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# The Soldier's Adieu (Dibdin)

* "The Soldier's Adieu", in The Lover's Songster (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Newcastle
* "The Soldier's Adieu", in Little couple (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Soldier's Adieu", in Tragical end of William and Margaret (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Little couple/What a Beau my Granny was

What a Beau my Granny was.
The Ladies all can best approve, the strict attention of my love. Though I decry their frippery the ton the fashions oft did try, In days of old my Granny told, the dress of every lad and lass. But you shall know before I go, O what a beau my Granny was,
​Chor. With her hizzy, quizzy, hizzy, frizzy, thunder, dunder, blunder O, As I for fun, girls hither run, my Granny was a wonder O.
MY Granny had but her own hair, which she in comely mode did wear, But now with wool they load each skull, and frizzle it to make it stare; With feathers high as if ’twould fly, each girl for beauty aims to pass, But ’twas not so long time ago, when a great beau my Granny was With her hizzy, &c.
My Granny was both fair and plump, and like a squirrel she could jump, With coral lips and natural hips, but now each girl has her cork rump; The platted ruff looks well enough, now pidgeons craws they wear, alas! Stuck out before, like the breast of a boar, O what a beau my Granny was, With her hizzy, &c
# Little couple/Old Adam

OLD ADAM.
Both ſexes give ear unto my fancy. While in praiſe dear women I ſing, Confin’d not to Moll, Kate or Nancy, But make, from the Beggar to King.
Old Adam when firſt was created, And Lord of the Univerſe crown’d;
In happineſs was not compleated Until that a Help-mate he found.
He’d all things for food that was wanting, Which makes us content thro' our lives; He’d horſes and foxes for hunting, That ſome men love more than their wives,
He’d a garden ſo planted by nature, Men cannot produce in this life; But ſtill the all-wiſe GREAT CREATOR, Saw that he wanted a wife.
Then Adam was laid in a ſlumber, And then he loſt part of his ſide, And when he awoke, he with wonder Beheld his moſt beautiful bride.
​In tranſport he gazed upon her, His happineſs now was complete; Then praiſed the bountiful Donor, Who had thus bestow'd him a mate.
She was not ta’en out of his head, Sir, To reign and triumph over man; Nor was ſhe ta'en out of his feet, Sir. By man to be trampled upon.
But ſhe was ta’en out of his ſide, Sir, His part'ner and equal to be; But as they’re united in one, Sir, The man is the top of the tree.
Then let not the fair he deſpiſed, By man as ſhe is part of himſelf For woman by Adam was prized. More than the globe full of wealth.
man without a woman's a beggar, Suppoſe the whole world he poſſeſs’d;
But a beggar that’s got a good woman, With more than the world is bleſs’d.
FINIS.
# Old Adam

* "Old Adam", in Little couple (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Old Adam", in Old Adam the father of us all (n.d.), a chapbook with no printing information
# Old Adam the father of us all

Old Adam
ΤΗΕ
Father of us All.
To which is added,
The CRUEL PARENTS,
IN TWO PARTS.
Entered according to Order.
* Old Adam
* The Cruel Parents
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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# Flowers of the Forest (Haddington)

FLOWERS
OF THE
FOREST.
To which are added,
THE BATTLE OF FLOWDENHILL.
The Soldier's Adieu.
Oh! the Moment was Sad.
BEGONE DULL CARE.
HADDINGTON: Printed by G. Miller:—at whose Shop may be had a variety of Pamphlets, Ballads, Children's Books, Pictures, Catechisms, &c. WHOLESALE and RETAIL.
* Flowers of the Forest
* The Battle of Flowdenhill
* The Soldier's Adieu
* Oh! The Moment Was Sad
* Begone Dull Care
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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# Flowers of the Forest (Haddington)/Begone Dull Care

Begone Dull Care.
FINIS.
# Flowers of the Forest (Haddington)/Oh! The Moment Was Sad

Oh! the Moment was Sad.
# Flowers of the Forest (Haddington)/The Soldier's Adieu

The Soldier's Adieu.
# Flowers of the Forest (Haddington)/The Battle of Flowdenhill

The Battle of Flowdenhill.
# The Flowers of the Forest

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## Songs

* "The Flowers of the Forest", song with lyrics by Alison Cockburn
* "The Flowers of the Forest", song with lyrics by Jean Elliot
* "The Flowers of the Forest", poem by Anne Hunter

