let me sit the night long,


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I KNEW by the smoke that so greasefully curl'd/ From a kitchen below that a cook-shop was near,


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THE breeze of the night fans the dark mountain's/ breast,/ And the light bounding deer have all sunk to their/ rest;


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George Barnwell was apprenticed to his uncle, a merchant of the city of London, ...


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WHAT'S a' the steer kimmer?/ What's a' the steer?


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Strike up, strike up, strike up, Scottish minstrels so gay!/ Tell of Wallace, that brave warlike man:


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With helmet on his brow, and sabre on his thigh,/ The soldier mounts his gallant steed, to conquer or to die,


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


Title_of_Work:
The Laird of Logan's description of a New Year's Day at Logan House

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On Logan resuming his seat at the dinner table, the company began, open-mouthed, to rate him for the liberty he had taken:


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SHE's sportive as the Zephyr that sips of every sweet;/ She's fairer than the fairest lily in nature's soft retreat;


Title_of_Work:
Remarkable family adventure of Saunders Watson

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In a remote country parish in the south of Scotland, the above worthy personage was born, bred, and married, ...


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The winds whistle cold and the stars glimmer red,/ The flocks are in fold and the cattle in shed.


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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 guid luck to our cause,/ May never guid luck be their fa',


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I hae wander'd mony a night in June,/ Alang the banks o' Clyde,/ Beneath a bright and bonny moon,/ Wi' Mary at my side.


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MY father wad ha'e me to marry the miller,/ My mither wad ha'e me to marry the laird,


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The moon on the ocean was dimmed by a ripple,/ Affording a chequered light,


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OH, gin I were a baron's heir,/ And could I braid wi' gems yer hair,


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The narrator had in his youth gone mate of a slave-vessel from Liverpool, of which town he seemed to be a native.


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Now hope, now fear, my bosom rending,/ Alternate bid each other cease;


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OH hey! Johnnie lad,/ Ye'er no sae kind's ye should hae been,


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Faintly as tolls the evening chime,/ Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time,


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Though war no more with ruthless hand/ Spreads gloom and terror round,


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Faintly as tolls the evening chime,/ Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time


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OH! whar was ye sae late yestreen?/ My bonnie Jeanie Gray;


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Ah! say not ye rulers, ye tyrants of Greece,/ Ah! say not that freedom defend our green shore,


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The murder of M. de Savary, which occured in 1720, occasioned considerable noise at Paris.


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OH! bright yon beaming queen of night/ Shines in yon flowery vale,


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BY Logans streams that rin sae deep:/ Fu' aft wi' glee I've herded sheep,


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THERE lives a young lassie, far doon in yon glen,/ And I lo'e that lassie, as nae ane may ken!


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COMIN' thro' the craigs o' Kyle,/ Amang the bonnie blooming heather;


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Tell me, my heart, why morning prime/ Looks like the fading eve?


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OH! saw ye the lass wi' the bonnie blue een?/ Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen;


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She never blamed him, never,/ But received him, when he came,


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GIN I had a wee house, an' a canty wee fire,/ An' a bonnie wee Wifie to praise an' admire,/ Wi' a bonnie wee yardie aside a wee burn,/ Fareweel to the bodies that yaumer an' mourn.


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HEY, bonnie lassie, blink over the burn,/ And gin your sheep wander, I'll gie them a turn;


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I HAE wander'd mony a night in June,/ Along the banks of Clyde,


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COME all ye jolly shepherds that whistle through the glen,/ I'll tell ye of a secret that courtiers dinna ken:


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HURRA for the Highlands, the stern Scottish Highlands,/ The home of the clansman, the brave, and the free;


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THIS lone heart is thine, lassie, charming and fair,/ This fond heart is thine, lassie dear;


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'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone,/ All her lovely companions are faded and gone;


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A Cobler there was, and he lived in a stall,/ Which served for parlour, for kitchen/ and hall;


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The midges dance aboon the burn,/ The dew begins to fa'


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THE midges dance aboon the burn,/ The dew begins to fa',


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When Rosie was faithful, how happy was I,/ Still gladsome as Summer the time glided by,


Title_of_Work:
The farewell to the brethren of St James' Lodge, Tarbolton


Title_of_Work:
Watty and Meg; or, The wife reformed. A tale

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Keen the frosty winds war blawin',/ deep the sna' had wreath'd the ploughs,


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1. MR ALEXANDER PEDEN was born in the parish of Sorn, in the Sheriffdom of Ayr.


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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O TELL nae me of wind and rain,/ Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain,


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Lassie wi' the lint-white locks,/ Bonny lassie, artless lassie,


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Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,/ The auld castle turrets are covered wi' snaw;


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Keen blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,/ The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw-


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KEEN blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,/ The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw;


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Fairfa' the lasses, O!/ Fairfa' the lasses, O!/ And dool and care still be his share,


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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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O this is no my ain lassie/ fair tho' the lassie be,


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O THIS is no my ain lassie,/ Fair tho' the lassie be;


Work_Notes:
3 pages of verse prophecy (24 verses) and 4 pages of prose narrative


Title_of_Work:
The comical and witty jokes of John Falkirk the merry piper

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AN old gentleman and his two sons, being in a company,...


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A Certain clown, named Roger, loved the chimney-corner so much better than a church-pew,...


