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# The Traveller's Return (1)

The Traveller's Return,
The Stranger,
Far-fam'd Rab Burns,
AND
Loch-Erroch Side.
SOLD WHOLESALE BY J. FRASER & CO, PRINTERS, STIRLING.
* The Traveller's Return
* The Stranger
* Farfam'd Rab Burns
* Loch-Erroch Side
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Lament for Burns

"Lang fam'd Rab Burns ilk lassie mourns"
* "Lament for Burns", in The Highland Plaid (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "A New Song in Praise of Burns", in New song in praise of Burns (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Farfam'd Rab Burns", in The Traveller's Return (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# The Traveller's Return (1)/Farfam'd Rab Burns

A NEW SONG
IN PRAISE OF BURNS.
Lang fam’d Rab Burns ilk lassie mourns, Aye since he’s gane awa’, His presence did a’ grief forbid, He cheer’d the lasses a-. Nae mair he’ll chant—wi’ neighbours rant, O’er flowing bowls at e’en, Awa’ he’s gane to his lang hame. And left his Bonny'Jean.
His memory dear will still its cheer, I’ll sing the praise of Burns, Ilk laddie here and lassie dear, Must mingle with the worms. ​Uncertain man’s life’s but a span, How oftimes we’ve seen The fairest flower in Nature’s bower Kill’d in the bud when green.
You nymphs and swains amang the plains. And birds in ilka tree. Ye meadows green and fairy queen, And sailors on the sea, Loud blaw the fame o’ him that’s gane, Reside the lads in urns, Brave Scotia’s boys will still rejoice To hear the name o’ Burns.
Frae morn till night my head grows light To hear the lasses sing, His bonnie sang that nane can bang. It gars my lugs a’ ring; Its bonnie air can banish care By ingle side at e’en; Now cauld’s the heart that ance did smart Frae twa bewitching een.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Loch-Erroch Side

Loch-Erroch Side.
[The tune called "Loch-Erroch Side" is altered from an older air called "I'm ower young to marry yet," (see p. 123.) Loch-Erroch or Ericht is a large lake in Perthshire. The words of the present song are said to be by James Tytler, author of "The bonnie brucket lassie," &c. Tytler was the son of a clergyman at Brechin, and though educated first for the church, and afterwards for the medical profession, he was mainly employed through life in literary and chemical speculations. He died in Massachusetts, North America, in 1805, aged 58. He was commonly called Balloon Tytler, from having been the first in Scotland who ascended in a fire balloon upon the plan of Montgolfier.]
As I cam' by Loch-Erroch side, The lofty hills surveying, The water clear, the heather blooms, Their fragrance sweet conveying, I met, unsought, my lovely maid, I found her like May morning; With graces sweet, and charms so rare, Her person all adorning.
How kind her looks, how blest was I, While in my arms I prest her! And she her wishes scarce conceal'd, As fondly I caress'd her: She said, If that your heart be true, If constantly you'll love me, I heed not care nor fortune's frowns, For nought but death shall move me.
But faithful, loving, true, and kind, For ever thou shalt find me; And of our meeting here so sweet, Loch-Erroch sweet shall mind me. Enraptured then, My lovely lass, I cried, no more we'll tarry! Well leave the fair Loch-Erroch side, For lovers soon should marry.
# Loch-Erroch Side

* "Loch-Erroch Side", in The Traveller's Return (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "As I came by Loch-Erroch side", in Bessy Bell and Mary Gray (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Loch-Erroch Side", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# Bessy Bell and Mary Gray (1816-1820)/As I came by Loch-Erroch side

LOCH ERROCH SIDE.
As I came by Loch-Erroch side, The lofty hills surveying, The water clear, the heather blooms, Their fragrance sweet conveying, I met, unsought, my lovely maid, I found her like May morning; With graces sweet, and charms so rare, Her person all adorning.
​How kind her looks, how blest was I, While in my arms I press'd her! And she her wishes scarce conceal'd, As fondly I caress'd her. She said, If that your heart be true. If constantly you'll love me, I heed not care, nor fortune's frowns, For nought but death shall move me.
But faithful, loving, true, and kind. For ever you shall find me, And of our meeting here so sweet, Loch-Erroch sweet shall mind me. Enraptur'd then, My lovely lass, I cried, no more we'll tarry! We'll leave the fair Loch-Erroch side. For lovers soon should marry.
FINIS.
# The Traveller's Return (1)/Loch-Erroch Side