## Chapbooks

* "Flowers of the Forest" (1804-1812), printed by G. Miller
* "The Flowers of the Forest" (1812-1820), printed in Greenock by W. Scott
* "The Flowers of the Forest" (1816-1820), printed in Stirling by J. Fraser
* "The Flowers of the Forest" (1825), printed in Glasgow, printer not specified
* "The Flowers of the Forest" (n.d.), printed in Haddington, printed by G. Miller
# Flowers of the Forest (Haddington)/Flowers of the Forest

Flowers of the Forest.
# The Flowers of the Forest (Cockburn)

This is one of several sets of lyrics written for the old Scottish folk tune "The Flowers of the Forest".
* "The Flowers o' the Forest", in Sae will we yet (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Flowers o' the Forest" in The Flowers of the Forest (n.d.)
* "Flowers of the Forest", in Flowers of the Forest (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Haddington
* "Flower of the Forest the Old Way" in Sons of the Tyne's garland (1770)
* "The Flowers of the Forest" in O tell me the way for to woo (1821)
* "The Flowers of the Forest" in The Flowers of the Forest (1825)
* "The Flowers of the Forest" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# Sae will we yet (Stirling)/The Flowers o' the Forest

THE FLOWERS O’ THE FOREST.
I’ve seen the smiling of Fortune beguiling, I’ve felt all its favours, and found its decay; Sweet was its blessing, kind its caressing, But now ’tis fled,——fled far away.
I’ve seen the forest adorned the foremost, With flow’rs of the fairest, most pleasant and gay, Sae bonny was their blooming, their scents the air perfuming; But now they are wither’d and wedded away.
I’ve seen the morning with gold the hills adorning, And loud tempest storming before the midday; I’ve seen Tweed’s silver streams, shining in the sunny beams, Grow drumlie and dark as they roll’d on their way.
O fickle fortune! why this cruel sporting, O why still perplex us poor sons of a a day. Nae mair your smiles can cheer me, nae mair your frowns can fear me, For the flow’rs of the forest are wither’d away.
FINIS.
# Sae will we yet (Stirling)/How Long and Dreary is the Night

How long and dreary is the night.
Tune—“Cauld kail in Aberdeen.
How long and drearie is the night, When I am frae my dearie! I restless lie frae e’en to morn, Tho’ I were ne’er sae wearie. For, oh! her lanely nights are lang,
And oh! her dreams are eerie: And oh! her widow’d heart is sair That’s absent frae her dearie.
When I think on the lightsome days I spent wi’ thee, my dearie; And now what seas between us roar, How can I be but eerie? For, oh! &c.
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours! The joyless day, how drearie! It was nae sae ye glinted by, When I was wi’ my dearie. For, oh! &c.
# Sae will we yet (Stirling)/The Bosom of Love

THE BOSOM OF LOVE.
Tune—The Woodpecker.
How sweet to recline on the bosom we love, And breathe all our cares in her innocent ear, And when the soft passion her kind heart doth move, How precious now glisters the soft falling tear:
'Tis a pleasure from Heaven, a joy from above, That raises our souls far from scenes that are here.
When life’s busy scene threatens clouds o’er our head, And frail fickle fortune now leaves us to mourn, We lean on love’s bosom when friendship is dead And blest in our love, we forget we’re forlorn: Every care is at rest—all our sorrow is fled, But the thought that love’s bosom should from us be torn.
And when in the calm vale of years we recline On that breast which thro’ life’s stormy sea with us strove. How blest is the thought that whene’er we decline, We decline to the grave on the bosom we love: Of all thy choice blessings, kind Heav’n be it mine, Thro’ life’s varied scene, the soft bosom of love.
# Sae will we yet (Stirling)/Tam Glen

TAM GLEN.
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; I’m thinking wi’ sic a braw fallow, In poortith I might mak a fen’; What care I in riches to wallow, If I mauna marry Tam Glen.
There’s Lowrie, the laird o’ Drummeller, “Gude-day to you,” brute, he comes ben; He brags, and he blaws o’ his siller, But whan will he dance like Tam Glen? My minnie dues constantly deave me, And bids me beware o’ young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me; But wha can think sae o’ Tam Glen?
My daddie says, gin I’ll forsake him, He’ll gie me good hundred marks ten; But if it’s ordain’d I maun take him, O wha will I get but Tam Glen? Yestreen at the valentines dealing, My heart to my mou’ gied a sten, For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, Tam Glen.
The last hallowe’en I was waukin’, My droukit sark-sleeve, as you ken, His likeness cam up the house staukin’, And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen. Come counsel, dear tittie, don’t tarry; I’ll gie you my bonnie black hen, Gif you will advise me to marry The lad I loo dearly, Tam Glen.
# The Flowers of the Forest (Fraser)/The Flowers o' the Forest