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I Believe the Pope of Rome, to be the right heir and true successor of Father Peter the Apostle;


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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,


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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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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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Louden's bonny woods and braes,/ I maun lea'e them a', lassie,


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LOUDEN's bonny woods and braes,/ I maun leave them a' lassie?


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PART I./ 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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50 4-line verses in two parts (16 and 34 verses)


Title_of_Work:
The butcher's frolic, or The affrighted taylor

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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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SLOW broke the light and sweet breath'd the/ mo e [sic],


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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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ASSIST me ye lads, who have hearts void of guile,/ To sing in the praises of old Ireland's isle,


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AN old woman clothed in grey,/ had a daughter was charming & young,


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ALL lovers, I pray lend an ear to my story,/ Take an example by this constant pair,/ For love this young virgin, did blast in her glory,


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LOVE's a gentle gen'rous passion,/ Source of all sublime delight;


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WHAT'S this dull town to me?/ Robin's not near.


Title_of_Work:
Elegy on Maggy Johnston, who died anno 1711.

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


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The Kent, Captain Henry Cobb, a fine new ship of 1350 tons, bound to Bengal and China, left 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,


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The bonniest lad that e'er I saw,/ Bonny laddie, Highland laddie,/ Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw,/ Bonny Highland laddie.


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When merry hearts we're gay,/ Careless of ought but play,/ Poor Flora slipt away,/ Sadd'ning to Mora.


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O wha's at my chamber door?/ 'Fair widow, are ye wauking?'


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O I hae lost my silken snood,/ That tied my hair so yellow,


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Money maks us bonny,/ Money maks us glad;


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HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte,/ Had I the wyte she bade me?/ She watch'd me by the hiegate side,/ And up the loan she show'd me.


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I DOUBT not but the title of this book will/ amuse some of my reading friends a little at/ first,...


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A plague on these musty old lubbers/ Who tell us to fast and to think,


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Here's to the year that's awa'/ We'll drink it strong and in sma';


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On a bank of flowers in a summer's day,/ Inviting and undress'd


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


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THE toothache is rendered more distressing, if not more acute, by there being no commiseration for the wretchedness it occasions. The belief in this, and a keen recollection of bodily and mental sufferings, have produced the following little narrative:-

Work_Notes:
5.5-page prose narrative, preceded by 6-line verse by Burns beginning: 'When fevers burn, and agues feeze us,'


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THE lasses of Scotland are bonnie and free,/ The maidens of Erin are fair;

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses with 4-line chorus. First line of chorus varies.


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IF beauty doth love to the bosom convey,/ I surely that passion must share;


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'Tis wither'd - all our fondest hopes/ On that fair rose depended;

Work_Notes:
5 8-line verses. Following title: 'To the memory of the Prioncess Charlotte'


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WHEN young and thoughtless Laura said,/ No one shall win my heart;


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THERE is a joy surpassing all/ The world can give of bliss;


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COME, each jolly fellow,/ That loves to be mellow,


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THREE times the carlin grain'd and rifted/ The frae the cod her pow she lifted,


Title_of_Work:
Bessie's lamentation for the loss of her lover

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BY the side o' yon river as Bessie sat sighin',/ Lamenting her Jamie frae her far awa';


Title_of_Work:
The drunken husband; or, the scolding wife

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YOU piping pot, you drunken sot,/ Whilst I take care and pains,


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I Am a poor black 'tis true,/ Love has invaded me,


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GEORGE SIGHBUS I do wonder,/ That you should be so silly,


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IING [sic] the mai[ ]d of Lodi,/ who sweetly sung to me,/ Whose brows were never cloudy,/ nor e'er distort with glee


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When war had broke in on the peace of auld men,


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As those who write in rhyme, still make/ The one verse for the other's sake;


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Introduction./ Upon a time liv'd Goody Grim,/ The great grandchild of Father Him;

Work_Notes:
22 pages of verse. Introduction, Tales I-V, Moral


Title_of_Work:
An exhortation at a communion to a Scots congregation in London

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It is Christ's Will that his Bairns get their Fill, and that they grow.


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You tender parents, that are both far and near,/ And all you that have children dear;

Work_Notes:
46 4-line verses. Part 1 has quotation from Proverbs XXX, 17 preceding text.


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Most gracious God, what shall we render unto thee for thy many and great mercies bestowed on us:


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Ae day, auld Clootie, shook his fetters,/ An' swoor by Jing, that as' his debtors


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As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping / With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine / When she saw me she stumbl'd the pitcher it tumbled / And all the sweet butter milk water'd the plain.


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All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd / The streamers waving with the wind /When black-eyed Susan came on board, / O! where shall I my true love find.


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Merrily, merrily bounds the bark / She bounds before the gale, / The mountain breeze from Burnadarch, / Is joyous in her sail.


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The sea was rough, the clouds were dark / Far distant every joy, / When forced by fortune to embark / I went a cabin boy.


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Gin I had a wee house, an' a canty wee fire / An' a bonnie wee wifie to praise an' admire / Wi' a bonnie wee yardie aside a wee burn, / Fareweel to the bodies that yaumer and mourn.


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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.


