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# Keys of love (1790)/The lass of Gallowater

The LASS of GALLOWATER.
To its own proper Tune.
ON Gallowater fair and clear, there lives a lovely creature, Whose beauty rare makes her excel, all other works of nature.
I fix'd my mind on this lovely dame, determin'd never to alter; But like a false deluding fair, I found her love but flatter.
​My love she lives upon a hill, it's all grown o'er with heather, Come tie the creel upon my back, some berries for to gather.
Come fill the creel come fill it well, see that it lake no berries, For a man that loves his mistress well, he will her always cherish.
Some people say, that I am rude, and in me there's no wisdom; But believe me now, I'll tell you true, I'll be a loving husband.
Our ministers and clergymen, they speak for gain and treasure, The man that loves his misstress well, he'll wait upon her leisure.
I'll come to-night when the moon shines bright, because thou art my deary: A man that loves his mistress well, no travel makes him weary.
Down in yon garden there are bees, sand below their hive there's honey, The man that loves his mistress well, he values not her money.
I know thy friends are using means, on purpose to dissuade you, Thinking to get a better match, but fortune may beguile you.
​Why do'st thou think my pretty pink, but I can live without thee, Now since it be, I'll let you see, that you may look about ye.
So fare you well my dearest dear, my blessing ay go with you, I'll come no more to your bow'r door, for to tell you that I love you.
You've been so free in telling me, that you've not a-mind to marry, I'll be so free in telling thee, that I have no time to tarry.
You lovers who a-courting go, pray take this for a warning, Let Cupid no advantage take, of your reason to disarm you.
For Peggy's smiles my heart inflames, my breast did burn like fire, But since it's so, I'll let her go, from henceforth I’ll defy her.
So here's a health to the bonny lass, whose cheeks are like the roses; The finest flowers will soonest fade, when they are set in posies.
It's heav'n's decree it must not be, therefore I will resign her; Some other maid will grace my bed, for wedlock more inclining.
# Keys of love (1)/Keys of love

THE KEYS OF LOVE
AS I went out in ev'ning clear, down by a shady grove, With hastly steps as I went down, there I did spy my love, As she lay sleepng on the grass, most beautiful and fair, You'd sworn if you had view'd the lass, the Queen of love was there.
I first convey'd my ruby lips, unto her snow-white breast, I next convey'd my quick'ning arms, around her slender waist, She wak'd out of her drowsy sleep, like one be'ng in suprise; Her am'rous looks have stole my heart, by the moving of her eyes
She said. I'm ruin'd and undone, and falsely I'm betray'd: Is this the way you've ra'cn to woo, a simple harmless maid? You Gods, she cry'd, you've wounded me,
wou'd you wrong a maid so young? Her am'rous saying stole my heart, by the moving of her tongue.
I love my love, and I make no doubt, but it's for love again; ​And if she says she loves me not, I'll laugh at her disdain: If she be constant, I'll be true, and so we shall agree. And if she says she loves me not, I'll change as well as she,
There is twelve months into the year, as I hear people say; The merriest month, in all the year, is the months of June and May; These are the months I choose my love, if it pleases her desire; Young women carry the keys of Love, men's hearts are all on fire.
# Keys of Love

* "Keys of love", in Keys of love (1802), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The keys of love", in Keys of love (n.d.), a chapbook with no printing information
# Keys of love (1790)/The keys of love

THE KEYS OF LOVE.
AS I went out in ev'ning clear, down by a shady grove, With hasty footsteps I went down, there I spy'd my love. As she lay sleepng on the grass, most beautiful and fair, You wou'd have sworn if you had view'd the lass, the Queen of love was there.
I first convey'd my ruby lips, unto her snow-white breast, I next convey'd my quick'ning arms, around her slender waist, She wak'd out of her drowsy sleep, like one been in surprize; Her am'rous looks had stole my heart, by the moving of her eyes.
She said, I'm ruin'd and undone, and falsely I'm betray'd: Is this the way you've ta'en to win, a simple harmless maid? You Goddess, she cry'd, you've wounded me,
wou'd you wrong a maid so young? Her am'rous sayings stole my heart, by the moving of her tongue.
​I love my love, and I make no doubt, but it's for love again; And if she says she loves me not, I'll laugh at her disdain. If she be constant, I'll be true, and so we will agree, And if she says she loves me not, I'll change as well as she.
There is twelve months into the year, as I hear people say; The merriest month, in all the year, are the months of June and May, These are the months I choose my love, if it pleases her desire: Young women carry the Keys of Love, men's hearts are still on fire.
# The Exciseman (Stirling)/The Orphan

