# Works

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HAIL! Hail thou Queen divine,/ Charlotte doth deign to shine/ On England's trade,


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NEAR Reading there lived a buxom dame,/ The wife of a cobler, Joan was her name,


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WILL  you credit a Miser, 'tis gold makes us wise,/ The bliss of his life, the joy of his eyes;/ And ask a fond Lover, where wisdom he places,


Title_of_Work:
Wallace's lament after the Battle of Falkirk

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THOU dark winding Carron once pleasing to see,/ To me thou can'st never give pleasure again,

Work_Notes:
Tune - Maids of Arrochar. 4 4-line verses


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ALL young damsels both handsome and pretty,/ Come draw near unto me, sit down and sing,/ A song of miscarriage, concerning my marriage,/ And by daily dolour my hands I do wring.


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WHEN the trees  all their beautiful verdure renew,/ and the meadows look charmingly gay,


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WHEN the trees were all bare, not a leaf to be seen,/ and the meadows their beauties had lost;


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WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,/ What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man!


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MY Mam is no more, and my Dad's in his grave,/ Little orphans are sister and I, sadly poor:


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A Certain knight from Lincolnshire,/ came up to London city,/ On purpose for to show his parts,/ good L-d how wondrous witty;


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COME ROGER, COME Nell,/ Come Simkin, come Bell,/ Each lad, with his lass, hither come,


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MY Love has fairly promised,/ that he would prove most true,/ No sooner I consented,/ but he's left me to rue.


Title_of_Work:
The grand procession on St. George's Day

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ST. George's day, the weather pleasant,/ From a Duke, down to the Peasant, Ran to see the grand procession,

Work_Notes:
10 5-line verses; references to London landmarks


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LOOSE every sail to the breeze,/ the course of my vessel improve,/ I've done with the toils of the sea,


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O Listen, listen to the voice of love,/ he calls my Daphne to the grove,


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As in this book ye may behold,/ set forth by William Lamb,/ A wealthy Merchant brave and bold,/ who did a Harlot long maintain.


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I That once was great, now full little am grown,/ a mimick of multum in Parvo;/ I am buried alive in a cloister of stone,/ some say it is what I deserve O;


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DOWN in you country lives a pretty dame,/ She's called sweet Polly always by her name,


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DOwn by yonder river I heard a fine song,/ The voice was most sweet, the theme was not/ long,


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COme all ye jolly fellows, come quickly come,/ At the sound of a trumpet & beat of a drum,


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THere once was a man, you may think it uncommon,/ But if he said true he was born of a woman:/ And though 'tis scarce credible, yet I have been told,/ He was once a mere infant, but age made him old.

Work_Notes:
9 5-line verses including final 'derry down, down…' line each verse


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A  Taylor I once was, as blythe as e'er may be,/ Until love alas! sure a devil has made me:

Work_Notes:
5 5-line verses including last 'over, over, over…' line each verse


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DOWN in Cupid's garden for pleasure I did walk,/ I heard two pretty lovers so sweetly for to talk,


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WHEN tutor'd by mother, she oftentimes said,/ There's money bid for theee, girl, hold up thy head;


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THE last time I landed on the Irish ground,/ The news that came to me from Drogheda town,/ My mistress was married full sore to my woe,/ But I lost my dear Nelly by courting too slow.


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FArewell to Old England, the white cliffs adieu!/ Can the gales be auspicious, that bears me from you?


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WITH pride we steer'd for England's coast,/ Her hills arose in misty blue;/ Six prizes of the line our boast,/ Another struck and sunk in view!


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WHEN Wit and charming beauty meet,/ To form an Excellence Divine;


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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,/ they had for their headman, were sure not to fail.


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THat I might not be plagu'd with the nonsense of/ men,/ I promised my mother again and again,


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ONE morning young Roger accosted me thus,


Work_Notes:
4 6-line verses, plus repeated last line in verse 1


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TIght lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly,/ As honest Bill Bobstay, so kind and so true:

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses plus repeated penultimate line of each verse


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THE springtime returns, & clothes the green plains,/ And Alloa shines more chearful and gay;


Title_of_Work:
The sweet barley-mow; or, ragged and true

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I Will sing you a song of myself,/ and so give the Devil his due,/ I never shall be hanged for wealth,/ and as for my clothes they're but few.


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YE beaux and ye belles of the city,/ that strive for to ogle the taste,/ Give ear to a comical ditty,/ in which Lady Fashion is plac'd.


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LATELY with a young man,/ I fell deeply in love,/ The worst of all young men,/ he did unto me prove;


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TO hug yourself in perfect ease,/ What would you wish for more that these?/ A healthy, clean, paternal seat,/ Well shaded from the summer heat.


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O Mither dear, I 'gin to fear,/ tho' I'm baith good and bonny,/ I winna keep; for in my sleep,/ I start and dream o' Johnny,


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


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WHen the money was gone I'd gain'd in the / wars,/ & the world it did frown at my fate,/ What matters my zeal or my honoured fears,/ when indifference stood at each gate.


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ONE night as I lay on my bed,/ I lay warm at my ease,/ I dream'd about bold mariners,/ and sailors on the seas.


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YOU loyal Britons now attend,/ give an ear unto my ditty,/ Loyalty go hand in hand,/ thro' country, town and city.


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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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THERE was once a little man,/ And he woo'd a little maid,/ And he said, little maid will you wed, wed, wed,


Title_of_Work:
Robert & Nell; or, O that I ne'er had been married

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I Am a batchelor just in my prime,/ who has a good mind to be married,/ It happened once on a Saturday's night,/ when late in the ale-house I tarried;


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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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ATtend ev'ry swain, & make welcome my muse,/ let each nymph give an ear to my lays,/ To join in my song sure you cannot refuse,/ to sing in my Celia's praise;


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IN the days of my childhood I sported and play'd,/ among the young lasses around,/ I was fond then of laughing, my grandmother said,/ none merrier ever was found.


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


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THE mist from the mountains proclaim'd it/ was morn,/ And the sun chang'd the dew drops to pearls on/ the thorn;/ The pipe and the tabour now sweetly did sound,


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INTO Virgin City a damsel did dwell,/ For with and for beauty none could her excel;/ She excell'd all the maids that liv'd far and near,/ And of her misfortune you quickly shall hear.


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A Maiden I was at the age of sixteen,/ From my friends ran away & a soldier became,/ I listed in a regiment, and a drummer I became,


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OF all the arts the De'il did shew,/ His Master-piece I Pop'ry view;/ For being himself with Heaven at odds,/ He taught them first to eat their Gods!

Work_Notes:
10 6-line verses, plus 'Fal,lal, fa, la, &c. line at end of each verse


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IT was in the merry month of June,/ When Nature seem'd so gay,/ It was in the evening late at night,/ when maids went forth to play.


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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 fame;


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GAY  Strephon the rover fair Phillis address'd,/ And he took her to wake and to fair,


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ALEXIS, how artless a lover!/ How bashful and silly you grow!/ In my eyes you can never discover/ I mean Yes, when I often say No!

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses, plus repeated last line of each verse


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WHen I was a batchelor I lived rarely,/ and my mind t was content;/ I married a wife for to lie by me,/ which makes me now for to lament.


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THERE'S ne'er a thriving trader,/ that daily cheats the town,/ But Beelzebub his leader/ will mark him for his own,


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THE auld man's mare's dead,/ The puire man's mare's dead,/ The auld man's mare's dead, A mile aboon Dundee.

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses, first verses used as chorus twice, plus closing 4-line chorus


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BE thankful, O ye Britons,/ be cheerful and rejoice,/ Long wished for blessings now combine,/ to gratify your choice.


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THE cant word throughout the town,/ So fam'd and of so great renown,/ Will shortly be, I hope pull'd down,/ It took its rise from Brandy.


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ASSIST me, ev'ry tuneful bard,/ oh lend me all your skill;/ In choicest lays, that I may praise, sweet Nanny of the hill.

Work_Notes:
6 5-line verses, including some repeated penultimate lines


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MARIA my beautiful maid,/ let the bulwark of Virtue appear,/ Shun the crafty and treacherous blade,/ who strives to ruin each fair.

Work_Notes:
Tune - My Fond shepherds of late. 3 8-line verses


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AS Patie came up frae the Glen,/ drivin' his wedders before him,/ He met bonny Meg ganging hame,/ her beauty was like for to smore him.


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YE shepherds so chearful and gay,/ whose flocks never carelessly roam;/ Should Corydon's happen to stray,/ Oh! call the poor wanderers home.


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DOWN the burn and thro' the mead,/ his golden locks wav'd o'er his brow,/ Johnny lilting, tun'd his reed,/ and Mary wip'd her bonny mou'.


Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses and 2 4-line choruses. No statement of authorship.


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WHen I was young and unmarry'd,/ I liv'd a merry life,/ But yet I could not be content,/ until I got a wife:


Title_of_Work:
Molly's grief for the loss of her sailor

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NOW I am come to take my leave,/ My dearest Molly pray do not grieve;/ For I am going to the Spanish shore,/ To leave my charmer, to leave my charmer,/ Whom I adore.


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NOW Fortune's prov'd to him most kind,/ Sent him a fair and prosp'rous wind,/ Has sent him safe from the Spanish shore,/


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COME hither my dutiful son/ and take this good counsel of me;/ All folly endeavour to shun,/ that prosperous you may be


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YE virgin powers, defend my heart,/ from amorous looks and smiles;/ From fancy love, or nicer art,/ which most our sex beguiles.


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DADDY NEPTUNE one day,/ TO FREEDOM did say,/ If I ever live upon dry land,/ The spot I should hit on,/ Would be LITTLE BRITAIN;


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YE fair, who shine thro' Britain's Isle,/ And triumph o'er the heart,/ For once attentive be a while/ to what I shall impart.


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AS Johnny and Molly lay reposing,/ On a bed of sweet primroses,/ Then the drums began a rowling,/ Up brave boys there's no controuling.


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COME ye lads who wish to shine,/ bright in future story,/ Haste to arms, and form the line,/ that leads to marchal glory.


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YOUR charms to ruin led the way;/ My sense deprav'd,/ My strength enslav'd;


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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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AS I walked out one morning in May,/ when groves are green and vallies gay,


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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 mown hay;


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AH! Grieve with me, for I have lost,/ What to my soul is dear;/ I meagre black despair I'm tost,


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LET mirth and loyalty abound,/ Whilst we the bumpers fill boys,


Title_of_Work:
The folly and fashion of the present time

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COme listen a while you need not tarry long,/ All ranks give attention as by me you throng,


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COME, come my lads, for we must away,/ Bound down in irons to Botany Bay;


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ONE night at ten o'clock as I a reading sat/ letters of old I receiv'd from my dear,/ Somebody at the door like a Jack Tar did roar,/ which drove my senses I cannot tell where.


Title_of_Work:
The cruel parents deceived; or, the happy lovers meeting

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AS I walk'd out one morning to taste the sweet air,/ A damsel lay deploring for the loss of her dear,


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THE willow you say is a  pretty flower,/ which you have caused me for to wear;/ Thee have I courted for many long hours,/ but in vain it hath proved I fear.

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses plus line 1 of each verse repeated at the end of its verse


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THE moment Aurora peept into the room,/ I put on my clothes and I call'd for my groom,/ Will Whistle by this had uncoupl'd the hounds,/ Who lively and mettlesome frisk'd o'er the grounds,


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FAIR Margaret of Craignargat,/ was the flower of a' her kin,/ And she has fallen in love, with a false/ young man, her ruin to begin.


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AH! bright Belinda, hither fly,/ and such a light discover,/ As may the absent sun supply,/ and cheer the drooping lover.


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LEAVE off your foolish pratting,/ Talk no more of Whig and Tory,/ But drink your glass round let it pass,/ The bottle stands before ye,


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YOUNG Colin seeks my heart to move,/ And speaks and talks so much of love,/ He'll hang or drown I fear it.

Work_Notes:
4 6-line verses plus repeated last line of each verse


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ONCE in a time I walked forth,/ much like unto a ranger;/ I said unto myself alone,/ I thought I was no stranger:


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ONE night I dream'd I lay most easy,/ down by a murmuring river side,


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THE very night this young man dream'd,/ the lovely fair maid did the same,


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THE lark proclaim'd return of morn,/ When Dolly tript across the land;/ She went to fill her milking-pail:/ Young Damon followed with his flail:


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A MAID is like golden ore,/ Which hath guineas intrinsical in't,


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I'M jolly Dick the Lamp-lighter,/ they say the Sun's my Dad,/ And truly I believe it, Sir,/ for I'm a pretty lad;


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MY father often told me,/ He never would controul me,/ But make me a draper if I staid at home,


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LAST Sunday morning I sailed from Cork,/ On board the Montague,/ There's one on board I dearly love,

Work_Notes:
5 8-line verses, plus fal lal de ral, &c. each verse


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LAST Sunday morning we went to sea,/ With a sweet and pleasant gale,/ My lovely Molly's white and red,/ Was turn'd to deadly pale,

Work_Notes:
5 6-line verses, plus fal lal de ral, &c. each verse


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YES, all the world will sure agree,/ He who's secure of having thee,/ Will be entirely blest;


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ON Hounslow-heath, as I rode o'er,/ I 'spy'd a lawyer riding before;/ Kind Sir, said I, are you not afraid,/ Of Turpin that mischievous blade?

Work_Notes:
18 4-line verse narrative and 2-line chorus


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ROB'S Jock came to woo our Jenny,/ On ae feast-day when we were fou,/ She brankit fast and made her bonny,/ And said, Jock came ye here to woo?


Title_of_Work:
Britons to arms our sister Km. To defend

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COme all you brave boys in this nation,/ your country and honour defend,/ Since our King has got great occasion,/ brave boys we'll cross o'er the main.

Work_Notes:
10 4-line verses and 1-line 'fal al de ral, dal dal adadie, fal al dar &c.' chorus


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The first of my courtship that e'er was made known,/ I then took my way to the county Tyrone,

Work_Notes:
Tune - 'Down, down, Hey Derry down'. 7 4-line verses


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WHen last honest Jack, of whose fate I now sing,/ weigh'd anchor and cast out for sea,


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

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses and 'tol de roll, &c.' chorus


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IT was once I lov'd a bonny, bonny boy,/ I lov'd him I vow and protest,

Work_Notes:
6 6-line verses plus repeated last line of each verse


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WHEN Strephon appears, how my heart pit a pat,/ shews the tender emotion with which it is seiz'd,


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THE world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit,/ And friendhip's a jewel we seldom can meet;


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WHen Henry the taylor was twenty years old,/ He began to be ready, courageous and bold,


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MY love was born in the north-country wide,/ Surrounded with lofty mountains on ev'ry side,


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O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn?/ Thy presence cou'd ease me,/ When naething can please me:


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HOW happy the soldier who lives on his pay,/ And spends half a crown out of sixpence a day;


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OF a comical jest as true brave boys,/ as ever it was known,/ And it was done I tell you plain,/ not far from Gloucester town.


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DID ever a swain a nymph adore,/ as I ungrateful Nanny do?


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I Spent some change in quest of thee,/ But since we're met, let's both agree;/ For you're the enemy of my purse,/ And makes my coat look much the worse.


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MORTALS, wisely learn to measure/ Life, by the extent of joy;/ Life's a short and fleeting pleasure:


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COME all young gallants, and listen a while,/ I'll tell you a story shall make you to smile,/ It is of a bold young Staffordshire maid;/ Her part with a rogue of a Tinker she play'd.


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ONE morning last week as I walk'd for the air,/ Cross the fields from my cottage, young Daphne the/ fair,/ Past by me, I hasted up to her with speed,/ And told her I lov'd her, I lov'd her indeed.


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COME all you true lovers and batchelors sweet,/ Here is a ditty both neat and complete,/ Concerning a lass who carried the drum,/ In search of her true love to Flanders is gone.


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SEAMAN./ SWEET Girl come hither and sit down by me,/ No girl in England I love like to thee,

Work_Notes:
8 4-line verse dialogue between 'seaman' and 'maid'


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I Courted a lass that was handsome and gay,/ I hated all people that 'gainst her did say,


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AS I gae'd down the water side,/ There I met my shepherde lad,/ He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,/ And ca'd me his dearie O.


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GOOD people all I pray draw near,/ in country and in town Sir,/ The pride has got to such a pitch,/ the world's turn'd upside down Sir:


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AS thro' the fields I chanc'd the stray,/ to hear the linnet's song,/ I met a shepherd in the way,/ the blithest of the throng;


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THERE is a lad liv'd in this town,/ a joiner was his station,/ He courted as pretty a girl,/ as any in the nation;


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MUst peace and pleasure's melting strain, For ever in this circle reign?/ A while the muse with ardour glows,/ To pay the debt that Britain owes;


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THrough all the employments of life,/ each neighbour abuses his brother,/ Whore and rogue they call husband & wife,/ all professions be-rogue one another;


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THE Lord of Roslin's Daughter,/ walks thro' the wood her lane,/ And by came Captain Wedderburn,/ a servant to the King:


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DEAR Colin prevent my warm blushes,/ for how can I speak without pain,/ Mine 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 would love without rule.


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SEE, see poor Bess of Bedlam,/ in mourning plight and sadness,/ I shake my chains, and wreck my brains/ in all extremes of madness.


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YE maidens pretty,/ In town and city,/ Pray hear with pity my mournful strain,/ A maid confounded,/ In sorrow drowned,/ And deeply wounded with grief and pain.

Work_Notes:
Tune - 'The vicar and Moses'. 14 6-line verses


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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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YES, I could love, if I could find,/ A mistress fitted to my mind,/ Who neither gold nor pride could move,/ To change her virtue, or her love.


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FOR the sake of gold she's left me O,/ of all that's dear bereft me O,/ For Athol's Duke she has me forsook,


Title_of_Work:
The resolute lady; or, fortunate footman

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IN Sherreaf there lived a Squire of great fame,/ And there was a young man that served the same,


Title_of_Work:
Britannia pensive, and Minerva's consolation

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ON the steep craggy summit of Dover's hoar cliff,/ Britannia of late took her stand/ In attitude pensive, she lean'd on her spear/ With her eyes fix'd on Gaul's threat'ning land;

Work_Notes:
Tune - 'Thirtieth of November'. 6 8-line verses


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AS I lean'd o'er a gate at Midsummer Eve,/ When the sky in the brook look'd so clear,/ Young Robin came slyly and tugg'd at my sleeve,/ And I could not help thinking it queer;


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LET war sound his trumpet since Danger's approaching,/ we Britons are ready to follow its call,/ We'll press on like heroes and glory in hardships,/ nor shall we unarm till Bonaparte fall.


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FArewel to Old England, and white cliffs adieu!/ Can the gales be auspicious, that bears me from you?


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WHAT virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove,/ will envy my innocent lays?/ The song of the heart, and the offspring of love,/ when sung in my Corydon's praise.

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses plus last 2 lines of each verse repeat


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COME all pretty maidens, I pray now proceed,/ Pray give attention to what I shall read,/ Don't credit these young men, for they will you praise,

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses plus 'Derry down, down, down derry down' chorus


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HArk! the goddess Diana calls out the chace,


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COME lovers all, both maids and men,/ Who swear to what you ne'er intend,/ A warning piece I bring to you,/ The which is strange but certain true.


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TO thee, O gentle sleep, alone,/ is owing all our peace;


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COME ye maidens of this city,/ Join with me in this my ditty,/ Laugh and sing and dance and play,


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TO heal a wound a bee had made,/ upon my Kitty's face,/ Honey upon the place she laid,/ and bade me kiss the place.


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COME all you valiant seamen,/ and each brave jolly tar,/ And let us try our fortune,/ on board a man of war;


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MUst peace and pleasure's melting strain,/ For ever in this circle reign?/ A while the muse with ardour glows,/ To pay the debt that Britain owes;


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THE heavy hours are almost past,/ that part my love and me;


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I WAS anes a weel tocher'd lass,/ my mother left dollars to me,/ But now I'm brought to a poor pass,/ my step dame has gart them flee.


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FAME let thy trumpet sound,/ Let Ocean's depths resound, Great NELSON's name;


Title_of_Work:
If tars are fortune's sport, they still are fortune's care

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COME never seem to mind it,/ nor count your fate a curse,/ However sad you find it,/ yet some body's are worse.


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A Soldier and a Sailor,/ A Tinker and a Taylor,/ Had once a doubtful strife, Sir,/ Whose name was buxom Joan.


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I Left my parents in disgrace,/ Since I've left my native place,/ I dare not look them in the face,/ Sweet William a mourning among the rush!


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GOOD people all I pray draw near,/ in country and in town Sir,/ The pride is got to such a pitch,/ the world's turn'd upside down Sir:


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CAN you to the battle march away,/ and leave me here complaining?/ I'm sure 'till break my heart to stay,/ when you are gone complaining.


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PEGGY, now the King's come,/ Peggy now the King's come,/ Thou may dance and I shall sing,


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IN Reformorum I was bred and born,/ In Stephen's Green I died in scorn,/ In Dublin I learn'd the baking trade,/ Where I was call'd a sweet roving blade.


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YOU 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. ?Fal lal, &c.


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


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JOCKIE came the other morning,/ O! says Katty are ye scorning?/ Do you really think to try me,/ Jockie, lad. I'll ne'er deny ye.


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YE pretty maids pay give attention,/ and listen to what I lay down,/ I'll tell you of a comely damsel,/ who lately dwelt in Glasgow town.


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BY Mason's Art, the aspiring dome/ In various columns shall arise;/ All climates are their native home,/ Their godlike actions reach the skies.


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ONE morning in the month of May,/ I from my cottage stray'd:/ When sun had just reveal'd the day,/ I met a charming maid.


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FY, rash swain! nor fondly trace,/ The smiling snare, the treach'rous grace,/ That lurk in younder fair:


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GOOD people all I pray draw near,/ Both rich and poor my counsel hear, 'Tis best advice for young and old,/ So hear the truth I'll now unfold.


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YE boatsmen I pray give ear,/ to what I shall relate,/ A true account to you I'll give,/ concerning me of late;


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SYLVIA was tender, soft and young,/ the wonder of the plain;/ The them of every shepherd's song,/ and author of his pain.


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A FAIR maid walking in  a garden,/ a brisk young sailor she chanc'd to spy;/ He stept up to her, thinking to have her,/ said he, Fair maid, can you fancy I?


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WHEN I was a young girl, at the age of fifteen,/ I was courted by a young man most rare to be seen,/ But now to my grief, for a soldier he's gone,/ And what to do for my love I will make known.


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FArewel my dear jewel, my own heart's delight,/ Since war now alarms you in battle to fight,


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A Walking, a talking, and a walking was I,/ To meet my sweet Billy, he'll come by and by,


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AS thro' Spitalfields one day I was walking,/ A bunch of old women I heard there a talking;/ It happened to be at a pawnbroker's door,/ They were damning his eyes for a son of a whore.

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8 5-line verses including 'Derry down, down, hey derry down' line concluding each verse


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ALL you young people, wherever you be,/ Give your attention and listen to me;

Work_Notes:
10 4-line verses plus 1-line 'To my fal de ral…' chorus


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Lord Duncan's victory over the Dutch fleet

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NAE mair need we sigh whan we reckon,/ an think on the days o' langsyne,/ Whan bauld Scotish heroes, sae doughty,/ wi' laurel o' valour did shyne:

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8 tune - 'Fy, Let us a' to the bridal'. 8-line verses and 4-line chorus, preceded by 4-line quotation from Homer


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THE twenty-second day of July,/ 'tis from sweet Bur we parted,/ My pretty girl I left behind,/ she was quite broken hearted;


Title_of_Work:
The answer (to The girl I left behind me)

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YOU maidens all pray lend an ear,/ to my sad lamentation,/ The swain is gone I love so dear,/ for to defend his nation:


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THERE was a shepherd's son,/ kept sheep upon a hill,/ Ane he laid down his budget,/ and all to drink his fill. Fal de ral.


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I AM a young fellow that loves to be mellow,/ to drink and be merry is all my delight,/ I often get tipsy with excellent whisky,/ with jovial companions from morning till night.


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


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AS I was a walking myself on the shore,/ The winds they were high and the billow did/ roar,/ With the noise of the waves and the waters all round,/ I heard a sad voice with a sorrowful sound,


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AS my cows I was milking just now in the vale,/ Young Alexis advanc'd, and told me a fond tale,


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TWO wealthy old merchants of late as we hear,/ each possest an estate of three thousand a year,/ The one had a daughter of beauty and truth,/ The other a son, a most excellent youth.


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

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15 4-line verse narrative and 1-line chorus


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THE King shall take the Queen,/ and the Queen shall take the Jack,/ And we shall all be merry boys,/ when we get drunk with sack.

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses and 4-line repeated chorus


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CAN the weak taper's feeble rays,/ Or lamp transmit the sun's bright blaze,


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WIth hounds and horn each rosy morn,/ let bucks a hunting go,/ While all my fancy dwells with Nancy,/ while she sings taliho.

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5 4-line verses and 2 1-line (repeated) choruses


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AS walking forth to view the plain,/ upon a morning early,/ While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain,/ from flow'rs which grow so rarely:


Title_of_Work:
The shady grove: or, the distressed lover

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DOWN by yon shady grove,/ One day I chanc'd to rove,/ Where the fields and the meadows look gay,/ I spy'd a lovely maid,/ She has my heart betray'd,


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LOVE did first my thoughts employ,/ returning day still made me blest,/ Each happy hour came wing'd with joy,/ each night was crown'd with balmy rest.


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Thrice happy, Lizzy, blooming maid,/ By no false arts of life betray'd,/ Bless'd tyrant of the rural scene.


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'TWAS under Primrose-hill there liv'd,/ a sweet and pretty maid,/ Nor Venus could give more delight,/ when you her charms survey'd


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


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SEE, see, she wakes, Sabina wakes,/ and now the sun begins to rise;


Title_of_Work:
Jamie Reily's releasement, and his marriage with Coolin Bawn.

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YOU tender hearted lovers, attend unto my theme,/ The hardships of Jamie Reily, I mean to explain,/ Who for stealing of an heiress, a trial he did stand,/ And sentenc'd to be transported into a foreign land.


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BONAPARTE, the bully, resolves to come over,/ With flat bottom'd wherries from Calais to Dover:/ No perils to him in the billows are found,/ 'For if born to be hang'd he can never be drown'd.'


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A Sup of good whisky will make you glad;/ Too much of the creature will make you mad;/ If you take it in reason 'twill make you wise;


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WHAT virgin and shepherd, in valley or grove,/ Will envy my innocent lays,/ The song of my heart, and the offspring of love,/ When sung in my Corydon's praise:


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THE sweet rosy morn peeps over the hill,/ With blushes adorning the meadows and fields;/ The merry, merry, merry horn, calls, Come, come away,


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COME all ye loyal Britons, a while give attention,/ Listen to my lines that now I shall mention;


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'Twas on a pleasant morning in the blooming spring,/ When as the cheerful songsters bin concert did sing,/ The primrose and the daisy bespangled every lawn,/ In an arbour I espy'd my dear Coolin Bawn.


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LET war sound the trumpet since danger's approaching,/ we BRITONS are ready to follow its call,/ Well press on like heroes and glory in hardships,/ nor shall we unarm till Bonaparte fall.


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FAREWEL to Old England, the white cliffs adieu!/ Can the gales be auspicious, that bears me from you?


Title_of_Work:
Jack's disaster; or Turn in, or Turn out

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COME all you roaring boys, that delight in roaring/(noise,/ I compare it to nothing but laughter,/ When a sailor comes on shore, with his gold & silver store,/ There's no one can get rid of it faster.


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WHEN turor'd by mother, she oftentimes said,/ There's money bid for thee, girl, hold up they head;/ She laid out my work with a housewifely care,/ And making a mark, bid me stick a pin there.


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OUR ship is well rigged and ready to sail,/ May the heav'ns protect us with a prosp'rous gale,/ The Captain commands and we must obey:/ I wish every moment it were a long day.


Title_of_Work:
The answer (to The sailor's lamentation)


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I Have a green purse and a wee pickle gow'd,/ A bonny piece land and planting on't./ It fattens my flocks, and my barns it has stow'd;


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O FIRST when I was married,/ a happy pair to be,/ She proves the torment of my life,/ we never can agree;/ The thing I thought my greatest bliss,/ is curs'd beyond compare,


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ALL you that delight in a pleasant ditty,/ which unto you I shall relate,/ 'Tis of a sea captain that was very witty,/ who lately arrived in splendor great.


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NO joy can compare,/ To the hunting of the hare,/ In the morning, in the morning, in sweet and/ pleasant weather,


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AT beauty's shrine I long have bow'd,/ At each new face my heart has glow'd,/ With something like a passion.

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3 6-line verses plus repeated last line of each verse


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NO more my song shall be ye swains,/ Of purling streams or flow'ry plains,/ More pleasing beauties now inspire,/ And Phoebus deigns the warbling lyre,/ Divinely aided thus I mean,/ To celebrate my Highland Queen.


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I AM a young soldier bold and brave,/ lately come from Gibraltar,/ In fighting for my country brave,/ I ne'er was found to faulter;


Title_of_Work:
Princess Elizabeth's lamentation, while a prisoner at Woodstock, 1554

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WILL you hear how once repining,/ GREAT ELIZA captive lay,/ Each ambitious thought resigning,/ foe to riches, pomp and sway.


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A King once reign'd beyond the sea,/ as we in ancient story find,/ Whom no face could ever please,/ he cared not for woman kind,


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YE Nymphs of Britain, to whose eyes,/ The world admits the glorious prize,/ Of beauty to be due;/ Ah! guard it with assiduous care,


Title_of_Work:
The poor man's counsel: or, the married man's guide

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COME friend. If they leisure permits thee to stay,/ I'll teach thee some precepts the same to obey,


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WHEN the sheep are in the fauld and the ky at hame,/ And a' the warld to sleep are gane,/ The waes o' my heart fa' in show'rs frae my eye,/ When my guideman lies sound by me.


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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 am sixty-three,


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THERE was a rich nobleman, as lately we hear,/ He had but one Daughter most charming and fair,


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MY hearties, now fill up your porter-pots full,/ And if that I please you, let me have a pull:/ A story I'll sing of a Cock and a Bull,/ To - Oh! the roast beef of Old England,/ And oh! the Old English roast beef.


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FAREWEL to you dear Nancy,/ likewise my children three,/ Behold I'm come to take my leave/ of friends and family;

Work_Notes:
10 8-line verses, dialogue between Jack (the recruit) and Nancy (his wife)


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PURSUING beauty, men descry,/ the distant shore, and long to prove,/ (still richer in variety,)/ the treasure of the land of love.


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MY name is Dick Brady, boys,/ a man that loves pleasure,/ For toping and fuddling,/ I am always at leisure;


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I Dream'd a dream last night;/ God keep us from sorrow;/ I dream'd I pou'd the birks sae green,/ wi my true love on Yarrow.


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BLYTHE Sandy is a bonny boy,/ and always is a wooing,/ Nor is he e'er too bold or coy,/ although he is so loving.


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JOHNNY BLUSTER dwalt on Clyde,/ The place they ca'd it Traddletony;/ Johnny was a joiner gude,/ Nane cou'd weild a plane like Johnny.


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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 verse narrative in 2 parts (16 verses and 24 verses)


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I PROTEST that no more I'll get drunk -/ 'Tis the curse and the plague of my life;


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COLD and raw the north did blaw,/ bleak in the morning early;/ All the trees were hid with snaw,/ cover'd with Winter early.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Love and time. 30 4-line verse narrative in 2 parts (14 verses and 16 verses)


Work_Notes:
Tune - I lo'ed ne'er a laddie but ane. 3 4-line verses


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O Say what thing is that call'd light,/ that I can ne'er enjoy?/ What is the blessings of the sight?/ O tell, O tell your poor blind boy.


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I SING the British Seaman's praise,/ a theme renown'd in story:/ It well deserves more polish'd lays;/ O 'tis our boast and glory.


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COME, sit down, my cronnie, an' gie us your crack,/ Let the win' tak' the cares o' this life on its back,/ Our hearts to despondency we ne'er will submit,/ We've ay been provided for, an' sae will we yet.


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THIS parting kiss it wrings my heart,/ these last adieus my woes increase,/ How can I see thee thus depart?


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OF UPS and Downs we daily see,/ examples most surprising;/ The high and low of each degree,/ now falling, are now rising;


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TO speer my love, wi' glances fair,/ the woodland Laddie came,/ He vow'd he wou'd be ay sincere,/ and thus he spoke his flame;


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CYNTHIA frowns whene'er I woo her,/ Yet she's vex'd if I give over,


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WHEN the sons of North Britain were used to range,/ To see foreign countries and lands that are strange,/ Among that great number was Donald Monro,/ Who away to America likewise did go.


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COME all ye loyal Britons, a while give attention,/ Listen to my lines that now I shall mention;/ 'Tother day as I walk'd thro' a grove that was shady,/ I heard a lovely voice sing by-bye a baby, row, row, wow,


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BONAPARTE, the bully, resolves to come over,/ With flat bottom'd wherries from Calais to Dover;/ No perils to him in the billows are found,/ 'For if born to be hang'd he can never be drown'd.'


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THE sweet rosy morn peeps over the hill,/ With blushes adorning the meadows and fields;/ The merry, merry, merry horn, calls, Come, come away.


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TOM Carless was odd, as a genius some said,/ And his heart, to speak truth, was as odd as his head,


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YE Nymphs and Sylvian Gods,/ That love green fields and woods,/ When Spring newly born, herself doth adorn,/ With flow'rs and blooming buds:


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MY love she was born in the north country wide,/ Surrounded with lofty mountains on every side,


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FIRST when my laddie I did meet,/ He treated me with kisses so sweet:/ It was low down in the meadow so green,/ I oxter'd my laddie where we were not seen,


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OLD King Coul was a jolly old soul,/ and a jolly old soul was he;/ Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,/ and they brought him in fidlers three:


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IN Scotland there liv'd a humble beggar,/ he had neither house, nor hauld, not hame,/ But he was well liked by every bodie,/ and they gae him sunkets to rax his wame.


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THERE was an old Astrologer,/ in London he did dwell,/ For telling girls their Fortunes,/ all others did excel.


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FILL your glasses, banish care,/ Wealth and worldly care despise,/ Sorrow ne'er can bring relief;


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AT Willy's wedding on the green,/ the lasses, bonny witches,/ were a' drest out in aprons clean,/ and braw white Sunday's mutches.


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POOR Kate, with nosegay basket trim,/ sent forth a plaintive cry;/ Her varied flowers round the brim,/ she bid each traveller buy;


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HOWL on ye winds, join my despair,/ Let Nature's tear bedew my hair,


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THE cold wind blows,/ O'er the drifted snows,/ Loud howls the rain lash'd naked wood;

Work_Notes:
2 10-line verses. No statement of authorship.


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O It is a pretty story,/ a story you shall hear,/ Of a jolly light Dragoon,/ as plainly doth appear:/ He courted a rich Lady,/ of honour, birth, and fame,/ And thought to gain her favour,/ but it was all in vain.


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IT was on a Monday morning,/ as I was going to Mass,/ I had no mind of listing,/ until they me did press:


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MY Brethren, now we're met again/ To shew what spirit we maintain,/ And that we ever are the same/ To meet the French in the morning.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Johnny Cope. 6 4-line verses and 4-line chorus.


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LOVE I'm come to take my leave,/ My dearest dear don't sigh and grieve,/ For I am going to the Spanish shore,/ To leave my charmer,


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CELIA, too late you wou'd repent,/ the offering all your store,/ Is now but like a pardon sent,/ to one that's dead before.


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A LADY lov'd a gallant sailor./ and she ador'd him as her life,/ With solemn vows and faithful tokens,/ she promised to be his wife.


Title_of_Work:
The ploughman's love to a farmer's daughter

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WHEN first a-courting I ndid go,/ I lov'd a fair maid as my life,/ I often told her I did her love, I did her love,/ but I never could gain her for my wife.


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HAPPY the world in that bless'd age,/ when beauty was not bought and sold,/ When the fair maid was unenflam'd/ with the mean thirst of baneful gold.

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses, plus repeated last line of each paragraph


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FIRST when my laddie and I did meet,/ He treated me with kisses sweet:/ It was low down in the meadow so green,/ I oxter'd my laddie where we were not seen,


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OLD King Coul was a jolly old soul,/ and a jolly old soul was he;/ Old King Coul he had a brown bowl,/ and thry brought him in fiddlers three:


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IN Scotland there liv'd a humble beggar,/ he had neither house, not hauld, nor hame,/ But he was weel liked by every bodie,/ and they gae him sunkets to rax his wame.


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YOUNG women if you draw near a while,/ I'll sing you a ditty will make you to smile;/ And you that have covetous parents draw near,/ This story's as true as e'er you did hear.


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THE gamesters and lawyers are jugglers alike,/ If they meddle, your all is in danger;


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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, good-natur'd, nor/ witty.


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IT chanc'd of late a shepherd swain,/ that went to see his straying sheep,/ Within a thicket on a plain,/ espy'd a dainty maid asleep.


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'TWAS post meridian half past four,/ by signal I from Nancy parted,/ At six she linger'd on the shore,/ with uplift hands, and broken hearted;


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ARISE thou mistress of my heart,/ and do not me disdain;/ Come now and quickly take the part/ of me, your conquer'd swain.


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SEE Mary, the sails are all full,/ now I must away to the sea./ Let danger come when, how it will,/ I'll heave a sigh only for thee.


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YOU that delight in merriment,/ come listen to my song,/ 'Tis very new and certain true,/ you will not tarry long,/ Before you laugh your belly full,/ then pray be pleas'd to stay,


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WHEN up the shrouds the sailor goes,/ and ventures on the yard,/ The landman he who better knows,/ believes his lot is hard;


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SINCE laws were made for ev'ry degree,/ To curb vice in others, as well as me,/ I wonder we han't better company/ Upon Tyburn Tree!


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IN Auchtermouchtie liv'd a man,/ if a' be true that I heard say,/ Who yok'd his plough upon the plain,/ upon a wet and rainy day:

Work_Notes:
Tune - Wilie was a wanton wag. 23 8-line and 1 4-line verse narrative


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WHILE the lover is thinking,/ With my friends I'll be drinking,/ And with vigour pursue my delight;


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AS I was a-walking/ all in the month of May,/ And through the bars of Smithfield,/ I met a lady gay;


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WE are three jolly Colliers,/ that mind the collier-way;/ Our ships they are well fitted out/ from the shore to the British sea:


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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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I Married with a scolding Wife,/ the fourteenth of November,/ She made me weary of my life,/ by one unruly member.


Title_of_Work:
Preface [to The history of Lawrence Lazy]

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WHETHER of the court or country, nobility or mobility, young, or old, rich or poor, bond or free; to thy protection I commit this book,

Work_Notes:
1-page prose preface by 'Your's at command'


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CHAP. I./ Of his birth and breeding; and of his being carried to school./ SIR Lawrence Lazy, governor of Lubberland castle, in the county of Sloth, married a fair and beautiful lady, named Katherine Sloth, by whom he had one son,


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WHEN flow'ry meadows deck the year,/ And sporting lambkins play,/ When spangl'd fields renew'd appear,/ And music wak'd the day;/ Then did my Chloe leave her bow'r,/ To hear my am'rous lay,


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


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PART I./ SOME Dominies are sae bias'd,/ That o'er the dyke themsells they cast,/ They drink an' rant, an' live sae fast,/

Work_Notes:
78 6-line verses and 3 4-line verse narrative in three parts (26 6-line and one 4-line verses - 35 6-line and one 4-line verses - 17 6-line and one 4-line verses)


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NOW loving friends I hae you left,/ Ye ken I neither stole nor rest,


Title_of_Work:
Elegy on Maggy Johnston, who dies 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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I Have been a wife this dozen of long years,/ And bliss'd be the time I did marry,/ I never fell out with my love in my life,/ If he at the ale-house did tarry;


Title_of_Work:
The husband's answer (to The contented wife)

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MY wife is a notable girl I must own,/ And now I do love her most dearly,


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DID not you hear of the gentlemaen rakes,/ And hear the sweet cry of beer, wine & cakes,/ Whilst we in blue aprons, and clean linen gowns, For to view all the gentlemen rakes of the town.