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Part I./ There was a blind beggar that had lost his sight,/ He had a fair daughter both pleasant and bright,

Work_Notes:
64 4-line verses, in 2 parts, including 2 songs at end.


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During the second bombardment of Algiers ...


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A parrot perched upon a pole at a cottage door, basking itself in the sun, was observed by a rapacious hawk ...


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Mr Ogilvie, minister of the parish of Lunan, in the county of Forfar, had a great deal of eccentricity ...


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Henry the second was crowned king of England in the year 1154; he was an amorous man, though a great warrior ...


Work_Notes:
18.5-page prose narrative.
Paragraph 1, sentence 5: It was here that Robin got intimate with Little John, for whom his uncle had sent for to divert them with his droll tricks; but the company was astonished, when Robin got up and played all the tricks after him, and in a better style.


Work_Notes:
18.5-page prose narrative.
Paragraph 1, sentence 5: It was here that Robin got intimate with Little John, for whom his uncle had sent for to divert them with his droll tricks; out [sic] the company was astonished, when Robin got up and played all the tricks after him, and in a better style.


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Of a' the airts the win' can blaw,/ I dearly like the west;


Title_of_Work:
A true relation of the death of Sir Andrew Barton, a pirate and rover

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When Flora with her fragrant flowers./ Bedeck'd the earth so trim and gay,


Title_of_Work:
New fashions or, a puff at the guinea pigs

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Good people all attend to me,/ I'll sing a merry tale, sir,


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IT fell upon the Lamass-tide,/ when the leaves were fresh and green,/ Lizie Bailie's to Gartartan gone,/ to see her sister Jean.


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O I had a cousin call'd Arthur M'Bride,/ And we were a walking down by the sea side,


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When in death I shall calm recline,/ Oh! bear my heart to my mistress dear,


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Fair fa' the lasses, O!/ Fair fa' the lasses, O!/ And dool and care still be his share,

Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses and chorus. Chorus printed as first verse; variant after last verse.
Tune: Green grow the rushes, O!


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I'll tell you how I serv'd a lad,/ Who paid his court to me;


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See the ship in the bay is riding,/ dearest Helen, I go from thee;


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It is of an honest butcher, that lived in Leeds town,/ He was a clever youth, and his name it was Jack Brown,


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Let them boast of the country that gave Patrick his fame,/ Of the land of the ocean, and Anglian name,

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses.
Tune: Sprig of shillelah.


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Ianthe the lovely, the joy of her swain,/ By Iphis was lov'd, and lov'd Iphis again;/ She lived in the youth, and the youth in the fair:


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Her nainsel into Glasgow went,/ an earen there to see't,


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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;/ chanc'dto [sic] meet a pretty maid,


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WILL you go to the ewe-bughts Marion,/ And wear in the sheep wi' me?


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My friends appear both far and near,/ the truth ill [sic] surely tell you

Work_Notes:
24 4-line verses. 1-line refrain at end of first verse.


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Gloomy winter's now awa,/ Saft the westlin breezes blaw:/ 'Mang the birks o' stanly shaw,/ The mavis sings fu cheery O;


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Now ponder well ye parents dear,/ the words which I shall write,/ A dismal story you shall hear,/ brought forth in time to light.


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Alone as I was walking,/ 'twas on a summer's day


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Draw near, good people, and I'll acquaint you,/ how roguery doth overspread the land;


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O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray/ they were twa bonny lasses;

Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses, preceded by 1 prose paragraph: History of the ballad.


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Scotsmen! from your heath-clad mountains,/ Arm, descend, and save your land;


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What tho' on hamely fare we dine,/ Wear hodden grey, and a' that;


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On the fourteenth day of April,/ As you might hear them say,


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Where is the nymph whose azure eye/ Can shine through rapture's teat?


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JOHNNY BLUSTER dwalt on Clyde,/ The place they ca'd it Tradbletony;/ Johnny was a joiner gude,/ Nane could weild a plane like Johnny.


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Gaed a waefu' gate yestreen,/ A gate I fear I'll dearly rue,


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In Brechin did a webster dwell,/ who was a man of fame;


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My sheep I neglected,/ and lost my sheep-hock,


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Ye gents give ear to me, I pray,/ I am a barking barber,


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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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Forlorn amang the Highland hills,/ 'Midst nature's wildest grandeur,


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The heath cock craw'd o'er muir and dale;/ Red raise the sun o'er distant vale;


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SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled;/ Scots, wham Bruce has often led,


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BLITHE, blithe aroun' the nappy,/ Let us join in social glee;


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My Highland home, where tempests blow,/ and cold thy wintry looks,


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From thee, Eliza, I must go,/ and from my native shore;


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Fy let us a' to the bridal,/ For there will be lilting there;/ For Jock's to be married to Maggie,/ The lass wi' the gowden hair.


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Rail no more, ye learned asses,/ 'Gainst the joys the bowl supplies;


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The auld man's mare's dead;/ The poor body's mare's dead;


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Gin I had a wee house and a canty wee fire,/ A bonny wee wifie to praise and admire,/ A bonny wee yardie, aside a wee burn,/ Fareweel to the bodies that yammer and mourn.