THE ORPHAN BOY.
# The Exciseman (Stirling)/The Maid of Lodi

THE MAID OF LODI.
FINIS.
# The Maid of Lodi

Traditional Scottish song.
* "The Maid of Lodi", in The Exciseman (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Maid of Lodi", in The Bad Wife (n.d), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Maid of Lodi" in Six songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Kilmarnock
* "The Maid of Lodi" in Three Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Maid of Lodi" in The Swiss patriot (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Five Excellent New Songs (Stirling)/Toby Filpot

TOBY FILPOT.
# Five excellent songs (1)/The Wreath

Ye shepherds tell me, tell me, have you seen, Have you seen my Flora pass this way, In shape and feature beauty’s queen, In pastoral, in pastoral array.
Chorus.
Shepherds tell me, tell me, tell me have you seen, Have you seen my Flora pass this way, Have you seen, tell me, shepherds, have you seen, Tell me have you seen my Flora pass this way.
A wreath around her head, around her head she wore Carnation, lily, lily, rose, And in her hand a crook she bore, And sweets, and sweets her breath compose. Shepherds tell me, &c.
The beauteous, the beauteous wreath that decks her head, Forms her description, her description true. Hands lily white, lips crimson red, And cheeks, and cheeks of rosy hue. Shepherds tell me, &c.
# Five excellent songs (1)/Welcome Summer Back Again

In Flora’s train the graces wait, And chase rude winter from the plain; As on she roves, the wild flowers spring, And welcome summer back again. ​Spring dances o’er the plain, Flowering all the woodland scene, Then join with me, my lovely May, To welcome summer back again.
The budding wild will soon perfume The air, when balm’d by April’s rain; ’Mong banks clad o’er wi’ waving broom, We’ll welcome summer back again. In yon sequester’d scene, The mavis sings his cheerful strain, And there we’ll meet, my lovely May, To welcome summer back again.
When yellow cowslips scent the mead, Then gladness o’er the plains will reign; And soon, my love, we’ll pu’ the flowers, And welcome summer back again. Spring dances o’er the plain, Flowering all the woodland scene, With blooming garlands in her train, To welcome summer back again.
# Five excellent songs (1)/The Dainty Bit Plan

Our May had an e’e to a man, Nae less than the newly-placed Preacher: And we plotted a dainty bit plan For trapping our spiritual teacher, O, we were sly, sly! O, we were sly and sleekit!
​We treated young Mr M'Gock, We plied him wi’ tea and wi’ toddy; And we praised every word that he spoke, Till we put him maist out o’ the body. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
Frae the kirk we were never awa’, Except when frae hame he was helping; And then May, and often us a’, Gaed far and near after him skelping. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
We said aye, which our neighbours thought droll, That to hear him gang through wi’ a sermon, Was, (though a wee dry on the whole,) As refreshing’s the dew on Mount Hermon. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
But to come to the heart o’ the nit— The dainty bit plan that we plotted Was to get a subscription afit, And a watch to the minister voted. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
The young women folk o’ the kirk, By turns lent a hand in collecting; But May took the feck o’ the wark, And the trouble the rest o’ directing. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
A gran’ watch was gotten belyve, And May wi’ sma’ prigging, consentit To bo ane o’ a party o’ five To gang to the Manse and present it.
​We a’ gied a word o’ advice To May in a deep consultation, To hae something to say unea nice, And to speak for the hale deputation. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
Taking present and speech baith in hand, May delivered a bonny palaver To let Mr M'Gock understand How zealous she was in his favour. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
She said that the gift was to prove, That his female friends valued him highly, But it couldna express a’ their love; And she glintit her e’e at him slyly. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
He put the gold watch in his fab, And proudly he said he wad wear it; And, after some flattering gab, Tauld May he was gaun to be marryit. O, we were sly, sly! O, were sly and sleekit! But Mr M'Gock was nae gowk, wi’ our dainty bit ⟨plan⟩ to be cleekit.
May eame hame wi’ her heart at her mouth, And became, frae that hour, a Dissenter, And now she’s renewing her youth Wi’ some hopes o’ the burgher Precentor. O, but she’s sly, sly! O, but she’s sly and sleekit! And cleverly opens ae door as soon as anither is steekit
# Five excellent songs (1)/The Bachelor