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses with first verse as chorus to last 4


Title_of_Work:
The country lass's love for her sweetheart

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NOT long ago in a country place,/ A clever young lad who lov'd a young lass,/ She lov'd him again, and a wonder to hear,


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AS I was a walking one morning so fair,/ So Green was the fields, and cool was the air,/ There I did discover/ Pretty Nancy my lover,


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One fine summer morning - it was many hundred years ago - young Berthold set out with a very heavy heart from his Alpine hut, ...


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WHEN young and artless as the lamb, Which plays about its fondling dam,/ Brisk, buxom, pert, and silly;/ I slighted all the manly swains,/ And put my virgin heart in chains,/ For smiling smooth fac'd Willy.


Title_of_Work:
King Henry V. his conquest of France, in revenge for the affront offered by the French King; in sending him (instead of ten tons of gold, the tribute) three tennis balls

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AS our King lay musing on his bed,/ he bethought himself upon a time, Of a tribute that was due from France,/ had not been paid for so long a time./ Fal lal, &c.


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MARTINMASS is now come on,/ and Christmas is drawing near:/ And we have nothing in the house,/ for to make good Christmas cheer. Fal, &c.


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MY gown was of the London black,/ and many a yard about:/ My petticoat was a scarlet red,/ and lac'd about my foot:


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YOUNG Caelia in her tender years,/ the rose but on its stalk,/ Fill'd with the virgin's modest fears,/ stepp'd forth one ev'n to walk.


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WHen the trees all their beautiful verdure renew,/ and the meadows look charmingly gay,/ When smiling Creation looks blooming to view,/ replete with the beauties of May.


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WHen the trees were all bare, not a leaf to be seen,/ and the meadows their beauty had lost:/ When all Nature disrob'd of her mantle of green,/ and the rivers bound up by the frost.


Title_of_Work:
Has she not dole enough that has an auld man

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ALL young damsels both handsome and pretty,/ Come drawa near unto me, sit down and sing,/ A song of miscarriage, concerning my marriage,/ And by daily dolour my hands I do wring.


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HOW happy a state does the miller possess,/ Who wou'd be no greater, nor fears to be less,/ On his mill and himself he depends for support,/ Which is better than servilly cringing at court.


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WIll you credit a Miser, 'tis gold makes us wise,/ The bliss of his life, the joy of his eyes:


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SOME talk of Alexander,/ and some of Hercules,/ Of Hector and Lysander,/ and such great men as these:


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O The days when I was young!/ when I laugh'd at Fortune's spight,/ Talk'd of love the whole day long,/ and with Nectar crown'd the night;


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ROuse up Briton's! rouse! here's danger,/ Frenchmen dare invade our coasts;/ To fight and conquer --- you're no strangers,/ soon we'll tame their haughty boasts.

Work_Notes:
9 4-line verses including verse 1 repeated as last verse


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YE hearts of oak, who wish to try/ your fortunes on the sea,/ And Briton's enemies defy,/ come enter here with me:


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TO beauty born a willing slave,/ a merry happy man,/ I slight the nymph I cannot have,/ and doat on those I can.


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I SIGH and lament me in vain,/ these walls can but echo my moan,/ Alas! it increases my pain,/ when I think on the days that are gone.


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YE gales, that gently wave the sea,/ and please the canny boat-man,/ Bear me frae hence, or bring to me,/ my brave and bonny Scotman.


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'TIS I ha'e seven braw new gowns,/ and ither seven better to mak,/ And yet for a' my braw new gowns,/ my wooer has turned his back;

Work_Notes:
Tune - If the Kirk wad let me be. 5 8-line verses


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WHen flow'ry meadows deck the year,/ and sporting lambkins play,/ When spangl'd fields renew'd appear,/ and music wak'd the day;


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WE were baith born in ae town end,/ and baith brought up together,/ I wot we were not seven years old,/ when we lo'ed ane anither;


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DEAR Roger, if your Jenny geck,/ and answer kindness with a slyght,/ Seem unconcern'd at her neglect,/ for women in a man delight:

Work_Notes:
Title does not match lyrics. 4 4-line verses


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WHEN war had broke in on the peace o' auld men,/ An' frae Chelsea to arms they were summon'd again;/ Twa vet'rans grown gray wi' their muskets, sair fail'd,/ Wi' a sigh were relating how hard they had toild:

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses, including repetitions of verses 5 and 6 of each verse as lines 7 and 8


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


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IT was on a day in the middle of April,/ I went to Loughmay the maids to beguile,/ My dear and my jewel, my honey, said he,/ Will ye go to the North Highlands with me.


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GIVE ear, O ye Muses, attend to my lay,/ While I in soft anguish my tears now convey;/ My grief it shall sound to a foreign shore,/ While each tender breast for my sufferings deplore.


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DOWN by a grove I rov'd for my fancy,/ with sweet music attending on me,/ There I saw Phillis and beautiful Nancy,/ as they sat reading of their destiny;


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MY countrymen dear, come let us prepare,/ all over the Irish nation,/ On Patrick's birth-day our colours display,/ with great joy and declaration.


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THe sun being set, and my work being done,/ one more of my days being spent,/ Then home to my cottage I tript it along,/ and set myself down with content.


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THIS life is like a country dance,/ The world a spacious ball-room,/ In which so many take a prance,/ They scarcely find for all room;/ Fiddlers and pipers in a row,/ See how the ranks are closing,/ Each strives his neighbour s faults to shew,/ While…

Work_Notes:
1 8-line verse, then 5 prose lines, then chorus of 4-lines and 8 lines, then 4 prose lines, chorus, 8 verse lines, prose, new chorus, prose, 4-line chorus to conclude


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The cold winter is past and gone,/ and now comes on the spring,/ And I am one of the king's life-guards,/ and I must go fight for my king, my dear,


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

Work_Notes:
Tune - We'll never be drunk again. 25 4-line verses


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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 my hands deserted.


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SURE my Jean is beauty's blossom,/ blawin' sweetly in ilka airt,/ Lovely tyrant o' my bosom,/ frae that bow'r she'll ne'er depart.


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AS I walk'd forth one morning fair,/ in the sweet summer time,/ Each bush and tree was drest in green,/ and vallies in their prime:


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O Where have you been little Robin,/ what maks ye sa proud an' sae shy?/ I ance saw the day little Robin,/ my frien'ship ye didna deny:


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DOES haughty Gaul invasion threat?/ then let her louns beware, Sir,/ We've WOODEN-WALLS upon our seas,/ and VOLUNTEERS on shore, Sir.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Push about the joram. 8 4-line verses


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SURE my Jean is beauty's blossom,/ blawn' sweetly in ilka airt,/ Lovely tyrant o' my bosom,/ frae that bow'r she'll ne'er depart.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Corn riggs are bonny. 4 4-line verses


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JOCKEY'S ta'en the parting kiss,/ o'er the mountains he has gane;/ And with him is all my bliss,/ nought but grief with me remain.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Bessie's haggies. 4 4-line verses


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ALANG the darken'd horizon/ What beams of light appear, man;/ The ancient spirit o' the Don, Ca's forth th' sword and spear, man.


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AS I went forth one May morning,/ the fields and meaedows so fresh and gay,/ Flora the spangling beams adorning,/ early by the break of day.


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AND now to be brief let's pass o'er the rest,/ Who seldom or never was given to jest,/ And come to King James the first on the throne,/ A pleasanter Monarch sure never was known.


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BAtchelors, rakes, and maids of every degree,/ Draw near a while and listen to me,/ I love a fair maid,/ but I believe she is coy,/ And I'm afraid I will ne'er her enjoy.


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WHEN the moon had retir'd with her last feeble beam,/ And midnight left lonely and still;/ When nothing was heard but the roar of the stream/ And the howl of the fox on the hill,/ O'er Clutha's blue stream, from a dark thunder cloud,


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OUR ship is well rigged, and ready to sail,/ May the Hean'ns protect us with a prosp'rous gale, The Captain commands and we must obey:/ I wish every moment it were a long day.


Title_of_Work:
The answer (to the sailor's lamentation)

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PRAY leave off your courtship for it's all in vain,/ For I never lov'd any, nor don't think I can,


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JOCKY said to Jeany, Jeany, wilt thou do't?/ Ne'er a fit, quo' Jeany, for my tocher-good,


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A COBLER there was, and he liv'd in a stall,/ Which serv'd him for palour, for kitchen and hall,


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GIVE my Service to the young man,/ that lives in the town below;/ Tell him that I will go with him,/ whether my mother will or no.

Work_Notes:
Tune - The bonny Scotsman. 13 4-line verses


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


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THE globe of earth on which we dwell,/ is tacked to the poles, Sir;/ The little world our carcases,/ are tack'd unto our souls, Sir.

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses and 'Tal lal de ral, etc.' chorus


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'TWAS Summer, and the day was fair,/ Resolv'd a while to fly from care,/ Beguiling thought, forgetting sorrow,/ I wander'd o'er the braes of Yarrow!


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THE 29th of May, my love went to sea,/ and left me in sorrow and woe;/ Though we do part, he's ta'en my heart/ on board the Britannia, hi ho! hi ho! etc.


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Ma che amie, my charming fair,/ Whose smiles can banish every care;

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses, with 1st verse used as a chorus


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ONCE I a chosen Member was,/ I highly was respected,/ I Lodge-rules and taught in schools,/ three times I was elected.

Work_Notes:
8 8-line verses and 'lal de dal, lal de dal, lad adle, al de dal, lal al adle, al de die' chorus


Title_of_Work:
Ad. Duncan's victory over the Dutch fleet

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COME all curagious Britons bold,/ and listen unto me;/ And likewise all you seamen brave,/ that are by land and sea:


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O Wha's that at my chamber door?/ 'Fair widow, are ye waukin?/ Auld carl, you fuit gi'e o'er,/ your love lyes a' in tawkin'.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Widow, are ye waukin? 6 4-line verses


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O Lay thy loof in mine, Lass,/ In mine lass, in mine lass,/ And swear on thy white had, Lass,/ That thou wilt be my ain.


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WHILE Sylvia strikes the trembling strings,/ she charms with melody divine;/ But if a melting air she sings,/ in concert all the Muses join.


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PART I./ BEHOLD here's a ditty, the truth and no jest,/ Concerning a young gentleman of the east,/ Who by his great gaming came to poverty,/ And afterwards went many voyages to sea.

Work_Notes:
58 4-line verse narrative in 4 parts (10, 15, 13 and 20 verses)


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THE first time that I did thee see,/ it was in Aberdeen Peggy,


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ATtend ye nymphs while I impart,/ The secret wishes of my heart;/ And tell what swain, if one there be,/ Whom Fate designs for Love and Me.


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AND I'll o'er the moor to Maggy,/ her wit and sweetness call me,/ Then to the fair I'll show my mind,/ whatever may befal me.


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AS I came in by Tiviot-side,/ and by the braes of Branksome,/ There first I saw my bonny bride,/ young smiling, sweet and handsome;


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A Fox may steal your hens, Sir,/ a whore your health and pence, Sir,/ Your daughter rob your chest, Sir,


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


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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:

Work_Notes:
22-page verse narrative including 8-line 'conclusion'


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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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WHAN Katie was scarce out nineteen,/ O but she had twa coal black een,


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COME, smiling Spring, with gentle gales,/ give peace to our nation,/ Then soldiers bold will tell their tales,/ and bless their happy station:


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OUR trade to work in clay began,/ ere the first man was made;/ For out of clay was made this man,/ and thus began our trade.


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WHen e'er I think on that dear spot,/ On which I fix'd my rural cot;/ Then when my Rose hung on my arms,/ All free from guile, and free from harm,

Work_Notes:
4 verses: 6 lines, 5 lines, 6 lines, 6 lines, plus repeated last 2 lines of each verse


Title_of_Work:
The trial of Jamie Reily, for running away with Coolin Bawn

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O rise up Jamie Reily, and come away with me,/ I mean to go with you and leave my own country,/ To leave my Father's dwelling, his houses and free land,


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PUSH about the brisk bowl, 'twill enliven the heart,/ while we sit round on the --- Stay!/ What business have I an old song to impart,/ when I, sirs, a new one can say, can say,

Work_Notes:
9 5-line verses, including repetition of last line of each verse


Title_of_Work:
The French fleet defeat by Borlase Warren

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YOU Muses attend me, I mean for to write,/ Of the glories of Britain in the year ninety-eight,/ When Warren and Nelson, these men of renown,/ Resolved the victory of Duncan to crown.

Work_Notes:
9 4-line verses and 'Derry down, down, hey derry down' chorus


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IT is said that a Cottager once past his life/ In the shade of a forest profound;/ And content might have been, had he not had a Wife/ Who kept up the clamours of conjugal strife,/ Till death laid her low in the ground.


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O Saw ye my wee thing, saw ye my ain thing,/ Saw ye my true love down on yon lee?


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YOU batchelors all who are willing to marry,/ I'd have you be careful for fear you miscarry,/ I'd have you be wise, and mind who you marry,/ Lest you should be hamper'd like Paul and Nanny.


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COME, fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys,/ Let's have no more female impert'nance and noise;


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LET care be a stranger to each jovial soul,/ Who, Aristippus like, can his passion control:/ Of the wisest philosophers, wisest was he,/ Who attentive to ease, let his mind still be free:


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FAREWEL to the ocean, since I have return'd,/ Hardships I've suffered, many nights have I mourn'd,/ For my dearest Maria, my joy and delight,/ But I hope to my troubles I may bid goodnight.


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FROM the sea-beaten coast of Scotia I wander,/ In quest of a home through Columbia I stray;/ Ah! broad is the deep that now parts me asunder/ From my straw-covered cot on the banks of the Tay;


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WHILE I hang on your bosom, distracted to love you,/ High swells my sad heart, and fast my tears flow;


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THE nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind,/ No less than a wonder by Nature design'd;

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses plus repeated last line of each verse


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ODS' BLOOD what a time for a seaman to sculk/ Under gingerbread hatches a-shore;/ What a damn'd bad job that this old batter'd hulk/ Can't be rigged out to sea once more.


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THE broom, the brier, the birken bush,/ Bloom bonny o'er thy flow'ry lea,

Work_Notes:
Tune - Gang to the deil an' shake yoursell. 5 4-line verses and 4-line chorus


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YOU fire-side companions who merrily bouse,/ Along with your neighbours a-reading the news,/ O little you mind, as little you know,/ The hardships and dangers we sailors undergo,


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I'LL tell you a jest that was lately done,/ Concerning the Bishop of Canterbury,/ Who for his good house-keeping, & his good cheer,/ Was forced before King John to appear.

Work_Notes:
22 4-line verse narrative with 'derry down, down, hey derry down' chorus


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


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SWEET cowslips I cry, and ground-ivy I sell,/ And round about London am known very well;


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GEORGE he is the mildest King,/ that ever sat on Britain's throne,/ Behold how wisely he has acted,/ to his subjects every one.


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YOU fire-side companions who merrily bouse,/ Along with your neighbours a-reading the news,/ O little you mind, and as little you know,/ The hardships and dangers we sailors undergo,


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WHen I was a young lad, my fortune was bad,/ if e'er I do well, 'tis a wonder;/ I spent all my means on whores, bauds and queans,/ then I got a commission to plunder. Fal lal, etc.


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THIS is no my 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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AS Dolly was milking of the cows,/ Young Roger came tripping it over the plain,/ And made unto her most delicate bows,/ And then he went tripping it back again;


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LET'S drink, my friends, while here we live,/ The fleeting moments as they pass,/ This silent adminition give,


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BONAPARTE, the BULLY, resolves to come over,/ With flat bottom'd wherries from Calais to Dover,/ No perils to him in the billows are found,/ For if born to be hang'd he can never be drown'd.


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IT is said that a Cottager once past his life/ in the shade of a forest profound;/ And content might have been, had he not had a Wife/ Who kept up the clamours of conjugal strife,/ Till death laid her low in the ground.


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WHEN in war, on the ocean we meet the proud foe,/ Tho' with ardour for conquest our bosoms they glow,


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WHEN the moon had retir'd with her last feeble beam,/ And midnight left lonely and still;/ When nothing was heard but the roar of the stream/ Anf the howl of the Fox on the hill,


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OF the ancients its speaking, my soul you'd be after,/ That they never got how come you so,/ Would you seriously make the good folks die with laugh-/ter;/ To be sure their dog tricks we don't know:


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


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AH! bright Belinda hither fly,/ and such a light discover,/ As may the absent sun supply,/ and cheer the drooping lover.


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LEAVE off your foolish pratting,/ Talk no more of Whig and Tory,


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AS I came in by Auchendown,/ A little wee bit frae the town,/ Unto the highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel,


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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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WHene'er I meet my Celia's eyes,/ Sweet raptures in my bosom rise,


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COME carls a' of fumblers ha',/ and I will tell you of our fate,/ Since we have married wives that's braw,/ and cannot please them when 'tis late.


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NICOLAS Pedrosa, a busy little being, who followed the trades of shaver, surgeon, and man mid-wife, in the town of Madrid, mounted his mules at the door of his shop in the Plazuela de los Assligidos, and pushed through the gate of San Bernardino, being…


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Miss Agnes Rae, who assassinated Mr Wilson, on Friday, at his residence at Bingham, in the county of Kent, was a fine young lady of considerable accomplishments and superior to the generality of her sex in personal charms. Three or four years after…


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O! sleep not my babe, for the morn of bt-morrow,/ Will lull me to slumber more tranquil than thine,/ The cold grave will shield me from shame and from sorrow,/ Though the doom and the deeds of the guilty are mine.


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'Twas even, the dewy fields were green,/ On every blade the pearls hang;/ The zephyr wanton'd round the bean,


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Tho' women's minds like winter winds,/ May shift and turn and a' that,/ the noblest breast adores them maist,

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses and 4-line chorus; part of verses 3 lost through cropping.


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


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And a' that e'er my Jenny had,/ My Jenny had, my Jenny had,/ A' that e'er my Jenny had,/ Was ae bawbee.


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Young Jamie is crossed,/ Quite over the main,/ And I fear I shall never,/ Behold him again.


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Near Bannockburn King Edward lay,/ The Scots they were not far away;/ Each eye bent on the break of day,/ Glimm'ring frae the east.


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


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The Ploughman wakes from transient dream,/ And blythe renews his useful toil;


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WHAT'S this dull town to me?/ Robin's not near:


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AWAY with this pouting and sadness -/ Sweet girl! will you never give o'er?


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Gie me but Highland Whisky, O,/ Gie me but Highland Whisky, O,

Work_Notes:
Air - Green grow the rashes, O. 7 4-line verses.


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COME gie's a sang, the Lady cry'd,/ And lay your disputes all aside,/ What signifies 't for folk to chide,/ For what was done before 'em!


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MY love was once a bonny lad,/ he was the flower of all his kin;/ The absence of his bonny face,/ has rent my tender heart in twain:


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THE Ploughman he's a bonny lad,/ and a' his wark's at leasure;/ And ay when he comes hame at e'en,/ he kisses me with pleasure.


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THE dusky night rides down the sky,/ and ushers in the morn;/ The hounds all join in jovial cry,

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses and 'And a hunting we will go, &c.' chorus


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I AM a sailor and home I write,/ And in the seas took great delight,/ The female sex I did beguile,/ At length two were by me with child.


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THE moon had clim'd the highest hill,/ which rises o'er the source of Dee,/ And from the eastern summit shed,/ her silver light on tow'r and tree;


Title_of_Work:
The distressed sailor on the rocks of Scilly

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COME all you jolly sailors bold,/ that plow the raging main,/ And listen to my tragedy,/ whilst I relate the same.


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FILL your glasses, banish care,/ Wealth and worldly care despise,/ Sorrow ne'er can bring relief;/ Joys from drinking will arise


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LECTUR'D by Pa and Ma o'er night,/ Monday, at ten, quite vex'd and jealous,/ Resolv'd in future to be right,/ and never listen to the fellows!


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HIghland Donald, swore a wife,/ was not so great an evil,/ And any but a husband's life,/ was sure a Highland devil.


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THE maltman comes on Munday,/ he craves wonder sair,/ Cries "Dame come gi'e me my siller,/ "or mal ye sall ne'er get mair."


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SAW ye Jenny Nettles,/ Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles,/ Saw ye Jenny Nettles,/ Coming frae the market;


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COME all you jolly sailors bold,/ who live by tuck of drum,/ I'll tell you of a rank robber,/ who on the seas is come.


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DEAR Chloe, come give me sweet kisses,/ [no?] sweeter no girl ever gave;

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses, text lost through damage to book


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I Am a rake and a rambling boy,/ I'm lately come from Auchnacloy;/ A rambling boy although I be,/ I'll forsake them all and go with thee.


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A Squire's daughter near Auchnacloy,/ Fell in love with a servant boy./ And when her father came to hear,/ He separated her from her dear.


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FArewel my dear and gallant sailor,/ since you and I must parted be;/ If you prove constant without failing,/ I will prove the same to thee.


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COME all you seamen bold,/ Lend an ear, lend an ear,/ Come all you seamen bold lend an ear,/ 'Tis of our Admiral's fame,/ Brave Benbow call'd be name,/ How he fought on the main,/ You shall hear, you shall hear,


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A Wealthy young squire of Tamworth we hear/ He courted a nobleman's daughter so fair,/ And for to marry her it was his intent,

Work_Notes:
11 4-line verse narrative, partly lost through damage to book


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

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses, partly lost through damage to book


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COME all ye true Britons and be not afraid,/ But lend some assistance our friends to aid,/ To fight the proud Frenchman by sea and by/ land/ And let not misconduct appear in our hand.

Work_Notes:
76 lines, partly lost through damage to book


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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

Work_Notes:
10 lines, partly lost through damage to book


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WHEN the earth was unformed and totally void,/ And the depth of the deluge no man can impede;/ On the face of the water the Spirit of Might/ Did move the creation, but he first formed light./ With the emblems celestial, the Compass & Square/ He brought…

Work_Notes:
7 8-line Masonic creation narrative and 8-line chorus


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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,


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YE gentle gales, and smiling springs,/ send peace unto our Nation,/ When Seamen bold can tell their tales,/ and bless their happy station.


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WHAR hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?/ Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?/ I've been by burn and flow'ry brae,


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COME gie's a song Montgom'ry cries,/ And lay all your disputes aside,/ What nonsense is't in folks to chide,/ For what was done before them?


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ONCE on a time I walked forth,/ much like unto a ranger;/ I said unto myself alone,/ I thought I was no stranger:/ So I'll go seek out for a friend,/ if that I can find any;


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GENTLE sailor, aft you've told me,/ that you'll never leave your love;/ To your word I now must hold you,/ now's the time your truth to prove.


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I AM as brown as brown can be,/ and my eyes as black as a sloe;/ I am as brisk as a nightingale,/ and as wild as any doe.


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WITH the butler and house-keeper,/ I do now begin;/ Who from the charity school,/ they their education bring:


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BLAB not what you ought to smother,/ honour's laws should sacred be;/ Boasting favours from another,/ will ne'er favour gain with me.


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CLAVERS and his Highlandmen,/ came down upo' the raw, man,/ Who being stout gave many a shout,/ the lads began to claw then.


Title_of_Work:
Celia's complaint for the loss of her shepherd

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WHAT sadness reigns over the plain,/ how drops the sweet flowers around,


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HARK! how the drums beat up again,/ For all true soldiers, gentlemen;/ Then let us lift and march, I say,/ Over the hills and far away:


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HO! Why dost thou shiver and shake,/ Gaffer Gray?/ And why does thy nose look so blue?

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses including repeated 6th line of each verse


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WE bipeds made up of frail clay,/ Alas! we're the children of sorrow,/ And though brisk and merry to-day,/ We all may be wretched to-morrow.


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CEASE, cease my dearest Nancy,/my joy and only dear,/ Let nought perplex your fancy,/ since I'm returned safe here;


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AS the miller was going to grind his grain,/ He heard an old woman sadly complain,/ O miller, said she, what must I give to thee,/ To make an old woman look young again.


Title_of_Work:
The pursuers deceived & Johny left baking

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AS I came down by Athol's gates,/ I heard a fair maid singing,/ With a pretty babie in her arms,/ the bells in the court were ringing.


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LOVE I'm come to take my leave,/ My dearest dear don't sigh nor grieve,/ For I am going to the Spanish shore,/ To leave my charmer,


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WHY all this anger, Celia, shown,/ and I the unhappy object made;/ Why will you punish with a frown,/ the wretch, whom first your smiles be-/ tray'd!


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MAIDENS, let your lovers languish,/ if you'd have them constant prove,/ Doubts, and fears, and sighs, and anguish,/ are the chains that fasten love.

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses, the first being a chirus for the next 2


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CHAP I./ Of the Birth of FORTUNATUS./ IN the famous isle of Cyprus, there is a stately city, called Famagosta, where once lived a wealthy noble citizen named Theodorus, who was left by his relations in great riches: He being left young by his parents, …


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THERE reigned in the city of Rome, a famous Emperor, whose wife excelled in virtue all the rest of her sex; he had by this wife one son, named Dioclesian. The Emperor assembled his nobles to advise how he might train up his son, Their opinion was, that…


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O MOLLY my dear jewel, young Felix did say,/ Don't you remember when I brought you away,/ When I brought you to London that city to view,/ you see what a loving shoe-maker can do.


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FELIX, my jewel, young Molly did say,/ I remember the hour that you brought me away,/ O own I have been courted by men of great fame,/ But my loving shoe-maker my heart he did gain.


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ONE morning in May, as young Colin I met,/ a stranger both 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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Young Daphny made Damon a dupe of her pride,/ He'd sigh & he'd storm, & he'd sooth & he'd chide,/ I wonder the fair one so cruel can be,


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THE ladies of Scotland, of England and Flanders,/ Have often been curs'd for their tippling of tea;/ But if you are anxious to hear newer wonders,/ Come round in a circle and listen to me./ To Boston's fair port with a full flowing gale,/ A fleet …

Work_Notes:
Tune - Carrick Fergus. 7 8-line verse narrative


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YOung Molly that lives at the foot of the hill,/ Whose fame, ev'ry virgin with envy does fill,/ Of beauty is bless'd with so ample a share,/ That men call her the lass with the delicate air,


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BEneath a green shade, a lovely young swain,/ One ev'ning reclin'd to discover his pain:/ So sad, yet so sweetly, he warbl'd his woe,/ The wind ceas'd to breathe, and the fountains to flow;


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LISTEN a while and a story you shall hear,/ Concerning a farmer in fair Herbertshire;/ A pretty Yorkshire boy he had for his man,/ For to do his business, his name was call'd John.


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BY the light of the moon t'other ev'ning I stray'd,/ a mile by the side of the brook;/ When Roger stept up with, how do you do, fair maid?


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AS I was a travelling nth' country up and down,/ At length I arriv'd in a little market town,/ Where the drums were a beating for soldiers I'm sure,/ Which made me conclude that the wars were not oe'r.


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THE world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit,/ And friendhip's a jewel we seldom can meet,


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HENCE with the lover who sighs for his wine,/ Chloe's and Phillis's toasting,/ Hence with the slave that will whimper and whine,/ Of ardour and constancy boasting;

Work_Notes:
Tune - Let the toast pass. 8 6-line verses


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MY temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine,/ And barter all joys for a goblet of wine,/ And barter all joys for a goblet of wine./ In search of a Venus no longer I'll run,


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AS I lean'd o'er a gate at Midsummer Eve,/ When the sky in the brook look's so clear,/ Young Robin came slyly and tugg'd at my sleeve,/ And I could not help thinking it queer;


Title_of_Work:
The sailor's misfortune and happy marriage

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THere was an old merchant of honour & fame,/ He liv'd in London, I knew not his name,/ He had a young daughter, whose beauty was clear,/ And persons of honour did court her we hear.


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ONE evening I walk'd in the meadows so gay,/ I heard fairest Katty lamenting and say,/ My Billy's gone and left me, to another he's flown,/ And left me to wander in the groves all alone.


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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 the means of my further promotion.


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THE foes of Britain (France, Holland, & Spain)/ Made bold by indulgence, insulted the main:/ The flag of defiance together unfurl'd,/ And at Britain, Old Britain, their vengeance they/ hurl'd.


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GOOD people attend here a while to my song,/ 'Tis true I assure you, and not very long,/ I flatter myself that no person here grudges/ To give his opinion, your monstrous good judges.


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MY laddie is gane far awa' oe'r the plain,/ While in sorrow behind I'm forc'd to remain,


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PART I./ A Seaman of Plymouth, sweet William by name,/ A wooing to beautiful Sudan he came,


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SOME hoist up Fortune to the skies,/ others debase her to a bubble,/ I nor her frowns nor favours prize,


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COme all you bold Britons that's pratting at home,/ And I'll tell you hoe the siege of Bellisle went on,


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COnfin'd in the house till the age of fifteen,/ Not a man, but a clown, whom my face had yet/ seen;/ An aunt to instruct me, a formal old maid,/ And I, silly I, believ'd all that she said.


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EArly one morning just as the sun was rising,/ there I did hear a fair maiden say:/ Crying, O Cupid, pray send my love unto me,/ give me my sailor or else I shall die.


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WHO'S that I hear making such sad lamentation,/ surely it is the voice of my love,


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COME all you retailers of spirits give ear,/ a comical ditty you quickly shall hear,/ The one for roguery, and the other for wit,/ You'll laugh when you hear how the biter was bit.


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AS my cows I was milking just now in the vale,/ Young Alexis advanc'd, and told me a fond tale,/ Such a tale, gentle maidens, believe what I say,/ I with pleasure could wait for to hear it all day.


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YOung, friendless, and left the world's cruel scorn,/ no sunshine my sad dreary prospect to bless,/ Ah, better perhaps had I never been born,/ since charity sleeps at the call of distress.


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YE mortals who fancy and troubles perplex,/ Whom folly misguides and infirmities vex;


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THE nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind,/ No less than a wonder by Nature design'd:


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ONE night I dream'd I lay most easy,/ down by a murmuring river side,/ Where lovely banks were spread with daisies,/ and the streams did gently glide:


Title_of_Work:
The maid's kind answer [to The young man's dream]

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THE very night this young man dream'd,/ the lovely fair maid did the same,/ But soon as she awaked/ against Morpheus did complain;


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WHEN I was young and youth did bloom,/ where fancy snar'd me I did rove,/ from town to town the nation round,

Work_Notes:
13 8-line verses, part of verse 11 lost through damage to book


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COME ye maidens of this city,/ Join with me in this my ditty,

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses, part of verses 2 and 3 lost through damae to book


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OF many gallant Generals,/ Britannia she can boast,/ And many too of them that's there/ for her their lives have lost.


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DOES haughty Gaul Invasion threat?/ then let her Louns beware, Sir,/ We've Wooden-Walls upon the seas,/ and Volunteers on shore, Sir.


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SURE my Jean is Beauty's Blossom,/ blawin' freely in ilka airt,/ Lovely tyrant o' my bosom,/ frae that bow'r she'll ne'er depart.


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NOW ponder well, you parents dear,/ the words which I shall write,/ A doleful story you shall hear,/ in time brought forth to light.


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The Laird who in riches and honour/ wad thrive, should be kindly and free,/ Nor rack the poor tenants, who labour/ to rise aboon poverty:


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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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AS now my bloom comes on a pace,/ the swains begin to teaze me;/ But two who claim the foremost place,/ try different ways to please me.


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


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LET AMBITION fire thy mind,/ thou wert born o'er men to reign,/ Not to follow flocks design'd;/ scorn thy crook, and leave the plain.


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I Am an old man of three score and ten,/ I'm rocking the cradle and making my moan,/ I am an old man, I am three score and ten./ I am rocking the cradle that's none of my own.


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'TWAS on the ev'ning of a winter day,/ when safe returning from a long campaign,/ Allen o'ertoll'd and weary with the way,/ came home to see his Sally once again.


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ALL you that delight in a jocular song,/ come listen unto me a while, Sir,/ I will engage you shall not tarry long,/ before it will make you to smile, Sir.


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LET Epicures boast of their delicate feasts,/ let drunkards enjoy their full bowl;/ If my feast gives content tho' but homely the fare,/ I'll stile it the feast of the Soul.


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PHILLIS, despise not your faithful lover,/ Play not the tyrant, because you are fair;


Title_of_Work:
The pride of Britain; or, The folly of man

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AS in sweet slumber I was laid,/ Poor Conscience was making moan,/ I saw sweet Truth in rags array'd,/ Dejected, and quite alone;


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YE beauties, or such as would beauties be fam'd,/ Lay patches and washes and painting aside,/ Go burn all the glasses that ever was fram'd,/ The gewgaws of fashion, & knicknacks of pride.


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YOU tell me, dear Molly, you love me sincere,/ Be constant and true for a while,/ While I on the ocean brave every fear,/ And drive sorrow away with a smile.


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THomas loved Harriet with a tender flame,/ A lovelier lass ne'er trode the hamlet round,/ While she his love return'd with love the same,/ Until the vile discordant drum did sound./ A recruiting serjeant, with each crafty wile,


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DEar Nancy, I've sail'd the world all around,/ And seven long years been a rover,


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SInce now the world's turn'd upside down,/ and all things chang'd in nature;/ As if a doubt was newly grown,/ we had the same Creator:


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REturn hameward, my heart again,/ and bide where thou was wont to be;/ Tou art a fool to suffer pain,/ For love of one that loves not thee:


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IT was in the month of April,/ one morning by the dawn,/ When violets and cowslips,/ bestrewed every lawn;


Title_of_Work:
The shepherd's lament for the loss of his sweetheart

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AS I was walking one morning in May, The fields were adorn'd, the meadows were gay,/ The trees in great branches were cover'd with young,/ And the small birds round me so sweetly did sing.


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


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A Sweet country life is both pleasant & charming,/ For to walk abroad in a fine summer's morning,/ Your houses and cities, and lofty fine towers,/ Can never compare to the sweet shady bowers.


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WHEN rous'd by the trumpet's loud clangor to arms,/ Reluctant I quitted Eliza's bright charms;/ Tho' honour commanded, yet love fill'd my mind,


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YE muses assist me, I'd have you draw near,/ and guide both my hand and my pen,/ These lines for to write, and I'll make it appear,/ how maids are deceiv'd by young men,/ Young men, how maids are deceiv'd by young men.


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THERE was a bold cripple, who kept the highway,/ Who begg'd for his living all times of the day,/ Night coming on, at the evening went he,/ This cripple of Cornwall, so nimble was he.


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THERE was a shepherd's daughter,/ kept sheep on yonder hill./ There was a knight and he was bright,/ who fain would have his will.

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18 4-line verse narrative and 4-line chorus


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LET Fops pretend in flames to melt,/ And talk of pain they never felt,/ We sailors scorn disguise and art,/ and with our hands bestow our heart.


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SOME people speak of Hector's deeds,/ and Alexander's fame,/ Some of proud Nero's tyrannies,/ but no such thing we'll name;


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'TIS now since I sat down before,/ this foolish fort, a heart,/ (Time strangely spent) a year or more,/ and still I did my part.


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ROY'S wife of Aldivalloch,/ Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Ken ye how she cheated me,/ As I came by the Braes of Balloch.


Title_of_Work:
The happy relief: or, O'er the muir amang the heather

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MARY mourn'd in formal weeds,/ the death of Roy of Aldivalloch,/ While her soul with passion burn'd,/ for Johny and the braes of Balloch.

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses and 4-line chorus, each followed by two-line verse ending


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TO hug yourself in perfect ease,/ What would you wish for more than these?/ A healthy, clean paternal seat,/ Well shaded from the summer heat.


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BOLD Britons with courage advance/ upon this present occasion;/ Revenge your wrongs on proud France,/ who threatens you with an invasion.


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WHEN I was a young man,/ I bore a valiant mind,/ For to cross the raging sea/ it was my whole design;


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TIBBY Fowler in the Glen,/ Has o'er mony wooing at her,


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O Would you know what sacred charms,/ This destin'd heart of mine alarms,/ What kind of nymph the Heav'n's decree,/ The maid that's made for love and me.


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'TWAS on the morning of the Fair,/ As I thither did repair,/ Carts and coaches did arrive,


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COME all you that love to be merry,/ draw near unto my song,/ It is of a jest in Lincolnshire/ that lately has been done:


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BRitons to arms yourselves prepare,/ Honour and glory call to war,/ Britons to arm yourselves prepare, &c.

Work_Notes:
1 7-line verse plus repeated line, 3 5-line verses plus repeated lines, closing 6-line verse


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MY Patie is a lover gay,/ his mind is never muddy;/ His breath is sweeter than new hay,/ his face is fair and ruddy.


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PEGGY now the King's come,/ Peggy now the King's come,/ Thou may dance, and I shall sing,


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THERE was a jovial Miller once,/ liv'd on the river Dee,/ That work'd and sung from morn to night,/ no lark more blythe than he;


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EArly one morning, a jolly brisk Tar,/ signal being given for sailing,/ Nimbly stept down, and told his dear,/ who was of her loss bewailing.


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TO charming Celia's arms I flew,/ and there all night I feasted;/ No creature such transports ever knew,/ no mortal ever tasted.


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THE summer breezes fann'd the sea,/ and wav'd the fragrant bow'r;/ When Mary sigh'd for Jamie dear,/ each long and tedious hour:


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LOOSE every sail to the breeze,/ the course of the vessel improve,/ I've done with the toils of the sea,/ sailors I'm bound to my love.


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BY the gayly circling glass,/ We can see how minutes pass:/ By the hollow casks are told,/ How the waining night grows old.


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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 mark - Nine!


Title_of_Work:
The jolly sailor's true description of a man of war

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WHen first on board a man of war/ we go, whether by press or enter,/ And along-side of uor ship we come,/ we boldly in her venture;


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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 ever are free,

Work_Notes:
1 8-line verse, 4-line chorus and 4 4-line verses


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DEAR Chloe, come give me sweet kisses,/ for sweeter no girl ever gave;/ But why in the midst of my blisses,/ do you ask me how many I'd have.


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I LO'E na a laddie but ane,/ he loves na lassie but me,


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INTO this town a Barber lives,/ O he's a gallant shaver;/ So nimbly he makes his razor go,/ his hand doth never waver.


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ABROAD as I was walking,/ down by yon river-side,/ There I heard a fair maid cry,/ that she long'd to be a bride.


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THERE was a wife won'd in a glen,/ And she had doughters nine or ten,/ That sought the house baith but and ben,/ To find their mam a sneeshing.


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CYnthia frowns whene'er I woo her,/ Yet she's vex'd if I give over,/ Much she fears I should undo her,


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THERE is not a taylor in all London town,/ That can shape Newcastle's fair Lady a gown;/ Her belly's turn'd big, and her face pale and wan,/ She's fallen with child to her own servant man.


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IN this fair town there lived a couple,/ A man and a maid both gallant and gay,/ Who longtime had courted, but nothing of wedding


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WHENE'ER I meet my Celia's eyes,/ Sweet raptures in my bosom rise,/ My feet forget to move.:/ She too declines her lovely head,


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HAPPY the world in that bless'd age,/ when beauty was not bought and sold,


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OF all the brave birds that ever I see,/ The owl is the fairest in every degree,/ For all day long she sits in a tree,


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CHAP. I,/ Dr. Faustus' birth and education: with an account of his falling from the Scriptures./ DOCTOR JOHN FAUSTUS was born in Germany; his father was a poor labouring man,


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

Work_Notes:
23-page collection of 932 one-line proverbs arranged alphabetically


Title_of_Work:
The life and adventures of Frederick Baron Trenck

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


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It is to be observed, that the Scripture makes mention of three Judasses; the first is Judas Maccabeus; the second Judas the son of Joseph, the reputed father of our Lord; and the third Judas Iscariot, the son of a tanner,


Title_of_Work:
Jerusalem's black tribunal; or, The bloody sentence of the Jews against our blessed lord and saviour Jesus Christ

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CAIPHAS./ Better one man should die, than all perish./ JEHOSOPHAT./ Let him be bound, and kept fast in chains.