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Some say kissing's a sin,/ But I say that winna stand;


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Hark away 'tis the merry ton'd horn,/ Calls the hunters all up with the morn,


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Oh! The boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades,/ And if ever they meet with the nice little maids


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As you mean to set sail for the land of delight,/ And in wedlock's soft hammocks to swing every night;


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The plowman he's a bonny lad,/ His mind is ever true,


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This very morning, handy,/ My malady was such,


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Once I loved a lady fair,/ She was a beauty, I declare;


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I wish I were where Gadie rins,/ 'Mang fragrant heath and yellow whins,

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses and chorus. First verse and chorus set to music.


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A monument dazzles in brass at Auld Deer,/ In the chapel where surplice and altar appear,


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Would you banish care and gloom/ Frae your ain fireside,


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Again on the mountains, tho' speckled wi' snaw,/ Mid the whir o' the pertrick an ptarmigan's craw;


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There dwalls a man in our toun,/ In our toun, in our toun,


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It's braw to view the simmer fields,/ In gowan'd robes o' green,


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The castle of the Prince of Tolfi was built on the summit of the towering 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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An odd whim once possessed a country 'squire, that he would not hire any servant whatever, until ten pounds should be deposited between the master and the servant; ...


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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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There was an old dyster that had a young wife./ These two lived together a quarrelsome life.


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As I was walking on a summers morning,/ I met my darling by a shadey grove,


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Once I loved a damsel was beautiful and fair/ My heart she was entangled, and drew me in a snare,


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IN noisey harbour called sweet Hill town,/ On mountains clear fountains they did me surround,


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Lang time we've waited for our king,/ That we might caper, rant and fling,

Work_Notes:
1 4-line and 6 8-line verses with 4-line chorus.


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Gloomy winter's now awa',/ Saft the westlin breezes blaw,/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanly shaw/ The mavis sings sae cheery O:


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Farewel to Ayrshire's gilded streams,/ Whar a' the sweets of nature beams,


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How pleasant a sailor's life passes,/ who rolls o'er the wat'ry main!


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Of all the callings and the trades,/ Which in our land abound,


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I am a poor workman, as rich as a Jew:/ A strange sort of tale! but however 'tis true:


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FIRST when my laddie and I did meet,/ He treated me with kisses so +sweet:/ It was low down in the meadows so green,/ I oxter'd my laddie where we were not seen


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Where are thepoets, are they all dead?/ Or is the muse from Falkirk fled?


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It was a maid of low degree/ sat on her true love's grave,


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Betty gaed to Watty's weddin',/ wow but she was wondrous brave!


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Hard by a clear fountain, in the sweet month of May,/ In search of my true love I happen'd to stray;


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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 pleasant, I hear people say:


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That girl who fain would chuse a mate,/ shou'd ne'er in fondness fail her;/ May thank her lucky stars, if fate/ shou'd splice her to a sailor:


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As I was travelling th' country up and down,/ At length I arrived at a little market town


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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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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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Farewell to the pleasures of wooing,/ the bank and the lilly so gay/ Till once my poor heart was deluded,/ and by a false man stole away.


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What beauties does Flora disclose?/ How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed?/ Yet Mary's still sweeter than those;


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Twelve months are past, since on this strand,/ In sad distress we parted,/ And as the boat forsook the land,/ the oar in my hand deserted,


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When first the child is teemed in the womb,/ He silent is like Lazarus in his tomb,/ All plants seem dead in winter's time you know


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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 past ages was never in print,/ No doubt but this story will give you content.

Work_Notes:
57 4-line verses in 4 parts (of 11, 14, 13 and 19 verses respectively).


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Great news I have to tell you all,/ of Bonaparte and a' that;


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When our valiant ancestors did land in this isle/ Brave Fergus commanded, & vict'ry did smile;/ With their broad-swords in hand/ they well cleared the soil.


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When Britain first, by Heaven's command,/ Arose from out the azure main,


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'Tis a maxim I hold, while I live to pursue,/ Not a thing to defer which to-day I can do:


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Atween twa hills that tower'd up to the clouds,/ Clad o'er with heather, bent, and wuds;


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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 guid luck to our cause,/ May never guid luck be their fa',


Title_of_Work:
Cumhadh do Ghileaspaig Caimbeul, Iarl' Earraghaidheal ...

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Tha sgeul agam dhuibh re innse,/ 'S cha chuis ghaire,


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Cha b e tinneas an fheachda,/ San mhadain so bhuaìl mi,


Title_of_Work:
Oran do dh' Eoin breac Mac Leoid na Hearadh, le Ruaridh Mac Mhuirich

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Miad a mbulaid tha 'm thaghal,/ Oh' fhàg treothaid am chliamh gu goirt,


Title_of_Work:
Oran gaisgidh seilge do Bhailli Bharra le fear Bhattarsa

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Chaidh mi leat do n eilein f hiadhach,/ Mu chaidh bu bheag ar miosta,

Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses and chorus (Luinneag), printed at beginning, with variant form at end. In Gaelic.


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Gam beannuiche Dia long chlann Raonuill,/ A cheud à do chaidh air saile,


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Smi m shuidhe air an uilin,/ A' tuireadh 's a' caoineadh,

Work_Notes:
6 8-line and 1 6-line verses. In Gaelic.