My master was an auld Batch, Baith crabbed and uncivil: Than kiss a lass, (except when fou’) He'd sooner kiss the d———l. An’ he had gowd and sil’er baith, As meikle’s fill a barrel; A gaudy house, an’ grand estate, Might serve a duke or earl.
But woman’s ways he coudua thole— The cause o’ a disasters; He’d sneer, an’ jeer, an’ curse the sex, And ca’ them downright wasters. But then, again, when he was fu’, His love was overbearing; He’d kiss an’ slake about my mou’, Nae wife nor sil’er fearing.
As I was growing auld mysel’, And lovers growing scanty, I thought upon my master’s house, His gear an’ sil’er plenty. So I got witnesses ae night, When he was reeling rarely, To hear his tender promises, An’ see us bedded fairly.
He sought me to his chamber ha’, And troth, I didna swither; But gave a sweet complying smile, An’ aff to bed thegither. But oh! that morn when he awoke! Ere he could weel consider, ​He drew his arms frae ’bout my neck, As if he’d touch’d an adder!
“Weel, Bet!” says he, what brings you here My troth, but you're a trimmer! Gae, rise, an’ mend the kitchen fire, You lewd lascivious limmer!” “ Na, na, gudeman! do that yoursel’— I’ll rise when I am ready; I was your servant yesterday, But now I am your lady!”
But wha could paint his waspish face, As I the facts were telling! His miser-moaus, his sil’er-shrieks, Were like a cuddy’s yelling! Wi’ rage, he fell upon the floor, And gi’ed a roar like thun’er; But matrimony’s chains are strong— There’s few they’ll not keep un’er.
Now since his single woes are past, An’ he has got a baby, His looks hae quite anither cast, His dress is never shabby. An’ aye he blesses Bet his wife, The night she nail’d him till her, An’ wadna be a Batch again For a' his lan’ an’ sil’er.
# For a' that and a' that (1818)

FOR A‘ THAT, AND A‘
T H A T,
When Kate was Nineteen,
Let Drunkards Sing,
AND
Blythe and happy.
EDINBURGH:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1818.
* For a' that and a' that
* Kate O' Gowrie
* Let Drunkards Sing
* Blythe and happy are we
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The New Europe/Volume 7/Number 84/"La Revolution argentine"

“La Revolution argentine”
We have received the following note from Mr. S. de Madariaga:—
“With reference to La ‘Révolution argentine,’ reviewed in your last issue, allow me to state that the ‘wars of liberation’ in South America were not directed against Spain but against the Spanish State which Spain, no less than the colonies, suffered at the time. This is strikingly illustrated by the fact that many, if not most, of the ‘liberators’ were Spaniards, born in Spain, notably the greatest of them all, San Martin, who was an officer in the Spanish army. On this fact, at last proclaimed nowadays both in North and South America, is founded the present Ibero-American movement.”
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published in 1918, before the cutoff of January 1, 1929.
The longest-living author of this work died in 1978, so this work is in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 45 years or less. This work may be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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# The Bad Wife

* "The Bad Wife", in The Bad Wife (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Bad wife", in The Bad wife (1817), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# The Bad wife/The Bad wife

THE BAD WIFE.
O Jamie lad, hear my advice, And warnin’ tak’ by me, man, For if you get a wife like me, You’ll rue’t until ye die, man: For when that I was in my youth, Like you, I then could quench my drouth, But now I darena wet my mouth, For Maggy's tongue, de’il drive her outh To some place far awa’, man.
On Sunday, if I spier for Will, She swears I’m seeking drink, man: Then o'er my head wi' furious rage, The tangs aloud will clink, man. This is the life that I must bear, She'll harle out my very hair; And then she’ll rage, and curse, and swear, And cry, Ye dog, I'll gi’e ye mair, Tho’ for ye I should die, man.
And Jamie, when I got her first, I thought myself enrich'd man: Her beauty, and her bonny claes They had me sae bewitch’d, man. I had nae power to see her ill, She led me captive at her will, ​Poor simple youth, I hadna skill, But thought that she was like mysel', For love and unity, man.
But when the fatal knot was tied, I found I was betray'd, man: For she was fill'd wi' nought but strife, And foolish empty pride, man. I sit as mute as mute as only sot, Wi’ no a word out o' my throat, Till o'er my head the chamber-pot In twenty pieces it is broke, And then I'm forc’d to flee, man.
And if her wants I can't supply, She'll flee like fire on me, man: And let the pinch be ne'er so great, She cries aloud for tea, man. And if I bid her gang to wirk, She flees at me like ony Turk: Wi’ venom she would cut my throat, Or shoot me dead upon the spot: She's fill’d with cruelty, man.
Some say that I should thresh her weel And I shou’d tann her hide, man: The oil o' a gude hazel rung They say, would lay her pride, man. But I dinna like to try that plan, It makes but little of a man ​To say that he would lift his han'; For instance there's our neighbour Tam, He's just as ill as me, man.
But Jamie, when you wale a wife, Lay beauty all aside, man; The pleasures of a virtuous wife Are beyond a bonny bride, man. Think on their wild deceitful ways, Their painted cheeks and bonn claes. They're like a stockin' full of fleas, That will disturb ye a‘ your days, Until the day you die, man.
For the brawest lasses aft I see, Turns out the greatest daws, man; For when a man and bairns they get, It's rags in place of braws, man. But when a wife ye gang to seek, Look for ane that's mild and meek, With modesty on ilka cheek, And then your joys will be complete Until the day you die, man.
# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/By The Stream