Title_of_Work:
The sentence of death passed on Jesus Christ, by Pontius Pilate

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I, Pontius Pilate, Judge in Jerusalem, under the most potent Tiberius, happy and prosperous be his reign,


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THUS was the Lord of Life condemn'd/ On Calv'ry's Mount to die,


Title_of_Work:
The miserable and awful end of the traitor Judas

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NOW JUDAS, the Traitor, having heard all that was done, repented of what he had done,

Work_Notes:
2-page narrative including1 4-line verse passage and a passage of 2 4-line verses


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I have heard that nothing gives an author so great pleasure as to find his works respectfully quoted by other learned authors.


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WHEN I was a child at seven years old, my friends, on a a holiday, filled my pockets with coppers. I went directly to a shop, where they sold toys for children,


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"Oh! that man should put an enemy into their mouths to steal away their brains." SHAKESPEARE./ "All the enemies of the earth do not destroy so many of the human race, or alienate so much property as drunkenness." LORD BACON./ IF you wish to be always…


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OH! tell me bonnie young lassie!/ O tell me young lassie how for to woo!


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I've seen the smiling of fortune beguiling;/ I've tasted her favours, and felt her decay:


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A lassie fair (the deil-ma-care)/ Ance slighted me and a' that;/ But tho' I'm poor, you're very sure/ I dinna like to claw that;

Work_Notes:
tune - For a' that and a' that. 4 8-line verses


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THE lasses fain wad hae frae me/ A sang to keep them a' in glee,/ While ne'er a ane I hae to gie,/ But only Daintie Davie.


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WHAN Kimmer and I were groom and bride,/ We had twa pint stoups at our bedside;/ Sax times fu' and sax times dry,/ And raise for drouth - my Kimmer and I.


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HOPE told a flattering tale,/ That joy would soon return;/


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SOME talk of Alexander,/ and some of Hercules,/ Of Hector and Lysander,/ and such great men as these,


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YOU charming ladies one and all, Give ear unto me great and small,/ And I will let you understand,/ What I have suffered in this land.

Work_Notes:
27 4-line verse narrative, some text missing through cropping to pages


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Up amang yon cliffy rocks,/ Sweetly rings the rising echo, To the maid who tends the goats

Work_Notes:
3 10-line verses, a few words missingthrough damage to book


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IN London was young Beichan born,/ and foreign actions he long'd to see;/ He pass'd through many kingdoms great,/ till at length he came to Turkey,


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COME, ye lads, who wish to shine/ Bright in future story,/ Haste to arms, and form the line/ that leads to martial glory.

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses and 7(should be 4?)-line chorus


Title_of_Work:
Jim Crow's first appearance in the gallery

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Here's de leaping Nigger,/ Berry well you kinow;/ Him handsome face and figure,/ Jumping Jim Crow.


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I come from ole Kentucky a long time ago,/ When I first learnt bto wheel about, an' jump Jim/ Crow.


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In New York, I went to a nigger meeting,/ It was on a Sunday night,/ To see old broder Clem,/ Dat dey say can read and write.


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I sabe up all de pennies,/ And wid a sixpence toder day,/ I went to de Surry Teatre,

Work_Notes:
2 8-line verses and 4-line chorus from previous item


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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, good natur'd nor / witty;


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IT chanced of late a shepherd swain,/ that went to seek his straying sheep,/ Within a thicket on a plain,/ espy'd a dainty maid asleep.


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TO my muse give attention,/ and deem it not a mystery,/ If we jumble together music,/ poetry, and history:/ The times to display in/ the days of Queen Bess, Sir,


Title_of_Work:
The golden days we now possess. A sequel to the favourite Song of good Q. Bess.

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IN the praise of Queen BESS,/ lofty songs have been sung, Sir;/ And her fame has been echo'd/ by old and by young, Sir;


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SYLVIA was tender soft and young,/ the wonder of the plain;/ The theme of every shepherd's song,/ and author of his pain.


Title_of_Work:
The glorious victory by Sir John Borlase Warren over the French fleet on the coast of Ireland, near Loch Swilly, with the taking and bringing into the Clyde, one of the French frigates, by the Mellampus, commanded by capt. Moor a native of Glasgow

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YOU muses attend me, I mean for to write,/ Of the glories of Britain in the year ninety eight,/ When Warren and Nelson, these men of renown,/ Resolved the victory of Duncan to crown.

Work_Notes:
9 4-line verse narrative and 'Derry down, dow, hey derry down' chorus


Title_of_Work:
Rodney's conquest; or, British resolution

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BRITONS to arms, and let us unite together,/ To humble proud France and Spain, now's youy/ time or never;/ To victory my boys, see Rodney rules the waves,


Work_Notes:
5 8-line verse narrative and 2 4-line choruses


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'TWAS on the morning of the Fair,/ As I thither did repair,/ Carts and coaches did arrive,/ And on the road were all alive;


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PURSUING beauty, men descry,/ the distant shore, and long to prove,/ (still richer in variety)/ the treasure of the land of love.


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O Would you know what sacred charms,/ This destin'd heart of mine alarms,/ What kind of nymph the Heaven's decree,/ The maid that's made for love and me.


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ABROAD as I was walking,/ down by yon river side,/ There I heard a fair maid cry,/ that she long'd to be a bride.


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INTO this town a Barber lives,/ O he's a gallant shaver;/ So nimbly he makes his razor go,/ his hand doth never waver:


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THERE was a wife won'd in a glen,/ Ande she had daughters nine or ten,/ The sought the house baith but and ben,/ to find their mam a sneeshing.


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YOUNG lovers all, I pray, draw near,/ Unto these lines which I have here,/ How a young Lady was undone,/ By loving of a Farmer's Son,


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


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I AM a brisk young lively lass,/ a little more than twenty;/ And by my comely air and dress,/ I can have sweethearts plenty:


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ON Newgate steps Jack Chance was found,/ And bred up near St. Gile's pound,/ (My story's true, deny it who can,)/ By saucy leering Billingsgate Nan.


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ONCE I a chosen Member was,/ I highly was respected,/ In Lodge-rules and taught in schools,

Work_Notes:
8 8-line verse narrative and 'lal de dal, lal de dal, lad adle al de dal' chorus


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COME all courageous 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,/ and never yet was such,


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YOU Gentlemen of England,/ that live at home at ease,/ O little do you know/ the dangers of the seas;


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CAULD be the rebels cast,/ oppressors base and bloody,/ I hope we'll see them at the last/ hung a' up in a woody.


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TIBBY Fowler in the Glen./ Has o'er mony wooing at her,/ Tibby Fowler in the Glen,/ Has o'er mony wooing at her.


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COME brave honest Jack Tar,/ once more will you venture,/ Press warrants they are out,/ I would rather have you to enter:


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THIS world's a stage,/ On which mankind engage,/ And each acts his part in the throng;/ But all is confusion,/ Mere folly, delusion,/ And faith nothing else but a song,

Work_Notes:
13 8-line verses including repeated lines


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MY name is Dick Brady boys,/ a man that loves pleasure,/ For toping and fuddling,/ I am always at leisure;


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I Dream'd a dream last night;/ God keep me free from sorrow;/ I dream'd I pu'd the birks sae green,/ wi' my true love on Yarrow.


Title_of_Work:
The matrimonial farce; or, Three weeks after marriage

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WILLY after courting long,/ marry'd me on Sunday;/ All that day I held my tongue,/ but scolded him on Monday;


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JOHN ANDERSON my Joe John,/ I wonder what you mean,/ You rise so soon in the morning,/ and sit up sae late an e'en;


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SWeet Polly of Plymouth was my dear,/ when forc'd from her to go,

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses plus repeated last 4 lines of first verse


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IN good King Charles's golden days,/ when loyalty had no harm in't,/ A zealous High-church-man I was,/ and so I got preferment;


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MAIDENS, let your lover, languish,/ if you'd have them constant prove,/ Doubts, and fears, and sighs, anf anguish,/ are the chains that fasten love.

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses, plus first verse repeated as chorus to verses 2 and 3


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ALL may fly, but I'll keep my station,/ By Jove 'tis a droll emigration,/ How pleasant to travel all day,/ No turn-pikes nor post boys to pay.


Title_of_Work:
A new song on tobacco, called Oh hon, O rie!

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OH hon, O rie! Oh hon, O rie!/ for my poor mouth and nose man,/ As tobacco now we'll no more pri',/ since Yankie's turn'd our foes man.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Whirry Whigs awa' man. 16 4-line verses


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WHY we love and wht we hate,/ is not given to us to know;/ Random, Chance, or wilful Fate,/ guides the shaft from Cupid's bow.


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THE tither morn, when I, forlorn,/ aneath an aik sat moaning,/ I did no trow, I'd see my jo/ aside me 'gain the gloaming,

Work_Notes:
Tune - Push about the jorum. 6 4-line verses


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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:

Work_Notes:
Tune - Johnny's green breeks. 3 8-line verses


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YOU brave and warlike heroes/ that to the sea belong,/ It's worth your whole attention/ to listen to my song:/ The second day of May from/ St. Helen's we set sail,


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THAT Willie's won my tender heart,/ I never will deny,/ Alike he feels the pleasing smart,/ and heaves the tender sigh;


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MY love he has ta'en on a bold sailor to be,/ The French & the Spaniards I long for the see,/ He's enter'd with Bridport and his companie,/ And left his poor wife and small family


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YOU all must have heard, and long will remember,/ How Monsieur set sail in the month of December;/ His purse it was light and few stores in his pantry, Which brought him to anchor in th' Irish Bay Bantry.

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses and 'fal lal deral lal deral lal' chorus


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ALL you good people I pray you attend,/ Unto these few verses which here I have penn'd./ Concerning provisions that are very dear,/ Nor like to be cheaper in this present year.


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LONG time I have courted a bonny fair maid,/ But now for to marry her I am afraid,/ If she prove with child, my sorrow begins,/ Then I must provide both blankets and pins,


Title_of_Work:
The maid's answer (to The faint-hearted batchelor)

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YOU silly poor fellow, forbear now to rue,/ If ever I marry it shan't be with you,

Work_Notes:
2 4-line verses (line 3 of verse 1 partly lost through cropping to book) and 2-line chorus


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COntentment consists not in wealth I'm sure,/ Nor yet in a great store of riches,/ For although that my winning be bery sma',/ Yet I have contentment, that's best of a'.


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TEars wash my sad cheeks whilst I relate the story,/ of Henry the bravest of all British Tars,/ Cover'd with laurels, surrounded with glory,


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WHen I was a young lad my fortune was bad,/ if e'er I do well, 'tis a wonder;/ I spent all my means on whores, bauds, and queans,/ then I got a commission to plunder,

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses and 'Fal lal, re ral, etc.' chorus


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FROM Halifax harbour we sail'd,/ it was the beginning of May,/ Our anchors we never once dropt,/ till in Lawrence River we lay;


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WHAT dreadful news, alarming sound,/ and warlike drums do echo round,/ And breatless soldiers spread the ground,/ in that once happy happy Ireland;


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THrough all the employments of life,/ each neighbour abuses his brother,/ Whore and rogue they call husban & wife,/ all professions be-rogue one another;


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MY heart is a breaking, dear tittie,/ some counsel unto me come len,/ To ander them a' it's a pity,/ but what will I do wi' Tam Glen?

Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses plus repeated last 2 lines of each verse


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WHAN Katie was scarce out nineteen,/ O but she had tw coal black een,/ A bonnier lass ye cou'd nae seen/ In a' the carse o' Gowrie.


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WHY, don't you know me by my scars?/ I'm soldier Dick come from the wars,/ Where many a head without a hat/ Crowd honour's bed: but what of that!

Work_Notes:
1 5-line and 3 4-line verses with 7-line chorus


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BY moonlight on the green,/ where lads and lasses stray,/ How sweet the blossom'd bean!/ how sweet the new made hay!


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OUR trade to work in clay began,/ ere the first man was made; For out of clay was made this man, and thus began our trade.


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WHen'e'er I think on that dear spot,/ On which I fix'd my rural cot;/ Then when my Rose hung on my arm,/ All free from guile, and free from harm,

Work_Notes:
4 6-line verses plus repeated last 2 lines of each verse


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COME never seem to mind it,/ nor count your fate a curse,/ However sad you find it,/ yet some body's worse.


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A Soldier and a Sailor,/ A Tinker and a Taylor,/ Had once a doubtful strife, Sir,/ Whose name was buxom Joan,


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I Left my parents in disgrace,/ Since I've left my native place,/ I dare not look them in the face,

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses and 5-line nonsense word chorus


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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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MUst peace and pleasure's melting strain,/ For ever in this circle reign?/ while the muse with ardour glows,


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I Was anes a weel tocher'd lass,/ my mother left dollars to me,/ But now I'm brought to a poor pass,/ my step dame has gart them flee.


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FAME let thy trumpet sound,/ Let Ocean's depths resound,/ Great Nelson's name;


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GOD prosper long our noble King,/ our lives and safeties all,/ A woful hunting once there did/ in Chevy-Chace befal.


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IN ancient times when nations broke,/ the galling bonds of slav'ry;/ And tyrants fell beneath the stroke/ of liberty and bravery:


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TO make the most of fleeting time,/ should be our great endeavour;/ For love we now are in our prime,/ the time is now or never.


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GOOD people all I pray draw near,/ Both rich and poor my council hear,/ 'Tis my best advice to young and old,/ So hear the truth I now unfold.// 'Tis no wonder this land's in distress,/ When vice goes on with such excess;


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MARY mourn'd in formal weeds,/ the death of Roy of Aldivalloch;/ While her soul with passion burn'd,/ for Johnny and the braes of Balloch.

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses plus 4-line chorus plus 2 repeated lines for first 4 verses and addditional 2 lines for last verse


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WHEN the shepherd seeks to woo,/ mind them lest they faithless prove,/ But if once you find them true,/ fear not to reward their love.


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JOVIAL mortals fill your glasses,/ noble deeds are done by wine;


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WHile Sylvia strikes the trembling strings,/ she charms with melody divine;/ But if a melting air she sings,/ in concert all the muses join.


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A Sailor courted a Farmer's Daughter,/ whose living was in the wild of Kent,/ But mark I pray you what follow'd after,/ he waited long or she gave consent:

Work_Notes:
26 8-line verse narrative in 3 parts (9 verses, 10 verses, 7 verses)


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LET gay ones and great,/ Make the most of their fate:/ From pleasure to pleasure they run:/ Well, who cares a jot,/ I envy them not,/ While I have my dog and my gun.


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IN Gosport of late a young damsel did dwell,/ for wit and for beauty did many excel;/ A young man did court her for to be his dear,. And he by his trade was a ship carpenter.


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'TIS vain to dispute of a shoe or a boot,/ The Muses inspire my sonnet,/ My aim is to sing of a much better thing,/ And the thing that I mean is a bonnet, brave boys,


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SINCE drinking has power to bring us relief,/ Come fill up the bowl, and the pox on al grief,/ If we find that won't do, we'll have such another;


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YOU virgins attend, and believe me your friend,/ and with patience give ear to my plan,/ Let it never be said, you will die an old maid,/ but get married as soon as you can.


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AS I lay a musing the shepherds among,/ Up one of them started and sang me a song,/ He sang it so sweetly which caus'd me to stay,/ To the praise of the Stewartry of brave Galloway


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FArewel to Great Britain since we leave the shore,/ Perhaps we shall see thee dear island no more;


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WHEN innocent pastime our pleasure did crown,/ upon a green meadow or under a tree,/ Ere Annie became a fine Lady in town,/ how lovely, and loving, and bonny was she?


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THESE lines from your lover, dear Jenny receive,/ At Carlisle confin'd, will make you to grieve,/ I prisoner was taken at Culloden plain:/ I wish in that battle that I had been slain.


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O BILLY, thy letter cuts me to the heart,/ To think that for ever I from thee must part,/ Your Non-jurant teachers have brought you to this,


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I Have been in love, and in debt, and in drink,/ These many and many a year;


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THere was a young Captain was married of late,/ It was to a young maid with a large estate,/ He was a sea Captain, and bound for the sea,/ And before he was bedded he was called away.


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ON the first day of June, in the year ninety-four,/ The ensigns of France were empurpl'd with gore;

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses plus 'Hearts of Oak are our ships, etc.' chorus


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THE rising Aurora new gilds the sweet morn,/ And renders all eager to welcome the horn,


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I AM a young lover that's sorely oppress'd,/ Enthrall'd by a fair one and can find no rest;/ Her name I'll not mention, though wounded I be,/ By Cupid's keen arrow for Gragal ma Chree.


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HArd by a clear river in the sweet month of May,/ In search of my true love I happ'ned to stray,/ I heard a young damsel there loudly complain,/ In sorrow for parting from her darling swain.


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THe lark doth invite the dull sportsman with song,/ Haste away, see the hounds eager trip it along

Work_Notes:
tune - Bright Phoebus. 3 4-line verses and 2-line chorus


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A Walking, a talking, and a walking was I,/ To meet my sweet Billy, he'll come by and by,/ to meet him in the meadows is all my delight,


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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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IT fell on a time 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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HAPPY the world in that blass'd age,/ when beauty was not bought and sold,/ When the fair maid was uninflam'd/ with the mean thirst of baneful gold.

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses, plus last two lines of verses 1 & 2 repeated


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ALEXIS shun'd his fellow swains,/ Their rural sports and jocund strains,/ (Heav'n guard us all from Cupid's bow;)


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IN my pleasant native plains,/ wing'd with bliss each moment flew,/ Nature there inspir'd the strains,/ simple as the joys I knew;


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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 flees she,


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AS pretty Nancy lay lamenting,/ All for the loss of her sailor bold,/ A letter came to her directed,/ Her love was lodged in Plymouth sound,


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BRIAN O'LIN was a Connaught man born,/ His head it was bald, & his beard it was shorn;/ His temples far out, and his eyes far in,/ I'm a wonderful beauty says Bryan O'Lin.


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WHY Molly, my girl, do you whimper & sob,/ and sigh till your heart's like to burst? What tho' a rude bullet should strike off my non,Mine surely will not be the first:


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IT fell on a time 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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HE/ ADIEU, for a while my native green plains,/ My nearest relations, & neighbouring swains,/ Dear Nelly, frae these I'd part easily free,/ Were minutes not ages, while absent frae thee.

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verse dialogue between 'he' and 'she'


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ON a primrose bank, by a murmuring stream,/ Pastora was singing and I was her theme;/ Whilst charm'd with her beauty behind a green bush,/ I listen'd to hear the sweet tale with a blush


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OF all the Scottish northern chiefs,/ of high and warlike fame,/ The bravest was Sir James the Ross,/ a Knight of meikle fame.


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COme listen young lovers a while, and you'll find,/ That crosses attend often true lovers kind,/ The like in all ages was never in print,/ No doubt but this story will give you content.

Work_Notes:
57 4-line verse narrative in 4 parts (of 11,13,13 1nd 19 verses)


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THE song that I'm going to sing,/ I hope it will give you content;/ Concerning a silly old man/ that was going to pay his rent.


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YE females of every station,/ give ear to my frolicksome song,/ The like was ne'er done in the nation,/ 'twas done by a female so young.


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WE marched out from Scotland, the fourteenth day of May,/ Our colours they were flying,/ and soldiers brisk and gay.


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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 voyages to sea.


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PART I,/ ALL you that delight in a jest that is true,/ Give ear to these lines I unfold unto you,/ I'm sure you will smile when these lines you do hear,/ This frolick was acted in fair Dorsetshire.

Work_Notes:
49 4-line verse narrative in 3 parts (of 13, 18 and 18 verses)


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TO take in good part the squeeze of the hand,/ That languish of lovers who dare not demand, And then with another as close and as dear,/ You've made him believe his happiness near.

Work_Notes:
5 4-line verses plus repeatedlast line of each verse


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WHen Strephon to Chloe made love his pretence,/ 'Twas all but a sham, his main aim was her pence,


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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 morning to night.


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COME all young fellows I pray give attention/ pray take my advice now just in your prime,/ Your time is wasting, old age is a coming,


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AS I was a walking myself on the shore,/ The winds they were high, and the billows did/ roar,/ With the noise of the waves and the waters all round,/ I heard a sad voice with a sorrowful sound,


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AS my cows I was milking just now in the vale,/ Young Alexis advanc'd, and told me a fond tale,/ Such a tale gentle maidens, believe what I say,/ I with pleasure could wait for to hear it all day.


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TWO wealthy old merchants of late as we hear,/ Each possest an estate of three thousand a year,/ The one had a daughter of beauty and truth,/ The other a son, a most excellent youth.


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GREAT WILLIAM, our renowned King,/ And in the glory of the Spring,/ Went forth to take the pleasant air,/ Into a comely country there.


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YOU that love mirth, attend to my song,/ A moment you can never better employ;/ Sawny and Teague were trudging along,/ A bonny Scots lad, and an Irish dear-joy;/ They neither before had seen a wind-mill,/ Nor had they heard ever of any such name;


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WITH ev'ry grace young Strephon chose,/ His person to adorn,/ That by the beauties of his face,/ In Sylvia's love he might find a place,/ And wondred at her scorn.


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SUbjected to the power of love,/ By Nell's resistell charms,/ The fancy fix'd, no more can rove,/ Or fly love's soft alarms


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AS I was walking one morning in May, The small birds were singing delightful & gay,/ There I with my true love did often sport and play,/ Down among the bonny Beds of Roses.


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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 yeasterday.


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AS I was a walking the streets up and down,/ I saw my young landlady drest in a silk gown,/ With my elbows all out, my breeches out at knee,/ See how my young landlady frowns upon me.


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IN city, town, and village, my fancy oft has rov'd,/ A Phillis and a Chloe, I ev'ry where have lov'd,/ But, tir'd with variety, to marriage I'm inclin'd,


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SINCE honour has attended upon the marriage/ state,/ And from the torch of Hymen our happiness we/ date,/ If e'er the Fates ordain it that I should be a wife,/ Then picture I will draw of the partner of my life.


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THERE liv'd long ago in a country place,/ A clever young lad that lov'd a sweet lass:


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YE Nymphs and Sylvan Gods,/ That love green fields and woods,/ When Spring newly born, herself doth adorn./ With flow'rs and blooming buds:

Work_Notes:
'To its own proper tune'. 6 9-line verses


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MY love she was born in the north country wide,/ Surrounded with lofty mountains on ev'ry side,/ She is the fairest creature that ever I did see,


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A Lady's daughter in the west,/ about the age of twenty,/ And she had sweethearts of the best,/ both Lords and 'Squires in plenty.


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O The sad and dismal story/ which proceeds from Spithead coast,/ The Royal George and all her glory,/ there unfortunately are lost.


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O'ER half the sky the blushing dawn/ her purple ves- had spread/ When Sally cross'd the dewy lawn,/ with milk-pail on her head.


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BLow on soft winds, descend soft rain,/ to soothe my tender woes;


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TEN years, like Troy, my stubborn heart,/ withstood the assault of fond desire:/ But now, alas! I feel the smart,/ poor I, like Troy, am set on fire.


Title_of_Work:
The crafty miller; or, the mistaken batchelor

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YOU gallants of Britain, I pray now draw near,/ The tricks of the miller you quickly shall hear,/ A gentleman had a fine water mill,/ An in it this poor honest miller did dwell,

Work_Notes:
17 6-line verse narrative and 'Fal lal de ral, la de, etc,' chorus


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FAREWEL to spring, virgins and wives,/ Blithe bloom when saffron grows dark,/ Our harvest is come, come lads to your reaping,/ Your sickles are keen, come lads to your reaping,/ Come lasses to gleen, plough, and sow.


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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,

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verse narrative and 4-line chorus


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'TWas down in a valley, by the side of a grove,/ By a clear chrystal fountain I saw my true love,


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HArk! the huntsman's begun to sound the shrill/ horn,/ come quickly unkennel the hounds,


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IT blows a fresh and pleasant gale,/ into the South, near to the Strand;/ I met a Frigate under sail;/ still she wanted to be mann'd.


Title_of_Work:
Fair Margaret's misfortunes; or, Sweet William's dream on his wedding-night, with the sudden death and burial of these noble lovers

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AS it fell out upon a day/ two lovers they sat on a hill;/ They sat together a long summer's day,/ and could not take their fill.


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WAS there ever a man/ so plagu'd with a wife,/ AS I poor Anthony am?/ For I'm weary of my life,/ By marrying of a wife,/ And can't please her do all that I can.


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ALL on the pleasant banks of Tweed,/ young Jocket won my heart,/ None play'd so sweet on oaten reed,/ or sung with so much art;


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LAST night as I came into town,/ I was both wet and weary,/ Into a tavern I did go,/ hoping relief was near me:


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LECTUR'D by Pa and Ma o'er night,/ Monday, at ten, qu[i]te vex'd and jea[l]ous,/ Resolv'd in future to be right/ and never listen to the fellows!


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HIghland Donald, swore a wife/ was not so great an evil,/ And any but a husband's life,/ was sure a Highland devil.


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FILL your glasses, banish care,/ Wealth and worldly care despise,/ Sorrow ne'er can bring relief;/ Joys from drinking will arise.


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HIGHLAND Donald's got a wife,/ and O! an he be wordie o' her;/For every night that he comes hame,/ he claws the Highland hurdies o' her.


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SAW ye Jenny Nettles,/ Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles,/ Saw ye Jenny Nettles,/ coming frae the market;


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THE maltman comes on Monday,/ he craves wonder sair,/ Cries "Dame come gi'e me my siller,/ "or malt ye sall ne'er get mair."


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YOU fire-side companions who merrily bouse,/ Along with your neighbours a-reading the news,/ O little you mind, and as little you know/ The hardships and dangers we sailors undergo.


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BE still, O ye winds, and attentive ye swains,/ 'Tis Phebe invites and replies to my strains,/ The sun never rose on (search all the world thro')/ A shepherd so blest, or a fair one so true. A, etc.

Work_Notes:
9 4-line verses, including verse dialogue between Colin and Phebe


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I'LL tell you a jest that lately was done,/ Concerning the Bishop of Canterbury,/ Who for his good house-keeping, & his good cheer,/ Was forced before King John to appear.

Work_Notes:
22 4-line verse narrative and -line 'Derry down, down, hey derry down' chorus


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THE nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind,/ No less than a wonder by nature design'd:


Title_of_Work:
The drunkard's consolation, on the ale being raised

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AT a house of great fame for a pipe and a pot,/ Where some are so foolish to spend all they've/ got,/ A meeting was held on a weighty affair,/ And timothy Smith was set in the chair.


Title_of_Work:
The election; or, the description of a Coalition weather cock

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NOt far from St James's there lives it is true,/ a man whose transactions I mean to review,/ He's a rumbelly'd sinner, he wears buff and blue,/ with a down down, up and down,/ Down derry, derry up and down, down derry down.


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YOU beautiful damsels that've felt Cupid's dart,/ List to me a young maid wounded to the heart,/ For the loss of my Henry a young sailor is he,/ It was my cruel father that forc'd him from me.


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NOW Britons attend, while I give you a song,/ The words are all right, tho' the nation's wrong,/ The heads you'll allow are grown very headstrong.

Work_Notes:
tune - The roast beef of old England. 10 3-line verses and 2-line chorus


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'TWas down in a valley, by the side of a grove,/ By a clear chrystal fountain I saw my true love,/ The birds were a singing, the lambs were at play,/ On a bank of sweet violets she carelessly lay.


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DUKE Hamilton was as fine a Lord,/ Lal de ral la de re da lal,/ As ever Scotland could afford,/ Fal lal de ral lal de re./ For personal valour few was there,/ Could with his grace the Duke compare,/ How he was murdered you shall hear./ Fal lal de ral. . .

Work_Notes:
13 7-line verse narrative include 'fal lal de ral' 2-line choruses


Title_of_Work:
Capt. Glen's unhappy voyage to New Barbary

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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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WHEN Infancy to Manhood grew,/ some beauty touch'd my heart;/ From vein to vein love's light'ning flew,/ with painful pleasing smart:


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THE first time that I did thee see,/ it was in Aberdeen Peggy,/ O sweet and lovely was thy face,/ and douse grey was thy een Peggy;


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AS I came in by Tiviot-side,/ and by the braes of Branksome,/ There first I saw my bonny bride/ young smiling, sweet and handsome;


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THE young laird of Logie is to prison cast,/ Carmichael's the keeper of the key,/ Lady Marg'ret the Queen's cousin is very sick,/ and it is all for the love of young Logie.


Title_of_Work:
The sailor's epitaph; or, Jack under the hatches

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HERE a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling,/ the darling of our crew,/ No more he'll hear the tempest howling,/ for Death hath brought him to.


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ONCE more kind Muses it is your duty,/ for to infuse me with verse sublime,/ My subject surely in now amusing/ as you have choose me for to define.


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THE ruddy morn blinks 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 king me tent,


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JOCKY said to Heany, Jeany, wilt thou do't?/ Ne'er a fit, quo' Jenny, for my tocher-good,


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O Daughter! O daughter! Marry a man,/ That gets his living all on the land;/ 'Tis do your endeavour, do all that you can,/ That the first night he may be at your command./ For don't marry with a sailor then,/ For they're a ranting, roaring sort of men,


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ONE ev'ning of late in a pleasant valley,/ as I lay musing, I chanc'd to spy,/ A youth approaching was melancholy,/ as he lay weeping most bitterly.


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GO kill me some venison, said Robin Hood,/ go kill me a good fat deer,/ For the Bishop of Hartford is to dine with me,/ and he shall pay well for his share,

Work_Notes:
19 4-line verse narrative plus repeated last line of each verse as chorus


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YOu nymphs & shepherds that join in the throng,/ Pray tarry a while on the beat of my song,/ My story, tho' simple, 'tis true that I tell,/ I hope it will please you all wonderful well.


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SWEET cowslips I cry, and ground-ivy I sell,/ And round about London am known mighty well;


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THE sails unfurl'd, the ship unmoor'd,/ Her course to steer, all hands on board,/ Propitious every gale;/ Fair Betty on the beach deplores,/ Her sailor bound to distant shores,


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PART I./ BATCHELORS of ev'ry station,/ Mark and hear this true relation,/ Which in truth to you I bring,/ Never was a stranger thing.

Work_Notes:
53 4-line verse narrative in 4 parts (of 12, 10, 14, 17 verses)


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YOUR charms to ruin led the way,/ My sense deprav'd,/ My strength enslav'd;


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OF modest maids in single weeds,/ I've nothing for to say man,/ But 'gainst the game of hawking wench,/ I'll tell you and you'll stay man.

Work_Notes:
10 8-line verses plus 4-line chorus which is last 4 lines of first verse


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PREPAR'D to rail, resolv'd to part,/ when I approach the perjur'd fair,/ What is it awes my tim'rous heart?


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THE ploughman's he's a bonny lad,/ and all his work's at leisure,/ And when that he comes hame at e'en,/ he kisses me with pleasure.


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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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WE sons of Old Scotia, with hearts true as steel,/ Enraptur'd, our Ancestors' spirit we feel;/ Rising equal to danger, thus boldly we dare/ Bid the Corsican Tyrant of us to beware,

Work_Notes:
6 6-line verses plus last 2 lines of each verse repeated as chorus


Title_of_Work:
The resolute lady; or, Fortunate footman


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THere was an auld wife had a wee pickle tow,/ An' she wad gae try the spinning o't,/ She looted her down, an' her rock took a low,/ And that was a bad beginning o't.


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YOU wanton maids who want to range,/ the country round about;/ Both night and day, to seek and search,/ to find young gallants out./


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HE./ CAST, my love, thine eyes around,/ see the sportive lamkins play,/ Nature daily decks the ground,/ All in honour of the May./ like the sparrow and the dove,/ listen to the voice of love.


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WHen trees did bud & fields were green,/ And broom bloom'd fair to see:/ When Mary was complete fifteen,/ and love laugh'd in her eye:


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DOE'S haughty Gaul invasion threat,/ then let the louns beware, Sir;/ There's WOODEN WALLS upon our seas,/ and VOLUNTEERS on shore, Sir.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Push about the jorum. 8 4-line verses


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GOD save great George our King,/ Long live our noble King,/ God save the King.


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JAMIE RANDAL went a hunting,/ a hunting in the dark/ but to his great misfortune,/ he did not miss his mark:


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AS tippling John was jogging on,/ upon a riot night,/ With tottering pace, and fiery face,/ suspicious of high flight;/ The guards who took him by his look,/ for some chief fiery-brand,/ Ask'd whence he came? What was his name?


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THe gypsies cam to our good Lord's gate/ And vow but they sang sweetly;/ The sang sae sweet, and sae very complete, that down came the fair Lady.


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IT was on a day in the middle of April,/ I went to Loughmay the maids to beguile,/ My dear and my jewel, my honey, said she,/ Will ye go to the North Highlands with me.


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THIS life is like a country dance,/ The world a spacious hall room,/ In which so many take a prance,/ They scarcely find for all room;/ Fiddlers and pipers in a row,/ See how the ranks are closing,/ Each strives his neighbour's faults to shew,/ While…


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ALL you pretty fair maids that is both young & old,/ Come listen to my story as true as e'er told,/ 'Tis of a pretty fair maid that liv'd in this country,/ How she did endeavour to court young Rutin Buey.

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10 4-line verse narrative and 2-line 'Musie fa ra la de ri de te dadie' chorus


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YOU nymphs and you shepherds that join in the/ throng,/ Pray tarry a while on the beat of my song,/ My story, tho' simple, 'tis true that I tell,/ I hope it will please you all wonderful well.


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WHen Henry the taylor was twenty years old,/ He began to be ready, couragious and bold,/ He told his old mother he was not in jest,/ He would have a wife as well as the best.


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GOOD people all I pray draw near,/ Both rich and poor my counsel hear,/ 'Tis my best advice for young and old,/ So hear the truth I'll now unfold.


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FOR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove,/ an unrelenting foe to love?/ And when we meet a mutual heart,/ come in between and bid us part!


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WHEN young and artless as the lamb,/ Which plays about its fondling dam,/ Brisk, buxom, pert, and silly;/ I slighted all the manly swains,/ And put my virgin heart in chains,/ For smiling smooth fac'd Willy.


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TO the winds, to the waves, to the woods I complain,/ Ah well-a-day! my poor heart!/ They hear not my sighs, and they heed not my pain:

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5 4 line verses plus repeated last line of each verse


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COME all you couragious seamen,/ and each true hearted soul,/ That means to plough the ocean,/ for honour and for gold;/ Come and enter with bold Hervey,


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INSPIR'D with gen'rous ardour,/ by patriotic zeal,/ Called forth to serve his Majesty,/ and save the common weal;


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O Where are ye going sweet Robin,/ what mak's ye sae proud an' sae shy?/ I ance saw the day little Robin,/ my friendship ye didna deny:


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There's monie bra' Jockies and Jennies,/ comes weel busket into the fair,/ Wi' ribbons on their cockernonies,/ And fouth of bra' flour i' their hair.

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7 8-line verses and 'Sing fal de ral, la de' chorus


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


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O Bess they looks have kill'd my heart!/ I pass the day in pain;/ When night returns I feel the smart,/ and wish for them in vain.


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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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SYLVIA tender soft and young,/ the wonder of the plain;/ The theme of every shepherd's song,/ and author of his pain.

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Tune - Lass of Richmond Hill. 4 4-line verses


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COME ye party jangling swains,/ Leave your flocks and quit the plains,/ Friends to country, or to court,/ Nothing here shall spoil our sport,


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Will'tu come awa', Bona, will'tu come awa',/ Ye've threaten'd lang, but ay sae thrang,/ Ye'll no come out ava Bona.


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AS I was walking up the street,/ it was upon a Monday's eve,/ About the hour of twelve o'clock,

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6 8-line verse narrative with 2 2-line choruses


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THO' far beyond the mountains,/ that look so distant here,/ To fight his country's battles,/ last May-day went my dear;

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4 8-line verses plus repeated last 2 lines of each verse as choruses


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NAE gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,/ Shall ever be my muse's care;/ Their titles a' are empty show;/ Gie me my Highland Lassie O.


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LET gay ones and great/ Make the most of their fate;/ From pleasure to pleasure they run;/ Well, who cares a jot!/ I envy them not,/ While I have my dog and my gun.

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Tune - From the east breaks the morn. 2 6-line verses


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I'M lately return'd from the ocean,/ half my limbs I have lost as you see,/ From the Spaniards I've gain'd a large portion,/ no in search of some kind hearted she.


Title_of_Work:
Imperial chit chat; or, The northern confederacy

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WHEN the Chief of the North/ His vast armies brought forth,/ To teach Monsieur reason, and justice, and a',


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AH! woes me! Poor Willy cry'd,/ see how I'm wasted to a span!/ My heart I lost, when first I spy'd/ the charming lovely milk-maid Nan.


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3 4-line verses, plus repeated last line of each verse


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WHen I think of my lad, I sigh and am sad,/ ofr now he is far from me,/ My daddy was harsh, my mammy was warse,/ that gart him gang yont the sea.


Title_of_Work:
A new song, sung at the meeting of the Perthshire Florist and Vegitable Society

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LAngsyne, when sweet Perth was a meadow,/ And Bertha* near Almond did stand,/ Then farmin' was ta'en little heed o',

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Tune - Woo'd and marry'd an' a'. 7 12-line verses


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GENIUS of Britain's splendid fame,/ inspire the Muse, whose patriot strain/ Sings, what shall raise the BRITISH NAME,/ a height, proud Rome could ne'er attain.


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COME, sit down, my cronnie, an' gie us your crack,/ Let the win' tak the cares o' this life on its back,


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IN Gosport of late a young damsel did dwell,/ For wit and beauty did many excel;/ A young man did court her for to be his dear,/ And he by his trade was a Ship-Carpenter.


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ON the first day of June, in the year ninety-four,/ The ensigns of France were empurpl'd with gore;/ eight sail of the line to our arms made a bow,/ And grac'd the achievements of brave Lord Howe.

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6 4-line verses and 'Hearts of Oak are our ships,&c.' chorus


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SINCE drinking has power to bring us relief,/ Come fill up the bowl, and the pox on all grief,/ If we find that won't do, we'll have such another;


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I WONDER what ails every body,/ and what they're a' bustling about,/ Some's fear'd for yon Corsican Laddie,/ and he's just as fear'd to look out.


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I hope Bonaparte will never come here,/ I hope Bonaparte will never come here,/ For to tak awa' our goods and our gear,/ I hope Bonaparte will never come here.

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses plus repeared last 2 lines of each verse except verse 1


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'TWAS early in the morning, a morning of May,/ A soldier and a lassie was walking astray,/ Close down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow,/ I heard the lass cry, My apron now.


Title_of_Work:
Henry and Maria; or, The soldier's farewel

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THE drums resound, the trumpet calls,/ the parting moment is at hand;/ The streamers on Hibernia's walls/ to arms her freeborn sons command;

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1 11-line verse and 3 9-line verses with last 3 lines of each repeated (set out as dialogue between 'Maria' and 'Henry')


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THIS parting kiss it wrings my hreart,/ these last adieus my woes increase,/ How can I see thee thus depart?/ how loose thee from this fond embrace?


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O Where are you going sweet Robin?/ what mak's ye sa proud an' sae shy?/ I ance saw the day little Robin,/ my friendship ye didna deny:


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A Sailor courted a Farmer's Daughter,/ whose living was in the wild of Kent,/ But mark I pray you what followed after,/ he waited long or she gave consent:


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I Am lonesome since I cross'd the hills,/ ond over the muir that tire me,/ With heavy thoughts my heart doth fill,/ since first I parted with Betsey:


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YOU maidens all come to pity me,/ and be no more disdaining,/ My love unto the war is gone,/ and left me here complaining;


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Encompass'd in an angel's frame,/ an angel's virtues lay:/ Too soon did Heaven assert its claim,/ and call'd its own away,

Work_Notes:
1 11-line verse (including repeated lines) and 3 8-line verses


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'TWAS on a Monday morning,/ the day appointed was,/ That Pate went forth into the broom,/ to meet his bonny lass;

Work_Notes:
1 12-line verse, 5 8-line verses plus repeated last line, 1 4-line verse plus refrain, 1 8-line verse, 1 4-line verse: appears intended to make 10 12-line verses


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Duncan Campbell came from the Highlands, when six years of age, to live with an old maiden aunt in Edinburgh, and attend the school. His mother was deade: but his father had supplied her place, by marrying his housekeeper.