Title_of_Work:
An duanag, ullamh le Bard mhic Illeain do chailein Iarla Earraghaidheal

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Trialfai mi leam dhuanaig ullamh,/ Gu Riogh Ghaidheal,


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Gum beaunuiche Dia air claidhmhean,/ 'S air lannan spainreach geur-ghlas,


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Now, well-a-day! the sailor said,/ Some danger must impend;


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The young maid's lament for her drowned lover

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'Twas when the seas were roaring/ with hollow blasts of wind,


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Free from the bustle of care and strife,/ Of this short variagated life,


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Young Colin to our cottage came,/ and vow'd how much he lov'd;


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Come all my brave fellows, and listen a while,/ I'll tell you the way that they did us beguile;


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Farewel to Coalsnaughton, and old comrade adieu,/ Altho' I am sorry for parting with you;


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Come all you prisoners in this jail,/ rejoice both late and airly,

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses and 4-line chorus.
Air: Watty Graham.


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ome all you married women, of prudent modesty,/ Hear my declaration, and take warning by me,


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As down in Sally's gardens, where me and my true love did meet,/ As down in Sally's gardens, where I enjoyed her kisses sweet,


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Rise up, rise up Lord Douglas, she says/ and draw to your arms so bright,


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It was in the pleasant month of May, when May was all in bloom,/ I stept into the flowery field to take the sweet perfume


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ONE summer morning all nature look'd gay,/ I saw my dearest Jamie at tedding the hay,


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Come all you people of Britain I pray you attend,/ unto these few verses which I have penn'd,


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WHEN I was ag'd about fifteen,/ my beauty then was blooming,/ About that time I little thought,/ at eighteen to be mourning;


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Death/ Fair lady lay your costly robes aside,/ No longer may you glory in your pride,


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O now the cold Winter comes on,/ and fortune runs hard by my side,/ For to work at my trade I've got none,/ and the best of my friends I have try'd.


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O that I had ne'er been married,/ I wad never had nae care;


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Dear Colin prevent my warm blushes,/ for how can I speak without pain,/ My eyes have oft told you my wishes


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Good madam, when ladies are willing,/ a man must needs look like a fool,/ For me I would not give a shilling,/ for one that does love without rule.


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A rose tree full in bearing,/ Had sweet flowers fair to see,


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Britons, to arms, yourselves prepare;/ Honour and glory calls for war,


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O! hae seen the roses blaw,/ The heather bloom, the broom an' a',


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He was fam'd for deeds of arms,/ She, a maid of envied charms,


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Cauld was the night - bleak blew the whistling wind,/ And frae the red nose fell the drizzlin' drap,


Title_of_Work:
The history and adventures of Three Finger'd Jack

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This daring marauder, whose real name was Manfong, was a native of Africa, was of a bold and martial appearance, possessing a keen and penetrating eye.


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UPON the third day of February 1722, at seven o'clock in the evening, after 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,

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative, including passages of dialogue.


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A clergyman, who lived in the Massachusetts, and had entertained an opinion ...


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Part I./ MR GEORGE BUCHANAN was a Scotsman born, and tho' of mean parentage, made great progress in learning:


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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 fact after she was delivered of me in Newgate: from whence I was taken by some gypsies whom I remember, and left ...


Title_of_Work:
The gudeman of Ballangeich. A royal tale

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In days of auld, when we had kings/ And nobles bauld, and other things,

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Poem in 2 parts. Verses of varying length.


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Ye batchelors who loo'e a chappin,/ And marry'd men that stand by pap-in;


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Attened, ye sons of maut, draw near,/ And, frae your e'en, distil a tear;


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By Callum's hill I walk alone,/ And think on Willie far frae hame,


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Roasting./ Observations on roasting./ When you roast any kind of meat, put a little salt and water into the dripping pan,


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God prosper long our noble King,/ Our lives and safeties all,/ A woful hunting once their did,/ In Chevy-Chace befal.


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In Bath a wanton wife did dwell,/ as Chaucer he doth write;


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You dainty dames so finely fram'd,/ of beauty's chiefest mould,


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See saw, a penny a day,/ Tommy shall have a new master;


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Two sticks and an apple, Ring the bells at White-chapel;


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London bridge/ Is broken down/ Dance over my Lady Lee;


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Little Tom Thumb,/ With his little pipe and drum,


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We will go to the wood,/ Says Robin to Bobbin;

Work_Notes:
1 8-line verse, 6 4-line verses with refrain..


Title_of_Work:
An elegy on the death and burial of Cock-Robin

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Who kill'd Cock Robin?/ I, says the Sparrow,/ With my bow and arrow,/ I kill'd Cock Robin.

Work_Notes:
12 4-line verses, each above a captioned illustration.


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The trial and execution of the sparrow, for the murder of Cock Robin

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They laid Cock Robin in his grave,/ And after that they sung a stave:


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Let dogs delight to bark and bite,/ For God hath made them so;


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ONCE upon a time there lived in a certain village, a little country girl, the prettiest creature ever was seen.

Work_Notes:
4 page prose narrative, with 22-line verse 'Moral' at end.


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THERE was a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate, embroidered furniture, and coaches gilded all over with gold.

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8 page prose narrative, with 8-line verse 'Moral' at end.


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THERE was once upon a time, a widow who had two daughters.

Work_Notes:
4 page prose narrative, with 4-line verse 'Moral' at end.