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# The Bad wife/Highland laddie, O

THE DEAR HIGHLAND LADDIE.
Blythe was the day when he fee'd wi‘ my father O, Happy was the time when we herded together O; Sweet were the hours when he row‘d me in his plaidie O, And vow’d to be mine my dear Highland Laddie O.
But a wae's me wi' their sodgeridg sae greedy O, The laird's ta'en awa my braw Highland Laddie O; Misty are the glens and the dark hills are cloudy ​That ance seem'd so blythe wi' my dear Highland Laddie O.
The blae-berry banks are now lonesome and dreary O, Muddy are the streams that gush'd down sae clearly O, Silent are the rocks that re-echoed sae gladly O, To the wild melting strains of my dear Highland Laddie O.
But farewell my ewes and farewell my doggie O, Farewell ye knowes now sae lanesome and scroggy O, Farewell Glenfeoch my mammy and my daddy O. O, a‘ can I leave but my dear Highland Laddie O.
# The Bad wife/Thou art gane awa

THOU ART GANE AWA.
Thou art gane awa, thou art gane awa, Thou art gane awa from me Mary; Nor friends nor I could make thee stay; Thou hast cheated them and me Mary. Until this hour I never thought That ought could airer thee Mary; Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart, Think what you will of me Mary.
Whate‘er he said or might pretend, ​That stole that heart of thine Mary; True love I'm sure was ne'er his end, Or use such love as thine Mary. I spoke sincere nor flatter'd much Had no unworthy thoughts Mary Ambition, wealth, nor naething such, No I lov'd only thee Mary.
Tho‘ you've been false, yet while I live, No other maid I'll woo Mary; Till friends forget and I forgive, Thy wrongs to them and me Mary. So then farewell, of this be sure, Since you've been false to me Mary; For all the world I'd not endure, Half what I've done for thee Mary.
# The Bad Wife (Stirling)/The Bad Wife

THE BAD WIFE.
O, Jamie, lad, hear my advice, And warning tak' by me, man, For if ye get a wife like me, You'll ru't until ye die, man, For when that I was in my youth, Like you I then could quench my drought, But now I dare na weet my mouth, For Maggy's tongue,—deil drive her south, To some place far awa', man.
On Sunday, if I speir for Will, She swears I'm seeking drink, man; Then o'er my head, with furious rage, The tangs aloud will clink man. This is the life that I must bear, She'll oft haurl out my very hair, And then she'll rage, and curse, and swear And cry ye dog, I'll gi'e ye mair, Tho' for you I should die, man.
And, Jamie, when I got her first, I thought myself enrich'd man, Her beauty and her bonny claes They had me sae bewitch'd man; I had na power to see her ill, She led me captive at her will,
Poor simple youth, I had nae skill, But thought that she was like mysel', For love and unity, man.
But when the fatal knot was tied I found I was betray'd, man, For she was fill'd wi' nought but strife, And foolish empty pride, man; I sit as mute as ony sot, Wi' no a word out o' my throat, Till o'er my head the chamber pot In twenty pieces it is broke, And then I'm forc'd to flee, man
And if her wants I can't supply, She'll flee like fire on me, man; And let the pinch be ne'er so great, She cries aloud for tea, man: And if I bid her gang to work, She flies at me just like a Turk, Wi' venom she could cut my throat, Or shoot me dead upon the spot, She's fill'd wi' cruelty man.
But, Jamie, when ye wale a wife, Lay beauty a' aside, man, The pleasures o' a virtuous wife Are beyond a bonny bride, man. Think on their wild deceitfu' ways, Their painted cheeks and bonny claes,
They're like a stocking fu' o' flaes, That will torment ye a' your days, Until the day ye die, man.
# The Bad Wife (Stirling)/George Reily

AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG,
CALLED
GEORGE REILY.
It was on a summer's morning, the weather being fair I stroll'd for recreation down by a river clear, I overheard a damsel most grievously complain, All for her absent lover who plough'd the raging main.
I say, my lovely fair maid, why do you grieve and ⟨cry⟩ The absence of my true love,—the damsel did reply, These 5 long years, and better, I've daily for him ⟨mourned⟩ And although the wars are ended he never has ⟨returned⟩
It's really most surprising that he was so unkind, Te leave so fair a creature lamenting here behind; But if you could forget him, and place your love on ⟨me⟩ Until death separate us, to you I'll constant be.
No,—says the lovely fair maid, such things can ⟨never be⟩ My own love I admire, no other man but he;
⟨He⟩ is the darling of my heart, and him I do adore, (illegible text) take this as your answer, and trouble me no more,
⟨Then⟩, says this gallant sailor, what was your true love's name, ⟨With⟩ that, and his description, I wish to know the same— George Reily I do call him, a lad both neat and trim, ⟨Manly⟩ in his deportment, there's none can equal him.
⟨Madam⟩, I had a messmate, and Reily was his name, ⟨And⟩ as you have described him I think he is the same, ⟨three⟩ years we sail'd together, on board the Old Balflowr, ⟨and⟩ such a loyal comrade I never had before;
⟨'Twas⟩ in the month of April, nigh to Port Royal, we Had a sore engagement—it lasted a whole day— ⟨Betwixt⟩ Rodney and Count de Grax, where many brave did fall, ⟨Your⟩ love became a victim to a cruel cannon ball; While weltering in his blood your faithful lover lay, With heavy sighs and broken heart, I did hear him to say ⟨Farewell⟩, my lovely Molly, O, were you standing by, ⟨would⟩ I gaze my last upon you, contented I would die.
⟨This⟩ melancholy story it wounded her full deep, ⟨She⟩ wrong her hands and tore her hair, most bitterly did weep, Says she—my joys are ended, if all you told be true,
⟨Instead⟩ of having pleasure, my sorrows I'll renew.
No longer, now, her faithful love his passion conceal, He flew into her arms, and did his mind reveal; Then, quickly by a marriage they did their love re(illegible text) Says she—you're welcome to me, all sorrows now (illegible text)
# The Bad Wife (Stirling)/No Cheering Sun-Beams

THE ORPHAN BOY.
No cheering sun-beam's friendly ray, Shone on the dark and cloudy day, When I, an outcast from my birth, Sprung up the humblest flower on earth, No parent stalk to prop its form, No shelter from the winter's storm— Such was the fate, bereft of joy, Of Theodore, the orphan boy.
'Twas your dear hand, by pity led, First rais'd the lily's drooping head, Foster'd the bud bedew'd with tears, Then saw it blossom into years: And whilst your smiles such pow'r can give Still will it flourish, bloom, and live; Ah! do not then the hopes destroy Of Theodore, the orphan boy.
FINIS.
# The Orphan Boy (anonymous)

* "No Cheering Sun-Beams", in The Bad Wife (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Orphan Boy", in The Swiss patriot (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Orphan", in The Exciseman (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# The Bad wife

THE BAD WIFE,
My heart with love is beating,
Highland Laddie, O,
THOU ART GANE AWA,
and
The Lass of Richmond
HILL.
printed for, and sold wholesale by,
j. fraser, printer, stirling.
1817.
* The Bad wife
* My heart with love is beating
* Highland laddie, O
* Thou art gane awa
* The lass of Richmond Hill
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Bad wife/The lass of Richmond Hill

THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL.
On Richmond hill there's a lass, More bright than May-day morn; Whose charms all other maids surpass. A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat with smile so sweet, Has won my right good will; I‘d crowns resign to call thee mine, Sweet lass of Richmond hill.
​Ye breezes swift that fan the air, And wanton thro‘ the grove, Oh! whisper to my charming fair, I die for her and love.
How happy will the shepherd be, Who calls this nymph his own, O may her choise be fix'd on me, Mine's fix'd on her alone.
FINIS.
# Goldfinch (1)

THE
GOLDFINCH:
CONTAINING
TWENTY-FOUR
of the most Popular and Fashionable
LOVE SONGS.
FALKIRK:
PRINTED BY T. JOHNSTON.
* Fly from the World
* Fancy dipp'd her Pen in Dew
* The Forester's Daughter
* The Miller's Daughter
* Jock o' Hazeldean
* Oh!'tis sweet' to think
* Sweet Kitty Clover
* Fareweel to Glen-Shalloch
* Kathleen O'More
* Come buy my Cherries
* The Lass of Richmond Hill
* Bone of my Bone
* In the midst, &c.
* I'll never leave Thee
* Tell me, Mary
* Tho' love is warm awhile
* The Rosebud of Summer
* Thou hast left me ever
* Wilt thou say, Farewell
* The fair young Knight
* Fair Eliza
* Love's Silent Language
* Have you not seen
* Beauty in tears
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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