Title_of_Work:
An account &c. &c. (of the Harmonist Society)

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The Harmonic Society had its origin in Wurtemburg, in Germany, about the year 1785. The Lutheran religion was then predominant in the country, to which every subject was obliged to submit.


Title_of_Work:
Account of the horrible murder of Mr John McClure, near Ayr.

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AYR, July 10… On Sabbath last, a murder was perpetrated iu (sic) the neighbourhood of the Town, which in wantonness and atrocity has rarely or never been equalled in this country. Two young men accompanied by two young women of ill fame, were observed…


Title_of_Work:
Account of the ferocious murder committed by John M. Williams, on the bodies of his own wife and child

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Last evening we were summoned to witness a scene, from which humanity recoils with horror and indignation! A scene, perhaps without a parallel since the first organisation of civil society. The circumstances are as follows: It appears, that there had …


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The Family of the Right Hon. Secretary Canning was originally seated at Foxcote, in Warwickshire, and a branch of the Cannings of Foxcote, still reside in that county.

Work_Notes:
21.5-page prose narrative, including a description of the funeral, etc., and a verse passage from Canning's tomb


Title_of_Work:
Inscription on the tomb of George Charles Canning, in Kensington Churchyard

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Though short thy span, yet Heaven's unsearched/ decrees,/ Which made that shorten'd span one long disease,


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' tippeny bid adieu,


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There's auld Rob Morris that wons in yon/ glen,/ He's the king o' gude fellows and wale o' auld/ men;


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


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


Title_of_Work:
Bailie Nicol Jarvie's journey to Aberfoil

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Ye may talk o' your Wallace and talk o'/ your Bruce,/ And talk o' your fighting Red Reiver,/ But whar will ye find a great man o' sic use/ As a thorough-bred Saut-Market weaver?


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St Patrick was a gentleman, and came o' de-/ cent people./ His mother bwas a Callaghan, his father was/ a Brady,/ His sister was O'Huolihan, and his bro-/ ther an O'Grady.


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A Reverend esteem'd divine,/ Upo' a Sabbath-day short syne,/ While studious, a drawer unlocket,/ To get a napkin for his pocket;/ But, by mistak', didna perceive/ He whippet in't an Auld Sark Sleeve!

Work_Notes:
15 6-line verses: 6 verses and and 9 'additional verses'


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Blythe young Bess to Jean did say, Will ye gang to yon sunny brae,/ Where flocks do feed and herds do stray,/ And sport a while wi' Jamie.


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Again the wish'd-for festive hour,/ Revolving time returns;/ Again our tribute out we pour,/ Unto the name of Burns.


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I'm weel sair'd wi' spunk, and I'm braid, and I'm/ brawny,/ I'll dare the worst blast that roars over yon law,/ And I hope to see gray hairs to set me down canty,/ And crack o'er my summer, and winter, and a'.


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Down in yon village I live so snug./ They call me Giles the plowman's boy;/ Through woods and o'er stiles, as I trudge many miles,/ I whistle, I whistle, and whoop, gee woo, Jerry.


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Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle,/ He was all for love and a little for the bottle,/ We know not, though pains we have ta'en to inquire,/ If gunpowder he invented, ot the Thames set on fire,


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Dear is my little native vale,/ The ring-dove builds and warbles there;/ Close by my cot she tells her tale,/ To ev'ry passing villager:


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Far over the hills of the heather so green,/ And down by the Corrie that sings to the sea,


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'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town,/ In the rosy time of the year,/ Sweet flowers bloom'd, and the grass was down,/ And each shepherd woo'd his dear.


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What beauties does Flora disclose!/ How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed!


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Go, plaintive sounds! and to the fair,/ My secret wounds impart,


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The yellow-hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae,/ Cried, milk the ewes, lassie, let nane o' them gae;


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The Lord's Marie has kepp'd her locks. Up wi' a golden kame,/ An' she has put on her net-silk hose,/ An' awa to the tryste has gane.


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JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John,/ When we were first acquent,


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My daddie is a canker'd carle,/ He'll no twine with his gear,/ My minnie she's a scaulding wife,/ Hauds a' the house a-steer;


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It was upon a Lammas night,/ When corn rigs are bonny,


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


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I'M wearing awa, Jean,/ Like snaw when its thaw, Jean,/ I'm wearing awa, Jean,/ To the land o' the leal.


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MY mother bids me bind my hair/ With bands of rosy hue,


Title_of_Work:
The copy of a letter sent from a French Protestant Minister in France, to his friend in London, with the following relation,

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My very good friend,/ HAVING received yours the 13th of April, N.S., I was not a little overjoyed, even in my sufferings, to hear you are well settled in a country, where you have the freedom…

Work_Notes:
2-page prose letter signed 'A. D'Auborn'


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IN writing of the following relation, wherein injured innocence and oppressed virtue does so emminently triumph over all the rage and malice, both of men and devils, I shall not study to adorm my style with flowers of rhetoric,…

Work_Notes:
77.5-page prose narrative including several letters


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PART I./ THIS THOMAS BLACK, vulgarly called LOTHIAN TOM, (because of that country) was born four miles from Edinburgh, his father, being a very wealthy farmer, gave him good education,


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

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PART I./ Jockey. HEY, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak k(...)e fouks hame wi' ye the nicht?/ Mag. Wiltu come awa' than, Johnny,

Work_Notes:
33.5-page prose narrative in 3 parts, including passages of dialogue


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


Title_of_Work:
An elegy on the death of Jockey's mither

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


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Two old wives, Maggy and Janet, at their rocks, began their cracks as follows:-/ Janet. A dear Maggy, how auld will ye be now? O it's lang since I kend ye./ Maggy. Indeed, Janet, that's what nae body kens, for my father and mother had sae mony o' us…


Title_of_Work:
The merry tales of the wise men of Gotham.

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TALE I./ THERE were two men of Gotham and one of them was going to Nottingham-market to buy sheep, and they both met together on Nottingham-bridge.

Work_Notes:
incomplete 13-page collection of 20 tales (last page(s) of book missing


Title_of_Work:
The miseries of poor simple innocent silly Tam.

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SIMPLE TOM was a widow's son, and a coarse country weaver to his trade; He made nothing but such as canvas for caff beds, corn and coal sacks, druggIt and harn was the finest webs he could lay his fingers to:

Work_Notes:
8-page prose narrative including dialogue


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Knichts of the thumble far an' near,/ Unto my tale pray lend an' ear,/ It frae your e'e will draw the tear/ Wi' muckle speed,


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Here in this Kirk yard/ There lieth interr'd/ The Body of wee Jamie G…..l,/ Who on earth was aye frisky/ Wi' drinkin' o' whisky;


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Dry your tears and cease your grievin,/ Jamie Gemmill yet is leevin;/ If ba glass ye'd like to gie him,/ At the Corse ye'll ablins see him.


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COME all you valiant heroes bold,/ I pray you lend an ear,/ There was not such a battle fought,/ no not this many a year.


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As cross the field the other morn,/ I tripp'd so blythe and gay,/ The Squire with his dog and gun,/ by chance came by that way:


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


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You broken hearted maidens come listen to my song,/ This is a true story it will not detain you long,/ It is of a bold militia lad who lately volunteer'd,


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As walking forth to view the plain,/ Upon a morning early,/ While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain,/ From flowers which grew so rarely;/ I chanced to meet a pretty maid,


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When Nature first beagan, Jean,/ To try her cannie hand,/ It's true she first made man, Jean,/ And ga'e him great command;/ But nothing wad content him, Jean,/ Though king of a' below,/ Till Heaven in pity sent him, Jean,/ What maist he wished - a jo!


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'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat,/ Under a poplar tree,/ Maria chose her lonely seat,/ T mourn her sorrows free.


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The cold winter is past and gone,/ and now comes the spring./ And I am one of the king's life-guards,/ and I must go fight for my king, my dear,


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My lassie is lovely at May-dew adorning,/ Wi' gowans and primroses ilka green lea,/ Though sweet is the violet new blown in the morning,/ As tender and sweet is her blue rollin' ee.


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


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A wee bird cam' to our ha' door,/ He warbled sweet and clearly,/ An' aye the o'ercome o' his sang/ Was, "Waes me for Prince Charly,


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PART I./ Jockey. HEY, Maggy, wiltu stay and tak kent folks hame wi' ye the night?/ Mag. Wiltu come awa' then, Johnnie,

Work_Notes:
2-3 and 10-11 missing, other pages miscollated


Title_of_Work:
The comical 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, drugget and harn was the finest webs he could lay his fingers to;


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


Title_of_Work:
The strange adventures of Tam Merilees. A true story.

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SOME years ago there dwelt in the "south side" of the gude town of Edinburgh a wight of the name of Tam Merilees, who, saving that he occasionally took rather more of "strong waters" than he could walk steadily under, generally got the name of an honest..


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GLASGOW./ At the Howgatehead, where the Monkland Canal Basin now stands./ Hugh Bilsland, robbery, July 10………1765/ Agnes Dougal, murder, November 1………67/ Andrew Marshall, murder, (hung in chains,) Oct. 25,  69


Title_of_Work:
(Sketch of the life of the Newgate executioner, Wm. Calcraft.)

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WILLIAM CALCRAFT, the general executioner for Great Britain, and who officiated here on the 11th August, 1853, was born nin the year 1801, of humble, but industrious parents, in a little village about ten miles from London, situate in the county of Essex.

Work_Notes:
half-page prose account, mostly of the oath sworn


Title_of_Work:
The comical notes and sayings of the rev Mr. John Pettegrew, &c.

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MR PETTEGREW, late minister at Long govan, two miles west from Glasgow, was a man of an excellent ready wit,


Title_of_Work:
The life, sufferings, and prophesies of Mr. John Welch

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MR. John Welch was born a gentleman, his father being laird of Colieston, an estate rather competent, than large, in the shire of Nithsdale about the year 1570, the dawning of our reformation being then but dark.

Work_Notes:
31-page prose narrative, including letters by Rev. Welch


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THAT candour and honesty may always be our governing principals./ That virtue may always be amply rewarded.


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AS Chloe sat shelter'd and breath'd the cool/ air,/ While music awaken'd the grove,/ Young Damon approach'd and address'd the coy/fair,/ In all the soft language of love,


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LET politicians still torture their brains,/ Inhancing their crimes and their troubles;/ Let them buy off the senate, and sell it again,/ Till their vices and pensions are double;


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THere was a wife wou'd in a glen,/ And she had dochters nine or ten,/ That sought the house baith butt and ben/ To find their mam a snishing.


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YE prigs, who are troubled with conseince's/ qualms./ Who ever are praying or chanting of psalms,/ Come listen a while, and I'll sing you a song

Work_Notes:
Tune, Oons neighbour ne'er blush. 3 8-line verses


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WHen we came to London town,/ We dream'd of gowd in gowpens here,/ And rantinly ran up and down,/ In rising stocks to buy a skair;


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Of his birth and parentage, and what past between him and the country vicar,/ In the reign of King Arthur, near the Land's-end of England, namely the county of Cornwall, there lived a wealthy farmer, who had one only son,


Title_of_Work:
Merry life and mad exploits of Captain Hynd, the great robber of England

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CHAP. I Containing Hynd's Birth, and how he first came to be a Highwayman./ CAPTAIN James Hynd, the subject of our ensuing discourse, was born at Chipping Norton in Oxfordshire; his father having no more children but he, put him to school, intending to…


Title_of_Work:
A poem by his (Captain Hynd's) friend, upon honesty

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I Am in haste, good friends, yet cannot close,/ But stay one moment just to tell you news;/ Dame honesty today, but wond'rous poor,


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POOR Honesty she's fled, I've seen her last,/ Her cares are ended and her sorrows past,/ Many I hear, at her sad exit grievd,


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I AM a poor maiden forsaken,/ Yet I bear a contented mind;/ I am a poor maiden forsaken,/ Yet I'll find another more kind,


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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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THE whimsical and immortal author of Tristram Shandy was married to Mrs Sterne on a Saturday morning; his parishioners had timely information of this circumstance, and knowing he would preach the next morning at parish church, and desirous…


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FRANK MERRYMAN hath always been solicitous to live upon friendly terms with all his acquaintances, nothwithstanding his peculiar cast for gleesome recreation;

Work_Notes:
1-page prose introduction to 'Wits jubilee &c., written by a Friend.


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FRANK diverting himself with shooting in Monmouthshire, a busy Welsh justice rudely demanded him to produce his qualification, adding, that he would take care, on account of his authority…


Title_of_Work:
Trial and condemnation of Mess John Presbytery

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MESS JOHN PREBYTERY, alias PRES'TRY, was born, as he says himself, in the first century; but, owing to a variety of causes, made no great figure in the world for more than 1500 years.


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TRILLING Harp, come let us sing,/ Come let me brace ilk gowden string,/ And warble owre some bonny spring,/ In praise o' my sweet Mary, O.


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Caledonia, my country, thy rivers and fountains,/ And green fertile valleys, exulting I sing;/ How pleasant thy sweet blooming moorlands/ and mountains,


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O Logan, sweetly did'st thou glide,/ That day I was my Willie's bride,/ An' years sinsyne hae o'er us run,/ Like Logan to the summer sun.


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In the garden of love like the garden of Flora,/ There are flowers of all hues to admire & adore-a


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

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


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It was last Monday morning,/ As I have heard many one say,/ Our rout it came that afternoon,/ For us to march away;


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When I was a rakish young sailor,/ I never took care in my life;/ I travelled the country all over,/ And every town a fresh wife.


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A sailing into Greenock town to take my liberty/ I saw one of the prettiest girls that e'er my/ eyes did see,/ At the Angle inn in Greenock there lives the/ girl for me.


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IN a little blue garment, all ragged and torn,/ With scarce any shoes to his feet,/ His head quite uncover'd, a look quite for-/ lorn,/ And a cold stony step for his seat;


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Care, thou canker of our joys,/ Now thy tyrant reign is o'er,/ Fill the merry bowl my boys,


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COME gies a sang, the lady cried,/ And set your disputes all aside;/ What nonsense tis for folk to chide/ 'Bout what's been done before them.


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The winter sat lang on the spring o' the year,/ Our seed time was late, and our mailin was dear/ My mither tint heart when she look'd on us a',


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


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ON a bonny day when the heather was blooming/ And the silent hill bum'd wi' the sore laden'd/ bee,/ I met a fair maid as I homward was riding,/ Herding her sheep on the hill of Glenshee.


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I loo'd ne'er a laddie but ane,/ He loo'd ne'er lassie but me,

Work_Notes:
Tune - My lodging is on the cold ground. 4 8-line verses


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MEG, muckling at Gordie's byre,/ Wrought as gin her judgement was wrang;/ Ilk daud o' the scartle strack fire,

Work_Notes:
Tune - The mucking o' Geordie's byre; 8 8-line verses


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Blythe young Jean to Bess did say,/ Will ye gang to yon sunny brae,/ Where herds do feed, and flocks do stray;/ And sport a while wi' Jamie?


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Soft zephyr, on thy balmy wing,/ Thy gentlest breezes hither bring;/ Her slumbers guard, some hand divine,/ Ah! Watch her with a care like mine.

Work_Notes:
1 4-line 'recitative' verse and 1 8-line 'air' verse


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The wind it blows cold, I'm wet with the rain,/ Bestow a small trifle on poor little Jane,


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


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6 8-line verses and 'Teddery, taddery, &c.' chorus


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My Peggy is a young thing,/ Just entered in her teens,/ Fair as the day, and sweet as May,


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Frraweel to Lochaber, and farewell to my Jean,/ Where heartsome with thee I have mony days been


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NITH, trembling to the reapers sang,/ Warm, glittered in the harvest sun,/ And murmur'd down the lanesome glen,


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There's monie bra' Jockies and Jennies,/ comes weel busket into the fair,/ Wi' ribbons on their cockernonies,/ And south of bra' flour i' their hair:


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WILL ye gang wi' me, lassie,/ To the braes o' Birniebouzle?/ Baith the earth and the sea, lassie,/ will I rob to send ye.

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Air - Braes o' Tullymet. 6 8-line verses


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ONE kind kiss before we part,/ drop a tear, and bid adieu,/ Though you sever, my fond heart/ till we meet, shall pant for you,

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3 6-line verses including repeated last 2 lines of verses 2 and 3.


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I LO'E na a laddie but ane,/ he loves na a lassie but me,


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My Willie was a Sailor bold,/ He lov'd no other lass but me:/ To earn for Ann a store of gold,/ My constant Willie went to sea;


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An old woman clothed in gray,/ had a daughter was charming & young,/ But she was deluded astray/ by Rogers false flattering tongue;


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The bird that hears her nestling song,/ and flies abroad for food,/ Returns impatient through the sky,/ to nurse her hallow breed.


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LAST night the dogs did bark,/ And I peep't out to see,/ When I saw a lively young spark,/ But he was not looking for me.


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In my holiday gown, and my new fashion'd hat,/ last monday I went to the fair,


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AS it fell out upon a day,/ two lovers they sat upon a hill:/ They sat together a long summer's day,/ and could not take their fill.


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A COGIE of ale, and a pickle ait meal,/ And a dainty wee drappie o' whisky,/ Was our forefather's dose to swell down' their brose/


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


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When William at eve meets me down at the stile,/ How sweet is the nightingale's song,


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AS I went forth to take the air,/ Into an ev'ning clear, ladie,/ I met a brisk young handsome spark,/ A new made pulpiteer ladie:


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NANSY's to the Green Wood gane,/ To hear the Gowdspink chatt'ring:/ And Willie he has followed her,/ To gain her love by flatt'ring:


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A Trifling song ye shall hear,/ begun with a trifle and ended;/ All trifling people draw near,/ and I shall be nobly attended.


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CHAP. I./ A Merry Jest betwixt old Mother Winter, and her Son-in-law Tom./ THERE was an old woman, named Mother Winter, that had but one Son in law, and his name was Tom; and tho' he was at man's estate, yet would do nothing what he listed, which …

Work_Notes:
18.2-page prose narrative in 10 chapters


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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 I would not willingly be taken napping.


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ONE that was going to a wedding had a great accasion to untruss a point; whereupon he went under a hedge, but the place not pleasing him, he went under a haystack and then into a saw pit, and afterwards into a hog-stye, where he did his business.


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DOWN in the west country a certain conceited fellow had a great nose; so a country-man by him with the sack of corn, jostled him, saying, your nose stands in my way;


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ONCE there was a company of gypsies that came to a country fellow on the high-way, and would needs tell him his fortune:


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A FARMER's wife in the west had three pigs, which she loved exceedingly well, and fed them with good butter-milk and whey; but they would come running into the house and befoul the rooms:


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ONE in the country having bought a cloak of one that stole it, or made it by slight of hand, he was challenged for it; and being troubled in mind, asked a friend of his, a very witty fellow in the parish, How he might come off?


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WHen the sheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame;/ and a' the warld to sleep are gane,/ The waes of my heart fa's in showers frae my ee,/ when my gude man lyes sound by me.


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O my lovely Jenny, how fond I am of thee,/ and all I've done for thee, it's in sincerity.


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

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


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AS I lay a musing the shepherds among,/ Up one of them started and sang me a song,/ He sang it so sweetly that caus'd me to stay,/ To the praise of the Stewartry of brave Galloway.


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DID you ne'er hear of a loyal Scot,/ who was ne'er concern'd in any plot,/ I wish it may fall to my lot,/ To marry thee my deary O.


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


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My love he is a saior bold,/ He is belove'd by young and old,


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Hark! Hark from the shore 'tis a perishing cry,/ It is night and the storm rages wild;/ 'Tis soume poor founder'd bark, and no help for them. Nigh,


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The heath cock craw'd o'er Muir an' dale;/ ed raise the sun o'er distant vale,/ Our northern Clans wi'dinsome yell,/ Around their Chiefs were gathering.

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8 4-line verse narrative and 4-line chorus


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Oh! Send 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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Young HENRY met me in the dale,/ And give a flow'r to me;/ He told a sweet and charming tale,/ So frank so blythe and free.


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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 land appear'd,/ To heave the lead the seaman sprung,/ And to the pilot cheerly sung,/ "By the deep nine!


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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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OF THE MOON./ IF the Moon change or be at the Full about the Middle of the Day, it seldom fails of producing a good deal of Rain in Summer, and sometimes Snow in Winter, within…


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THE Romans, in England they once/ did sway,/ And the Saxons they after them led the vway,/ And they tig'd with the Danes till an over-/ throw,


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WHEN I took my departure from Dublin's/ sweet town,/ and for England's own self thro' the seas I did/ plough,


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KEEN blew the blast, the night unkind,/ No friendly star reliev'd the gloom,/ When thro' a deep wood's mazy wind,/ The wand'ring Emma sought her home.


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AWA' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms,/ The slender bit beauty you grasp in your/ arms:/ O, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms,/ O, gi'e me the lass wi' the weel-stocket farms.


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THE meadows look cheerul the birds sweet-/ ly sing,/ So gaily they carrol the praises of bspring:


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COME, fy, let us a' to the wedding,/ For there will be lilting there,/ For Jock's to be marryied to Maggie,/ The lass wi' the gowden hair.


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FASHION was form'd when the world/ began, And Adam, I'm told, was a very smart man:/ As for Eve, I shall say nothing more or less,/ But that ladies of fashion now copy her dress.


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LEL the scools about happiness warmly dispute,/ And weary the sense in the ceaseless pursuit;/ In spite of their maxims, I dare to define/ The grand summum bonum a bumper of wine.


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AH! Tell me, ye swains, have ye seen/ my Pastora,/ O say, have ye met the sweet nymph in/ your way,


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


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OUR country is a ship, d'ye see,/ A gallant vessel too;/ And of his fortune proud is he,/ Who's of the Albion crew.


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

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses with first verses as chorus for others


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


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YE banks and braes o' bonny Doune,/ How can ye bloom so fresh and fair;


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INGENIOUS bards have often tried,/ Man's best resemblance to define,/ I hold (nor startle child of pride,)/ Our likeness is the race canine:


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AWAY, let naught to love displeasing,/ My Winifreda, move thy fear,/ Let naught delay the heav'nly blessing,/ Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care.


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JACK GUNNEL, an odd fish as ever hove/ anchor,/ Or clew'd up a top-sail, lov'd Poll of/ Spithead;


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PALE and languid sat Britannia,/ Reclining o'er he Nelson's urn,/ In vest of mourning, still indulging/ Tears that scald, and sighs that burn.


Title_of_Work:
Air (relates to Britannia at Nelson's tomb)

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Hero of Ocean's tide,/ Is then thy spirit fled?/ Rests then Britannia's pride/ Among th' illustrious dead?


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MAT Madge, the sexton of our town,/ Though oft a little heady,/ The drink not so his wits could drown,/ But some excuse was ready.


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BEHOLD poor Will, just come from/ drill,/ Not long ago I listed;/ I sold my cart to pay the smart,/ But money they resisted.

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5 9-line verses and 'Tal de ral, &c.' chorus


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THERE with fun we the stocking throw,/ Boys all dress'd in their Sunday/ clothes:/ Girls trimm'd neatly from top to toe,


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LASSIE, lend me your braw hemp hec/ cle,/ And I'll lend you my ripling bkame;


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THERE lived a carl on Kelly-burn/ braes,/ Hey and the rue grows bonny wi'/ thyme./ And he had a wife was the plague of his days,/ And the thyme it is wither'd and rue/ is in prime.


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


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THY cheek is of the rose's hue,/ My only joe and dearie, O!/ Thy neck is like the silver dew


Title_of_Work:
The sun in the west fa's to rest in the e'enin'

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THE sun in the west fa's to rest in the/ e'enin',/ Ilk morning blinks cheerfu' upon the green/ lee;


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MOTHER were dead and sister were/ married,/ And there were nobody at home but/ Feyther and I,/ So I thought before I longer tarried,/ To get a good wife my fortune to try:


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O DEAR, ladies I have plenty, Sir,/ Dear, dear, from fifteen to twenty, Sir,

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses, the first serving as chorus for the others


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BY the side of a murmuring stream,/ As an elderly gentleman sat,


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WHEN the great plan was drawn, at light's/ early dawn,/ And Wisdom on earth took her station,/ For abode she projected, for beauty directed,/ A Garden, first work of Creation.


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


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WHY fair maid in every feature,/ Are such signs of fear express'd,/ Can a wander4ing wretched creature/ With such terror fill thy breast?


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O LISTEN,. Listen to the voice of love,/ He calls my Dapne to the grove;/ The primrose sweet bedecks the field,/ The tuneful birds invite to rove;


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SIT ye down here, my cronies, and gie me your crack,/ Let the win' tak' the care o' this life on its back,

Work_Notes:
6 4-line verses plus repeated last lines


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WHILE I hang on your bosom, dis-/ tracted to love you,/ High swells my sad heart, and fast my/ tears flow,/ Yet think not of coldness they fall to ac-/ cuse you;


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WHARE hae ye been a' the day,/ my boy Tammy?/ Whare hae ye been a' the day, my/ boy Tammy;

Work_Notes:
1 5-line  verse (includes repeated first line) and 6 4-line verses


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


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MY laddie is gane far away oe'r the plain;/ While in sorrow, behind, I'm forc'd to/ remain.


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WHEN summer comes, the swains on Tweed,/ Sing their successful loves;/ Around the ewes and lambkins feed,/ And Music fills the groves,


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AVERT yon omen, gracious Heaven!/ The ugly scud,/ By winds resistless driven,/ Kisses the flood.


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ESCAP'D with life in tatters,/ Behold me safe ashore,/ Such trifles little matters,/ I'll soon get togs galore.


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DEAR Sir, this brown jug, that now foams/ with mild ale,/ Out of which I now drink to sweet Kate/ of the/ vale,/ Was once Toby Philpot, a thirsty old soul,


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BUT are you sure the news is true?/ And aree you sure he's weel?/ Is this a time to think o wark?


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AND a' that e'er my Jenny had,/ My Jenny had, my Jenny had;/ A' that e'er my Jenny had,/ Was ae bawbie.


Title_of_Work:
The young coalman's courtship to the creel-wife's daughter

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ALL you that's curious of courtship, give attention to this history of Mary and her son Sawny, a young Coal-man, who lived in the country, a few miles from Edinburgh.

Work_Notes:
23-page prose narrative (includes dialogue) in 3 parts


Title_of_Work:
The history of Adam Bell, Clim of the Clough, and William of Cloudsdale

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MERRY 'twas in the green forest,/ Among the leaves so green,/ Wheras men hunt both east and west,/ With bows and arrows keen,


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ONE evening as I was walking/ down be the banks of Molle,/ I having all things ready/ just going to see a friend;


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BY my indentures I was bound,/ To serve my time upon the sea;/ But I had not sailed a voyage but one,/ Till I fell in love with a young woman.

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12 4-line verse narrative and 'Lal de lal &c.' chorus


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YOUNG Donald is the blythest lad,/ that e'er mad love to me,/ When he is by my heart is glad,/ he's ay so blythe and free:


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From my old maiden aunt this lesson I got,/ 'Bout some things I should do, and some I/ should not,


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BLYTHE young Bess to Jean did say,/ Will ye gang to yon sunny brae,/ Where flocks do feed, and herds do stray,/ And sport a while wi' Jamie?


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OUR Lady stands in her chamber door,/ viewiung the Grahams are coming,/ She knew by the light of their livery so red,/ they were new come down from London.


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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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THERE's news, lasses, news,/ Gude news I have to tell,/ There's a boat fu' o' lads/ Come to our town to sell.


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A Sailor courted a farmer's daughter,/ whose living was in the wild of Kent,/ But mark I pray you what follow'd after,/ he waited long or she gave consent:

Work_Notes:
208-line verse narrative in 3 parts (72 lines, 80 lines, 56 lines), appears elsewhere as The Goudhurst garland.


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YOUNG Jockey has teas'd me a twelvemonth or more./ Now bolder he's grown than was mortal before:/ He whispers such things that no virgin should hear,


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UPON the sixteenth hundred year/ of God, and fifty-three/ Frae Christ was born, that bought us dear/ as writings testifie,/ On January the sixteenth day,/ as I did lye alone,/ With many a sigh and sob did say/ making a heavy moan,/ Dame Nature…


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BLYTHE was the time when he feed wi'/ my father, O,/ Happy were the times when we herded/ we together, O.


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A Worthy lord of birth and state,/ who did in Durham live of late,/ but I will not declare him name/ by reason of his birth and fame./ But if you the truth would know,/ This lord he did a hunting go,


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CHAP I./ Of Fortunatus' Birth, Parentage, &c../ IN the isle of Cyprus, there is a stately city called Famagosta, where once one Theodorus, descended of noble parents, wholeft him with a great estate; but being brought up to nothing but pleasures,


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THERE was once upon a time, a widow, who had two daughters. The eldest was so much like her in the face and humour, that whoever looked upon the daughter, saw the mother, they were both so disaggreeable and proud, that there was no living with them.


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A friend of Dean Swift one day sent him a turbot as a present, by a servant, who had frequently been on a similar errand, but had never yet received the most trifling mark of the Dean's generosity.


Title_of_Work:
Introduction (to The death and funeral of William Stevenson, a miser.)

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WILLIAM STEVENSON, the subject of the following narrative, was a man of uncommon temper and disposition, otherwise his poor wife would not have been banished from his society.


Title_of_Work:
The death and funeral of William Stevenson, a miser.

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IN Glen-street, Kilmarnock, on Friday the 17th July, 1820, died William Stevenson, aged 77 years.


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


Title_of_Work:
The life, trial and execution of Mary Thompson

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The master and mistress of the above female were most inhumanely butchered, by having their throats cut from ear to ear. This young woman had lived with these aged and unfortunate people for upwards of 7 years, and was much esteemed by all who knew her;


Title_of_Work:
Copy of verses (relating to Mary Thompson)

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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 j(ail?) have penn'd.


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ROBERT BURNS was born on the 25th January, 1759, in a cottage about two miles south from Ayr, not far from the Kirk of Alloway and the "Auld Big of Doon."


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


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


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SAYS the proud King of France,/ we'll trepan the young Pretender,/ Says the proud King, &c,/ And send him into England/ with an army of men;/ O no, O no, says Charley,/ let's have none of your skits,/ For Duke William the last war/ frighted me out of my..

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5 10-line verses including repeated lines


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The sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green

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


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WORDS, like fashion, have each had their way,/ 'Bang up' That's the go, Tippy, 'Twaddle;'/ Keep it up,' 'Go it boys, Dash away,'/ But now they must give up to toddle.

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Tune. - The grinder. 5 4-line verses and 2 4-line choruses


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FROM the sea-beaten coast of Scotia I wander,/ In quest of a home through Columbia I stray;


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THE sea is wide and I can't get over,/ Nor neither have I got wings to fly,/ And come fetch to me then a little boat,/ For to cary over my love and I.


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AS I was a walking the streets up and down,/ I met my young landlady dress'd in a silk gown,/ With my elbows all out, my breeches no knees,/ You'll hear how my young landlady frowns upon me.


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THERE liv'd a Lady in Edinburgh city,/ Lizie Lindsay was call'd by name,/ She was courted by lords of honour,/ but none could her favour obtain.


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IT fell about the Martinmass time,/ and a gay time it was then, O,/ When our goodwife got puddings to make/ and she boil'd them in a pan, O.


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MY name it is Donald M'Donald,/ I live in the Highlands sae grand;/ I have followed my banner, and will do,/ wherever my maker has land;


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ONCE I lov'd a lady fair,/ She was a beauty I do declare, She was the flower of the north country,/ The bonny lass of Benochie.


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AS I rode out one evening all in the month of May,/ Down by yon flowery garden I carelessly did stray,/ I overheard a damsel in sorrow did complain,


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Gloomy winter's now awa',/ Saft the western breezes blaw:/ 'Mang the birks o' Stanely shaw,/ The mavis sings fu' cheery, O.


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DOWN in Greenwilloch, a town in Yorkshire,/ I liv'd at my ease and was free from all care,/ I liv'd in great splendour, had sweethearts nnot a few,/ But I lov'd the bonny lad best with his bonnet so blue.


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


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SURROUNDED wi' bent and wiu' heather/ Whar muircock an' plovers are rife,/ For mony lang tomond thegither/ Their liv'd an auld man an' his wife:


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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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JACK GUNNEL, an odd fish as ever hove anchor,/ Or clew'd up a top-sail, lov'd Poll of Spithead,


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THE night-star gleams pale on the bosom of ocean,/ The moon-beams repose on the bright-heaving wave,


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OCH! There is a little great man, in compass small 9he?0 / stands,/ He grabbles al he comes a-near with both of his two/ hands;


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MY clothing was one of the woolsey linsey fine,/ My main hanging down, and my coat it did shine;


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MAMA I must be married, I long to be a bride,/ To have a lusty young man to ly down by my/ side.


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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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GOD prosper long our noble King,/ our lives and safeties all,,/ A woeful hunting once their did/ in Chievy-chace befal.


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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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IT was on a day in the middle of April,/ I went to Lough may the maids to beguile,/ My dear and my jewel, my honey, said he,/ Will ye go to the north highlands with me


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ONE evening as I walked,/ down by the rocks of Moile, I having all things ready,/ just going to see a friend;


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FARE you well my own true love,/ Tis fare you well for a while,/ I shall be sure to return back again,/ If go ten thousand mile my dear.


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COME bustle, neighbour Prig, buckle on your Sun-/ day wig;/ In our Sunday clothes so gaily, leet us strut up the/ Old Bailie!

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9 verse lines, followed by about 2 pages of prose


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AS Jockey went out in a fine dewy morning,/ He carelssly laid himself under a bush,/ He had not been long there till a damsel came by/ And on this young youth she cast a languishing eye


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COME a' ye bards, wi' loud acclaim,/ High glory gie to gallanf Graham,/ Heap laurels on our Marshal's name,/ The Hero of Vittoria.


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YE people at home, who live easy,/ And free from the horrors of war,/ Let thought take a place in your bosoms,/ And sigh for the sorrows of war.


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HERE's to each jolly fellow, that loves to be/ mellow,/ Attend unto me and sit easy;/ For a bottle in quiet my boys let us try it,

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses and 'Lal de lal, &c.' chorus


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DEAR Molly, these lines I convey you,/ near Mennin, at present, we lye,/ How long we'll be there I cannot tell you,/ for the enemy's camp it is nigh;


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YOU frolicksome lasses give ear to my ditty,/ Come listen a while, and I'll not keep you long,


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WITH an honest old friend a and merry old song,/ And a flask of old port, let met sit the night long/ And laugh at the malice of those who repine,/ That they must swig porter, while I can drink wine


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COME listen you lovers a while, and you'll find,/ That crosses attend often true lovers kind;/ The like in no age was never in print,/ No doubt but the ditty will give you content.


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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 the absence of her love that plough'd the raging/ main.


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WHEN the sheep are in the fauld and the ky at hame,/ And a' the warldle to sleep are gane,/ The waes of my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e,/ When my goodman lies sound by me.


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'TWAS summer and softly the breezes were blowing,/ And sweetly the nightingale sung from the tree,/At the foot of a rock where the river was flowing,/ I sat myself down on the banks of the dee,

Work_Notes:
7 8-line verses, including 4 verses 'composed after the death of Sir A. Murray of Balwanie'.


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WHAT'S this dull town to me?/ Robin's not near;


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


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THE sun has gane o'er the lofty Benlo-/mon,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er the sea,

Work_Notes:
5 8-line verses plus last line of each verse repeated - includes 2 'Additinal (sic) verses'


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AS I walked abroad for my recreation,/ Down by yon green meadows I carelessly/ stray'd,/ I spy'd a fair female making sad lamentation,/ Crying Jamie is slain in the wars I'm afraid.


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'TWAS summer and softly the breezes was/ blowing,/ And sweetly the nightingale sung from the tree,/At the foot of a rock where the river was flowing,/ I sat myself down on the banks of the Dee.

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7 8-line verses including 4 'additional Verses … composed after the death of Sir A, Murray of Balwanie'


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O Whaur gat you that bonny blue bonnet?/ O silly blind body canna ye see?/ I gat it frae a bonny Scots Callan,/ Atween St Johnston and bonny Dundee.


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IN London was young Biechan born/ and foreign nations he long'd to see,/ He pass'd thro' many kingdoms great/ till at length he came unto Turkey.


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'MIDST rocks and quicksands have we/ steer'd,/ rude storms and torrents brav'd, Sir,


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We'il hap and row - we'il hap and row,/ We'il hap and row the feety o'y.


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The lass of Patie's mill,/ So bonny, blithe, and gay,/ In spite of all my skill,/ Hath stole my heart away:


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NEAR the jaws of a prison, in whose/ dismal gloom,/ Disease sat by penury's side,/ And the culprit with horror broods over his/ doom,


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DUMBARTON's drums beat bonny O,/ When they mind me of my dear Johnny O,/ How happy am I,/ When my soldier is by,/ While he kisses and blesses his Annie O.


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O WHY should old age so much wound us O?/ There's nothing in't all to confound us, O,/ For how happy am I,/ With my old wife sitting by,

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11 5-line verses plus repeated last 3 lines of each verse (I.e. to make 8-line verses)


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A JOLLY Jack Tar, but a little time since,/ AS poor as a beggar, as drunk as a prince,/ Ran fouol of an ale-house, and thinking it sin/ To pass by without calling, reel'd jovially in.

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11 4-line verses and 'Derry down, down, down, derry down' chorus


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ONCE more I'll tune the vocal shell,/ To hills and dales my passion tell,/ A flame which time can never quell,/ That burns for lovely Peggy.


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LOve never more shall give me pain,/ My fancy's fixt on thee;/ Nor ever a maid my heart shall gain,/ My Peggy, if you die.


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A COBBLER there was, and he liv'd in a stall,/ Which serv'd him for palour, for kitchen, and hall;


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To the winds, to the waves, to the woods I com-/ plain,/ Ah well-a-day, my poor heart!/ They hear not my sighs, and they heed not my pain:


Title_of_Work:
The history of John Cheap the comical chapman

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INTRODUCTION/ JOHN CHEAP the Chapman, was a comical short thick fellow, with a broad face and long nose; both lame and lazy, and something lecherous among the lasses:


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


Title_of_Work:
An account of the life, transactions, and death of Rob Roy M'Gregor, a famous Highland chieftain

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ROB ROY MACGREGOR was the second son of Donald Macgregor, of the family of Glengyle, a lieutenant colonel in the king's service, by a daughter of Campbell of Glenlyon, and consequently a gentleman by birth.


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

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22.5-page prose narrative (page 3 missing)


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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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NOW here's to every honest heart,/ the poor man's friend and a' that,/ For fegs I mean to tak' thei part,/ While I ha'e breath to draw that;


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BOTH Sexs give ear to my ditty,/ in praise of dear women I sing,/ care not for Kate Poll or Nancy,/ but takes from the begger to king.


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WILL ye go lassie go, go the braes of Bewhidder/ Where the blaeberries grows among yon/ highland heather;


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


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EARLY one morning in the spring,/ I went on board to serve the king,/ Leaving my dearest dear behind,/ Who often told me her heart was mine.


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COME listen a while and I'll sing you a ditty,/ Concerning the dangers all on the salt seas,/ If you'll only give ear, 'twould make your/ heart move with pity,


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COME all ye gallant heroes and listen unto me,/ For in a little while a lasting peace will be;/ For Boney he is beat, and fairly he is done;/ And all our warlik lads quickly will return.