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THERE was a Gentleman who married for his second wife, the proudest and most haughty woman ever seen.


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THERE was, once upon a time, a Queen, who was brought to bed of a son so hideously ugly. that it was long disputed whether he had a human form.


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The renowned history of Goody Two-Shoes and her brother Tommy

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All the world must have heard of Goody Two-Shoes:


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In the remarkable history of Miss Margery Two-Shoes, it has already been related how many tears were shed by Tommy and his siste, …


Title_of_Work:
The Merry Andrew; or the humours of a fair

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Halloo Boys! Halloo Boys! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! …


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It is impossible to enumerate all the advantages which are derived from education or learning. …


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It is of little consequence what your calling is, …


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It would be thought a hard government that should tax its people one-tenth part of their time to be employed …


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Select sentences for the conduct of life

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Disdain not who is below you in the gifts of fortune …


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So, pretty Miss Prudence, you're come to the Fair,/ And a very good girl they tell me you are,


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So, pert Mistress Prate apace, how came you here?/ There is nobody wants to see you at the Fair.


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A certain king had three sons; but, being mistrustful that they had formed a design to deprive him of his crown …


Title_of_Work:
The story of Princess Frutilla, as related by herself

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My father was king of six kingdoms. A little while before I was born …


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There was once a queen, who had but one daughter left alive, and indulged her in all her wishes.


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The queen of the country of Deserts, having lost the king her husband …


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Once upon a time, there lived a king who had three beautiful daughters …


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Elmedorus, the knight of the Flaming Sword, was the son of the king of Granada and his queen Ermendina.


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O! London is a dainty place,/ A great and gallant city;


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Old clothes to sell; any hats, shoes, or old clothes

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But ah! Beware, ye men and maids, his bargains you'll repent;


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Whilst many pamper'd children sleep/ On beds of softest down,


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Of her approach to let them know,/ She shouts aloud with, Milk below.


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With muffins, crumpets, Yorkshire cakes,/ All piping hot and nicely made,


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This noisy woman, round the town,/ In basket or in barrow,


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Come all ye young boys and girls, he cries,/ Who are chill'd by the frosty air,


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Three pounds fot twopence, Harry cries,/ Through ev'ry street and lane;


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This man, who daily struts about,/ With pole and rabbits as you see,


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All little folks will lend an ear,/ When this woman's voice they hear;


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In winter time, when dirty shoes/ Are apt to daub the floor,


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Turnips, radishes, and rare green hastings!

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These radishes, so fair and round,/ And turnips, better you ne'er found;


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Any knives, scissors, or razors, to grind

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From Sir John's clerk to his butler,/ Bring your blunt knives to the cutler,


Title_of_Work:
A description of Nurse Dandlem and her little school

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Nurse Dandlem, as we have before observed, was a great friend to all good children.


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The history of Wake Wilful: shewing that obstinate people never want woe

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Wake Wilful, son to Ralph Wilful, a wealthy miller in Yorkshire, was a very naughty boy …


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In a certain village, there lived a respectable tradesman, who had only one son …


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In the same village with Harry, there lived a boy as remarkable for bad qualities as the other was for doing good: …


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A good boy and a good girl, if in health, get up early in the morning17/02/2014 …


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How glorious is our heav'nly King/ who reigns above the sky!


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How glorious is our heavenly King,/ Who reigns above the sky!


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What blest examples do I find/ writ in the word of truth,


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I sing th' almighty power of God/ That made the mountains rise,


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I sing the Almighty pow'r of God/ that made the mountains rise;


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Blest be the wisdom and the power, /The justice and the grace,


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Great God, with wonder and with praise,/ on all thy works I look;


Title_of_Work:
Praise for mercies spiritual and temporal

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Whene'er I take my walk abroad,/ How many poor I see,


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Almighty God thy piercing eye/ strikes through the shades of night,


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Praise for birth and education in a Christian land

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Great God, to thee my voice I raise,/ To thee my youngest years belong,


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The praises of my tongue/ I offer to the Lord


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Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace,/ And not to chance as others do,


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Why should I say 'tis yet too soon/ To seek for heav'n or think of death?


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Great God, with wonder and with praise/ On all thy works I look;


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Whene'er I take my walks abroad,/ how many poor I see,


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The Praises of my tongue/ I offer to the Lord,


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Why should I join with those in play,/ in whom I've no delight?


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Almighty God, thy piercing eye/ Strikes through the shades of night,


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O 'Tis a lovely thing for youth/ to walk betimes in wisdom's way;


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There is a God that reigns above,/ Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas,


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How doth the little busy bee,/ improve each shining hour,


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There is beyond the sky/ a heaven of joy and love,


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Angels that high in glory dwell,/ adore thy name almighty God!


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Happy the child, whose tender years/ Receive instructions well;


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Why should I say, " 'Tis yet too soon/ To seek for heaven, or think of death?"


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There is beyond the sky/ a heaven of joy and love;


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What bless'd examples do I find/ Writ in the word of truth,


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O 'tis a lovely thing for youth/ to walk betimes in wisdom's way,


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Why should I love my sport so well,/ so constant at my play?