THE FLOWERS O’ THE FOREST
I’ve seen the smiling of Fortune beguiling, I’ve felt all its favours, and found its (illegible text)day Sweet was its blessing, kind its caressing, But now ’tis fled,———fled far away.
I’ve seen the forcst adorned the foremost, With flow’rs of the fairest, most p lease and gay,
Sae bonny was their blooming, their (illegible text)scents air perfuming; But now they are wither’d and wedded away
I’ve seen the morning with gold the hills (illegible text)ing,[d. And loud tempest storming before the man I’ve seen Tweed’s silver streams, shining the sunny beams, Grow drumlie and dark as they roll’d their way.
O fickle fortune! why this cruel sporting, O why still perplex us poor sons of a day. Nae mair your smiles can cheer me, nae man your frowns can fear me, For the flow’rs of the forest are wither’d away
# The Flowers of the Forest (Fraser)/For A' That

FOR A’ THAT.
Is there for honest poverty, Wha hangs his head and a’ that, The coward slave, we pass him by, And dare be poor for a’ that. For a' that, and an’ a’ that, Our toils cbscure an’ a’ that, The rank is but the guinea-stamp, The man’s the goud for a’ that.
That tho’ on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden gray, and a’ that;
Gi’e fools their silk, and knaves their wine, A man’s a man for a’ that. For a’ that, and a’ that, Their tinsel shew ard a’ that; An honest man tho’ e’er sae poor, Is chief o’ men for a’ that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca’d a lord, Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that, Tho’ hundreds worship at his word, He’s but a cuif for a’ that, For a’ that and a’ that, His ribbond, star, and a’ that; The man of independent mind, Can look, and laugh at a’ that.
​The king can mak’ a belted knight, A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that, But an honest man’s aboen his might— Gude faith, he manna fa’ that. For a’ that and a’ that, His dignities and a’ that; The pith o’ sense and pride o’ worth Are grander far than a’ that.
Then let us pray that come it may, As come it shall for a’ that, That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth, Shall bear the gree, and a’ that. For a’ that, and a’ that, It’s coming yet, for a’ that, When man and man, the warld o’er, Shall brithers be an’ a’ that.
# The Flowers of the Forest (Fraser)/Nae Luck About the House

NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE.
But are you sure the news is true? And are you sure he’s weel? Is this a time to talk o, wark? Ye Jades, fling by your wheel. Is this a time to talk o’ wark, When Colin’s at the door? Rax me my cloak, I’ll down the quay, And see him come ashore.
​For there’s nae luck about the house, There’s nae luck ava; There’s little pleasure in the house, When our gudeman’s awa.
Rise up and mak a clean fireside; Put on the muckle pat; Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his sunday’s coat: And mak their shoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as snaw; It’s a’ to pleasure our gudeman, He likes to see them braw. For there’s nae luck, &c.
There are twa hens into the crib Hae fed this month and mair, Mak haste and thraw their necks about, That Colin weel may fare: And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw; It’s a’ for love o’ our gudeman, For he’s been lang awa. For there's nae luck, &c.
O gie me down my bigonet, My bishop satan gown, And then gae tell the bailie’s wife, That Colin’s come to town. My Sunday’s shoon they maun gae on,
My hose o’ pearl blue; ​And a’ to pleasure our gudeman, For he’s baith leal and true. For there's nae luck, &c.
Sae sweet his voice. sae smooth his tongue, His breath’s like caller air; His very tread has music in’t, As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I’m downright dizzy wi’ the joy, In troth I’m like to greet. For there’s nae luck, &c.
The cauld blasts o’ the winter wind, That thirl’d thro’ my heart, They’re a’ blawn by, I hae him safe, Till death we’ll never part. But what puts parting in my head? It may be far awa; The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw.
Since Colin's weel, I’m weel content; I hae nae mair to crare. Could I but live to mak him blest, I’m blest aboon the lave. And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I’m downright dizzy wi’ the thought In troth, I’m like to greet.
# The Flowers of the Forest (Fraser)/Somebody

SOMEBODY.
Were I oblig’d to beg my bread, And had not where to lay my head, I’d creep where yonder flocks do feed, And steal a look at somebody:
When I'm laid low, and am at rest, And may be number’d with the blest, Oh! may thy artless, feeling breast, Throb with regard for somebody: Ah! will you drop the pitying tear, And sigh for the lost somebody.
But should I ever live to see That form so much ador’d by me, Then thou’lt reward my constancy, And I’ll be blest with somebody: Then shall my tears be dried by thee, And I’ll be blest with somebody.
# The Flowers of the Forest (Fraser)/Tweeside