LOCH ERROCH SIDE.
As I came by Loch-Erroch side, The lofty hills surveying, The water clear, the heather blooms,. Their fragrance sweet conveying ​I met, unsought, my lovely maid, I found her like May morning: With graces sweet, and charms so rare, Her person all adorning.
How kind her looks, how blest was I, While in my arms I press’d her! And she her wishes scarce conceal’d, As fondly I caress’d her. She said, If that your heart be true. If constantly you’ll love me, I heed not care, nor fortune’s frowns. For nought but death shall move me.
But faithful, loving, true, and kind. For ever you shall find me, And of our meeting here so sweet, Loch-Erroch sweet shall mind me. Enraptur’d then, My lovely lass, I cried, no more we’ll tarry! We’ll leave the fair Loch-Erroch side. For lovers soon should marry.
FINIS.
# Bessy Bell and Mary Gray (1816-1820)

Dated from the Scottish Book Trade Index.
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
Broom o' Cowdenknowes,
THE LASSIE O' THE GLEN.
O are ye sleeping, Maggie,
AND
As I came by Loch-Erroch Side.
SOLD WHOLESALE BY J. FRASER & CO.
PRINTERS, STIRLING.
* Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
* Broom o' Cowdenknowes
* The lassie o' the Glen
* O are ye sleeping, Maggie
* As I came by Loch-Erroch side
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Answer to the blue bonnet, &c

The date is estimated. The probable date of printing is given as 1816-1820 in the catalogue of the National Library of Scotland
Answer to the Blue Bonnet,
I HAD A HORSE, &c.
Ans. to the Happy Stranger.
O TAKE ME TO YOUR ARMS,
and
Her twa Een, sae bonny blue.
sold wholesale by j. fraser & co. PRINTES, STIRLING.
* Answer to the Blue Bonnet
* I Had a Horse
* Answer to the Happy Stranger
* The Willow Tree
* I Gaed a Waefu Gate Yestreen
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Nabob

* "The Traveller's Return", in The Traveller's Return (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Nabob", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Traveller's Return (1)/The Traveller's Return

THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN.
Tune-Auld Lang Syne
When silent Time, wi’ lightly foot. Had trod on thirty years, My native land I sought again, Wi’ mony hopes and fears. Wha kens, thought I, if friends I left Will aye continue mine; Or gin I e’er again shall meet The joys I left langsyne.
As I drew near my ancient pile, My heart beat a’ the way; Ilk place I pass’d seem’d yet to speak Of some dear former day; Those days that follow’d me afar. Those happy days of mine; Which made me think the joys at hand Were naething to lang syne.
My ivied tow’rs now met my een, Where minstrels us’d to blaw, Nae friend stept put wi’ open arm's— Nae weel kend face I saw-— Till Donald totter’d to the door, Whom I left in his prime; ​And grat to see the lad come hame He bore about lang syne.
I ran to ilka weel kend place, In hopes to find friends there; I saw where mony a ane had set, I hung on mony a chair; Till soft remembrance threw a veil Across these een o’ mine; I shut the door, and sobb'd aloud, To think on auld langsyne.
A new sprung race o’ motly kind Would now their welcome pay, Wha shudder’d at my gothic wa’s, And wish’d my groves av/ay; ‘Cut down these gloomy trees,’ they cried ‘Lay low yon mournful pine,’— Ah! no; your fathers’ names are there, Memorials o’ lang sync.
To win me frae these waefu’ thoughts, They took me to the town; Where soon, in ilka weel kend face, I miss’d the youthfu’ bloom. At balls they pointed to a nymph, Whom alll declar’d divine; But cure her mother’s blushing face Was fairer far lang syne.
​In vain I sought in music’s sound. To find that magic art. Which oft in Scotland’s ancient lays Has thrill’d thro’ a’ my heart. The sang had mony an artfu’ turn; My ear confess’d ’twas fine— But miss’d the simple melody I listen’d to lang syne.
Ye sons to comrades o’ my youth. Forgive an auld man’s spleen, Wha, midst your gayest scenes, still mourns The days he ance has seen. When time is past, and seasons fled. Your hearts may feel like mine, And aye the sang will maist delight That minds you o’ lang syne.
# Answer to the blue bonnet, &c/I Had a Horse

I HAD A HORSE.
I had a horse, and I had nae mair, I gat it frae my daddie; My purse was light, and my heart was sair, But my wit it was fu' ready.
​So I bethought me on a time, Outwittens o’ my daddie, To fee mysel to a Lawland laird, Wha had a bonnie lady.
I wrote a letter, and thus began: Madam, be not offended: I'm owre the lugs in love wi' you, And I carena though ye kend it: For I get little frae the laird,
And far less frae my daddie; Yet I wad blythely be the man Wad strive to please my lady.
She read my letter, and she leugh; Ye needna been sae blate, man, Ye might hae come to me yoursel, And tald me o' your state, man: Ye might hae come to me yoursel, Outwittens o' onie body, And made John Goukston o' the laird, And kiss'd his bonny lady.
Then she pat siller in my purse; We drank wine in a cogie; She fee'd a man for to rub my horse, And vow but I was vogie! But I ne'er gat sae sair a fleg Since I cam frae my daddie; The laird cam, rap, rap! to the yett, When I was wi' his lady.
​Then she pat me behint a chair, And hap'd me wi' a plaidie; Where I was like to swarf wi' fear, And wish'd me wi' my daddie. The laird gaed out, he saw na me, I staid till I was ready; I promis'd, but I ne'er gaed back To see his bonny lady.
# Amazing Stories/Volume 28
## Number 1