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My God who makes the sun to know/ his proper hour to rise,


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Whatever brawls disturb the street,/ There should be peace at home,


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And now another day is gone,/ I'll sing my Maker's praise;


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Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,/ And not speak ill of men;


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This is the day when Christ arose/ so early from the dead;


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Angels that high in glory dwell,/ Adore thy name, Almighty God!


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Lord, how delightful 'tis to see,/ A whole assembly worship thee!


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Let children that would fear the Lord,/ hear what their teachers say;


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Why should I join with those in play/ In whom I've no delight,


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Be you to others kind and true,/ As you'd have others be to you;


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Why should our garments, made to hide/ Our parents' shame, provoke our pride?


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Let children, that would fear the Lord,/ Hear what their teachers say,


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Why should I love my sport so well,/ So constant at my play,


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My God, who makes the sun to know/ his proper hour to rise;


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Lord, how delightful 'tis to see/ A whole assembly worship thee;


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Tho' it be cold I wear no clothes,/ The frost and snow I never fear;


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What I beheld in glory bright/ Rejoiced my heart, and pleased my sight;


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When first my maker/ Form'd me to his mind,


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My habitation's in a wood, And I'm at any one's command;


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I've the name of a man,/ Yet I'm small as mouse;


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When mortals are involved in ills,/ I sing with mournful voice;


Title_of_Work:
Gammer Gurton's Advice to all good children

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My dutiful children, do as you're bid,/ And you'll be applauded and never be chid.


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Cock-a-Doodle-Do,/ My dame has lost her Shoe,


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Old Father Grey-beard,/ Tho' now stiff and old,


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Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride,/ And he shall have pussy cat tied to one side,


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There was a little boy went into a field,/ And lay down on some hay,


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There was a man, and he had nought,/ And robbers came to rob him;


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Jacky, come give me my fiddle,/ If ever thou mean to thrive.


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Little boys come out to play,/ The moon doth shine as bright as day;


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The Cuckoo's a bonny bird,/ She sings as she flies,


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Baa baa, black sheep, have you any wool?/ Yes, Mary, have I, three bags full,


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Goosey, goosey gander,/ Whither dost thou wander,


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The man in the wilderness asked me,/ How many strawberries grew in the sea?


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Toby Tickle doth Riddles tell,/ O'er nut-brown cakes and muggs of ale,


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Altho' we are but twenty-seven,/ We change to millions too;


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My sides are firmly lac'd about,/ Yet nothing is within:


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Without teeth it bites,/ Without tongue it sings,


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My virtue is such, that I/ Can do the thing with ease,


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A wretch there is, whose growing wealth/ But serves to make him poorer still;


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Cloth'd in yellow, red, and green,/ I prate before the King and Queen;


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I fly to many foreign parts,/ Assisted by my spreading wings;


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In Spring I look gay,/ Deck'd in comely array,


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There's not a creature moves on ground/ More harmless than myself is found;


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I am as useful to the nation,/ As some who move in higher station;


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Little Scug, the subject of what follows, was born in Epping Forest;


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Soon as the morn salutes your eyes,/ And from sweet sleep refresh'd you rise,


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Come pretty Master - pretty Miss,/ Be good and gain a book like this;


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Dear Nurse,/ Your diligence and tenderness in bringing up my children …


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Although this invention is calculated for the diversion of infants …


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Lullaby Baby Bunting,/ Your father's gone a hunting,


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Two brothers we are,/ Great burdens we bear,


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I saw a sight the other day;/ An hostler did begin the fray;


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Come here, my little boy, with speed,/ And get a waggon load to read;


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Let all young boys a warning take,/ And never the right path forsake,


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Why should I deprive my neighbour/ Of his goods against his will?


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Says the cock I was standing,/ And thinking no harm,


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In a small village near Banborough Castle, in Northumberland, lived the much respected Mr Winter.


Title_of_Work:
Virtue its own reward; or The history of Eliza Lovedale, and her brother Dicky

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Virtue, when combined with wisdow [sic], never fails to excite respect…


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As little Arthur's father came home one evening from a visit to the city, …


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In a small village, lived a little girl known by the name of Francesca …


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The young Commodore, for so we shall call our little hero, was the third brother of Francesca: …


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The history of Sweet Pea; or Philip Smiler

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To describe, gentle reader, the little person with whom I am about to make you acquainted, …


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The adventures of Henry Lily; or the Pretty Snowdrop

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In a garden belonging to the gentleman before mentioned, grew some very nice flowers, …


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In the same family with our pretty little friends, lived one more favourite child, …


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As a number of boys were diverting themselves with play, they were interrupted by a wrinkled old woman, …


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My God, who makes the sun to know/ his proper hour to rise,

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses.
This text appears in other books under title: A morning song.


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And now another day is gone,/ I'll sing my Maker's praise,

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses.
This text appears in other books under title: An evening song.


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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 o' the way,


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Fables, consisting of words of one syllable

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A crow that was dry, sought where to quench her thirst; ..,

Work_Notes:
3 prose narratives: The crow and jug, The two frogs, The fox and grapes.