TWEEDSIDE.
Whan Maggy and I war acquaint, I carried my noddle fu’ hie; Nae hintwhite on a’ the gay plain, Nae gowdspink sae bonnie as she.
​I whistled, I pip’d, and I sang; I woo’d but I cam nae great speed: Therefore I maun wander abroad, And lay my banes far frae the Tweed,
To Maggy, my love I did tell; My tears did my passion express: Alas! for I loo’d her owre weel, And the women loo sic a man less. Her heart it was frozen and cauld,
Her pride had my ruin decreed; Therefore I maun wander abroad, And last my banes far frae the Tweed
FINIS
# Sons of the Tyne's garland/Flower of the Forest the Old Way

FLOWER of the FOREST the Old Way.
I Have ſeen the ſmiling of Fortune beguiling, I have felt all its Favours and found its Decay Sweet is its Bleſſing, and kind its careſſing, But now it is fled, fled, fled far away.
I have ſeen the Foreſt adorned the foremoſt, With Flowers of the faireſt moſt pleaſant and gay, So bonny their blooming their Scent the Air perfuming, But now they are withered, and gone all away.
I've ſeen the morning with gold the hills adorning, And loud Tempeſt ſtorming before middle day, I have ſeen Tweed's ſilver Streams, ſhining in their ſunny Beams. Grown drummy and dark, as he roll'd on his way.
O fickle Fortune, why thus cruel ſpoiling, Why thus perplexing poor Sons in a Day? No more thy Frowns can fear me, No more thy Smiles can chear me, Since the Flowers of the Foreſt are all wed away.
The
# Sons of the Tyne's garland/The Sons of the Tyne

The Sons of the Tyne's Garland
The Sons of the Tyne.
ATTEND to my ſummons, ye Britiſh Elector 'Tis Freedom announces your inſtant Support No longer your confidence place in Protectors, Who pillage your Rights, and of Laws make a Spot Britannia demands, your Hearts and your Hands, Away to aſiſt her, the cauſe is divine, Come ſee Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne.
'T was Liberty gave us our Commerce and Tresſure She taught us to cultivate Science and Mirth, To patronize Learning and ſocial Pleaſure, To lighten the Heart, and give Jollity birth: Come, come Britons all, 'tis Liberty's call, Away with all ſpeed to her ſacred ſhrine: Come ſee Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne.
with Freedom all Nations we hold in defiance, The Glory of Britain o'er Earth ſhe was hurl'd; An Monrachs deſpotic, now court our alliance, The terror of States, and the pride of the World Long, long on our iſle, may Liberty ſmile, And bleſs us with Brunſwick's illuſtrious Line. Come ſee Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne.
​Be happy ye Fair Ones, whom Freedom has given, The virtue and ſpirit her cauſe maintain, Whoſe Raiment o'er vies with the Mantle of Heaven When Phœbus unclouded, juſt ſtarts from the Main To guard Love and Beauty, we make it our duty, To aid their Felicity, ever combine: Come ſee Daughters of Liberty Greeting with rapture the Sons of the Tyne.
# Sons of the Tyne's garland/The North Country Lass

The North Country Laſs.
THere was a fair Maiden, her Name it was Gillian, Her Manners were Sage, tho' her Carriage was free, You ſcarcely would meet ſuch a Girl in a Million, Her Charms were the Pride of the North Country; All ſhe ſaid, came ſo wittily, She danc'd with ſuch Grace, and ſhe chaunted ſo prettily. No Madames of France, nor Signiora's of Italy, Could cope with this Laſs of the North Country.
Oh Lords, and fine Gentlemen, crowed to woo her, Each begging her moſt humble Servant to be, One brought Coach and Horſes, ſome proffer'd Gold to her Some Cloaths and fine Jewels most Splendid to ſee, But in vain, all their Brav'ry She ſaid flat and plain, that ſhe ſaw thro' their Knav'ry, And rather would ſpend her whole Life-time in slav'ry, Than bring ſuch Diſgrace on the North Country.
going one Day to the Wood with young Roger, To gather ſweet Poſies for he, and for ſhe, Cupid obſerv'd them, a comical Codger, And laid himſelf under a Sycamore Tree, Out he drew, from his Quiver, A Shaft that a Heart made of Marble would ſhiver, He Shot—there was none a poor Maid to deliver, And wounded this Laſs of the North Country.
Young
​ Young Roger determin'd his Mind to diſcover, Saluted fair Gillian ſo Charming and free, Thea begg'd her Conſent in the Strain of a Lover, In chaſte Wedlock Bands, his Bride for to be, She agreed—Vows were plighted. And they with each other, were ſo well delighted That Hymen and Cupid, their Hearts both united, And bleſt the ſweet Laſs of the North Country.
# Sons of the Tyne's garland/Flower of the Forest the New Way