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YOU'VE surely heard o' famous Neil,/ The man that play'd the fiddle weel,


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I am a young ploughman, in Stirlingshire was bred,/ And from my own country my fancy me led,


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WAE was my heart when I parted with my Jean,/ And sair, sair I sigh'd, while the tears stood in my/ een;


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FROM the Forth to thebanks of sweet Earn,/ I have travelled many a long mile.


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O Shepherd the weather looks misty and changing,/ will you show me over the hills of Traquire? O yes, gentle stranger, where have you been ranging,/ for such a gentleman walking is rare.


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O Why should old age so much wound us, O,/ There is nothing in it all to confound us, O,/ For how happy now am I,/ With my old wife sitting by,


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SYLVIA Sylvia on one day,/ She dress'd herself in man's array,/ With a brace of pistols by her side,/ To meet her true love, to meet her true love a-/ way did ride.


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THE France they say they are o'er/ to kill our king and a' that,/ They'll kiss our sweethearts and our wives,/ enslave ourselves and a' that,


Title_of_Work:
Master Rooney of Ballinafad's travels and voyages

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IN Ireland so frisky with sweet girls and whisky,/ We managed to keep care vand sorriw aloof,/ Our whirligigs revels made all the blue devils/ Creep out with the smoke thro' a hole in the roof.


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THE hounds are all out and the morning/ does peep,/ Why now you sluggerly sot, can you lie snoring/ a sleep,


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TWAS a wearifu' wark that befel in the dark,/ 'tween Donald and Maggy M'Craw, man;/ On the eve of the day, when married were they,/ To prevent fat else might be a flaw, man;


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WHEN the sun veil'd his face with the top of the/ Grampians,/ And nature was clade in her mantle of gray;


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WHEN cold winter comes,/ with its keen chilling/ breeze/ And the leaves are all fallen from the trees,/ All nature seems touch'd by the finger of death,


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AS I sat by the fire in reflection profound,/ I thought that my hungry nose I would treat,/ And I said, if there's snuff to be found in the world/ I shall get it in plenty at Lundy Foot Street


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LOUDEN's bonny woods and braes,/ I maun lea'e them a' lassie./ Wha can thole when Britain's faes,/ would gi'e Britons law, lassie.

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9 4-line verses. No statement of authorship.


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A Shipcrew of Sailors as this you shall know,/ From Greenock to Liverpool, a voyage for to go;


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IT's early, early all in the Spring,/ The pretty small birds did sweetly sing,/ They chang'd their notes from tree to tree,/ And the tune they sung was Old Ireland free.


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COME listen to me and I will relate,/ A story that happened near by us of late/ It was of a young girl was greatly misled,/ Just by a young tanner as I have heard said.


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THE twenty-seventh of January,/ The year seventeen hundred and 83,/ The Highland boys would not agree/ to ship with Colonel Gordon,

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25 4-line verse narrative and 4-line chorus


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On Ettrick banks in a summer's night,/ at gloming when the sheep drave hame,/ I met my lassie braw and tight,/ come wading barefoot a' her lane;


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NOW ponder well, ye parents dear,/ the words that I shall write,/ A doleful story you shall hear,/ was lately brought to light:

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160-line verse narrative in 2 parts, each of 80 lines


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THE topsail shivers in the wind,/ the ship she's cast to sea;/ But yet my soul, my heart, my mind,/ are, Mary, moor'd with thee:


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WHEN I was young and in my prime,/ where fancy led me I did rove,/ i rov'd about fare town to town,/ through many a silent shady grove;


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'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town,/ In the rosy time of the year,/ Sweet flowers bloom'd, and the grass was down,/ And each shepherd woo'd his dear;


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IT is of a young sailor from Dover come home,/ He courted pretty Sally, and Sally was her/ name;


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I'LL  tell you a break's been in Glasgow,/ the like has not been for some years;/ The lasses they're a' gone a packing,/ along with the Scots Fuzileers.


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OVER the mounain and over the moor,/ Hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn,


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COme all ye young lovers in Scotland draw near,/ Unto this sad story which now you shall hear,/ Concerning two lovers that liv'd in the North,/ Amongst the high mountains that stand beyond Forth

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49 4-line verse narrative in 3 parts (of 14, 18, 17 verses)


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JULY the first in Old Bridge town,/ there ought to be a patteren,/ As is recorded in each church book,/ throughout all the notion.


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WHEN all was wrapt in dark midnight,/ and all was wrapt in sleep;/ In glided Mararet's gristly Ghost,/ and stood at William's feet.


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WITH an honest old friend a and merry old/ song,/ And a flask of old port, let met sit the night long,/ And laugh at the malice of those that repine,/ That they must drink porter, while I can drink/ wine


Title_of_Work:
Preface (to The history of the frolicksome courtier, and the jovial tinker)

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IN the reign of King James I, when Scotland was united to England, after long jarring and much bloodshed, the Union was founded thro' the whole nation, and the court flourished in all its grandeur and gallantry,


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CHAP. I./ The Courtier find the Tinker asleep, he has him carried in that posture to his house; lays him on a bed in a stately room with rich clothes by him; feasts and entertains him with fine music; makes him drunk, and then conveys him back again.


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


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


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CHAP.I./ Of his BIRTH and EDUCATION./ JAck Horner was a pretty lad,/ near London he did dwell,/ His father's heart he made full glad,/ His mother lov'd him well:


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THE night her silent sable wore,/ And gloomy were the skies;/ Of glittering stars appear'd no more/ Than those in Nelly's eyes;


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O MITHER dear, I 'gin to fear,/ Tho' I'm baith good and bonny,/ I winna keep, for in my sleep/ I start and dream of Johnny.


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THOU fairest of the fairest maids,/ In Arundel's embowering shades,


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THE fleeting joys of love/ But one short moment last;/ In pains do constant prove,/ Till life's last moment's past.


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SAW ye Jenny Nettles,/ Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles,/ Saw ye Jenny Nettles,/ Coming frae the market:


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IT happen'd on a morning clear,/ As down the quay I walked,/ I chanc'd to meet a maiden fair,/ Who with her father talked.


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FRAE Clyde to the banks o' sweet Earn,/ I've travel'd fu' mony lang mile,/ But thoughts o' my dearest lass Annie,


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THO' far beyond the mountains,/ that looks so distant here,/ To fight his country's battles,/ last May-day went my dear;


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DRAW near a while till I relate,/ A trick was plaid at Chestergate,/ Which I think fit to declarate,


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MY name is 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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COME ye lads who wish to shine,/ bright in future story,/ Haste to arms, and form the line,/ that leads to martial glory.


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FROM Fergus unto Donald's reign,/ I wholly was a Pagan,/ I worshipped both ev'n and morn,/ the Sun, the Moon, and Dragon.


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THE wat'ry God, Great Neptune lay,/ In dalliance soft and am'rous play,/ On Amphitrite's soft breast:

Work_Notes:
Tune of The faithful tar. 9 6-line verses


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


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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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COME live with me, and be my love,/ And we will all the pleasures prove,/ That hills and valleys, dale and field,/ And all the craggy mountains yield;


Title_of_Work:
The nymph's reply (to The young man's petition)

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IF that the world and love were young,/ And truth in every shepherd's tongue,/ These pretty pleasures might me move,/ To live with thee, and be thy love.


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FAREWEL 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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LAst Sunday morning I sailed from Cork,/ On board the Montague,/ There's one on board I dearly love,/ And I hope he will prove true,

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5 6-line verses, plus 'fal lal de ral, &c.' chorus


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LAst Sunday morning we went to sea,/ With a sweet and pleasant gale,/ My lovely Molly's white and red,/ Was turn'd to deadly pale,


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WHen trees did bud & fields were green,/ and broom bloom'd fair to see:/ When Mary was complete fifteen,/ and love laugh'd in her eye:


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ARISE thou mistress of my heart,/ and do not me disdain:/ Come now and quickly take the part/ of me your constant swain.


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THE French say they are comin o'er/ to kill our King an' a' that,/ They'll kiss our sweethearts and our wives,/ and slay ourselves an' a' that.


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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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'TIS nae very lang sinsyne,/ that I had a lad o'my ain;/ But now he's awa' to anither,/ and left me a' my lane;


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THE Lass of Patie's mill,/ so bonny, blythe and gay,/ In spite of all my skill,/ hath stole my heart away.


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TO ams! gallant Britons of every degree,/ To arms! if you bwant to live happy and free;/ The foe's on the coast --- there's no room for delay;


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IT was once I lov'd a bonny, bonny boy,/ I lov'd him I vow and protest,/ I lov'd him so very, very well,


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YOung Edward was faithful, & Betsy was true,/ when war call'd her soldier away,


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CUstom prevailing so long 'mongst the great,/ makes oaths easy potions to sleep on;


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MY name is bold Dougherty from the north country,/ where there's a still upon every stream;/ Drawer be quicker, and come in a minute,/ and fill us a pitcher far stronger than cream.


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ALL you pretty fair maids that is both young & old,/ Come listen to my story as true as e'er was told,/ 'Tis of a pretty fair maid that liv'd in this country,/ How she did endeavour to court young Rutin Buey.

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10 4-line verse narrative and 2-line 'Musie fa ra la de ri de te dadie,/Musie far ra lal de di a dey' chorus


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ALL you that sail the foaming ocean,/ listen a while and you shall hear,/ And I will tell you of a portion,/ fell to one that sail'd the sea.

Work_Notes:
Tune - The bird's nest. 16 4-line verse narrative


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

Work_Notes:
Tune - The vicar and Moses. 6 6-line verse narrative and 'Sing tol de roll, &c.' chorus


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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 truths that I sing none deny me,/ they're truths that must ever prevail,/ Ye poor dogs of France, we defy ye,/ by the force of our English good Ale.


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I'M lately return'd from the ocean,/ half my limbs I have lost as you see,/ From the Spaniards I've gain'd a large portion,/ now in search of some kind hearted she.


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IN Birmingham I* liv'd it's true,/ Where many people there me knew,/ A Button-maker to my trade,/ But now I'm ruin'd by a maid./ Hang such maids, so daid I, &c.

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12 4-line verses and 'Hang such... &c.' chorus


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BLAB not what you ought to smother,/ honour's laws should sacred be;


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THE Lass of Patie's mill,/ so bonny, blythe, and gay,/ In spite of all my skill,/ Hath stole my heart away.


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AS I was walking one morning in May,/ The small birds were singing delightful and gay,/ There with my true love did often sport and play,/ Down among the bonny Beds of Roses.


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IN city, town, & village, my fancy oft has mov'd,/ A Phillis and a Chloe, I ev'ry where have lov'd,/ But, tir'd with variety, to marriage I'm inclin'd,


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SINCE honour has attended upon the marriage state,/ And from the torch of Hymen our happiness we date,/ If e'er the Fates ordain it that I should be a wife,/ The picture I will draw of the partner of my life.


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BESIDE the burn the other day,/ I tun'd my simple sang,/ Young Jocky tripping came that way,/ and play'd his pipe alang.


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YE boatmen all I pray give ear,/ to what I shall relate,/ A true account to you I'll give,/ concerning me of late;


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O Will ye ha'ea tartan plait,/ or will ye ha'e ta ring, Mattam?/ Or will you ha'e a kiss o' me?


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1 7line verse, 3 5-line verses, 1 6-line verse


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MY Patie is a lover gay,/ His mind is never muddy;/ His breath is sweeter than new hay,/ his face is fair and ruddy:


Title_of_Work:
There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee

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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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THE lawland maids gangs trig and fine,/ But aft they're sour and unco sawcy;/ Sae proud, they never can be kind,/ Like my good humour'd highland lassie.


Title_of_Work:
The two constant lovers, who died by the road

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DRaw near you young gallants, while I do unfold,/ A tragical story as ever was told,/ It's of a young couple, whose hearts were link'd fast,/ Till Death broke asunder their contract at last.


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Had Neptune, when first he took charge of the sea,/ Been as wise, or at least been as merry as we,/ He had thought better on't, and instead of his brine,/ Would have fill'd the vast ocean with gen'rous wine.

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8 4-line verses and 1-line 'Derry down, down, hey derry down' chorus


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WE loos'd from the Downs, out of fair London town,/ and then we had pleasant fine weather,

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18 4-line verse narrative (see also Middlesex Flora)


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6  4-line verses and 'Hearts of Oak are our ships, &c.' chorus


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COME all you country girls so fair,/ and London lasses too;/ A merry ditty I have to tell,/ and certainly 'tis true.


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YOUNG men and maidens all give ear,/ to what I now relate;/ O mark you well, and you shall hear/ of my unhappy fate.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Chevy chace. 47 4-line verse narrative


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CEASE, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer,/ list ye landmen all to me:/ Mess-mates hear a brother sailor,/ sing the dangers of the sea.


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HARD was my lot to be display'd,/ by Cupid's cruel arrow;/ Since I'm oblig'd to go to sea,/ I go in grief and sorrow.


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


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BY moon-light on the green,/ where lads and lasses stray,/ How sweet the blossom'd bean!/ how sweet the new made hay!


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WHY, don't you know me by my scars?/ I'm soldier Dick come from the wars,/ Where many a head without a hat,/ Crowd honour's bed: but what of that!


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A Scarlet coat, and smart cockade,/ are passports for the fair/ For Venus' self was kind, 'tis said,/ to Mars the God of war.


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


Work_Notes:
Tune - God save the King, 7 7-line verses


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BEHOLD from many a hostile shore,/ And all the dangers of the main,


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COME, listen every Lord and Lady,/ Gentleman and Statesman,/ I come to sing a LITTLE SONG/ about a very GREAT MAN!

Work_Notes:
Tune - Bow wow, fal lal, &c. 13 8-line verses and 'Bow wow, etc.' chorus


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WHen Maggy and me were acquaint,/ I cary'd my noddle fu' hie,/ Nae lintwhite on a' the green plain,/ nor goudspink sae bonny as she.


Work_Notes:
Tune - Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed. 3 8-line verses


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DOES haughty Gaul Invasion threat?/ then let her Louns beware, Sir,/ We've WOODEN WALLS upon the seas,/ and VOLUNTEERS on shore, Sir.


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


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COME all you bold Britons attend with a cheer,/ To these lines I have penn'd, I pray lend an ear;/ The eighteenth of October, early in the day,/ The combin'd fleets of Cadiz boldly put to sea.


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A parson who had a remarkable foible,/ Of minding his bottle much more than his Bible,


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YE shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain,/ Approach from your sports and attend to my strain;/ Amongst all your number a lover so true,/ Was ne'er so undone, with such bliss in his view.


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I Have a green purse and a wee pickle gowd,/ A bonny piece land and planting on't,/ It fattens my flocks, and my barns it has stow'd;


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COME all you seamen bold,/ Lend an ear, lend an ear,/ Come all you seamen bold lend an ear,/ 'Tis of our Admiral's fame,/ Brave Benbow call'd by name,/ How he fought on the main,/ You shall hear, you shall hear,


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WHILE youth, my Lisbia, now inspires,/ while warm or vig'rous spirits play,/ Let's give the reigns to gay desires,/ nor heed what snarling dotards say.


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LET matters of state,/ Disquiet the great,/ The Cobler has nought to perplex him;


Title_of_Work:
A Turkish lady's love to a British sailor

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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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I Am a brisk young lively lass,/ a little more than twenty;/ And, by my comely air and dress,/ I can have sweet-hearts plenty:


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


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Queen of the Beggars./ HOW blest are the beggar-lasses,/ who never toil for treasure!/ Who know no care, but how to share/ each day successive pleasure.

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses and 4-line chorus in parts for 'Queen of the Beggars' and 6 women


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

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses, plus last 2 lines of each verse repeat to make 6 lines


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


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AS I walk'd out one morning in May,/ When groves were green and vallies gay


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NOW, Jenny lass, my bonny bird,/ My daddy's dead, an' a' that,/ He's snugly laid aneath the yird,/ an' I'm his heir, an' a' that.


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AS Tom and Polly went astray,/ for to pass the time away,/ Tom he thought himself quite happy,/ while he walk'd the new mown hay;


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FORC'D from home and all its pleasures,/ Afric's coast I left forlorn,/ To increase a stranger's treasures,/ O'er the swelling billows born.


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It was in and about the Martinmas time/ When the green leaves were a-falling,


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Keen blaws the wind o'er Dunnocht-/ Head,/ The snaw drives snellie thro' the dale;


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


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Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,/ And sair wi' his love he did deave me;

Work_Notes:
Tune - The Lothian lassie. 8 5-line verses


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THE lovely moon had climed 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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As I went over yon meadow,/ and carelessly passing alang,/ I listened wi' pleasure to Jenny,/ While mournfully singing this sang:


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


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Lassie wi' the raven locks,/ Charming lassie, Highland lassie,/ Gladly wad I tend thy flocks,

Work_Notes:
Tune - Lassie wi' the lint-white locks. 8 4-line verses and 4-line chorus


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IT was on a Lammas night,/ When corn rigs are bonnie,/ Beneath the moon's unclouded light/ I hied awa to Annie.

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Tune - Corn riggs are bonny. 4 8-line verses and 4-line chorus


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Amang the birks, sae blythe and gay,/ I met my Julia hameward gaun;/ The linties chantit on the spray,/ The lammies lowpit on the lawn;


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On beds of snow the moon-beam slept,/ And chilly was the midnight gloom./ When by the damp grave Ellen wept;


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Mary, I believed thee true,/ And I was blest in thus believing;/ But now I mourn that e'er I knew/ A girl so fair, and so deceiving.


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Let bardies tune the rural strain,/ And sing the loves of nymph or swain,/ Or mourn the hapless lover's pain,/ That's slighted by his dearie.


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The lovely moon had climed 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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And O, for ane and twenty, Tam!/ And hey, sweet ane and twenty, Tam!/ I'll learn my kin a rattlin sang,/ An I saw ane and twenty, Tam.

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Tune - The moudiewart. 3 4-line verses and 4-line chorus


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Let's be jovial, fill our glasses,/ Madness tis for us to think,/ How the world is ruled by asses/ And the wise are swayed by chink.


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


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The plowman's ditty. Being an answer to that foolish question, What have the poor to lose

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Because I'm but poor,/ And slender my store,/ That I've nothing to lose is the cry;/ Let who will declare it,/ I vow I can't bear it,/ I give all such praters the lie.


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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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Ah Chloris, could I now but sit/ as unconcern'd, as when/ Your infant beauty could beget/ no happiness or pain.


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


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AH! woes me! Poor Willy cried,/ see how I'm wasted to a span!/ My heart I lost, when first I spy'd/ the charming lovely milk-maid Nan.


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This morning is so very fine,/ we'll to the meadows walk,/ And when we to the town return,/ with shop-men we will talk./ And a shoping we will go.


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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 far below her de=/ gree,


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When I was young and in my prime,/ The seas I had to rove,/ My friends together did combine,/ To part me from my love.


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(title lost, appears written at time of 'King's Jaunt')

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(3rd? verse begins:) For weel we ken your title's gude,/ And shall maintain it with our blude,/ If any foreign foeman should/ Dispute the right o' Geordie.


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PART I./ Should auld acquaintance be forgot,/ and never thought upon;/ The flames of love extinguished,/ and freely past and gone?


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PART II./ My soul is ravish'd with the thought,/ when you I think upon!/ All griefs and sorrows take the slight,/ and hastily are gone;


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OE'R all the wide ocean the billows were rollong,/ mid torrents of hail the dread thunders did roar!/ And loud from the mountains the tempest was howling,/ when Sue sat to welcome her lover on shore.


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I am a darling 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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Bold Jack the Sailor, here I come,/ Pray how do you like my nib;/ My trowsers wide, my trampers rum,/ My nab and flowing jib:


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As I was walking one morning in May,/ The small birds were singing delightful and gay,/ There with my true love did often sport and play,/ Down among the bonny bed of Roses.


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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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If lassies low the laddies, they surely should confess,/ For every lassie has a lad she loes aboon the rest;


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Now ponder well ye parents dear,/ The words that I shall write,/ A woeful story you shall hear,/ By time brought forth to light:


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


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


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Ye banks and braes, and streams around/ The Castle o' Montgomery,


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Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder;/ The rain a deluge show'rs,


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Sandy Gray was a bit of a ranter,/ O, he was the Highlander gay,/ When M'Gregor he turn'd up his chater,/ For footing a strathspey away.

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses and 'toodle roodle' chorus


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The wind blew low, the sea was calm,/ When Tom and Poll first parted;/ She hung upon his\trembling arm,/ And vow'd to be true-hearted:


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And are you sure the news are true,/ And are ye sure he's well,/ Is this a time to ta'k of wark,/ Mak haste set by your wheel,

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1 10-line verse, 4-line chorus and 6 8-line verses


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Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er,/ Come boat me o'er to Charlie;/ I'll gi'e John Ross another bawbee/ To boat me o'er to Charlie.


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Bachelors of every station,/ Mark this true and strange relation,/ Which in brief to you I bring,/ Never was a stranger thing.

Work_Notes:
214-line verse narrative in 4 parts (of 48, 40, 56, 70 lines)


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


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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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When lads and lasses a' convene,/ To daff awa' an hour at e'en,/ I tak my way across the green/ To meet my Isobell.


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O see where the sun blinks on yon bieldy brae,/ Thither I'd lead thee, my bonny, bonny lassie,/ There my ewes and lambs feed and carelessly stray,


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Why, fair maid, in every feature/ Are such signs of fear exprest;/ Can a wand'ring wretched creature/ With such terror fill thy breast?


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"O! merry row, O! merry row/ The bonnie, bonnie bark,/ Bring back my love to calm my woe,/ Before the night grows dark.


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Faint and wearily the way-worn traveller/ Plods uncheerily afraid to stop,


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Near Bannockburn king Edward lay,/ The Scots they were not far away:/ Each eye bent on the break of day,/ Glimm'ring frae the east.


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Beneath a hill, 'mang birken bushes,/ By a burnie's dimplit linn,/ I told my love wi' artless blushes,/ To the lassie o' the glen.


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


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When Charlie first came to the North,/ With the manly looks of a Highland laddie,/ Moved every tru Scottish heart to warm,/ To guard the lad wi' the tartan plaidie.


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Mary, I believed thee true,/ And I was blest in thus believing,/ But now I mourn that e'er I know,/ A girl so fair and so deceiving.


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'Twas on the month of May, jo,/ When Jockey first I spy'd,/ He look'd as fair as day too,/ Gud gin I'd been his bride:


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Jockey met with Jenny fair,/ Betwixt the dawning of the day;/ And Jockey now is full of care,/ For Jenny stole his heart away;


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I yield, dear lassie, you ha'e won,/ And there is nae denying,


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Will ye gae to the ewbuchts, Marion,/ And wear in the sheip wi' mee?


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"Tho weel I like ye, Jwohnny lad,/ I cannot, munnet marry yet!/ My peer auld mudder's unco bad,/ Sae we a wheyle maun tarry yet;


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


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


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When I was in my se'enteen year,/ I was baith blythe and bonnie, O;/ The lads lo'ed me baith far and near,/ But I lo'ed nane but Johnny, O:


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DICK Whittington was a very little boy when his father and mother died; so little indeed, that he neither knew them, nor the place where he was born, --- He strolled about the country as ragged as a colt, till he met with a waggoner who was going to...


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

Work_Notes:
21 pages of 102 rhymed riddles and solutions


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IF Six Shillings and a Farthing shall be paid by a select number of men, each paying an equal share, how many shall there need to be to discharge the same?


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


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ONE asked a painter, how he could paint such pretty faces in his pictures, and yet get such homely children? Because, said he, I make the first by day-light, and the other in the dark.


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A description of a curious lead mine in Derbyshire

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A Gentleman of Norwich, who lately returned from a tour in Derbyshire, gives the following account of his visit to a Lead Mine near Castleton./ On our return from seeing Peak's Hole, our guide told us, that if we were fond of sights of the kind, there...


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A few mornings ago (I remember it was a rainy one) as I was walking along one of the back streets in Edinburgh, I was very much struck with a melancholy figure of a blind man...


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ONE evening, when I was sitting at bthe foot of a bridge, a man of the lower order of people, with grey hairs and a lame leg, and hardly able...


Title_of_Work:
Story of Benjamin Pope, Esq. The usurer.

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Mr. POPE died in the Fleet Prison, London, on the 2d. of August 1794. in the 67th year of his age, after suffering imprisonment eleven years and three months.


Title_of_Work:
Story of John Mounsey, esq. Commonly called, King of Patterdale

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JOHN MOUNSEY, Esq; of Patrickdale, in the parish of Barton, county of Westmoreland, commonly called King of Patterdale, was a very extraordinary character, of whom the following is a short description.


Title_of_Work:
Story of Henry the VIIIth. King of England

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As King Henry VIII. was hunting in Windsor forest one day, he desired to be left by himself. Upon which he struck down about dinner time to Reading, where he disguised himself in the habit of a yeoman of the King's guard; for one of whom, by his stature..


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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 plast called, OTHER WOES, which you will find in every part of the garden of life,


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As drunk as an Owl - as drunk as a sow - as drunk as a Beggar - as drunk as the Devil - as drunk as a Lord. The explanation of which is as follows.


Title_of_Work:
The history of the hunting at Chevychase

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THE noble family of the Piercies, Earls of Northumberland, have had a high esteem amongst the English nobility, and for their valour and noble exploits, famed not only in our history, but throughout the world.


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ALL happiness attend our king,/ And nation, one and all:/ A woeful hunting once there did/ in Chevychase befal!


Title_of_Work:
The history of the battle on the haughs of Cromdale

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AS I came in by Achendown,/ A little wee bit frae the town,/ Unto the Highlands I was bound,/ To view the Haughs of Cromdale.

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16 4-line verse narrative and 2 3-line choruses


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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, wher he studied very closely for three years; but the charge of maintaining him being too great for his ...


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THE Scots, by the most judicious Writers, and by those who have most diligently studied their antiquities, are acknowledged to be among the first who embraced the Faith of CHRIST; yea,they are said to be, by some, the very first-fruits of the Gentiles:


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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. - She being the only child...

Work_Notes:
19.5- page prose narrative in 8 chapters


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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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A genuine letter, from Jane Shore to King Edward IVth Taken from a very ancient History of Jane Shore

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May it please my King & Master,/ "VOUCHSAFE to stayne thy royal couch with the poor inklings of thy servant and handmaide, whom nathlesse thou hast most graciously daygned to raise unto thy royal couche, As Abraham did hid handmaide Hagar;


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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 your last Letter, my truly amiable friend, you appeared (though in a manner the most delicate) to express a desire of being acquainted with the history of my life, previous to my fixing my residence at Barton Castle./ My youthful days were replete...


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Of all the swains, both far and near,/ I love one, believe me,/ And he loves me sincerely dear,/ and never will deceive me:


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LET the learn'd and unlearn'd still pursue their/ fond schemes,/ An pursue the same end by quite different means;/ W weavers can never know sorrow or gloom,/ While commerce is brisk, and we work on our loom.


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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;


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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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OF all my experience how vast the amount,/ Some fifteen long winters I fairly can count!/ Was ever a damsel so sadly betray'd,/ To live all these years and yet still be a maid?


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ALL you maidens fair, I pray a while draw near,/ a tragic story I have to tell:/ 'Twill make your heart to bleed when I do proceed,

Work_Notes:
47 4-line verse narrative in 3 parts (of 7, 15, 25 verses respectively)


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Farewell my dear and gallant sailor,/ since you and I must parted be;/ If you prove constant without failing,/ I still will prove the same to thee.


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Pursuing beauty, men descry,/ the distant shore, and long to prove,/ (still richer in vanity,)/ the treasure of the land of love.


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At Willy's wedding on the green,/ The lassies, bonny witches,/ Were a' drest out in aprons clean,/ And braw white sunday mutches:


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


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


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I have a green purse and a wee pickle gow'd,/ A bonny piece land and planting on't./ It fattens my flocks, and my barns it has stow'd;


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How happy a state does the miller possess,/ Who would be no greater, nor fears to be less,/ On his mill and himself he depends for support,/ Which is better than servilly cringing at court


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The moon o'er the waves of the North throws her/ glory,/ And brightens the snow wreaths on proud Pentland/ high,


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Let matters of state,/ Disquiet the great,/ The Cobler has nought to perplex him;


Work_Notes:
Tune - Banks of the Devon. 8 4-line verses


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From the sea-beaten coast of Scotia I wander,/ In quest of a home thro' Columbia I stray;/ Ah! broad is the deep that now parts me asunder/ From my straw-cover'd cot on the banks of the/ Tay;


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The bride cam out o' the byre,/ And oh! as she dighted her cheeks -/ Sirs, I'm to be married the night,/ And hae neither blankets nor sheets;


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Oh! think on my fate I once 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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Come Roger, come Nell;/ Come Simkin, come Bell,/ Each lad with his lass, hither come,


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The sun just glancing through the trees,/ gave light and joy to ilka grove,/ And pleasure in each southern breeze,/ awaken hope and slumbering love.


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You're welcome to Paxton - Robin Adair,/ You're welcome to Paxton - Robin Adair,/ How does Johnny Mackrill do,/ Aye and Luke Gard/ner too,/ Why did they not come with you, Robin Adair.


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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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When rural lads and lasses gay,/ Proclaim'd the birth of rosy May,/ When round the maypole on the green,/ The rustic dancers all were seen;


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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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'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 is now toss'd on a billow,/ Far, Far at sea,


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Will ye gang wi me, lassie,/ To the braes o' Birniebouzle?/ Baith the earth and sea, lassie,/ Will I rob to fend ye:


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The smiling morn, the breathing spring,/ Invite the tuneful birds to sing,/ And while they warble from the spray,/ Love meets the universal lay,


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Merry may the maid be/ that marries the miller,/ For foul day or fair day,/ he's ay bringing till her;


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By pleasure long infected,/ Kind heaven when least expected/ My devious path directed/ to Nan of Logie green;


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Through the desarts of Greenland,/ Where the Sun never cast an eye;/ Blest with thee my dear Philander,/ Could I chuse to live and die:


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AS I was walking one morning in May,/ The small birds were singing bdelightful and gay;/ There with my true love did often sport and play,/ Down among the bonny Beds of Roses.


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I am lonesome since I cross'd the hills,/ and o'er the moors that tire me,/ With heavy thoughts my heart doth fill,/ since I parted with my Betsey;


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Upon a simmer afternoon,/ A wee before the sun gade down/ My lassie in a braw new gown,/ Came o'er the hills to gowrie


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When beauty blazes heavenly bright,/ the muse can no more cease to sing,/ Than can the lark with rising light/ her notes neglect with droping wing,


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The sun just glancing through the trees,/ gives light and joy to ilka grove,/ And pleasure in each southern breeze,/ awaken hope and slumbering love.


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ON Egypt's dreary soil where tyrants rule,/ Freedom's dear son, brave Abercrombie fell!/ Britons tis there your matchless hero lies/ A victim to the vengeance winged ball.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Mourn for Melpomene. 5 4-line verses


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When first I came to be a man/ Of twenty years or so,/ I thought myself a handsome youth,/ And fain the world would know.


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O SANDY what makes you grumble and growl,/ A mind discontented will ne'er do weel,


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


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How happy were my days till now./ I ne'er did sorrow feel;/ I rose with joy to milk my cow,/ or take my spinning wheel.


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Now simmer decks the fields wi' flow'rs,/ The woods wi' leaves are green,/ An' little birds a' round their bow'rs,/ in harmony convene;


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IT needs no second sight to see/ That I'm a jovial Tinker/ Bred up completely to my trade,/ Yet not a harden'd drinker./ So I have trudg'd a great way down,/ From London, gay and frisky,/ To look at Scotland, long so famd/ For fighting and for whisky.

Work_Notes:
12 8-line verses and 'bow, wow, &c.' chorus


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


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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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When merry fellows sit them down,/ To gar the toddy vflee,/ The sentiment an' sang gaes round,/ To carry on the glee.


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How long and eerie is the night,/ When I am frae my dearie;/ I restless lie frae morn till night,/ Tho' I were ne'er sae weary.


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


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There was a jolly miller once/ Liv'd on the river Dee;/ He wrought and sung frae morn to night/ No lark more blythe than he.


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My Harry was a gallant gay,/ Fu' stately strode he on the plain;/ But now he's banished far away,/ I'll never see him back again.


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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 hills o' Glenshee.


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Donald Caird's come again;/ Donald Caird's come again;/ Tell the news in burgh and glen,/ Donald Caird's come again.


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Will ye go lassie go/ To the Braes of Balquither,/ Where the blaeberries grow,/ 'Mong the bonnie blooming heather;


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How happy were my days till now?/ I ne'er did sorrow feel;/ I rose with joy to milk my cow,/ or take my spinning wheel


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DEIL tak the wars that hurried Willie frae me,/ Wha to loe me just had sworn;/ They made him a captain sure to undo me;/ Wae is me he will never return.


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IN winter, when the rain rain'd cauld,/ And frost and snaw on ilka hill,


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UP amang yon cliffy rocks,/ Sweetly rings the rising echo/ To the maid who tends the goats,/ Lilting o'er her native notes.


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


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


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IT was in and about the Martinmas time,/ When the green leaves were a-falling,/ That Sir John Graeme, in the west countrie,/ Fell in love with Barbara Allan.


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I DREAM'D a dreary dream last night;/ God keep us a' frae sorrow!/ I dream'd I pu'd the birk sae green,/ Wi' my true love on Yarrow.


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WILL ye go to the Highlands, my Mary,/ And visit our haughs and glens?/ There's beauty 'mang hills o' the Highlands,/ The braw lawlan' lassie ne'er kens.


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HAE ye seen, in the calm dewy morning,/ The red-breast wild warbling sae clear;/ Or the low dwelling, snow-breasted gowan,/ Sur-charged wi' mild e'ening's soft tear?


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Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,/ They are twa bonny lasses,/ They bigged a bow'r on yon burn brae,/ And theek'd it owre wi' rashes.


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O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty./ And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin;/ But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie/ My tocher's the jewel has charms for him.


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Leave off your tittle tattle,/ And I'll tell you of a battle,/ Where claymore and targe did rattle,/ As Rosline on the Lee.


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Assist me, ev'ry tuneful bard,/ oh lend me all your skill;/ In choicest lays, that I may praise,/ Sweet Nanny of the hill.


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LIFE'S like a ship in constant motion,/ sometimes high and sometimes low,


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HENCE with the lover who sighs o'er his wine,/ Chloe's and Phillis's toasting,/ Hence with the slave will whimper and whine,/ Of ardour and constancy boasting;/ Hence with love's joys, follies and noise,/ The toast that I give is the volunteer boys.


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IT fell about the Martinmas time,/ And a gay time it was then,/ When our goodwife got puddings to make,/ and she boil'd them in a pan.


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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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I'm wearin awn, Jean,/ Like snaw when its thaw, Jean,/ I'm wearin' awa, Jean,


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COME gie's a sang the lady cried,/ And lay your disputes a' aside,/ What signifies for folks to chide/ For what's been done before 'em?


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


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IF all the world and love were young,/ And truth in every shepherd's tongue,/ These pretty pleasures might me move,/ To live with thee, and be thy love.


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PART I./ COME listen, young lovers, a while, and you'll find./ That crosses do often attend lovers kind;/ The like in all ages was never in print,/ No doubt but the story will give you content.

Work_Notes:
Tune - To little or no purpose. 56 4-line verse narrative in 4 parts (of 11, 14, 13 and 18 verses respectively)


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ALL you that have travell'd the ocean,/ And sail'd over mountains and dales,/ Behold with your ears my condition,/ And hark with your eyes to my tales.


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I'M Larry O'Lash'em I was born at Killarney,/ Myself drove a noddy in Dublin's sweet town,/ And got fares enough, 'cause I tip the folks blarney,


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

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses and 'Sing fal de ral, lal de ral la, fal la de, &c.' chorus (after first verse)


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THOUGH right be aft put down by strength,/ As mony a day we saw that,/ The true and leifu' cause at length/ shall bear the grie for a' that./ For a' that, an' a' that,/ Guns, guillotines, an' a' that,/ The Fleur-de-lis, that lost her right,/ Is Queen...

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5 8-line and 1 4-line verses (some words of last verse lost through damage to book)


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166-line verse narrative in 4 parts (of 48, 46, 72 lines)


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PART I./ BATCHELORS of every station,/ Mark and hear this true relation,/ Which in truth to you I bring,/ Never was a stranger thing.


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YOUR charms to ruin led the way,/ My sense depriv'd,/ My strength enslav'd;/ As I did love you betray:/ How great's the curse, how hard my/ (fat,/ To pass life's sea with such a mate.


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PART I./ 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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29 6-line verse narrative in 4 parts (of 8, 9, 8 and 4 verses)


Title_of_Work:
An account of the behaviour of Mrs. M'Kinnon, who was executed at Edinburgh, on the 16th of April, 1823, for the barbarous murder of William Howat. Also, an advice to her friends, while under sentence of death.

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FROM the parentage and education of this unfortunate woman, one would have expected that her exit from this life would have been on a ded of downs; yet, mark the wretched pass to which her depravities have brought her!


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I./ Three times the carline grain'd and rifted,/ Then to the beam her ee she lifted,/ In bawdy policy weel gifted,/ When she now faun,/ That death nae langer wad be shifted,/ She thus began:


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MR JOHNSON, a very worthy charitable gentleman, was travelling sometime ago across one of those vast plains which are known in Wiltshire.


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In a mouldering cave, a wretched re-/ treat,/ Britannia sat wasted with care;/ She wpt for her Wolfe, then exclaim'd/ against fate,/ And gave herself up to despair.


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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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Stay, traveller, tarry here to-night,/ The rain yet beats, the wind is loud,/ The moon too has withdrawn her light,


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The woodland maid, my beauty's queen,/ In nature's simple charm array'd,


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What ails this heart o' mine./ What ails this watery e'e?


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O saw ye Johnny comin, quo' she,/ Saw ye Johnny comin;


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I SIGH and lament me in vain,/ these walls can but echo my moan,/ Alas! it uncreases my pain,/ when I think on the days that are gone.


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


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O SAW ye bonny Lesley/ As she gaed o'er the border?/ She's gane like Alexander,/ To spread her conquests farther.


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MR Thomas Thumb was the son of Mr Theophilus Thumb, of bThumb-Hall, in Northumberland. At the Time of his Birth, the Sun was eclipsed; w3hich, is supposed, stinted his Grouth, and made him almost invisible.


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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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NEAR the town of Lynn in Norfolk, lived one Mr John Fox, a Gentleman but of a mean estate who courted the only 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, that...


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CHAP I./ Of Fortunatus' Birth, Parentage, &c../ IN the isle of Cyprus there is a stately city called Famagosta, where once lived one Theodorus, descended of noble parents, who left him with a great estate; but being brought up to nothing but pleasures,


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THERE was once upon a time, a widow, who had two daughters. The eldest was so much like her in the face and humour, that whoever looked upon the daughter, saw the mother, they were both so disagreeable and proud,


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CHAP I./ THE person we intend to treat upon in the following discourse, is one Sheffery Morgan, born near Denby, a place well known in Wales, his father being a man of no small account, kept two or three hogs. and brewed week for week the year round...


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Here Shefferey Morgan the Welsh doctor lies,/ Come, good St. Taffy, now with mournful cries,/ And sweep up Shink in Shones, and cousin Price/ With all our near relations Hugh and Rice.


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ON Friday, the 24th October 1823, about eight o'clock in the evening, as a Mr P. Smith was proceeding, walking behind a donkey chaise, wherein his wife was riding, from the house of a Mr Nicholls, at Batler's Green, to his own residence in Kemp's-row,...


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ON Tuesday the 6th January 1824, the prisoners, John Thurtell and Joseph Hunt, were brought up for trial at the Hertford Adjourned Assizes, at an early hour in the morning.


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John Thurtell stepped up with a peculiarly solmn, but resolutely firn and manly step. His air and look were different from his usual manner, only by more marked gravity and seriousness.