Title_of_Work:
Easy lessons, consisting of words not exceeding two letters


Title_of_Work:
Lessons, consisting of words not exceeding three letters


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The Ass, though mean and much despis d [sic],/ Yet man must own this tale,


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When spring advances fresh and gay,/ And lambkins leave their dams to play,


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The vast importance of the Cow/ Is very great, all must allow;


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The generous Dog, by watchful care,/ His master's property secures;


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Supreme o'er all the feather'd ra e [sic]/ The soaring Eagle claims a place;


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So artful, so serious, he looks, and so sly,/ At the goose, when he casteth his eyes on't,


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How luscious sweet these Grapes appear,/ Teeming with generous wine!


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Exulting! With what fire and force/ He stretches o'er the plain;


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Inns are established up and down,/ For man's accommodation,


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The Raven traverses the plain,/ And feeds on food by others slain;


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Learning's the Key without whose aid, in vain/ We wisdom's sacred treasure hope to gain.


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For courage search the forest round,/ None equal to the Lion's found;


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Some ages past, when Boys were good,/ The Martin's nest as sacred stood;


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The Nightingale in dead of night/ Her wond'rous art displays;


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The Ox to various toils we train,/ To draw the plough, or tread the grain,


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The Peacock spreads his beauteousd train,/ There his attracting merit lies;


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When Isra'l was of manna tir'd,/ For Egypt's flesh pots pin'd,


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With comely shape and spotted hide,/ The Roebuck fain would charm ye,


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Altho' the Sheep but common be,/ Yet innocent and useful's he;


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The fierce fell Tiger will, they say,/ Sieze any man that's in his way;


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The Unicorn is a beast/ But very seldom seen,


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The Vulture next the eagle reigns/ The terror of tye skies and plains;


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The Watch points out the time of day,/ How hours and minutes fly away;


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See how this warlike Fish portends/ His sword against approaching foes!


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Let Youth be careful ay to shun/ Temptation's fatal snare;


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Zaccheus, so the Scripture says,/ Was short of stature in those days;


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One day, as old Gingerbread was coming from work, he saw little Giles, who was very ragged, …


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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:
10-page prose narrative.
Paragraph 1, sentence 5: It was here that Robin got intimate with Little John. The Squire was so delighted with his nephew …


Title_of_Work:
A description of Bartholomew Fair and the funny folks there

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Here's first Mr Punch/ With a hunch on his back.


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Mr Lemuel Gulliver was the third son of a gentleman in Nottinghamshire.


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As little Arthur's father came home one evening from a visit to the city, he brought his son quite a little library.


Work_Notes:
123-page index, with 2-page prose introduction.


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Green and large cucumbers, twelve a penny!

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A Penny a dozen Cucumbers,/ Taylors, hasllo! Hallo!


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In lowly beds by nature taught,/ The Strawberries are display'd;


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Buy a young Chicken fat and plump,/ Or take two for a shilling-


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Buy a fine bread-basket, or a work basket!

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For pretty misses who are found/ Their needle-work to prize


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Rabbit! a Rabbit! who will buy?/ Is all you hear from him;


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In selling Pins fof pretty maids/ This tradesman takes delight;


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Let every pretty Maid at school/ Observe this easy lesson,


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My honest friend, will you buy a Bowl,/ A Skimmer or a Platter?


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Through many a street and many a town/ The Ink-man shapes his way;


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Sweet-Briar this Girl on one side holds,/ And Flowers ion the other basket;


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Though Black your Honour is his trade,/ Be you no mockish conner;


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From Billingsgate industrious Will/ Brings Oysters for the twon;


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This man cries Muffins eve and morn,/ And you'll of them partake;


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Diddle diddle, diddle diddle, dumplings, ho!

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This woman's in industry wise,/ She lives near Butcher-Row;


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As through the fields he bends his way,/ Pure nature's work discerning;


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A name I think for this I've got;/ To give it some don't fail;


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At dawn of day, when other folks/ Lie slumbering down their senses,


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Soon up the chimney then he goes,/ And thro' the Soot does creep;


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"'Tis all hot, nice smoaking hot!"/ You'll hear his daily cry;


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In ale-house or gin-shop you may see/ This old woman with her fish;


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Coats or breeches do you want?/ Or puckles for your shoes?


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Young gentlemen attend my cry,/ And bring forth all your knives;


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A nice stron cord supports his load,/ Hung across his shoulder;


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With mutton we nice turnips eat;/ Beef and carrots never cloy;


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Of all the misses in this school,/ Who come their minds to frame a,


Title_of_Work:
Life of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ

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Now when the time appointed was come, God sent an angel …


Title_of_Work:
The discreet princess; or, the adventures of Finetta

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In the time of the first Crusade, a certain king in Europe (where his kingdom lay I know not), resolved to make war against the infidels in Palestine.


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The child's instructor; or, picture alphabet

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An An-gler is one who catch-es fish-es with a hook.


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John Gilpin at his horse's side,/ Seized fast the flowing mane.


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Holiday entertainment; or, the good child's fairing

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That all litle folks should mind their learning, is a truth which nobody will dispute; …


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I WAS born of a good family, in the city of York, where my father, who was a native of Bremen, had settled, after his having acquired a handsome estate by merchandise.


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Whatever brawls disturb the street,/ there should be peace at home;


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There is a God that reigns above,/ Lord of the heavens, and earth, and seas:


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I had a little hobby horse,/ And it was dapple grey;


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Your Shoes he'll mend with wondrous care,/ If you his stall repair.