The FLOWER of the FOREST THE New Way.
ADIEU ye Streams that ſmoothly glide, In mazy Windings through the Plain: I'll in ſome lonely Cave reſide, And ever mourn my faithful Swain.
Flower of the Foreſt was my Love, Soft as the ſighing Summer's Gale, Gentle and conſtant as the Dove, Blooming as Roſes in the Vale.
Alas! my Love on Tweed did ſtray, For me he ſearch'd the Banks around; But ah, the ſad, the fatal Dayǃ My Love the Pride of Swains, was drown'd.
Now drops the Willow o'er the Stream; Pale walks the Ghoſt through yonder Grove; Dire Fancy paints him in my Dream: Awake, I pine with hopeleſs Love.
# Sons of the Tyne's garland/The Maiden's Courtſhip

The Maiden's Courtſhip.
YOung Johnny came to pretty Nancy by Night He called her his Jewel his joy and Delight, You promis'd me Marriage this ſix Months ago Young Man will you ſtand to your Promiſe or no.
If I promiſed you Marriage it was a Miſtake, For I am reſolved a wife not to take. For Women are oftentimes given to ſcold, They'll make a man wither'd before he grows old.
She
​She ſays my dear Johnny all are not alike, And if you be willing this bargain to ſtrike, I'll be as kind, Love, as Woman can be And do my Endeavours to labour with thee.
And if my dear Johnny ſhould meet with a Friend, And to the Alehouſe one Sixpence to ſpend I'll never come nigh thee as I am here, Nor never controul what ſays thou my dear.
I've got neither Breeches or Coat for to wear, Beſides Wife and Children it is all my fear; Therefore this folly I'd have you refrain, For I am not able a Charge to maintain.
She ſaid my dear Johnny I've got a fine thing, With forty good Shillings beſides a gold Ring; And if you'll be willing this Match to promote, I'll make thee a pair of Breeches of my old Peticoat.
He ſaid my dear Nancy ſince you ſay ſo, I pray thee my dear to Church let us go; O then to the Church they both did repair, In joy peace and plenty they live as we hear.
# Sons of the Tyne's garland/Wilkes's Riggle

WILKES's Riggle.
LAST Week I rambl'd to the Strand, To have a roling ſhine O, A Damſel then did ſieze my Hand, All dreſs'd ſo neat and fine O; My Hand ſhe preſs’d my Lips ſhe kiſs’d, So cunningly did wheedle, My Dear, ſaid ſhe, come go with me, And I'll give you Wilkes's Riggle.
Then
​Then ſhe took me up to the Ken, And I called for a Bottle, Her Miſtreſs quickly brought it in, I made the Glaſſes rattle, I flaſh'd my clay and ſo Moll fly, Did ſmile and tip the Giggle I'm ſure I can pleaſe any Man, With Wilkes's pleaſant Riggle.
My Girl and I then fell to work, We rowl'd it both together And at every move and every jerk She call'd out Wilkes for ever: See here's a Skin that's found within You ſee I want no Doctor, Then tipt the giggle with Wilkes's riggle And hollowed out no Proctor.
Of all the riggles then ſaid I, I ne'er know ſuch another, My dear, ſaid ſhe, we'll come to it again, As ſoon as you do recover: With all my Heart I will not ſtart, Said I, I've no objection, Then with each ſhove ſhe cry'd my Love Wilkes, and a free Election.
Then
​Then gently down ſhe put one Hand, The t'other o'er my Shoulders, Now Liberty, he ſoon ſhall ſtand And I'll back with him two Freeholders. For I the County am you know And you do well content me, Therefore be true, for none but you, Shall ever repreſent me.
There's many Riggles as I have heard, Some people ſay there's twenty; There's Moggy's Riggle, and Boots its true Three Million Riggles is dainty, But Wilkes's Riggle does beat them all The motion is ſo clever, For it makes your Eye ſquint with ſurpriſe So Wilkes's Riggle for ever.
FINIS.
# O tell me the way for to woo

O tell me the way for to Woo.
The Flowers of the Forest.
A LASSIE FAIR.
DAINTIE DAVIE.
MY KIMMER AND I.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1821.
* Oh Tell Me How for to Woo
* The Flowers of the Forest
* A Lassie Fair
* Daintie Davie
* My Kimmer and I
* Hope Told a Flattering Tale
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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