Title_of_Work:
A strange and wonderful account of James M'Gregor

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TYHIS James M'Gregor lived near the parish of Dunse, in the south of Scotland. He had always plenty of money to lend on sure and great interest, especially on land; but how he came by this money, no person there could tell.


Title_of_Work:
Substance of a sermon, from REV.XX.7. - "When the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of prison," &c.

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My brethren, it is undoubtedly for mans's sins that the Prince of darkness is permitted to go up and down, like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour, and that he prevails on the souls of men.


Title_of_Work:
A narrative of the extraordinary adventures of four sailors

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THE truth of these adventures is sufficiently authenticated. When these unfortunate sailors first arrived at Archangel, they were examined a part by Mr. Klinstadt, Chief Auditor of the Admiralty of that city, who minuted down all the particulars...


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THO' Geordie reigns in Charlie's stead,/ I'm grieved, yet scorn to shaw that;/ I'll ne'er look down nor hang my head,/ On rebel whig for a' that;


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IT was a' for our rightfu' King,/ We left fair Scotland's strand!/ It was a' for our rightfu' King,/ We e'er saw Irish land, my dear.

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5 5-line verses (including repeated 4th lines)


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My love was born in Aberdeen!/ The bonniest land that e'er was seen,


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


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OUT over the Forth I look to the North,/ But what is the north and its Highlands to me:


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Go plaintive sounds! and to the fair,/ My secret wounds impart,


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At the quarter sessions for Liverpool on May, 1817, Patrick Fitzsimmons was tried for stealing a watchman's great coat. It was proved that the prisoner had, on the night of the 6th ult. broken open a watchman's box,


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Of modest maids in single weeds,/ I've naething for to sae man,/ But against the game of haken wench,/ I'll tell you if youl stay man.


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Oh neighbours! what had I ado for to marry,/ My wife she drinks possets and wine o' Canary,/ And ca's me a niggardly, thraw-gabbet carlie,/ O, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly!


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Taste life's glad moments,/ Whilst the wasting taper glows;/ Pluck, ere it withers,/ The quickly fading rose.


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


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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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Auld Watty of Kebbuckston brae,/ With lear and reading of books auld farren,/ What think ye! the body came owre the day,/ And tauld us he's gaun to be married to Mirren.

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7 10-line verses. No statement of authorship.


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Said a smile to a tear, on the cheek of my dear,/ Which beam'd like the sun in spring weather,


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


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IN Liverpool town a rich merchant did dwell,/ And he kept a coachman as I have heard tell,/ He served him six years as I have heard say,/ At length John his master a prank he did play.

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10 4-line verse narrative and 'Sing tal de ral lal,' chorus


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NEAR Ryegate there lived a farmer,/ who's daughter to market would go,/ Not fearing that any would harm her,/ for often she rode to and fro.


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last 6.5 4-line verses of verse narrative


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No cheering sun-beam's friendly ray,/ Shone on the dark and cloudy day,/ When I, an outcast from my birth,


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SOME likes the Cries of London,/ and others of Dublin city:/ But of all the cries amongst them,/ let me hear the cries of Auld Reckie,


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THERE liv'd a wife in our gate-end,/ She lo'ed a drap of capie. O,


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THERE was a jovial Miller once,/ liv'd on the river Dee,/ That work'd and sung from morn to night,/ no lark more blythe than he:


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Braw, braw lads of Galla water,/ O braw lads of Galla-water,/ I'd kilt my coats above the knee,/ and follow my love thro' the water.


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


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


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


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BRIGHT Chanticleer proclaims the dawn,/ And spangles deck the thorn;/ The lowing herd now quits the lawn,/ The lark springs from the corn;


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OH, whack! Cupid's a manikin;/ Smack on the back he hit me a polter;/ Good lack! Judy O'Flannikin;


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THIS is no my ain lassie,/ Fair though the lassie be:


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You've surely heard o' famous Neil,/ The man t hat played the fiddle weel;


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Oh, take me to your arms, love, for keen the wind/ doth blow;/ Oh, take me to your arms, love, for bitter is my/ wo:


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The pauky auld carle came o'er the lee,/ With many good eens and good days to me,/ Saying, Guidwife for your courtesy,/ Will you lodge a silly poor mam?


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


Title_of_Work:
A new American song, addressed to the sons of liberty, by a gentleman of the city of New York

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IN story we'er 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,


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MY countrymen now all around,/ In whom true courage may be found,/ Pray be advis'd let's go awa,/ And see this play in America,/ Why should we idly sit at home,


Title_of_Work:
A new song, in praise of the Light Infantry of the 66th Regiment, by John Kelly, lately enlisted in the said 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 Lord Adam Gordon,/ and his light infantry.


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WHAT is the reason of your taking on,/ A bonny young lassie to be a dragoon?


Title_of_Work:
The sailor's lamentation to the tune of the Irish boy

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What a foolish boy was I,/ To fall in love with a girl so coy./ First to promise and deceive me/ And at the last to go and leave me.


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


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When first I came to be a man/ Of twenty years or so/ I thought myself a handsome youth,/ and fain the world would know.

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12 8-line verse narrative (numbered as 6 16-line verses)


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LAST midsummer morning as going to the/ fair,/ I met with young Jamie, was taking the air,/ He asked me to stay, and indeed he did prevail,/ Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in the/ vale.


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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 sighed when at night repairing,/ To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill:


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AE day a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,/ And sair wi' his love he did deave me; But I said there was naething I hated like men:/ The duce tak' the lad to believe me.


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WHEN fairies trip round the gay green,/ And all nature seems sunk into rest;/ Thro' valleys I wander unseen,/ My heart with sad sorrow opprest:


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LAST midsummer morning as going to the fair,/ I met with young Jamie, was taking the air,/ He asked me to stay, and indeed he did prevail,/ Beneath the pretty hawthorn that blooms in the vale.


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My daddie is a canker'd carle,/ He'll no twine wi' his gear:/ My minny is a scolding wife;/ Hauds a' the house a-steer.


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ONE morn in May, when fields were gay, (Serene and charming was the weather)/ I chanc'd to roam some miles from home,


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NEAR by Forth-side there stands a town,/ in situation fair,/ It is the head town of the shire,/ as I to you declare:


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COME all ye jolly weavers,/ give ear unto my song,/ To you above all others,/ these verses do belong.


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AS now my bloom comes on apace,/ these swains began to teaze me;/ But two, who claim the foremost place,/ try different ways to please me.


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YE gales that gently wave the sea,/ And please the canny boat-man,/ Bear me frae hence, or bring to me,/ My brave and bonny Scotsman.


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WHEN flow'ry meadows deck the year,/ and sporting lambkins play,/ When spangl'd fields renew'd appear,/ And music wak'd the day;/ Then did my Chloe leave her bow'r,/ To hear my am'rous lay,


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DEAR Roger, if your Jenny geck,/ and answer kindness with a slight,/ Seem unconcern'd at her neglect,/ for women in a man delight:


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WHEN all was wrapt in dark midnight/ and all was fast asleep;/ In glided Marg'ret's grimly Ghost,/ and stood at William's feet.


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IT happened on a morning clear,/ as down the quay I walked,/ I chanced to meet a maiden fair,/ who with her father talked;


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COME my lads, let's join the core,/ Highland laddie, sodger laddie,/ That rally round our native shore,/ My bonny Highland laddie.


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NOW Frenchmen do threat,/ Us Britons to meet,/ With presumption upon our own coast;


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EVERY movement (Casuists sing),/ Has, tho' often hid, its spring,/ Now controlling, now impelling/ Raising sinking, soothing, swelling,/ As prevails the different passion,


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SAWNEY:/ SO BONAPARTE, you say you're coming to (S)cotland./ BONAPARTE,/ Yes; I mean to come to give you liberty.


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WE feel it to be our duty this day, to discole to the public a scene so horrible that nothing but the firmest conviction of its reality could have induced us to lay it before them.


Title_of_Work:
A diverting dialogue between a noted shoemaker and his wife

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WIFE./ I Wonder where my bumbling and cobling numskul brainless sap noddle rambles at this time of night: among his drunken sots and companions I warrant ye.

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7-page dialogue between 'Wife' and 'Crispin'


Title_of_Work:
The history of the battle on Chevy-Chace

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CHAP. I./ How the Piercies got their name; and to be Earls of Northumberland, and of the vow which the Earl, in the Reign of Henry II. made to hunt on Chevy-Chace.


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

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


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MRS. JANE SHORE  was daughter to Mr Thomas Wainstead, a citizen of good repute, who lived in Cheapside, by trade a mercer.


Title_of_Work:
The dying lamentation of Mrs Jane Shore.

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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, That to the miserable pity should be shewn.


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CANTO I./ WAS ne'er in Scotland heard or seen/ sic dancing and deray;/ Nouther at Faukland on the Green,/ nor Peebles at the play,

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69 9-line verse narrative in 3 cantos, each of 23 verses


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An honest man in Lancashire,/ three wives he did enjoy,/ Now by the first, it doth appear,/ he had a comely boy,


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YOU that in pleasant tales\delight/ to pass the time away,/ Each long and tedious winter night,/ read this small book, I pray.


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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 short account of Bonaparte's cruel conduct in Syria

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BONAPARTE having carried the town of Jaffa by assault, many of the garrison were put to sword; but the greater part flying into the mosques, and imploring mercy from their pursuers were granted their lives


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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 eight, to walk late in the night into the city disguised, to observe and take notice how...

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22-page prose narrative, including 4 8-line verse song (to the tune Jenny Gin): The cobler's song in the King's cellar


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


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HEAR me ye nymphs and every swain,/ I'll tell how Peggy grieves me,


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O wat ye wha's in yon town,/ Ye see the e'ening sun upon?/ The dearest maid's in yon town,/ His setting beams e'er shone upon.


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IT'S not yet day, it' not yet day,/ then why should we leave good liquor,/ 'Till the sun beams around us play,/ we'll sit and take another pitcher,


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IN a mouldering cave, a wretched retreat,/ Britannia sat wasted with care:/ She wept for her Wolfe, then exclaim'd/ against Fate,/ and gave herself up to despair.


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


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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 bonny o'er thy flowery lea,


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


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You Gallic Gasconaders,/ Your boats of war prepare,/ And prove yourselves invaders,/ Of Britain - if you dare.


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Out o'er yon mountain and o'er yon lang muir,/ There lives a young lassie of twenty and twa,/ And adt I hae ca'd at her auld mither's door,/ To try for to wile my dear Mary awa:


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Young Mary sang wi' love in her e'e,/ Beneath the bonny hawthorn tree,/ That blooms out o'er yon flowery lee,

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9 4-line verses and 4-line chorus (varying verse to verse)


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Your laughter I'll try to provoke./ With the wonders I've got in my travels;/ And first is a pig in a poke,/ Next a law-case without any cavils;

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8 4-line verses and 'Tol lol, &c.' chorus


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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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When the winter wind whistles along the wild moor,/ The cottager shuts on the beggar his door,/ When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye,/ How hard is the fate of the wandering boy.


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


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


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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 the/ world/ The heart that is humble might hope for it here,


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Wha wau'dna be in love/ wi' bonny Maggy Lauther,/ A piper met her gaun through Fife/ He spier'd what was't they ca'd her?


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


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Ye fair possess'd of every charm,/ to captivate the will,/ Whose smiles can rage itself disarm,/ Whose frowns itself can kill:


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

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


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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 & persons.


Title_of_Work:
Old Scottish prophesies, 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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2-page interpretation of prophesy about union of England and Scotland


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


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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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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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'Twas down in a valley, by the side of a grove,/ By a clear chrystal fountain I saw my true love,


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Come all you honest lovers,/ and listen to my thame,/ For I love a pretty girl,/ sweet Alison by name,


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I was, d'ye see a waterman,/ As tight and spruce as any:/ From Richly town to Horsley Down,/ I turn'd an honest penny.


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The Ladies all can best approve,/ the strict attention of my love,/ Though I decry their frippery,/ the ton the fashions oft did try,


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VULCAN, contrive me such a cup,/ As Nestor us'd of old;


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Duncan Campbell came from the Highlands, when six years of age, to live with an old maiden aunt in Edinburgh, and attend the school. His mother as dead: but his father had supplied her place, by marrying his house keeper.


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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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O WALY, waly up yon bank/ And waly, waly, down yon brae,/ And waly by yon river side,/ Where I and my love wont to gae,


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Frae flesher Rab that liv'd in Crieff,/ A bonnie bonny lassie, came to buy some beef,/ He took her in his arms, and dow she did fa',/ And the wind blew the bonny lassie's plaidy awa.


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Sweet is the rose that's budding on yon thorn,/ Down in yon valley so cheery;


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'Twas summer and sweetly the breezes were blowing,/ And sweetly the nightingale sang from the tree;


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


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Did ever a swain a nymph adore,/ as I ungrateful Nanny do?


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


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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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As Autumn sun had sunk full low,/ Behind Benlomond hill,/ And Ardoch brown cam rowing down/ Wi' speed might ca'd a mill.


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


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Behind yon hillsof lofty height,/ I dearly love to stray./ Whar lads and lasses fondly sport,/ And spend the gowden day;


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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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IN Rome a gentleman did wed,/ A virgin of great fame;/ A fairer creature never did/ Dame Nature ever frame.


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July the first in Old Bridge-town,/ there aught to be a pattern,/ As it's recorded in each church book,/ throughout all the nation.


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It fell upon a Martinmass time,/ And a gay time it was then,/ When our goodwife got puddings to make/ And she boil'd them in a pan.


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Peggy, now the King's come,/ Peggy now the King's come,/ Thou may dance and I shall sing,


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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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Amang the birks sae blythe and gay,/ I met my Julia hameward gaun;/ The linties chantit on the spray,/ The lammies lowpit on the lawn;


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Bonny lassie, will ye go,/ Will ye go, will ye go, . . . To the birks of Aberfeldy.


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


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How sweet the rose blaws, it fades and it fa's;/ Red is the rose and bonnie O:/  It brings to my mind what my dear laddie was;/ So bloom'd, so cut off, was my Johnnie, O.


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THIS is no my plaid/ My plaid, my plaid,/ O this is no my plaid,/ Bonnie though the colours be.


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Why, my Charly thus to leave me,/ Thus to flee thy Flora's arms./ Were yon vows but to deceive me,/ Valiant o'er my yielding charms?


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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 plane like Johnny.


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While deeds of Hell deface the world,/ and Gallia's throne in ruins lies,/ While round the world revolt is hurl'd,/ and Discord's banefull banner flies./ Loud shall the loyal Briton sing/ To ams! to arms! your bucklers bring,


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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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Far in the windings of a vale,/ Fast by a sheltering wood,/ The safe retreat of health and peace,/ An humble cottage stood.


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THERE is not in this wide world, a valley so sweet,/ As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;/ Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,/ Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.


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The sun was wading in the west:/ The bird sat chattering in ilka tree;/ All nature seem'd to be at rest./ But their no rest provided for me.

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3 4-line verses and 4-line chorus (poss. origin od 'Farewell to Nova Scotia'??


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


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There's mony bra' Jockies and Jennies,/ comes weel buskit into the fair,/ Wi' ribbons on their cockernonies,/ And south o' bra' flour in their hair.


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I sigh and lament me in vain,/ these walls can but echo my moan,/ Alas! it increases my pain,/ when I think on the days that are gone.


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I lo'e na a laddie but ane,/ he lo'es na a lassie but me.


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


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As it fell out upon a day,/ two lovers they sat upon a hill:/ They sat together a long summer's day,/ and could not take their fill.


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


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When William at eve meets me down at the stile,/ how sweet is the nightingale's song,


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When Nature with wild flowers bespangled the/ mountains,/ And meadows displayed a' their charms to the bee,/ When pure gush'd the rills by their grass-bordered/ fountains


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When Rosie was faithful, how happy was I,/ Still gladsome as summer the time glided by;/ I played my harp cheerie, while fondly I sang,


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John Anderson my jo, John,/ When we were first acquaint,/ Your locks were like the raven,


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Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,/ Thou bonnie wood of Craigie lea,/ Near thee I spent 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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5 4-line verses and 2 4-line choruses. No statement of authorship.


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Let drunkards sing in praise o' 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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Sir John Cope trode the north right far,/ Yet ne'er a rebel he came naur,/ Until he landed at Dunbar. Right early in the morning.


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First when Maggie was my care,/ Heaven I thought was in her air;/ Now we're married - spier nae mair:/ Whistle owre the lave o't.


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Blythe was the time when he fee't wi' my father, O,/ (H)appy war the days when we herded thegither O,


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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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WHA wou'dna be in love,/ wi' bonny Maggy Lauther,/ A piper met her gaun through Fife/ He spier'd what was't they ca'd her?


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3 8-line verses and 4-line chorus (the first 4 lines of verse 1)


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I DREAM'D a dreary dream last night,/ God keep us free from sorrow;/ I dream'd I pou'd the birks sae green,/ Wi' my true love on Yarrow.


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WHEN as King Henry rul'd this land/ The second of that name;/ Besides the queen he lov d dear,/ A fair and comely dame.


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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 hills to Gowrie.


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


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I was, d'ye see a waterman,/ as tight and spruce as any:/ From Richly town to Horsley Down,/ I turned an honest penny.


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Ye sailors bold that plough the ocean,/ see dangers landsmen never know,/ Some gain glory band promotion,/ no tongue can tell what we undergo:


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Banish sorrow, grief's a folly,/ care unbend thy wrinkled bow,/ Hence dull care and melancholy,/ wine and wit invites us now,


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The moon o'er the waves of the North throws/ her glory,/ And brightens the snow wreaths on proud Pent-/ land/ high;

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Tune - 'Banks of the Devon'. 4 8-line verses


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The hearth was clean and the fire-side clear,/ the kettle on for tea:/ Ranger was in his elbow chair,/ as bles'd as man can be.


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I lo'e na a laddie but ane,/ he lo'es na a lassie but me,


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


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O weel may the Boatie row,/ And better may she speed;


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The Lass of Patie's Mill,/ So bonny blithe and gay,/ In spite of all my skill,/ Hath stole my heart away.


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


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In winter when the rain rain'd cauld,/ and frost and snaw on ilka hill,


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Merry Porteus of Old, as by Ovid we're told,/ Could vary his shape as he chose;/ Then why should not he my model be,/ When in charity's name I impose.

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4 4-line verses connected with prose 'spoken' passages


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


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Ah! why did I gather this delicate flower,/ Why pluck the young bud from the tree?


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A ford 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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WILL ye gang to the lea rig,/ My ain kind dearie, O;/ And cuddle there fu' kindie,/ Wi' me, my kind dearie, O?


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LADIES, how d'ye do?/ Gemmen, how are ye too?/ The company I view,/ I'm proud to scrap my shoe to.


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On Ettrick Banks, on a summer's night,/ at gloamin' when the sheep drave hame,/ I met my lassie, braw, braw and tight,/ come wading barefoot a' her lane.


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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 is shining on


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Auld Eddie Ochiltree,/ Auld Eddie Ochiltree,/ He is come a courting me,/ Auld Eddie Ochiltree,


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SHE's all my fancy painted her,/ Ye gods she is divine;/ But her heart it is anothers'/ She never can be mine:


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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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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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When I was in my se'enteen year,/ I was baith blythe and bonny, O,/ The lads lo ed me baith far and near,/ But I lo'ed nane but Johnny O,


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The lass of Patie's mill,/ So bonny, blythe, and gay/ In spite of all my skill,/ She stole my heart away.


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Auld farran' cantie body,/ Cam ye by the Netherlee?/ Auld farren' cantie body,/ Did ye there my lassie see?


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"Tho' weel I like ye, Jwonny lad,/ I cannot munnet marry yet!/ My peer auld mudder's unco bad,/ She wee a whelye maun tarry yet;


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Will ye gae to the ewebuchts, Marion,/ And weir in the shiep wi' me?


Title_of_Work:
An account of the bad treatment, that I Robert Ker met with in the Town of Falkirk, by one Richard Burn, one of the Laird of Grant's Ensigns there; together with an Antichristian crew, one John M'clean, one of the task-masters of our land, and one...

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THere was a Fair into Falkirk,/ Where I did go to sell my Books,/ And there I met with Ensign Burn,


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THE History of the valiant SIR WILLIAM WALLACE mtm was originally written in Latin by Mr. John Blair, Chaplain to Wallace, and turned into Scotch metre by one called Blind Harry in the days of KING JAMES IV.

Work_Notes:
23-page prose narrative including 16-line verse 'elegy on the valiant Sir William Wallace'


Title_of_Work:
The history of the battle of Bannockburn in verse

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IN days of yore our Scottish bards/ Did our hero's acts proclaim;/ And among the chief was Robert de Bruce,/ A king of noble fame.


Title_of_Work:
King Robert Bruce's address to the Scottish Army, before the battle of Bannockburn

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SCOTS, wha hae wi' WALLACE bled,/ Scots whan BRUCE has aften led,/ Welcome to your gory bed,/ Or to glorious victory!


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The victory at Bannockburn was followed by repeated invasions of England, where the Scots carried every thing before them.


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CHAP. I. A merry Jest betwixt old Mother Winter, and her Son-in-law, Tom.


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TALE I./ Of a Scholar and a tapster on a winter night.


Title_of_Work:
A description of the Emperor of China's palace,&c., &c.

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THE Palace, which is somewhat more than three miles in circumference, consists in general of many ranges of building detached from each other, disposed in beautiful symmetry,


Title_of_Work:
Description of the Mahometan temples and mosques

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THERE are three Classes of Temples and Mosques in the Turkish Empire, viz. Imperial, Ordinary, and the simple Messdjids.


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CHARLES JAMES FOX was born on the 13th of January 1749 and is second son to Henry first Lord Holland, by Lady Georgiana Carolina, eldest daughter of the late Duke of Richmond -


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IN the reign of the Caliph Haroun Alraschid, there lived in Bagdad a poor porter named Hinbad. One day, during the excessive heats of summer, he was carrying a heavy load, from one extremity of the city to the other,


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O once I lov'd a bonny lass,/ and ay I love her still,/ And whilst that virtue warms my breast,/ I'll love my handsome Nell.


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O whistle an' I'll come to you, my lad,/ O whistle, &c./ Tho' father and mother, and a' should gae mad,


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BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,/ 'Mang moors and mosses mony O,/ The wintry sun the day has clos'd,/ And I'll awa' to Nannie O!


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MY Lady's gown there's gairs upon't,/ And gowden flowers sae rare upon't;/ But Jenny's jimps and jirkinet,/ My Lord thinks muckle mair upon't.


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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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COME sit down my Cronie, an' gi'e me your crack,/ Let the win' tak the care o' this life on its back;


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THE Sun has gane o'er the lofty Benlomond,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene;

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses plus last line of each verse repeated - includes 2 'Additinal (sic) verses'. No statement of authorship.


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

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


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THO' haughty France invasion threat,/ Yet let these loons beware, Sir,/ There's Wooden-Walls upon our seas,/ And Volunteers on shore, Sir.

Work_Notes:
Tune - Merrily danced the Quaker's wife. 3 8-line verses, the first serving as chorus to verses 2 and 3


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IANTHE, the lovely, the joy of her swain,/ By Iphis was lov'd, and lov'd Ipha again;/ She liv'd in the youth, and the youth in the fair:


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IN history we read of a Free-mason King,/ The monarch of Israel, his praises we'll sing;

Work_Notes:
Tune: Derry-down, down, 16 4-line verses


Work_Notes:
Tune: In the Garb of old Gaul. 5 4-line verses and 6-line chorus. By "a brother of the Lodge of St Luke, Edinburgh"


Title_of_Work:
Sir Neil & Glengyle the Highland cheftains

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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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A Captain, bold, in Halifax, that dwelt in co.../ try quarters,/ Seduced a maid who hang'd herself one mornin.../ in her garters;


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FAIR lady mourn the memory,/ Of all our Scottish fame!/ Fair lady mourn the memory,/ Even of our Scottish name!/ How proud were we of our young prince,/ And of his natave sway./ But all our hopes are past and gone,/ Upon Culloden day.


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Hame hame hame. fain wad I be/ Oh hame hame hame in my ain countrie,


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Contented wi' little and canty wi' mair,/ Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow and care,/ I gie them a skelp as the're creeping alang,/ Wi' a cog o' guid ale and an auld Scottish sang


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Though my fireside it be but sma,/ And bare and comfortless witha,/ I'll keep a seat and maybe twa,/ To welcome bonny Charlie.


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O send Lewie Gordon hame,/ And the lad I darena name!/ Tho' his back be at the wa'/ Here's to him that's far awa.


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As I stray'd o'er the common on Cork's ragged/ border,/ While the dew-drops of morning the sweet prim-/ rose array'd./ I saw a poor female, whose mental disorder

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses (This is the 2nd part of Mary le More, as as item 1169)


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THE man that should our king ha'e been,/ He wore the royal red and green;/ A braver lad ye wadna seen,


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O Mary at thy window be,/ It is the wish'd the trysted hour!


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Thee deil cam fiddling through the town,/ And danced awa wi' the Exciseman;


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Royal Charlie's now awa,/ Safely oe'r the friendly main,/ Mony a heart will break in twa,/ Should he ne'er come back again.


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My love was born in Aberdeen,/ The bonniest lad that e'er was seen,/ But now he makes our hearts fu' sad,/ He's ta'en the field wi' his white cockade,


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To daunton me and me sae young,/ And gude Ling James's auldest son,/ O that's the thing that ne'er can be,/ For the man's unborn that will daunton me.


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Farewell my dame and my barnies twa!/ Fareweel to a' I lo'e so dear!/ Wha wadna up, and for Charlie draw,


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Will you go to Sheriffmuir,/ Bauld John o' Innisture,/ There to see the noble Mar,/ And his Highland laddies;


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Whe I hae saxpence under my thumb,/ Then I'll get credit in ilka town;/ but ay when I am poor they bid me gae by,


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Donald Card can lilt and sing,/ Blithely dance the highland fling,/ Drink till the gudeman be blind,

Work_Notes:
5 8-line verses and 2 4-line choruses (Donald Caird's come again)


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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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Come Auld Acquaintance, stop awee,/ I'm sure ye maun hae min',/ How far the times are altered now,/ Frae days o' langsyne.


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Oh! fair rose the morning the sun in mild/ splendour,/ Bade nature's rich beauties delighted awake./ When Donald returning (so true and so tender)/ Wove proudly the scarf he had kept for my sake


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When simmer smil'd ilk flowery pride,/ On Scotia's rural vallies wide,/ And Flora, like a rosy bride,


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O stay, sweet warbling Wood-lark stay,/ Nor quit for me the trembling spray;


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The heath this night must be my bed,/ The bracken curtain for my head,/ My lulaby the warder's tread,/ Far, far, from love and the Mary.


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There is not in this wide world a valey so swe.../ As that vale in whose bosom the bright wa.../ meet;/ Oh! tho last rays of feeling and life must dep.../ Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from.../ he

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses, some text lost through trimming on outer edge of page


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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 o' Balloch.


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


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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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I hae laid a herrin' in saut,/ Lass gin he loe me tell me now,/ I hae brew'd s forpet o' maut,/ And I canna come ilka day to woo.


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And we're a noddin, nid nid noddin,/ And we're a noddin at our house at hame.


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O Willy is a canty chiel!/ The maison-art he kens sae weel,/ To raise a laugh or - raise the diel -/ Its just the same to Willie, O!


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John Anderson my joe, John,/ You were my first conceit,/ I think na shame to say, John, I loe'd ye ear and late;/ They say you're turning auld, John,/ And what though it be so?


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


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What ails ye now, my daintie Pate,/ Ye wiina wed an' a' that?/ Say are ye fley'd, or are ye blate,/ To tell your love an' a that?

Work_Notes:
Tune, 'For a' that an' a' that'. 5 8-line verses, part of verse 4 lost through damage to book


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


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O LISTEN, listen to the voice of love,/ He calls me Daphne to the grove;


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The morn was fair and saft was the air,/ All nature's sweets were springing,/ The buds did bow with silver dew,/ Ten thousand birds were singing;


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How blest has my time been what joys have I /known,/ Since wedlock's soft bondage made Jessy my own,


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The morning fresh The sun is in east/ New guilds the smiling day,/ The lark forsakes her dewy nest,


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O lovely maid, how dear thy power,/ At once I love, at once adore;

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2 8-line verses plus 2 lines - appear to be a fragment


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O meikle thinks my love o' my beauty,/ And meikle thinks my love o' my kin,/ But little thinks my love, I ken brawlie,/ My tocher's the jewel that has charms for him


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Had I a cave on some wild distant shore,/ Where the winds howl to the waves dashing/ roar,


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Wha wad na be in love,/ Wi' bonny Maggy Lauder,/ A piper met her gaun tr fife,/ And spier'd what wast they ca'd her


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WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame,/ And a' the busy warld to sleep are gane,/ The waes o' my heart fa's in showers/ Frae my ee',/ When my guidman lies sound sleeping by me.

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2 6-line verses, 2 5-line verses, 5 4-line verses


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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 am sixty-three,


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WInter has left us, the trees are in bloom,/ While cowslips & vi'lets the meadows perfume,


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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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AS the thrush 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,


Title_of_Work:
The surprising history of the leviathan, or river horse.

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WHEN we extend our view through creation, and consider the infinite variety, which the wisdon of God hath produced, we stand astonished at the exuberance of design, and cannot fail to entertain the highest ideas of so great and glorious a Being.


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When first I came to be a man/ Of twenty years or so,/ I thought myself a handsome youth,/ and fain the world would know.


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ALL hail to the day that merits more praise/ than all other days in the year;/ And Bless'd be the night that giveth delight,/ to the poor man as well as the peer.


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NOT far from town a country squire/ an open hearted blade,/ Had long conceiv'd a strong desire/ to kiss his chamber-maoid.


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ALL lovers, I pray lend an ear to my story,/ Take an example by this constaint pair,/ For love this young virgin did blast in her glory,

Work_Notes:
27 8-line verse narrative in 4 parts ( of 12, 6, 5 and 4 verses respectively).
Title should be: Jammie and Nancy of Yarmouth.
See also other versions under title: Jemmy and Nancy of Yarmouth.


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THE Romans in England they once did/ sway,/ And the Saxons they after them led the vway,/ And they tug'd with the Danes till an over-/ throw,/ They both of them got by the Norman beau.


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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 fore and smoke,


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ONE morning in the month of May,/ When Nature paints the roses gay,/ When birds do sing, and lambs do play/ Upon the meadows fair,


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JOCKEY he courted sweet Maggy of late,/ Her lips like the crimson, and eyes black as jet;/ He coaxed & wheedled, & talk'd with his eyes,/ And look'd, as all lovers do, wonderful wise.


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WITH tuneful pipe and merry glee,/ Young Willy won my heart,/ A blither swain you cou'dna see,/ All beauty without art.


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A/ A Begun turn is ha'f ended./ A blate cat makes a proud mouse./ A black hen lays a white egg.

Work_Notes:
932 1-line sayings, arranged alphabetically


Title_of_Work:
The life and prophesies of Mr. Alexander Peden

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PART I./ 1. MR ALEXANDER PEDEN was born in the parish of Sorn, in the sheriffdom of Ayr. After his course at the College, he was employed for some time to be school-master, prescentor and session-clerk to Mr. John Guthrie, minister of the gospel at Tar...

Work_Notes:
56.5-page prose narrative and prophesies, in two parts.


Title_of_Work:
A letter from Mr. Alexander Peden, to the prisoners in Dunnotar-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:
The epitaph upon the martyrs' monument in the Greyfriars' Church-yard in Edinburgh

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Upon the Head of the Tomb there is the Effigies of an open Bible, with these Scripture-citations on it:

Work_Notes:
1-page including prose introduction to 20-line verse epitaph and 1 closing prose paragraph


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In the dress of Free Masons, fit garments for Jove,/ With the strongest attachment, true brotherly love,/ We now are assembl'd, all jovial and free,/ For who are so wise, and so happy as we!

Work_Notes:
Tune: In the Garb of old Gaul, 5 verses and chorus. By "a brother of the Lodge of St Luke, Edinburgh"


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THE Highlandmen came down the hill,/ And owre the knowe wi' right gude will;/ Now Geordie's men may brag their fill,/ For wow but they were braw man!

Work_Notes:
Tune - The Haughs of Cromdale. 5 8-line verses


Title_of_Work:
Wandering Nelly: or, Corunna's lone shore

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Do you weep for the woes of poor wandering Nelly,/ Ah! I love you for that, but I can't love you sore,/ All the love that I had, lies entomb'd with my Billy,/ whose grave risesw green on Corunna's lone shore.


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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!

Work_Notes:
1 8-line verse, 4-line chorus, 5 8-line verses each with variation to chorus, 4 4-line verse plus new chorus, 1 8-line verse, 1 4-line verse.


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'Tis in vain to dispute of a shoe or a boot,/ the Muses inspire my sonnet,/ My aim is to sing of a much better thing;


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Ance I lo'ed a bonny lassie,/ lang I thought she'd be my ain;/ Sometimes she was wond'rous saucy, sometimes she was wondrous fain:


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WHEN I was in my se'enteenth year,/ I was baith blythe and bonny, O!/ The lads lo'ed me baith far and near,/ but I lo'ed nane but Johnny, O


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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!


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EV'RY man take his glass in his hand,/ and drink a good health to our King;/ Many years may he rule o'er this land:/ May his laurels for ever fresh spring.


Title_of_Work:
An historical account of Sir William Wallace.

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Behold! who tramples on the Lion bold?/ A Patriot greater that heroes of old:/ Treach'ry alone o'er him gave England pow'r,/ And's death doth Edward's spite show to this hour./ IBERTY seemed just about taking her last farewel of the Scots, when SIR...


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The tragedy of Sir Wiliam Wallace (a) The complaint

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O SCOTLAN' old! thou well may mourn,/ An' sigh, and weep thee dry!/ For where show you your hero's urn?/ Where oes his ashes lie?


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The tragedy of Sir Wiliam Wallace (b) Morning - A song.

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THE flowers were bonny blooming fine;/ The gowans they appear'd to view;/ The sun upon the green did shine;/ An' soft and lightly fell the dew.


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The tragedy of Sir Wiliam Wallace (c) The act.

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SCENE, Roystone. - TIME, Night./ O WALLACE the Knight was basely sold,/ bereft was he of sweet liberty;/ The traitor went an' took the gold,/ ah! black be such foul treachery.


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The tragedy of Sir Wiliam Wallace (d) How WALLACE was betrayed by Sir John Moneith, carried to England, and martyred there.

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THAT WALLACE' foes might him no more/ traduce,/ Jop quickly is dispatch'd away to Bruce,/ Most earnestly beseeching he'd come down/ To Scotland, and receive the ancient crown;


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Elegy on the valiant Sir William Wallace

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SCOTLAND lament the mournful fate/ Of WALLACE, knight of Elderslie,/ Who boldly stood in Freedom's cause,/ Against King Edward's perfidy.


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ENVIOUS death, who ruins all,/ Hath wrought the sad lamented fall/ Of WALLACE, and no more remains/ Of him, than what an urn contains.


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I WAS born in the city of York, where my father settled after gaining a handsome estate by merchandise.


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The miraculous adventures of Sinbad the sailor

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MY father left me a considerable estate, most part of which I spent during my youth; but I perceived my error, and called to mind that riches were perishable, and resolving to improve what money I had, I went to Balsora, a port on the Persian Gulph, and..

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22.5-page prose narrative divided into 7 'voyages'


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KEEN the frosty winds were blawing,/ Deep the snaw had wreath'd the ploughs,


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There was a jolly beggar, and a begging he had been,/With his fal de dal lal lal a,/  And he took up his quarters/  In a house in Aberdeen,


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The Duke of Argyle's courtship to an English lady

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


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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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Craigmarloch's rocks are high and bare,/ Craigmarloch's birks are sweet to see;/ But sweeter is my Jessie fair,/ The bonny lass of Auchinbee.


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Far over yon hills of the heather so green,/ And down by the corry that sings to the sea,/ The bonny young Flora sat sighing her lane,


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My Highland home, where tempests blow,/ And cold thy wintry looks,/ Thy mountains crown'd wi' driven snow,/ And ice bound are thy brooks:


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I ha'e wander'd mony a summer night,/ Alang the banks of Clyde,/ Beneath the moon's sweet silv'ry light,/ Wi' Mary at my side.

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3 8-line verses, each repeated as its own chorus


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When merry hearts were gay,/ Careless of ought but play,/ Poor Flora slipt away,/ Sad'ning to Mora:


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The topsails shiver in the wind,/ The ship she's cast to sea,/ But yet my soul, my heart, my mind,/ Are, Mary, moor'd with thee:


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I LOVE yon wild romantic scene/ Beside the raging sea,/ And when the waves dash on the rocks,/ It gives repose to me;


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CHARMING Poll, oh, hear me raving,/ Why did you bolt the kitchen door?/ 'Tis you alone can stay my craving,/ Let me in I ask no more.


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


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A Butterman in London town,/ Liv'd single - none liv'd cheaper;/ One maid, who forty years did own,/ He kept as his housekeeper.

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6 6-line verse narrative and 3-line chorus


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MARY I believ'd thee true,/ And I was blest in this believing,? But now I mourn I ever knew/ A girl so fair and so deceiving.


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I had a horse, I had nae mair,/ I gat it frae my daddy:/ My purse was light, my heart was sair,/ But my wit it was fu' ready.


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O where was ye my bonny lass,/ Why did na ye keep tryst yestreen,/ Ye vowed to meet wi' me at night,/ And wander on the hill unseen.


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THe pawky auld carle came o'er the lee,/ Wi; mony good e'erns and days to me,/ Saying, 'Goodwife, for your courtesie,/ Will ye lodge a silly poor man.


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By Allan streams I chanced to rove,/ While Phoebus sank beyond Benledie,/ The winds were whispering through the grove,


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OH! life is like a summer flower,/ Blooming but to wither;/ Oh! love is like an April hour,/ Tears and smiles together:


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My Highland home, where tempests blow,/ And cold thy wintry looks,/ Thy mountains crown'd wi' driven snow,/ And ice-bound are thy brooks:


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How pleasant to enter the spacious Loch Lomond,/ Where high towering mountains arise into view,


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Fy let us a' to the Bridal,/ For there will be lilting there,/ For Jock's to be marry'd to Maggy,/ The lass wi' the gouden hair.


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O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,/ They were twa bonny lasses,/ They bigg'd a bower on yon birn-brae,/ and theek'd it o'er wi rashes.


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When trees did bud, and fields were green,/ And broom bloom'd fair to see;/ When Mary was complete fifteen,/ And love laugh'd in her e'e;


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Sweet sir, for your courtesie,/ When ye come by the Bass then,/ For the love ye bear to me,/ Buy me a keeking glass then.


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Oh! what had I ado for to marry,/ My wife she drinks nothing but sack and canary,/ I to her friends complain right airly:/ O, gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly.


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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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See the ship in the bay is riding,/ Dearest Ellen, I go from thee;/ Boldly go, in thy love confiding,/ O'er the deep and the trackless sea.


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When fairies trip o'er the gay green,/ And all nature seems sunk into rest;/ Thro' valleys I wander unseen,/ My heart with sorrow opprest


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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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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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At the Baron of Mowbray's gate was seen/ A page with a courser black;/ There came out a knight of noble mein,/ And he leapt on the courses back.


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Ye banks and braes of bonny Doun,/ How can ye bloom so fresh and fair;


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WHERE Dee's soft waters gently glide,/ thro' myrtles, flow'ry dale,/ Meek Ellen shone in youthful pride,. tee breauty of the vale!


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Stay, traveller, tarry here to-night,/ the rain yet beats, the wind is loud,/ The moon has too withdrawn her light,


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FAREWELL to all sorrows, with joy now I'll sing,/ Since Charles has returned as free as a King,/ It's long seven years since he bade me adieu,/ But now he has returned with his bonnet so blue.


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The lovely Lass of Inverness,/ nae joy nor pleasure can she see,/ For e'en and morn she cries, Alas!/ an ay the saut tear blinds her e'e.// Drumossie-muir, Drumossie-day,


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ROBIN shure in haerst, I shure wi' him,/ Fient a neuk had I, yet I stack by him.

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1 4-line verse and 3 2-line verses, with first 2 lines of 1st verse as  chorus


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I know that young folks like to hear a new Song/ And somthing that's funny, and not very long;/ And I have one here that will make you smile,/ And you have no occasion to stop a long while.


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We'll meet beside the dusky glen,/ On yon burn side,/ Where the bushes form a cozy den,/ On yon burn side,


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The wind comes frae the land I love,/ It moves the flood fu' rarely;/ Look for the lily on the lea,/ And look for royal Charlie.


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John Anderson my jo, John,/ Ye were my first conceit,/ I think nae shame to say, John,/ I loe'd ye ear and late;


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

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5 4-line verses including 4-line chorus (verse 1)


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Young Henry was as brave a youth/ As ever graced a martial story:/ And Jane was fair as lovely truth --/ She sighed for love, and he for glory.


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Last night the dogs did bark,/ And I went to the gate to see:/ When every lass had a spark,/ But nobody comes to me.


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O Lassie wilt thou gang wi' me,/ And leave thy friens i' south countrie -/ Thy former friens and sweethearts a',/ And gane wi' me to Gallawa'?

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8 4-line verses including 4-line chorus (verse 2)


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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 my ain dear somebody.


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Oh! send me Lewis Gordon hame,/ And the lad I daurna name;/ Although his back be at the wa',/ Here's to him that's far awa'


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Fortune, frowning most severe,/ Forc'd me from my native dwelling/ Parting with my friends so dear,/ Cost me many a bitter tear:


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Why unite to banish care?/ Let him come our joys to share;/ Doubly blest our cup shall flow,/ When it soothes a brother's woe,


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O wat ye wha's in yon town'/ Ye see the e'ening sun upon?/ The dearest maid's in yon town/ That e'ening sun is shining on


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I Came to town t'other day,/ To rest from all my labours,/ And hear what cockneys had to say,/ That I might tell my neighbours;/ But all I heard, upon my word,/ Was this in every quarter,

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8 8-line verses and 'With your tol de rol.' chorus


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


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


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My thoughts delight to wander,/ Upon a distant shore;


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Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean,/ Where heartsome wi' thee I have mony days/ been;


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Hail, hail to the merry harvest home,/ To sports, and song, and nappy ale;/ Let every friend and neighbour come,/ No proud distinctions here prevail.

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4 4-line verses including chorus (verse 1)


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The moon had climbed the highest hill/ That rises o'er the source of Dee,/ And from the Eastren summit shed/ Her silver light on tow'r and tree;


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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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The soldier slumbering after war,/ Dreams he hears the cannons roar;/ And mutt'ring trumpets from afar,/ Rouse him to the fight once more.


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The British tar no peril knows,/ But fearless, braves the angry deep;/ The ship's his cradle of repose,/ And sweetly rocks him to his sleep.


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


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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 e'en,


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


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Blythe, Blythe an' happy are we,/ Cauld care is fley'd awa;/ This is but ae night o' our lives,/ And wha could grudge tho' it were taw?

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6 4-line verses including chorus (verse 1)


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The rose will cease to blow,/ The eagle turn a dove,/ The stream will cease to flow,/ Ere I will cease to love.


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


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There's a song of the olden time,/ Falling sad o'er the ear,/ Like the dream of some village chime,/ Which in youth we loved to hear.


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I like to gang by Candran side,/ For Johnnie meets me there./ Fain would I be my Johnnie's bride?/ This wish is a' my care:


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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 o' Balloch!


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She is a winsome Wee thing,/ She is a handsome we thing,/ She is a bonnie wee thing,/ This sweet wee wife o' mine.


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When Britain first at heaven's/ command,/ Arose from out the azure main,


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BERTHOLDE had a large head, as round as a foot-ball adorned with red hair, very strait and which had a great resemblance to the bristles of a hog;


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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 me, and stated, that he had just taken a lodging in the parish for his wife and children;

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22 page prose narrative including 'The negro's prayer' (14 4-line verses)


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The mountain hermit, or, the history of solitary Simon

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AT the time that Naples belonged to the crown of Spain, and was governed by a viceroy from that kingdom, Don Felix, a youth of a noble family, held a comfortable post under him.


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


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A FEW leagues from Forges, which is about twenty-six leagues from Paris, in the province of Normandy, and in the neighbourhood of the rich Abbey of Bobec, lived Anselmo, with his wife and children, cultivating their little farm.


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Albert of Werdendorff; or, the midnight embrace

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ALBERT, lord ofthe ancient but stately castle of Werdendorff, was a young nobleman of elegant person, and fascinating manners: but his heart was prone to deceit, and he paid very little attention to the fulfilling of either religious or moral duties.


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ADERVICH, remarkable for the sanctity of his life, entered the shop of a confectioner.


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IN the west of England, a few years ago, resided an old gentleman, of the name of Allen, whose integrity and universal benevolence did honor to human nature.


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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 story of the king and the fairy ring

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THERE was a king, whose name was Alferute; feared by all his neighbours, and loved by all his subjects. He was wise, good, just, and valiant, and deficient in no quality requisite in a great prince.


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A Gentleman recently married, was enjoying with his fair one, an evening walk along the beach at Musselburgh. That moment a vessel had left the harbour, bound for a foreign port:


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MR Bamfylde Moore Carew was the son of a clergyman near Tiverton in Devonshire, and born in 1693. He was tall and majestic his limbs strong and well proportioned, his features regular, and his countenance open and ingenuous, bearing the resemblance of a g


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The introduction. For the more easy understanding of the form of the world

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THE whole globe of the Earth is considered as a body of land and water, divided as follows, viz.

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2.5-page prose introduction and definitions


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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, their riches, worth and virtue; and exceeds them, if we consider the true religion;

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6-page prose paragraphs on Europe and European countries


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Of ASIA in General./ ASIA is larger than Europe and America, bounded on the West by the Mediterranean and AEgean seas, on the North by the Sythian ocean, on the East by the Straits of Annian, and on the South by the Arabian Bay or Red Sea, which parts...

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4.5-page prose paragraphs on Asia and Asian countries


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Of AFRICA in General./ AFRICA is larger than Europe, but less than Asia; is bounded on the East by the Red sea, on the West by the Atlantic Ocean, on the North by the Mediterranean sea, and on the South by the AEthiopic ocean, and joins Asia by an Isthmus

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3.5-page prose paragraphs on Africa and African countries


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Of AMERICA in General./ AMERICA is the South division of the world and takes its name from one Americus Vespuous, an adventurous Florentine,

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4-page prose paragraphs on America and American countries


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Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise,/ thee the Creation sings,/ With thy great name rocks, hills, and sea,/ and Heavens high palace rings.


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I./ Of the Pagans, or heathens./ ALTHOUGH the Pagans, or heathen, in general believe that there is one God above all; yet theyworship and adore many gods, which are but creatures of their own fancy. Almost every nation, country, island and tribe of people


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ONE evening in the month of September, 1731, a girl nine or ten years old, being pressed, as it would seem, by thirst, entered about the twilight into Songi, a village four or five leagues south of Chalons in Champagne, a province in France.

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23-page preose narrative. 'Translated from the French.'


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AN amiable youth was lamenting in terms of the sincerest grief, the death of a most affectionate parent.


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MARK that parent then: said a father to his beloved son.


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EARLY in the morning, the man at the mast head of the Carcase. gave notice that three bears were making their way very fast over the ice, and that they were directing their course towards the ship.


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The folly of crying upon triffling occasions

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A LITTLE girl, who used to weep bitterly for the most triffling hurt, was one day attacked by a furious dog.


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SOPHRON was frequently the companion of Euphronius in his various journeys.


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The honour and advantage of a constant adherence to truth

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PETRACH a celebrated Italian Poet, who flourished about four hundred years ago recommended himself to the confidence and affection of Cardinal Colonna, in whose family he resided, by his candour and strict regard to truth.


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JACOBUS indulged himself in the cruel entertainment of torturing and killing flies.


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IT was a holiday in the month of June, and Alexis had prepared himself to set out with a party of his companions, upon a little journey of pleasure.


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IS there any hidden beauty, said Alexis to Euphronius, in that dusky, ill-shaped stone, which you examine with so much attention?


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We too often judge men by the splendour, and not by the merit of their actions

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ALEXANDER demanded of a Pirate, whom he had taken, by what right he infested the seas?


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The pert and ignorant are prone to ridicule

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A GENTLEMAN of a grave depotment, was busily engaged in blowing bubbles of soap and water, and was attentively observing them as they expanded and burst in the sunshine.


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HORACE, a celebrated Roman Poet, relates that a country-man who wanted to pass a river, stood loitering on the banks of it in the foolish expectation that a current so rapid would soon discharge its waters.


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The Sloth is an animal of South America and is so ill formed for motion, that a few paces are often the jouney of a week;


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A poor man who was door keeper to a house in Milan, found a purse which contained two hundred crowns.


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CYRUS, when a youth, being at the court of his father, Cambyses, undertook one day to be cup bearer at table.


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WHEN the great Conde commanded the Spanish army, and laid seige to one of the French towns in Flanders, a soldier being ill treated by a general officer, and struck several times with a cane for some disrespectful words he had let fall,


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The passions should be governed by reason

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SOPHRON and Alexis had frequently heard Euphronius mention the experiment of stilling the waves with oil, made by his friend Doctor Franklin.


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SOPHRON affected that he could hear the slightest scratch of a pin at the distance of ten yards.


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MENDACULUS was a youth of good parts, and of amiable dispositions; but by but by keeping bad company, he had contracted, in an extreme degree, the odious habit of lying.


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ARTABANES was distinguished with peculiar fovour by a wise, powerful, and good prince.


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THERE was formerly, in a distant country, a King and a Queen, the most beautiful and happy in the world; having nothing to allay their delights, but the want of children to participate in the pleasures they enjoyed.

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16-page prose narrative and 22-line verse 'The Moral'


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The story of the envious man, and him that he envied

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IN a considerable town, two persons dwelt next door to one another; one of them conceived such a violent hatred against the other, that he who was hated resolved to move his dwelling farther off, being persuaded that their being neighbours was the only...


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CHAP. I./The Banishment of the Lady Bellisant, who is delivered of Valentine and Orson, at one Birth, in a Wood./ IT stands upon record, that Pepin, King of France, had a fair sister named Bellisant, who was married to Alexander, the Emperor of Greece,...


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CHAP. I./The Courtier finds the Tinker asleep; he has him carried in that posture to his house; lays him on a Bed in a stately Room with rich Clothes by him; feasts and entertains him with fine Music; makes him drunk, and then conveys him back again./ ...


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CHAP. I./ Of the Birth of FORTUNATUS./ IN the famour isle of Cyprus, there is a stately city, called Famagosta, where once lived a wealthy noble citizen named Theodorus, who was left by his relations in great riches.


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The renowned history of the seven champions of Christendom.

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CHAP. I./ The Birth of St. George; how he was stolen away from his Nurses; and how he delivered himself, and the other Six Champions, from the Cave of Kalby, the Enchantress./ AFTER that this our island (first inhabited by Brute) began to flourish...


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PART FIRST./ Of his Birth and Parentage; and what past between him and the Country Vicar./ IN the reign of King Arthur, near the Land's Ednd of England, namely in the county of Cornwall, there lived a wealthy Farmer, who had only one son commonly known...


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CHAP. I./ How Jack petitioned King Arthur for Leave to go in pursuit after divers Giants yet living, and the same was granted./ JACK having been successful in all his undertakings, resolved not to be idle for the future, but to perform what service he...


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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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The misery of those that want money, and are in debt

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THERE is no wise man that will covet money for itself, but for the use that is to be made of it; for money itself cannot satisfy;


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NOW, if you would aske me what course you should take, or what you should do that wanteth money;


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Directions how to turn a penny to advantage

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MY first direction shall be that all such persons as design to thrive in the world, should always take care not to spend a penny idly;


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It is very hard for an open and easy nature to keep within the compass of his fortune; either shame or to be observed behind others, or else a vain-glorious itching to out do them,


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A few serious and necessary advices to all those that desire to thrive in the world, and have the blessing of God with it

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1. Assure yourself that there can be no honest thriving without the fear of GOD, and the exercise of a good conscience.


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Proverbs to be observed by all who wish to thrive

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When riches increase, the body decreaseth;/ For men grow old before they grow rich.


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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 end that all who believe in him should not perish but have everlasting life,


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BLESSED anf holy Lord God, who didst make all 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 anm awful sense of thee,


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THANKS be unto thee, O most merciful and gracious God, for having devoted this day to thy service.


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A family prayer on the evening of the lord's day

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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:


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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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A thanksgiving for the recovery of a sick member

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MOST gracious and holy, good and merciful God! we have heard, we have seen, we have experienced thy love.


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For the due discharge of domestic duties

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O LORD and heavenly Father, who hast commanded us conscientiously 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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MRS. JANE SHORE was daughter to Mr Thomas Wainstead, a citizen of good repute, who lived in Cheapside, by trade a mercer.


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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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A BEGUN turn is half ended/ A blate cat makes a proud mouse/ A black hen lays a white egg


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LISTEN to a true Relation,/ Of fonr Indian Kings of late,/ Who came to this christian nation,/ To report their sorrows great/ Which by the fench they have sustain'd/ To the overthrow of trade,

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Tune of What is greater Joy and Pleasure. 94 lines of verse narrative


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I Will fly with your Pettion,/ To the charming Lady fair,/ The news of your sad Condition/ I will to her presence bear:


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PHO! pox o' this nonsence, I prithee give o'er,/ And talk of your Phyllis and Chloe no more,/ Their face, their air, their mein, what a rout,/ Here's to thee, my lad push the bottle about.

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5 4-line verses, plus repeated las line of each verse


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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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PART I./ BEHOLD here's a ditty the truth and no jest,/ Concerning a young gentleman who liv'd in the east,/ Who by his great gaming came to poverty,/ And afterwards went many voyages 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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Is there a heart that never lov'd,/ Nor felt soft woman's sigh?


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Came ye o'er frae France?/ Came ye down by Lunnon?/ Saw ye Geordie Whelps,/ And his bonny woman?


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The Highlandmen came down the hill,/ And owre the knowe wi right gude will;/ Now Geordie's men may brag their fill,/ For wow but they were braw man.


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What murrian now has ta'en the whigs,/ I think the're all gone mad sir;/ By dancing one-and-forty jigs,/ Our dancing may be bad sir.


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LORD wha's this we've got ton now!/ Some wee bit German lairdie,/ And when they gaed to bring him hame,/ He was deling in his kail yardie,


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Kenmure's on and awa willie,/ Kenmure's on and awa,/ An' Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord/ That ever Galloway saw.


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


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COLD and raw the North did blow,/ Bleak in the morning early;/ All the trees were hid in snow,/ cover'd with winter yearly:


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NANCY to the green wood gane,/ To hear the gowdspink chat'ring,/ And Willie he has followed her,/ To gain her love by flatt'ring:


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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 lady,


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THO' far beyond the mountains,/ That looks to distant here,/ To fight his country's battles,/ Last May-day went my dear;


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SAID a smile to a tear,/ On the cheek of my dear,/ That beam'd like the sun in spring wea-/ ther,


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Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature/ Are such signs of fear exprest,/ Can a wand'ring wretched creature,/ With such terror fill thy breast.


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I've heard the muircock's early craw,/ I've seen the morning's rosy daw,/ But this is blithest o' them a',/ To march awa wi' Charlie.


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See the ship in the bay is riding,/ Dearest Helen, I go from thee,/ Boldly go in thy love confiding,/ O'er the deep and the trackless sea.

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2 8-line verses, plus last 2 lines of second verse repeated


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Robin is my only jo,/ For Robin has the art to loe,/ So to his suit I mean to bow,


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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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He comes, the hero comes,/ Sound, sound your trumpets; beat, beat your/ drums/


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O wha's at the window, wha, wha?/ O wha's at the window, wha, wha?/ Wha but blyth Jamie Glen.


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At Willy's wedding on the green,/ the lassies, bonny witches,/ Were a' drest out in aprons clean,/ And braw white sunday mutches.


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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;


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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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8 5-line verses, including repeated last line of each verse


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A fond youth serenaded his love,/ Who, sleeping, - "Love never should sleep!"/ Her father was pepping above, -/ "O, fathers, you never should peep!" -


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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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Last week I got 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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O Tibbie I ha'e seen the day,/ ye wadna been sae shy;/ For laik o' gear he lightly me,/ but yet I carena by.


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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.


Title_of_Work:
Cockpen, or when she came ben she bobbed

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O, when she came ben she bobbed fu' low,/ O, when she came ben she bobbed fu' low,/ And when she came be she kiss'd Cockpen,


Title_of_Work:
The renowned history of the seven champions, &c.

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CHAP. I. The birth of St. George; how he was stolen away from his nurses, and how he delivered himself and the other six Champions from the Cave of Kalyb the Enchanter.


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WHEN poortith cauld and sour disdain,/ Hang o'er life's vale sae foggie,

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Air, Cauld Kail in Aberdeen, 6 8-line verses. No statement of authorship.


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O are ye sleeping, Maggie,/ O are ye sleeping, Maggie!/ Let me in, for loud the linn/ Is roaring o'er the warlock craggie.//Mirk an' rainy is the night,/ No a starn in a' the carry,

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4 4-line verses and 2 4-line choruses. No statement of authorship.


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THE wandering sailor plows the main,/ A competence in life to gain;/ Undaunted braves the stormy seas,


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SURE won't you hear,/ What roaring chear/ Was spread at Paddy's wedding O,


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WHY, fair maid, in ev'ry feature,/ Are such signs of fear express'd,/ Can a wand'ring wretched creature/ With such terror fill thy breast?


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LASSIE wi' the yellow coatie,/ Will ye hae a muirland Jockie?/ Could ye like a simple life,/ And sing unto the water-fa?


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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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Tune - Sir Alexander Don's strathspey. 4 8-line verses


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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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What ails this heart o' mine?/ What ails this wat'ry eye?


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HAE ye seen, in the calm dewy morning,/ The Redbreast, wild-warbling sae clear,/ Or the low dwelling snow-breasted gowan,/ Surcharg'd wi' mild E'ening's soft dew?/ O then ye hae see my dear lassie,


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CHILL the wint'ry winds were blowing,/ Foul the murky night was scowling,/ Through the storm the minstrel bowing,/ Sought the inn on yonder moor.


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LET us go, lassie go/ To the braes o' Balquhither


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AGAIN, o'er yonder rising hill/ The morning sun salutes the e'e,/ The plumy tribe the woodlands fill/ Wi' music sweet frae ilka tree;


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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' meikle grief I onward move,/ And lonely take my way.


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I'M senteen an' something mair,/ Fresh as sweet May, and blooming fair,/ And I might hae a dainty share/ O' wooers blythe and cheerie:


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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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THO' cruel fate should bid us part,/ Far as the pole and line;/ Her dear idea around my heart,/ Should tenderly entwine.


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I CANNA like you, gentle Sir,/ Although a laird ye be;/ I like a bonny Scottish lad,/ Wha' brought me frae Dundee.


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DESERTED by the waning moon,/ When skies proclaim Night's chearless/ noon,/ On tower, fort, or tended ground,/ The sentry walks his lonely round,


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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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3 13-line verses, plus repeated lines as chorus


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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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BLYTHE was the time when he fee't wi'/ my father O,/ Happy waur the days when we herded the-/ gither O,/ Sweet waur the hour when he row'd me/ in his plaidie O,.


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HARK! 'tis the poor maniac's song,/ She sits on yon wild craggy steep,/ And, while the winds mournfully whistle/ along,/ She wistfully looks o'er the deep,

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4 6-line verses. No statement of authorship.


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"By Logan's streams that rin sae deep,/ "Fu' aft wi' glee I've herded sheep,


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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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FAR lone amang the Highland hills,/ Midst Nature's wildest grandeur,/ By rocky dens, an' woody glens,/ With weary steps I wander.


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I sigh and lament me in vain,/ These walls can but echo my moan,/ Alas! it increases my pain,/ When I think on the days that are gone:


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OH! did you ever hear of Kate Kearney,/ She lives on the banks of Killarney,


Title_of_Work:
The sprig of shilela 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 Shilela and Shamrock so/ green.


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Upon the sixteen hunder year,/ of God and fifty three,/ Frae hrist was born, that bought us dear,/ as writings testifie;

Work_Notes:
18 8-line verse narrative. "as sung by Mrs Burns, mother of the Ayrshire bard"


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O TIBBIE! I hae seen the day/ Ye wadna been sae shy;/ For lack o' gear ye lightly me,/ But, troth, I carena by.


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O MAY, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet, As the mirk night o' December,/ For sparkling was the rosy wine,/ And private was the chamber:


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O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty,/ And meikle thinks my luve, o' my kin;/ But little thinks my luve, I ken brawlie,/ My tocher's the jewel had charms for/ him.


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HERE's to thy health, my bonny lass,/ Gudenight and joy be wi' thee:/ I'll come nae mair to thy bower door,/ To tell thee that I lo'e thee.


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Now nature hangs her mantle green/ On ilka blloming tree,/ And spreads her sheets of daisies white/ Out o'er the grassy lea.


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IS there for honest poverty,/ Wha hangs his head an' a' that?


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YE banks and braes of bonny Doun,/ How can you bloom so fresh and fair?


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HERE awa', there awa', wandering Willie,/ Here awa', there awa', haud awa' hame;


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SHE is a winsome wee thing,/ She is a handsome wee thing,/ She is a bonnie wee thing,/ This sweet wee wife o' mine.


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AWA' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms,/ 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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AGAIN rejoicing Nature sees/ Her robe assume its vernal hues,/ Her leafy rocks wave in the breeze/ All freshly steep'd in morning dews,


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THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,/ That 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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4 4-line verses and 4-line chorus verses


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ON a bank of flower's in a summer day,/ For summer lightly drest,/ The youthful blooming Nelly lay,/ With love and sleep opprest.


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JOCKEY'S ta'en the parting kiss,/ O'er the mountains he is gane,/ And with him is a' my bliss,/ Nought but griefs with me remain.


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COMIN' thro' the rye, poor body,/ Comin' thro' the rye,/ She draidl't a' her petticoatie/ Comin thro' the rye.


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OF late you have heard of two lovers/ That lived near yon castle so high;/ To the green woods they oftimes resorted,/ While the owl from the forest did cry.


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O MARY, at thy window be,/ It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!


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MY name it is Donald McDonald,/ I live in the Highlands sae grand,/ I've follow'd our banner, an' will do,/ wherever my Master has land.

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses, each with a 4-line 'chorus'


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TURN again, thou fair Eliza,/ ae kind blink before we part;/ Rue on thy despairing lover,/ canst thou break his faithfu' heart?


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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 with mourning;


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THERE was a jolly miller once,/ Liv'd on the river Dee;/ He work'd, and sung, frae morn till/ night,/ No lark more blithe than he;


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AS thro' the green meadow I chanced/ to pass,/ A Gipsey sat under a shade,/ Who told me, She saw, by the lines of/ my face,/ That my doom was to die an old maid.


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THE Gypsies cam to our good Lord's/ gate/ And wow but they sang sweetly;/ They sang sae sweet, and sae very com-/ plete,/ That down came the fair Lady.


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MY sweet pretty Mog, you're as soft as/ a bog,/ And as wild as a kitten, as wild as a/ kitten;


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SIR,/ THE Account you desired of the strange and surprising Massacre of Glenco, take as follows:


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If you wish to be always thirsty, be a Drunkard; for the oftener and more you drink, the oftener and more thirsty you will be.

Work_Notes:
27 'if's and a 'finally. . .' followed by 'Comparisons of drunkeness'


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Ah, how silly is the drinker,/ Swallowing more than he can need:/ To the eye of every thinker/ He must seem a fool indeed.


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WHEN chapman billies leave the street,/ And drouthy neebors, neebors meet,/ As market days are wearing late,/ And folk begin to tak' the gate;


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A FISH./ Though it be cold, I wear no clothes,/ The frost and snow I never fear;/I value nreither shoes nor hose,/ And yet I wander far and near.


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MANY excellent things have been lately published concerning the present scarcity of provisions; and many causes have been assigned for it. But is not something wanting in most of those publications?


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IT is vreported that the whole body of Sextons, or Grave Diggers, throughout the kingdom are preparing a petition to Parliament, praying that Temerance Societies may be put down, as any restriction laid upon the distilling of spirits would be the...


Title_of_Work:
The adventures of sixteen British seamen

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THE history of the war of independence in the western states of South America is interspersed with numerous instances of remarkable adventure. Desultory in its nature, and unconnected in its details, that war was peculiarly fitted to call into activity...


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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:-


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THE following awful and remarkable circumstance was delivered to me by William Mann, and as the said William Mann is a man of good report, I put it to paper; (indeed it is a common saying in the neighbourhood of Grewel-thorpe, if William Mann says so,...

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6-page prose narrative and 1-page attestation


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KEEN the frosty winds war blawin',/ Deep the snaw had wreathed the ploughs,


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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;

Work_Notes:
23-page verse narrative including 8-line 'Conclusion'


Title_of_Work:
Wonderful account of Lieutenant George Spearing

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ON Wednesday last, between the hours of 3 an 4 o'clock afternoon, I went into a little wood, called Northwoodside, situated between 2 and 3 miles to the south-west of Glasgow, with a design to gather a few hazel nuts. -


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Almighty God, who on this day/ My life from death didst save,/ To thee I now presume to pray,. And future blessings crave.


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THIS is an amusing little history, abounding with so many ludicrous incidents, that it almost never fails to excite the merriment and risible faculties of the young reader.

Work_Notes:
17.5-page prose narrative, including short verse passages


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There was once a man, not very rich, who had a pretty woman to his wife. ()ne winter's evening, as they sat by the fire, they talked of the happiness of their neighbours, who were richer than they.


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In the days of King Alfred, there lived a poor woman, whose cottage was situated in a remote country village, a great many miles from London


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INTRODUCTION./ DREAMS, though some, very ignorant in such mysteries, have slighted them, are, by the Sages and Wise Men of all ages, very significant;


Title_of_Work:
Advices to all batchelors, maids and widowers

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THERE are certain Rules which must be obeyed in Courtship: And first, to Maids who have not possessed their first blushes, your first address must be with gentleness and modesty,


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 Cristian and Sirnames together, and consider what numbers the letters make that stand for numbers in them,


Title_of_Work:
How a young man or woman may choose a good husband or wife

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The hair in this case in commonly very remarkable, and most significant.


Title_of_Work:
Signs of love and speedy marriage, or the contrary, by seeing or meeting divers sorts of creatures at first in a morning

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These Signs of love and marriage, have been greatly taken notice of, in their exact succeeding, according to the desire of the parties, and are as follows, viz.


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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 and lively colour,


Title_of_Work:
Several characters or semblance of letters and lines in the hand, as they tend to signify riches, honour, long life, short life, poverty, loss, number of wives, or children, sickness, untimely death, and many other things, according to the art of palmistr

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THERE are in this case divers Lettters and Lines appearing in the hand, by which the wise of all ages have given judgement, in the foregoing premises.


Title_of_Work:
A prognostication concerning the birth of children on every day of the week

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I. He that is born on Sunday, will, in all probability, be great and thriving.


Title_of_Work:
A division of man's ages into twelve times six periods, and the duty of each

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6. The first six years bring him up a child.


Title_of_Work:
The life and prophesies of Mr. Donald Cargill

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MR DONALD CARGIILL, was the eldest son of a singular Godly gentleman, and heritor in the parish of Rattery, some miles from Dunkeld.


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PART I./ DURING a residence of some years continuance in the neighbourhood of the sea, an Oficer in the Navy called upon me, and stated, that he had just taken a lodging in the parish for his wife and children;

Work_Notes:
23-page prose narrative including 14 4-line verse 'The negro's prayer'.


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Gratis anhelans, multa agendo nihil agens. - Phaedr./ Out of breath to no purpose, and very busy about nothing./ (COPY.)/ Messrs - - -/ DEAR SIR!/ THE following remarks youll please arrange agreeably to your own mind after reading the whole Process I am..


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THOMAS PAINE arrived at Baltimore, in October 1802 accompanied by a Madame Bonneville. During Paine's residence in Paris, he lived in the house of her husband and repaid his hospitality by seducing his wife,


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WHEN Chapman billies leave the street,/ And drouthy neibours neibours meet,/ As market-days are wearin late,


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I pit nae doot but ye a heard tell o' Habbie Simpson, the Piper o' Kilbarchan, bit I'm no thinking that ye ever heard the story that am gaun to tell ye about him and his wife Janet.


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'Twas on this town, not long ago,/ (At least newspapers sayeth so,/ Therefore it must be true,)/ A man did life who had a wife,/ Who prov'd the torment of his life,


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AT Mill of Tiftie lived a man,/ in the neighbourhood of Fyvie/ He had a lovely daughter, fair,/ was called bonny Annie.


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IN Rome a Nobleman did wed/ a Virgin of great fame;/ A fairer creature never was,/ nor did dame nature frame.


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OH Bell, thy looks have pierced my heart/ I pass the day in pain/ When night returns I feel the smart,/ and wish for thee again.


Title_of_Work:
Answer (to The enchanted lover's complaint)

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Oh Johnny dont complain so fel/ keep up your courage bent,/ Make haste and take me to yoursel,/ and I shall be content.


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Bonny Ketty sitting spinning/ at her whellie thus was singing:/ I would shortly burn my wheelie,/ an' my Jocky would but steal me

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52 lines. No statement of authorship - probably John Skinner.


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SEE; see poor Bess of bedlam,/ in mourning plight and sadness,/ I shake my chains and wreck my brains/ in all extream of madness.


Title_of_Work:
A poetical dialogue between the gardeners and the tailors.

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To the Reader./ I minding, Sir, you did intend,/ That I to you some lines should send;/ I have obeyed and am content,/ That ye cause put the same in print.


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As walking forth to view the plains,/ and to recreate myself a while,/ When every thing appear'd so gay,/ made me forget my daily toil.

Work_Notes:
Tune - The bonny lass of Aberdeen. 10 8-line verses


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My name you see is Ben Stout,/ I have not failed for nothing,/ No dangers e'er alarmed me,/ Aloft or yet below.


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You pretty maids where e'er you be,/ that have sweethearts on the raging sea,/ Come shed a tear along with me,/ my love was lost in the Ramilie.


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GENIUS of Gard'nery arise,/ And blow aloud the trump of fame;/ Thro' earth and thro' the sounding skies,/ The glory of your art proclaim.


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HERE I am poor Jack!/ Just returned from sea,/ With shiners in my sack,/ Pray what d'ye think of me?


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Young Jessie, the flower of the highlans,/ A bonny young lassie, but shy;/ Was bred in the glens on the shielans,/ Amang the milk ewes an' the kye:

Work_Notes:
Tune - Woo'd an' married an' a'. 5 12-line verses


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Ye banks and braes of bonny Doon,/ how can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;


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It fell about the time o' year,/ When neither gold nor world's gear,/ Could give a widow man sic cheer,/ As a young wife at een.


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HIghland Donald swore a wife/ Was not so great an evil,/ And any but a husband's life,/ Was sure a Highland devil.


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Will ye gang wi' me lassie,/ to the braes o' Birniebouzle?/ Baith the earth and sea, lassie,/ will I rob to send ye:

Work_Notes:
Tune - Braes of Tullymet. 6 8-line verses


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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.

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses.  Title missing on page.


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Should auld acquaintance be forgot/ an never brought to mind,

Work_Notes:
Tune - Auld langsyne. 9 4-line verses and 4-line chorus. Not by Robert Burns.


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How happy is the rural clown,/ who far remov'd from noise of town,/ Contems the glory of a crown,/ and in his safe retreat./ Is pleased with his low degree,


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A am a bold Shoemaker,/ from Belfast town I came,/ And to my sad misfortune,/ I listed in the train.


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Now heres to every honest heart,/ the poor mans frien an a that;/ For fegs I mean to take their part,/ while I hae breath to draw that.


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Young Donald was the blythest lad/ That e'er made love to me;/ Whene'er hes by my heart is glad,/ he looks so gay and free.


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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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COPE sent a letter frae Dunbar,/ Charly meet me an ye dare,/ And I'll learn you the art of war,


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


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SURROUNDED wi' bent and wi' heather/ whar muircocks an plivers are rife,/ For mony lang towmond thegither/ their liv'd an auld man an his wife.


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I was brought up in Sheffield,/ got of a high degree,/ My parents doated on me,/ they had no more but me.


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WILL ye gang wi' me lassie,/ To the braes o' Birniebouzle?/ Baith the earth an' sea lassie,/ Will I rob to send ye:


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My name is Bauldy Fraser, man;/ I'm puir an' auld, an' pale an' wan,/ I brak my shin, an' tint a han'/ Upon Culloden lee man.


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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 heel-o'er-head, Doctor Monro.


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On the Belfast moontains,/ I heard a lovely maid,/ Making her lamentation,/ down by yon chrystal stream,


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On the second day of august,/ Eighteen hundred and one,/ As we sailed with Lord Nelson,/ to the ports of Toulon.


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Martinmass is now come on,/ and Christmas is drawing near;/ And we have nothing in the house,/ for to make good Christmas cheer.


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O Lassie, art thou sleeping yet,/ Or art thou waukin I wad wait?/ For leve has boun me han an' fit,/ An' I wad fain be in jo.


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ONE evening of late/ I walk'd out in state/ I heard a maid making her moan,


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Will ye gang wi' me lassie,/ to the braes o' Birniebouzle?/ Baith the earth and sea lassie,/ will I rob to send ye;


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COME all you pretty fair maids,/ that has a mind to go,/ Along with your true lover,/ to face your dareing foe,


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Roys wife of Aldivalloch,/ Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,/ Ken ye how she cheated me,/ As I came by the braes of baloch.


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The Duke of Gordon had three daughters,/ Elisbeth, Margret, and Jean,/ they would not stay in bonny Castle-Gordon,/ but they went to bonny Aberdeen.


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My BURNS is gane I'm left alane;/ my dearest spouse no more,/ Shall bless my arms and praise my charms/ and tell them o'er and o'er;


Title_of_Work:
The ship of fame: or, Captain Glen's unhappy voyage

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There was a shi[p and a ship of fame,/ Launch'd off the stocks, bound to the main/ With a hundred & fifty brisk young men,/ Was pick'd and chsen every one.


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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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HERE is a pennyworth of wit/ for those that ever went astray,/ If warning they will take by me,/ 'twill do them good another day.


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We loos'd from the Downs out of fair London-/ town,/ and then we had pleasant, fine weather/ For two days or three we had a calm sea,


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You've surely heard o' famous Niel,/ That man that play'd the fiddle weel,


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A Wealthy young Squire in Tamworth we hear/ Courted a nobleman's daughter so fair,/ And then for to marry it was his intent,


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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 has proved kind,


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MY first paper has now run the gauntlet of criticism. The trial is over, and the verdict announced; thanks to the candour, and liberality of my readers, that verdict mas been much more favourable than my most sanguine hopes could have anticipated,


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Sir,- In this new era of literature, while our flourishing city seems teeming with authors, critics and philosophers, I can no longer restrain my perturbed fancy; roused by the example of my cotemporaries, from sallying forth in the field of fame.


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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 ay the gree awa;


Title_of_Work:
Baillie Nicol Jarvie's journey to Aberfoil!

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YOU may ta'k o' your Wallace, and t'lk o' your/ Bruce,/ And ta'k o' your feighting Red Reiver,/ But where will you find a man o' sic use,/ As a thorough-bred Saut-Market Weaver;


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O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad,/ O whistle, &c./ Tho' father and mother, and a' should gae mad,


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OF all the lads in Tinwald town,/ Or lovely fair, or black, or brown,/ There never was sae droll a lown,/ As bonnie Johnnie Lawrie.

Work_Notes:
9 4-line verses and 'Tirrie owden, dowden dow, and tirrie, &c,' chorus


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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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IN one of those deep ravines that are frequently to be met with in the mountainous districts of Scotland, and which are walled in by steep, dark frowning mountains, on whose rugged sides the playful goat may be seen skipping and leaping from crag to...


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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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She's all my fancy painted her./ She's lovely she's divine,/ But her heart it is another's/ It never can be mine;


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My mither men't my auld breeks,/ An' wow but they were duddy,


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Mother dear now I'm married,/ I wish I had longer tarried/ For my wife she does declare,/ That the breeches she will wear.


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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 eening sun is shining on


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WHEN as King Henry rul'd this land,/ The second of that name;/ Besides the queen he lov d dear,/ A fair and comely dame.


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TELL her, I'll love her while the clouds drop rain,/ Or while there's water in the pathless main;/ Tell her I'll love her till this life is o'er:


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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 fountain!/ And sweet are the cowslips that spangle the grove:


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FORGET me not tho' savage war has torn me from thy/ bosom,


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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 war had broke in on the peace o' auld men,/ An' frae Chelsea to arms they were summon'd again,/ Twa vet'rans, grown gray, wi' their muskets sair foil'd,/ Wi' sigh were relating how hard they had toil'd:

Work_Notes:
4 6-line verses, including repetitions of verses 5 and 6 of each verse as lines 7 and 8


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THE Lawland lads think they are fine;/ But O they're vain and idly gawdy!


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For the sake of gold she's left me,/ And of a' that's dear bereft me;/ She me forsook for a great duke,


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Now my pra' ponnie lads I wull just tell you what,/ when e'er that you'l toon by the stoup-whisky sat.


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Mid pleasures, and palaces, tho' we may roam,/ Be it ever so humble there's no place like home,

Work_Notes:
Sea (sic) to music by Bishop. 2 6-line verses


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Thou dark-winding Carron once pleas-/ ing to see,/ To me thou can'st never give pleas-/ ure again,

Work_Notes:
Tune - Maids of Arrochar. 4 4-line verses. No statement of authorship.


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Dark lowers the night o'er the wide/ stormy main,/ Till mild rosy morning rise cheerful/ again,


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Here is the glen, and here the bower,/ All underneath the birchen shade;/ The village bell had tol'd the hour,/ O what can stay mt lovely maid!


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Och hey Jonny lad!/ Ye er no sae kind's ye soud, hae been;/ Och hey, Johnny lad!


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March to the battle field,/ The foe is now before us;

Work_Notes:
1 4-line chorus, 1 4-line verse and 1 8-line verse


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Charlie is my darling,/ my darling, my darling,/ O, 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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FRAE Clyde's bonny hills where the heather/ was blooming,/ and lasses and lads sing o' love a' the day,/ I have come, my dear lassie, to make the last offer,/ Sae mak up your mind now, and dinna delay.


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DEAR lass I'll ever mind the time,/ How happy we have been,/ Wi' pleasure I think on them yet,/ The days that we ha'e seen,


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IT is of a buxom young dame, I wont mention/ her name,/ And the boys thought to gain her sweet favour,/ She was courted by the blades of all sporting trades,/ But now she is in love with a weaver.


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O MIGHT I but Patrick love!/ My mother chides severely,/ And tells me I must wretched prove,/ Because I love him dearly.


Title_of_Work:
Oran muirt Ghlinne Comhann, leis a Bhard Mhucanach

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MILE marbhaisg air 'n t' saoghal,/ Tha e carach mar chaochladh nan sion,/ Gach ni nach guidhe-mid fhaotain,


Title_of_Work:
Do thigearna Chlannraonuill, le Mac Dhughaill Mhic Lachuinn

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LUINNEAG/ Tha tighin fotham, fotham, fotham,/ Tha tighin fotham, fotham, fotham


Title_of_Work:
Chuireadh leth fear inse nan uiegeachan 's an fhairge air cintinn, tuille as molach 's thoirt an stucramaich ris

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SUITHEADH fear innse gach uige,/ Babhradh e m chluais sa,/ 'S cumadh e a shuil biorach,/ Ann croidh an fhuaraidh,


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CHA dirich mi brughach,/ 'S cha siubhail mi mointeach,/ Dh' fhalbh mo ghuth cinn,/ 'S cha seinn mi oran,


Title_of_Work:
Do dh Inghean fir thir na Dris, le mac fir Dhail'neas

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THA mise so 'm laidhe,/ 'N leabaidh chumhainn chaoil chlaraidh,/ Tha mo cheann air o lionadh,/ Le fiabhras mio-nadur,


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GE do chuaidh mo phosadh,/ Cha bu deonach mi f ein air,/ Nuair dh' amhairc me 'm dheighidh,/ 'S e mo raoghuinn a threig mi,


Title_of_Work:
Chuireadh air leth fear air calpa na tairne

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SUITHEADH air calpa na tairne,/ Fear gun soistin,/ Snaomanach fuasgailteach scairteil,/ Foinni solta.


Title_of_Work:
Ioram na truaighe, le Issachari M'Aula do Thighearna Assinn

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GUR i ioram na truaighe,/ So tha mise ann san uair so a seinn,/ Gur e mheadaich droch shnuagh orm,/ 'S a lughdaich a ghruag bhar mo chinn,/ A liuthad scaradh a fhuair mi,/ 'O 'n la b' aithne dhomh gluasad leam f hin;


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Tha  mo chadal luaimhneach,/ 'S an uair so cha n fhaigh mi tamh,/ Cuimhneach air na h uaisleann,/ A ghluais air maidinn dimairt,/ Oig fhear a chuil dualaich,/ 'S nan cuachaga troma tia,


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GE do chuaidh mo phosadh,/ Cha bu deonach mi f ein air,/ Nuair dh' amhaire mi 'm dheighidh,/ 'S e mo raoghuinn a threig mi,/


Title_of_Work:
A song, in praise of the Northumberland Buffs

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O all you brave Northumberland boys,/ Come listen to my ditty,/ I'll strive to please you with a song,/ Which is both true and pretty;/ Success unto Northumberland boys,/ Northumberland buffs for ever,

Work_Notes:
To the tune of 'Boyne Water'. 20 8-line verses


Title_of_Work:
The lady's delight: or, The Northumberland Buffs. A new song.

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I mean neither compliments, joking or guile,/ It is equal to me, sirs, who censure or smile;/ I like all the Millbanks, and all the Black cuffs,/ Yet my heart always glows at Northumberland buffs.

Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses and 'derry down, down, down, down, derry down' chorus


Title_of_Work:
The young lady's love for the Northumberland Grenadiers

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WAS there ever a girl at the age of nineteen/ Was ever so crost as I lately have been,/ I know not I vow any harm I have done,/ But my mother has told me she'll make me a nun.


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'TWAS on the 17th of May, as you shall understand,/ The Warwickshire a challenge sent to the bold/ Northumberland,/ To box the best man we could find in all our valiant corps,/ Their head bully, the people said, had ne'er been beat/ before.

Work_Notes:
10 4-line verse narrative and 4-line chorus


Title_of_Work:
Song on the Northumberland Militia going to Ireland

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COME all you Northumberland heroes,/ Attend to my ditty, I pray,/ God send us a fine pleasant breeze,/ And our ships safe under way.


Title_of_Work:
The return of the Northumberland Regiment of Light Infantry from Ireland

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TO the girls of Kilkenny we now bid good bye;/ In old England once more we are going to lie;/ In Ireland we've faithfully serv'd out our time,/ And soon in old England we'll drink of good wine.


Title_of_Work:
A new song on the Northumberland Light Infantry receiving the Rout for Newcastle, while lying at Haddington, in Scotland

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COME all you Northumberland heroes,/ I pray you attend to my song/ The route it is come for Newcastle,/ So we must pack up and begone:


Title_of_Work:
The Northumberland moss trooper; or, The jolly trooper in the west

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THERE was a trooper in the West,/ And with riding he was weary;/ He knocked at, and rapped at,/ And asked for his kind deary.


Title_of_Work:
Bessy Bell: to be sung in altern courses and modern voices

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Damaetas.  Bessy Bell./ I./ Dam. MY bonny BELL, I love thee so well,/ I would thou wad seud alang hither,/ That we might here in a cellar dwell,/ And blend our bows together!

Work_Notes:
6 8-line verses. By 'Corymbaeus. In 1716.'


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O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,/ They were twa bonny lasses,/ They bigg'd a bower on yon burn brae,/ And theek'd it owre wi' rashes.

Work_Notes:
4 8-line verses. A footnote says that near Methven, Perthshire, could be seen the grave of Bessy and Mary who for a time escaped a plague by retiring to the banks of the River Almond, but they contracted the disease from a lover who took them food.


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OH, but this luive is a serious thing!/ It's the beginner o' monie waes;/ And yen had as guid in a halter swing,/ As luik at a bonny feace now-a-days:

Work_Notes:
Tune - 'Cuddle and cuddle us aw thegether'. Dated April 14th, 1802. 6 8-line verses


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Fy let us a' to the Bridal,/ For there will be lilting there;/ For Jockey's to be married to Maggy,/ The lass wi' the gowden hair.

Work_Notes:
9 8-line verses and first verse repeated as chorus


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O, see a weddin I've been at!/ De'il bin, what cap'rin, fighting, vap'rin!/ Priest and clerk, and aw gat drunk -. Rare deins there war there:


Title_of_Work:
The Scots medley. Comprehending most of the popular Scotch songs of the day.

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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.

Work_Notes:
9 8-line verses and 'Dirum, dirun, &c.' chorus


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They sing of a weddin at Worton,/ Where aw was feght, fratchin and fun;/ Feegh! see a yen we;ve hed at CODBECK,/ As niver was under the sun;


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I, John Bell, Smith, lies under this stane,/ Four of my sons laid it on my wame;


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GOD save great George our King,/ Long live our noble king,/ God save the King!


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WHEN Britain first at heav'n's/ command,/ Arose from out the azure main,


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WHILST happy in our native land,/ So great - so fam'd in story,/ Let's join, my friends, with heart and hand/ To raise our country's glory;


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WOULD you know, pretty Nan,/ how we pass our time,/ While we sailors are toss'd on the sea?/ Why, believe me, my girl, in each season/ and clime,/ True hearted and merry we be.


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SAW you the Nymph whom I adore,/ Saw you the Goddess of my heart?/ And can you bid me love no more,


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A REVOLUTION in England occurred in 1688, in consequence of King James II. attempting to restore the Catholic religion to an equal share of power with that enjoyed by the reformed church.


Title_of_Work:
The twelve days of Christmas. An old English carol

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THE first day of Christmas/ My true love sent to me/ A Partridge upon a Pear tree.


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OLD Graham he has to Carlisle gone,/ Where Sir Robert Bewick there/ met he,/ In arms to the wine they are gone,/ And drank till they were both merry.

Work_Notes:
verse narrative of: 3 3-line verses, 1 6-line verse, 4 4-line verses, 1 6-line verse, 37 4-line verses, 1 6-line verse and 5 4-line verses


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PART I./ Shewing Cupid's Conquest over a Lady of five thousand a year, &c./ BATCHELORS of every station,/ Mark this strange and true relation,/ Which in brief to you I bring-/ Never was a stranger thing.

Work_Notes:
Tune - 'The Royal Forester'. 53 4-line verse narrative in 4 parts (of 12, 10, 14, 17 verses)


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OF all the girls that are so smart,/ there's none like pretty Sally./ She is the Darliing of my Heart,/ And she lives in our Alley:


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OF all the lads in London town,/ There's none I love like Johnny,/ He walks so stately o'er the ground,/ I like him for my honey;


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THERE's nought but care on every han',/ In ev'ry hour that passes, O.


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


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THE Trial of that extraordinary person, EUGENE ARAM, with the account of his Life written by himself while under sentence of death, will, it is presumed, be interesting to the reader, and not without its moral.

Work_Notes:
22-page prose narrative including 'Adam's defence'


Title_of_Work:
Life of James Allan, the Northumberland piper.


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MR. A. R. BOWES was a native of Ireland - he was born in 1745, and in 1763 was a lieutenant in the 30th regiment.


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CHAP. I./ How in his youth, following wars abroad in the Holy Land, and other countries, he learned the art of arms,


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LOUD roar'd the dreadful thunder;/ The rain a deluge showers;


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


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POOR Joe the marine was at Portsmouth/ well known,/ No lad in the corps drest so smart;/ The lasses ne'er look'd on the youth with a/ frown,/ His manliness won every heart.


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WHEN 'tis night, and the mid watch/ is come,/ And chilling mists hang o'er the darken'd/ main,/ The sailors think of their far distant home,/ And of those friends they ne'er may see/ again;


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TO England's towers of oak farewell,/ No more for me shall be unfurl'd/ The canvas in the gale to swell,/ The ocean is no more my world;


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THE topsails shiver in the wind,/ The ship she casts to sea;/ But yet my soul, my heart, my mind,/ Are, Mary, moor'd with thee:


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DARK was the dawn! and o'er the/ deep/ The chilling whirlwinds blew;/ The sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep,/ And all was drear to view!


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COME all you Free Masons that dwell around the/ globe,/ Who wear the badge of innocence, I mean the royal/ robe,/ Which Noah he did wear in the Ark wherein he stood,/ When the world was destroyed by a deluge and flood.


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IN Yorkshire I wur born and bred,/ And knaws a thing ot two, sir;/ Nay what be more, my father said,/ My wit would bring me thro', sir.

Work_Notes:
5 8-line verses and 'Ri, tol de rol, &c.' chorus


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


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TOM Starboard was a lover true,/ As brave a tar as ever sail'd;


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


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WHY what's that to you if my eyes I'm a wiping/ A tear is a pleasure, d'ye see, in its way;/ 'Tis nonsense for trifles, I own, to be piping,/ But they that ha'n't pity - why I pities they,


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O'ER Nelson's tomb with silent grief oppress'd,/ Britannia mourn'd her hero now at rest./ AIR./ 'Twas in Trafalgar's bay, We saw the Frenchmen lay,/ Each heart was bounding then;

Work_Notes:
1 4-line verses and 3 12-line 'air' verses


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FAREWELL to Lochaber, and farewell my/ Jean,/ Where heartsome with thee I have mony days been;


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


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

Work_Notes:
4 4-line verses plus repeated last line of verses 2-4, and first verse as chorus


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I'ZE a Yorkshireman just come to town,/ And my coming to town was a gay day,/ For fortune has here set me down,/ Waiting gentleman to a fine lady.

Work_Notes:
7 8-line verses and 2-line 'Rum ti iddity iddity, rum ti iddity ido...' chorus


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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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BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,/ 'Mang moors an' mosses many, O,/ The wintry sun the day has clos'd,/ And I'll away to Nanie, O.


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


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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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CHORUS./ Blythe, blythe and merry was she,/ Blythe was she but and ben;/ Blythe by the banks of Ern,/ And blythe in Glenturit glen.


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WHEN first in London I arriv'd,/ On a visit, on a visit;/ When first in London I arriv'd,/ 'Midst heavy rain and thunder:/ I 'spied a bonny lass in green,/ The bonniest lass I'd ever seen,


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PRAY, Goody, please to moderate/ The rancour of your tongue;


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FOR foreign climes to cross the sea,/ I joyful left my native cot,/ And o'er the billows sung with glee,/ Unmindful of my future lot;


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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 hae neither blankets nor sheets;


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


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YOUNG Roger is a bonny lad,/ None blyther I can see;/ Sae trim he wears his tartan plaid,/ Sae kind he blinks at me.


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BY the gaily circling glass,/ We can see how minutes pass;/ By the hollow flask are told,/ How the waning nights grow old.


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ALLEN A-Dale has no faggot for burning,/ Allen A-Dale has no furrow for turning./ Allen A-Dale has no fleece for the spinning,/ Allen A-Dale has red gold for the winning;


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TWAS at the town of nate Clogheen/ That Serjent Snap met Paddy Carey,


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MA chere amie! my charming fair!/ Whose smiles can banish ev'ry care;/ In kind compassion smile on me,/ Whose only care is love for thee.

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses - first verse is chorus to all


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WHEN William Tell was doom'd to die,/ Or hit the mark upon his Infant's head,/ The signal toll'd, the hour was nigh,


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OH the moment was sad when my love and I/ parted,/ Savourna Delish, Shinagh, Oh!


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MY mam is no more, and my dad in his grave,/ Little orphans are sisters and I, sadly poor,/ Indistry our wealth, and no dwelling we have,/ But yon neat little cottage, that stands on the/ moor.

Work_Notes:
3 4-line verses plus last line of verse 1 repeated as chorus to each


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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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ODS' blood! what a time for a seaman/ to skulk/ Under gingerbread hatches ashore!/ What a d-d bad job, that this old batter'd old  hulk/ Can't be rigg'd out for sea any more.


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SWEET Poll of Plymouth was my dear,/ When forc'd from her to go -/ Adown her cheeks rain'd many a tear,


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THE sun has gane down o'er the lofty Benlomon',/ An' left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,

Work_Notes:
3 8-line verses plus last line of each verse repeated


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O STAY, my love! my William dear!/ Ah! whither art thou flying?/ Nor think'st thou of my parents bhere,/ Nor heedst thy Susan's sighing.


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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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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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DEAR maid, by every ho0pe of bliss,/ By love's first pledge, the virgin kiss,/ By heaven and earth, I love thee!


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JUST like love is yonder rose,/ Heavenly fragrance round it throws,/ Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose,


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


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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 flitting elve -/ Your love is now toss'd on a billow,/ Far, far at sea!


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Blink bonniely, thou e'ening Star,/ Thou tell'st me o' my tryst yestreen,/ But sweeter were the blinks o' love,/ THat sparkled in twa smiling e'en.


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Thou fairest of the fairest maids,/ In Arundel's embowering shades,


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See the moon o'er cloudless Jura/ Shining in the lake below;/ See the distant mountain towering/ Like a pyramid of snow.


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The fleeting joys of love/ But one short moment last;/ In pains do constant prove,/ Till life's last moment's past.


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Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows,/ And fresh flow'ret pluck 'ere it close,/ Why are we fond of toil and care?


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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' bonnie blue.


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Sweet evening bells, sweet evening bells,/ How many a tale your music tells,


Title_of_Work:
The cause of reform, a patriotic song (for the Wigtown election)

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Rise, rise, true Scotchmen rise, I say,/ Fight for your country, its peace and good order;

Work_Notes:
Tune - Bule bonnets over the Border. 8 2-line verse chorus, and 3 8-line verses


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Success Reform attend,/ That feeling let us cherish,/ Corruption soon must end,/ And Boroughmongers perish;

Work_Notes:
Air - Bob and John. 7 8-line verses and 8-line opening chorus


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WHEN order in this land commenc'd/ With Alfred's sacred laws,/ Then sea-girt Britons, closely fenc'd,/ Join'd in one common cause.


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TWAS on the spot, in ancient lore oft nam'd,/ When Iris and Osiris once held sway,


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WHEN danger threats our native land,/ Our wives and infant cares,/ Shame to the coward who shall stand,/ To count the cost he dares:

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Scots, wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled,/ Scots, wham Bruce has often led,


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Oh' life is like a summer flower,/ Blooming but to wither;/ O, love is like an April hour,/ Tears and smiles together:


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The sun has gane down o'er the lofty/ Benlomoud,/ And left the red clouds to preside o'er/ the scene,


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


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There is not in this wide world a valley/ so sweet,/ As that vale in whose bosom the bright/ waters meet;/ Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must/ depart,/ E'er the bloom of that valley shall fade/ from my heart.


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Hurra for the bonnets of blue,/ Hurra for the bonnets of blue;/ It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,/ And bide by the bonnets of blue.


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Whate'er my fate - where'er I roam -/ By sorrow still oppressed;/ I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home,/ That gave the wanderer rest.


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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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Had I a heart for falsehood framed,/ I ne'er could injure you;/ For though your tongue no promise claim'd,/ Your charms would make me true.


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It is not so - is not so -/ The world may think me gay,/ And on my cheek the ready smile/ May ceaseless seem to play;


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


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Away with melancholy,/ Not doleful changes ring;/ On life and human folly,/ But merrily, merrily sing./ Fal lal.


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On Belvidera's bosom lying,/ Wishing, panting, sighing, dying,/ The cold regardless maid to move,/ With unavailing prayers I sue,


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Now, brother Reformers, come forth and assemble,/ The victory is won, let us meet and rejoice;

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While o'er the rising moon,/ Clouds gently hover;/ Come, lady, through the gloom,/ Come to thy lover.


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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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Oh! dinna aske me gin I lo'e ye,/ 'Deed I darena tell;/ Oh! dinna aske me gin I lo'e ye,/ Ask it o' yoursel.


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


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Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer,/ List, ye landmen, all to me:/ Messmates, hear a brother sailor,/ Sing the dangers of the sea.


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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 bonnie Jean.


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As I stood by yon roofless tower,/ Where the wa'-flower scents the dewy air,/ Where th' howlet mourns in her ivy bower,/ And tells the midnight moon her care.


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There was three kings into the east,/ Three kings both great and high;/ An' they had sworn a solemn oath,/ John Barleycorn should die.


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Husband, husband, cease your strife,/ Nor longer idly rave, sir;/ Tho' I amd your wedded wife,/ Yet I am not your slave, sir.


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Never was man so bandied by Fame,/ Thro' air, thro' ocean and thro' land,/ As one that is wrote upon every Bank Note,/ And you all must know Abraham Newland.


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IT happened to be on a fine summer's morning,/ A fine summer's morning it happened to be,/ I heard two brothers making a great moan,/ And I listened to hear what they did say.


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LASS gin ye wad think it right,/ To gang wi' me this very night,/ And cuddle till the morning light,/ By a' the lave unseen


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WHEN Rosie was faithful, how happy was I,/ Still gladsome as summer the time glided by,/ I play'd my harp cheery, while fondly I sang


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TWAS even the dewy fields were green,/ On every blade the pearls hang;/ The zephyr wantoned round the bean,


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O! dark was the midnight when Hare fled away,/ Not a star in the sky gave him one cheering ray,/ But still now and then, would the blue lightnings glare,

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Clyde's bonny banks are a' wet wi' the e'ening dew,/ Sweetly the wee birdies chaunt in the wild wood,/ Jeannie amang these green fields, by the bonny brew,/ Calmly ha'e pass'd a' the days o' our childhood.


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All you who delight in a comical jest,/ Now I will tell you one you may add to the rest,/ Which appened of late near the town of Carlisle,


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When o'er the hill the eastern star,/ Tells bughtin-time is near, my joe;/ And owsen frae the furrow'd field,/ Return sae dowf and weary O;


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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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I'm wearing awa, Jean,/ Like snaw when its thaw, Jean,/ I'm wearing awa/ To the land o' the leal.


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


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The thames flows proudly to the sea,/ Where royal cities stately stand;/ But sweeter flows the Nith to me,/ Where Cummins ance had high command:


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TURN again thou fair Eliza,/ Ae kind blink before we part,/ Rew on thy despairing lover!


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Thickest night o'erhang my dwelling!/ Howling tempests o'er me rave!/ Turbid torrents, wintry swelling,/ Still surround my lonely cave!


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Star, that bringest home the bee,/ And sett'st the weary labrour free!/ If any star shed peace, 'tis thou,


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At morn a dew-bathed rose I past,/ All lovely on its native stalk,/ Unmindful of the noon-day blast,/ That strew'd it on my evening walk.


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Adieu a heart warm fond adieu,/ Beloved mistress of my heart,/ Grieve not altho' I am from you,/ By cruel fortune doom'd to part.


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The aquavitae's in my noddle,/ Brandy rumbles in my wame;/ My feet they will not take the gate,/ And it's o how will I win hame.


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Where Cart rins rowing to the sea,/ By mony a flow'r and spreading tree,/ There lives a lad, the lad for me,/ He is a gallant weaver.


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John Anderson my Jo, John,/ When we were first acquent,/ Your locks were like the raven,/ Your bonnie brow was brent.


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Thou sweetest minstrel of the grove,/ That ever tried the plaintive strain,/ Awake thy tender tale of love,/ And soothe a poor forsaken swain.


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Oh! these are not my country's hills,/ Though they seem bright and fair;/ Though flowers deck their verdant sides,/ The heather blooms not there,


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


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O my luve's like a red, red rose,/ That's newly sprung in June.


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Clarinda. mistress of my soul,/ The measured time is run!/ The wretch beneath the dreary pole,/ So marks his latest sun.


Title_of_Work:
A mother's lament for the death of her son

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Fate gave the word, the arrow sped,/ And pierc'd my darling's heart:


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Loud blaw the frosty breezes,/ The snows the mountains cover;/ Like winter on me seizes,/ Since my young highland rover/ Far wanders nations over.


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Musing on the roaring ocean,/ Which divides my love and me;/ Wearying heaven in warm devotion,/ For his weal where'er he be.


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It was upon a Lammas night,/ When corn rigs are bonny;/ Beneath the moon's unclouded light,/ I held awa to annie.


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How cruel are the parents,/ Who riches only prize;/ And to the wealthy booby,/ Poor woman sacrifice.


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Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,/ Lovely wee thing, was thou mine;


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O condescend, dear, charming maid,/ My wretched state to view;/ A tebder swain to love betray'd, And sad despair, by you.


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Thine am I, my faithful fair,/ Thine, my lovely Nancy;/ Ev'ry pulse along my veins,/ Ev'ry roving fancy.


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Why, why tell thy lover,/ Bliss he never must enjoy;/ Why, why undeceive him./ And give all his hopes the lie.


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MAJOR Macpherson heav'd a sigh,/ Tol de diddle dol, &c./ And Major Macpherson didn't know why;/ Tol de diddle dol, &c./ But Major Macpherson soon found out,/ Tole de diddle dol, &c./ It was all for Miss Lavinia Scout;/ Tol de diddle dol, &c.


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I'M parish-clerk and sexton here:/ My name is Caleb Quotem;/ I'm painter, glazier, auctioneer;/ In short, I I am factotum;


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YOUNG Love flew to the Paphian bower,/ And gather'd sweets from many a flower;

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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 reposes,/ For still they are sacred to friendship and love.


Title_of_Work:
On wi' the tartan, a Scottish song, set to music by R. A. Smith

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Can ye lo'e, my dear lassie, the hills wild and free,/ Whare the sang o' the Shepherd gars a' ring wi' glee


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OFT in the stilly night,/ Ere slumber's chain has bound me,/ Fond mem'ry brings the light/ Of other days around me.


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Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,/ O 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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'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone,/ All her lovely companions are faded and gone;


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FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth and ye skies,/ Now gay with the broad setting sun!


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She's all my fancy painted her,/ She's lovely, she's divine;/ But her heart it is another's/ She never can be mine:


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Oh! no we never mention her,/ Her name is never heard;/ My lips are now forbid to speak,/ That once familiar word.


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O come to me when daylight sets,/ Sweet then come to me,/ When smoothly go our gondolets,/ O'er the moonlight sea.


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God save our noble King,/ William the fourth, we sing/ God Save the King


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My name is Dick Mooney, I'm very near dying,/ One daughetr I have and she is wanting a mnan,/ It is my intention her fortune to mention,/ And get her a husband as soon as I can.


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O KENMURE'S on and awa', Willie,/ O Kenmure's on and awa';/ And Kenmure's lord's the bravest lord/ That ever Galloway saw.


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WHEN John and we were married,/ Our haddin' was but sma',/ For my minnie canker't carlin,/ Wad gie us nocht ava./ I wairt my fee, wi' canny care,/ As far as it would gae,/ But well I wat our bridal bed/ Was clean pease strae.


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You've surely heard o' famous Neil,/ The man that played the fiddle weel,


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Young Robin had been at the market, And hired himsel wi' Craigfast,/ Forbye the wee drap in his noddle,/ Had got a' the wages he asked,


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Bonny lassie, will ye go,/ Will ye go, will ye go,/ Bonny lassie, will ye go/ To the birks of Aberfeldy?


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


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Bright Chanticlear proclaims the dawn,/ And spangles deck the thorn,/ The lowing herds now quit the lawn,/ The lark springs from the corn;/ Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng/ Fleet Towler leads the cry;/ Arise the burden of my song,/ This day a stag


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When John and me were married,/ Our hading was but sma',/ For my minnie, cankert carlin,/ Wad gie us nocht ava;/ I wairt my fee, wi canny care,/ As far as it would gae,/ But well I wat our bridal bed/ Was clean pea-strae.


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


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O Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' me,/ Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town;


Title_of_Work:
The whole proceedings of Jockey & Maggy's courtship

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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 or the kye come in; our meikle Riggy is sic a rummeling royte the rins aye thro' the byre, and slicks a' the bits ..

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23-page prose and dialogue narrative in 3 parts


Title_of_Work:
Joccey and Maggy's courtship, as they were coming from the market

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PART I./ Jockey. HEY, Maggy, wilt thou stay and tak' kent fouks hame wi' ye the night?/ Maggy. Wi'tu come awa' then, Johnny, I fain wad be hame or the ky come in, our meikle Riggy is sic a rumbling royt, she rins ay thro' the byre, and sticks a' the ...


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Here lies the dust of/ JOHN BELL'S MITHER,/ Against her will death brought her hither;/ Clapt in this hole, hard by his daddy,


Title_of_Work:
An elegy on the death of Jockey's mother

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


Title_of_Work:
The coalman's courtship, to the creel-wife's daughter

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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 Coal-man, 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 were known.


Title_of_Work:
Fun upon fun: or the 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 he was very young; he left a widow and three children, two daughters and a son,


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CHAP. I./ A merry Jest betwixt old Mother Winter, and her Son-in-law Tom./ THERE was an old woman, named Mother Winter, that had but one son in law, and his name was Tom; and though he was at man's estate, yet would do nothing but what he listed, which …


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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, aud would not willingly be taken napping.

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4 pages of prose narratives - five brief stories


Title_of_Work:
John Thompson's man: or, a short survey of a married life

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IN the first place, I verily conceive, there be none in the world will justify any man that falleth in a ditch, where he can escape: Nor condemn me for vindicating him that shunneth an apparent danger. But to be brief, in proceeding to what I intend, ...


Title_of_Work:
A receipt. For the passion of love, or rather the fits of mere madness and folly, take this following receipt, approved of by Doctor Experience, Peter Proof and Thomas Trial, famous Chirugions

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Take then 4 ounces of discretion, 3 grains of jocundity, 8 ounces of consideration, 7 scruples of advice, 6 gluts of the spirit of rue, 12 drams of indifference, 2 pounds of patience, a small sprig of retirement, half a pound of hatred, 8 pounds of ...


Title_of_Work:
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...


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 ...

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23-page prose and verse narrative in 4 chapters


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PART I./ THIS THOMAS BLACK, vulgarly called Lothian Tom (because of that country) was born four miles from Edinburgh, his father being a very wealthy farmer, gave him good education, which he was very aukward in receiving, being a wild, cross, mischiev...


Title_of_Work:
The whimsical love of Thomas Whittle, &c.

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LOVE, where it is truly fixed on a proper object, and meets with a suitable reception, instils such an agreeable softness into the soul, such a smoothness of disposition, such winning carriage, and such a genteel deportment, as making every thing harmo...


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


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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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IT is a strange thing that people should ask of the fifteen comforts or pleasures of Matrimony, aa [sic] is they could be numbered; whereas I affirm, that the pleasures of matrimony are numberless.


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THE many shocking crimes committed in and about London as well as frauds and cheats daily practised on the unwary trade man, mechanic and deluded countrymen, call aloud for detection and discovery.- Much has already been written from time to time on ...


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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 art, by which many...


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The Sharper who has got a general 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 ...


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Of all the vices, frauds, and cheats, related and exhibited, there is not one that has been more successful, and of old standing, that that of swindling; which, like the plague, still rages thro' these kingdoms with devastation, to the great wrong and ...


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There are more Pickpockets in and about London, than in all Europe beside, that make a trade, and what they call a comfortable living by their employment.- The Opera, Play-Houses, Capital Auctions, and Public Gardens, swarm with them; and of late ...


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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 ...


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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 is thus: Privately to drop a ring, ...


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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, ofwhat nation art thou?


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


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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 weight a matter to carry out of my own country: I was afraid that you English Presbyterians should pluck it away ...


Title_of_Work:
York dialogue between Ned and Harry. Ned giving Harry an account of his courtship and marriage state.

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NED./ HONEST Harry, I am glad to see you. You're welcome to York. You're a great stranger. When came you to town?


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SEE, see, Seraphina comes,/ Adorn'd with ev'ry grace,/ Look gods from you celestial domes,/ And view her charming face:


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SWEET are the charms of her I love,/ More fragrant than the damask rose,/ Soft as the down of turtle doves:


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NOW the lab'ring clouds impend,/ Big with moisture, o'er our heads;/ Whilst the kindly drops descend,/ Grateful to the parched meads.


Title_of_Work:
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. For I...

Work_Notes:
11-page prose satire against Irish Catholocism


Title_of_Work:
The consecration of a murderer of heretick princes; used by the Jesuits in Popish countries

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THOSE that are counted herticks, by Papists, are by law and right deprived of all they have, the Pope can authorize the orthodox members od the church, i.e. his own subjects, to take possession; and whatever means are necessary thereunto...


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A CERTAIN  peasant of Auvergne, a province in France, perceiving that his bees were likely to die, to prevent this misfortune, was advised, after he had received the communion, to keep the host, and to blow it into one of his hives; and, on a sudden, ...


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

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6.5-page duologue with closing prose passage


Title_of_Work:
The Preface [to 'The Merry Tales of Tom Hodge]

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NOT to detain the reader with many words of little purpose, I shall only here observe, that Tom Hodge, with the rest of his old companions, belonging to the school of Cockermouth, were walking on a very pleasant morning in May, and having tired ...


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ONCE upon a time, when the opinion was common in England, that those whose age and experience enabled them to determine the consequences of certain actions were wizards and witches; there was a Queen...


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DICK WHITTINGTON was a very little boy when his father and mother died; so little, indeed, that he never knew them, nor the place where he was born. He strolled about the country as ragged as a colt,...


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FAST by the margin of a mossy rill,/ That wander'd, gurgling, down a heath-clad hill,/ An ancient shepherd stood, oppress'd with woe,/ And ey'd the ocean's flood that foam'd below;/ Where gently rocking on the rising tide,/ A ship's unwonted form was seen

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66-line verse narrative in 8 verses [2 of 18 lines, 1 of 10 lines, 1 of 6 lines, 2 of 4-lines, 1 of 6-lines]


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PITY the sorrows of a poor old man,/ whose trembling limbs have borne him to your/ door,/ Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span,/ Oh! give relief and heaven will bless your store.


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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 VIII., to walk late in the night into the city, disguised, to observe and take notice how...

Work_Notes:
22.5-page prose narrative in 6 chapters, including 4 8-line verse song: The cobler's song in the King's cellar


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CHAP. I./ Monford and his Wife go the Wars of France, where he loses his eye-sight, and they afterwards return to England./ IN former days when the rose of England eclipsed the French lillies, among other brave gallants who went to try their fortunes, ...

Work_Notes:
20-page prose narrative in 10 chapters, including 'The blind man's song': 4 4-line verses


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CHAP. I./ The Birth of Poor Robin, how he was bound Apprentice to a Saddler, and what a trick he served his Master./ POOR Robin was born in Saffron-Walen, in the County of Essex, of honest plain parents, ...


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CHAP. I./ How ih his youth, following wars abroad in the Holy Land, and other countries, he learned the art of arms, came off with great success and applause./ IN former times when the wars were frequent between England and Scotland, before the two ...


Title_of_Work:
The life of John MacPherson, a notorious robber

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IT could never be learned with certainty where John MacPherson was born; his parents were not so poor but they were able to leave him a pretty little income at their death.


Title_of_Work:
The history of Patrick Fleeming, a notorious robber

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THE parents of Patrick Fleeming were very poor people, and when he was born, lived in Athlone, supporting themselves only by hard labour; yet as poor as they were they took some care to send him to school ...


Title_of_Work:
The life of Richard Balf, a most cruel murderer and highwayman

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


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 that a year and a half, and then lived ...


Title_of_Work:
No jest like a true jest. An exact record of Captain James Hind

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CHAP. I./ The birth and Education of Hind - Of his being bound an Apprentice to a Butcher./ CAPT. James Hind, the subject of our ensuing history, was born at Shippen Norton in Oxfordshire: His father having no more children than he, put him to school,...


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Way down Carolina,/ Where old Tara an' Chowan glide,/ Dare I met my lubly Dinah,


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Dan Tucker lib'd in a snug shakey hut,/ As tight as a maggot in a mouldy nut,


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You've heard so much ob Ginger blue,/ So much dat dis ting I shall do,/ Amuse you all, dat is I'll try,/ Wid Massa an de Green tail fly.


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A night by de galley fire,/ When de steam's up in de pot,/ Dis Niger him do admire,/ When de water a'm bakin' hot.


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A bery long time in a snug ole brake,/ Dere lib a Nig, dey call him big Jack,


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Ob course you, be heard ob late,/ How dat Carolina war de state,/ Where all de galls did all incline/ To dandy Jim from Caroline.


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Ole Joe call at de garden gate,/ An loud him call, 'cos he was too late,/ An dare him sit, like a hungry cat,


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I'se cum from the state ob Arkansas,/ To hear de sights can can be saw,/ But nought make de lips ob my bosom swell,/ Like a peek at the Philadelfy gals.


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I have travelled the wide world over,/ And now to another must go,/ I know that good quarters are waiting,/ T welcome ole Rosin the Beau.

Work_Notes:
7 4-line verses and varying 4-line chorus


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Twas away down old Virginny,/ A nigger used to dwell,/ She was a hadsome yaller girl,/ Dis darkie knew her well.


Title_of_Work:
Nigger Jack of Tenesse. As sung by Mr Russell.

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The queerest chap I ever see/ Was Nigger Jack of Tenesse;/ His nose was fat his feet were thing,/ And his under lip hung ober his chin -


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You talk ob dandy niggers,/ But you neber saw this coon,/ Perambulating Broadway,/ On a Sunday afternoon:


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I come from Alabama,/ Wid my banjo on my knee,/ And I'm going to Louisiana,/ My Sambo for to see,


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De spring ob de year hab gone at last,/ De fishing time hab gone and past,/ Four and twenty boatman sitting on der rock,/ Shooting at de seagulls all in a flock.


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Oh, if I was only young again,/ I'd lead a different life;/ I'd save my money - buy a farm,/ And take Dinah for my wife.


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Way down in de Kentucky brake,/ De darkey libs, dey calls him Jake,


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When I lived down in Tennesse,/ U-li-a-li, o-la-e,/ I went courting Rosa Lee,/ U-li-a-li, o-la-e.


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IF you wish to be always thirsty, be a Drunkard; for the oftener and more you drink, the oftener and more thirsty you will be.


Title_of_Work:
Untitled. [Ah, how silly is the drinker]

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Ah, how silly is the drinker,/ Swallowing more than he can need:


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Did you hear of two lovers, who were pressed by wars alarms,/ T'was William and young Nancy, two lovers blythe and gay,


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


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As I went over yon meadow,/ and in by yon little house end,


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FAREWEL to Lochaber, and farewel my Jean


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MY name it is Donald M'Donald,/ I live in the Highlands sae grand;


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SAIR, fair was my heart, when I parted frae my Jean


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


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I HAD a horse, and I had nae mair,/ I gat it frae my daddie;


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THE French has brag'd they'll spread us far


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NOW westlin winds, and slaught'ring guns


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Both sexes give ear unto my fancy,/ While in praise of dear women I sing,


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MY only love and dearest dear,/ I'm very glad to meet you here;


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Some Poets tune their lays and sweetly sing


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Grimus, the eighty second King of Scotland

Work_Notes:
31 prose lines  (preface to Bertha a Poem.)


Work_Notes:
8 4-line verses & 2-line chorus & 1 6-line verse


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O, the sun frae the eastward was peeping/ And braid through the winnocks did stare


Title_of_Work:
Christian Corporal.  A Dialogue Betwixt A Corporal and a Soldier


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March, march, Ettrick and Tiviotdale!/ Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order!


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Down where yon burnie rins wimplin' and cheerie


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My name it is Jock, and a ploughman's my trade


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The hero may perish, his country to save,


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Saint Bernard sweetly compares Contemplation


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I am frail, and the world is fading, but


Title_of_Work:
The difference between good and bad men with respect to this life


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As there is sad mirth so there is a joyful


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Where thine happiness lieth, there thy portion


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Usually, when a worlding is dead, we ask,


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Nothing is so sure as death, and nothing


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A black cloud makes a traveller mend his


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Where any thing presents itself, think if


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Let us go, lassie go,/ To the braes o' Balquither,


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'TWAS on the forenoon, the first day of August


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MARY, why thus waste thy you-time in sorrow?


Title_of_Work:
The humours of Gravel-Lane, or The cobler's daughter's wedding

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A TAYLOR courted a Cobler's daughter,/ who's living was near Gravel-Lane


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WHEN love was resolv'd to create the round earth


Title_of_Work:
Auld Grannie's Advice to witless Mothers and Dandy Daughters


Title_of_Work:
Rob Roy, the Celebrated Highland Freebooter; or, memoirs of the Osbaldistone Family

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FRANK OSBALDISTONE, a young man of a respectable family


Work_Notes:
Tune-"Comin' thro' the Rye."  7 8-line verses


Work_Notes:
TUNE-"The Lass o' Patie's Mill"  7 8-line verses


Title_of_Work:
The Lament of Morian Shehone for Mary Bourke.  (Translated from the Irish.)

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How painful the silence that round me prevails

Work_Notes:
TUNE-"The Meeting of the Waters."  9 4-line verses


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A Bird from the Glens, where the fallow deer bay

Work_Notes:
TUNE-"Bonnie Dundee."  6 4-line verses & footnote


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IN ancient times far i' the north,/ A hunder miles ayont the Forth,


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A London Tailor, as 'tis said,/ By buckram, canvass, tape and thread,


Title_of_Work:
Trial of Captain James Hind, who was executed at Worcester for treason

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On Friday, 23rd day of Decr 1651, Captain James Hind was brought to the Sessions' house, in the Old Bailey, where divers questions were proposed to him.


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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 ...


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UPON the third day of February, 1722, at seven o'clock at night, after that I had parted with Thurston; and coming up the burial road, one came up riding after me: Upon hearing the noise of the horse's feet, I took it to be Thurston; but looking back ...

Work_Notes:
23-page prose narrative including passages of dialogue


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CONTENTS./ CHAP. I./ How young Bateman, riding through Clifton town, accidentally espied fair Isabella, a rich farmer's daughter, standing at her father's door, and fell in love with her, ...

Work_Notes:
2-page list of contents, with chapter descriptions


Title_of_Work:
Bateman's tragedy; or the perjur'd bride justly rewarded

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CHAP. I./ How young Bateman, riding through Clifton Town, accidentally espied fair Isabella, a rich Farmer's daughter, standing at her Father's Door, and fell in love with her, enquiring who she was, and his Resolution to let her know his passion./ WE ...


Title_of_Work:
The life and adventures of Donald MacDonald

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I have often thought how like the progress of my life was to the beginning of it; and how just a title I had to thieving, who was forced, by my parents, to steal into the world, and they forced to steal away from me as soon as I was born, and left me ...


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MRS. JANE SHORE  was daughter to Mr. Thomas Wainstead, a citizen of good repute, who lived in Cheapside, by trade a mercer. She being the only child of her parents, was brought up with all the care and tenderness imaginable, not wanting any education ...


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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, That to the miserable pity should be shewn....


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IN the year 1548, when the glorious Sun of the Gospel was but newly risen in Europe, in the reign of Edward VI. King of England, in the territory, and under the jurisdiction of the City of Venice, being the very border of Italy, in the Town of ...


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CHAP. I./ Of her Birth and Parentage./ MOTHER SHIPTON, as all histories agree, was a Yorkshire woman. The particular place was very much disputed, because several towns have pretended to the honour of her birth; ...


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CHAP. I,/ Dr. Faustus' birth and Education: with an account of his falling from the Scriptures./ DOCTOR JOHN FAUSTUS was born in Germany; his father was a poor labouring man, not able to bring up his son John: but he had a brother in the same country, ...