March 1954
Cover art by Clarence Doore
* Death of a Spaceman • Walter M. Miller • short story
* The Double Spy • Dan T. Moore • short story
* Ring Once for Death • Robert Arthur • short story
* The Draw • Jerome Bixby • short story
* Operation Lorelie • William P. Salton • short story
* Keep Out • Fredric Brown • short story
* Sorry, Wrong Dimension • Ross Rocklynne • short story
* Call Him Savage • John Pollard • novelette
* The Cuckoo Clock • Wesley Barefoot • short story
* Appointment at Noon • Eric Frank Russell • short story (© Copyright Renewed: RE0000126745)

## Number 2

May 1954
Cover art by Mel Hunter
* Small Town • Philip K. Dick • short story
* Have It Your Own Way • Richard Wilson • short story
* Window to the West • Vern Fearing • novelette
* Little Tin Soldier • Bill Peters • short story
* Fugitive from Space • Murray Leinster • novella

## Number 3

July 1954
Cover art by Clarence Doore
* Miracle in Manhattan • Bill Peters • novelette
* Breakfast at Twilight • Philip K. Dick • short story
* Command Performance • Robert K. White • short story
* The Squirrels • Gerry Greenstreet • short story
* Pi in the Sky • Philip Weck • short story
* Poison Planet • Sam Merwin • novella

## Number 4

September 1954
Cover art by Ralph Castenir
* The Man Who Unbelieved • Robert Moore Williams • short story
* How Green Was My Lover • Arnold Marmor • short story
* Double or Something • Milton Lesser • novelette
* The Naked People • Winston Marks • short story
* ...And Throw Away the Key • Win Kinney • novelette
* No Star Is Safe • P. F. Costello • novelette

## Number 5

November 1954
Cover art by William Rembach
* Sell It to Satan • Milton Lesser • short story
* Never Let the Left Hand... • W. Nicholas Earl • short story
* Battleground • William Morrison • short story
* Two's a Crowd • John Toland • short story
* Blessed Are the Murderous • Ivar Jorgensen • novelette
* Grandma Goes to Mars • Robert Bloch • short story
* Lorelei of Chaos • Russ Winterbotham • short story
* The Revenge of Edwin Mudd • John Jakes • short story
* The Gone Dogs • Frank Herbert • novelette
# The Book of Scottish Song/I had a horse

I had a horse.
[Printed in the second edition of David Herd's collection, 1776. Burns says that the song is founded on fact. A John Hunter, the son of a farmer in Galston parish, Ayrshire, was the hero of the story.]
I had a horse, and I had nae mair, I gat him frae my daddy, My purse was light, and my heart was sair, But my wit it was fu' ready. And sae I thought me on a time, Outwittens of my daddy, To fee mysel' to a lowland laird, Wha had a bonnie lady.
I wrote a letter, and thus began: Madam, be not offended, I'm o'er the lugs in love wi' you, And care not though ye kend it: For I get little frae the laird, And far less frae my daddy, And I wad blythely be the man, Wad strive to please his lady.
She read the letter and she leugh, Ye needna been sae blate, man, You might ha'e come to me yoursel', And tauld me o' your state, man: Ye might ha'e come to me yoursel', Outwittens of ony body, And made John Goukstone of the laird, And kiss'd his bonnie lady.
Then she pat siller in my purse; We drank wine out o' a cogie, She fee'd a man to rub my horse, And wow but I was vogie! But I gat ne'er sae sair a fleg, Since I came frae my daddy, The laird came rap, rap to the yett, When I was wi' his lady.
Then she put me behint a chair, And hap'd me wi' a plaidie, But I was like to swarf wi' fear, And wish'd me wi' my daddy. The laird gaed out, he saw na me, I gaed when I was ready: I promised, but I ne'er gaed back, To see his bonnie lady.
# The calm dewy morning/I had a horse I had nae mair

I HAD A HORSE
I had a horse, I had nae mair, I got him frae my daddie; ​My purse was light, my heart was sair, But my wit it was fu ready.
So I bethought me on a time, Outwitness o’ my daddy, To fee himsel’ to a Lawland Laird, Wha had a bonny lady.
I wrote a letter, and thus began; “Madam, be not offended; “I’m o’er the lugs in love wi’ you, “And I care na thongh ye ken’d it.
"Ye might hae come to me soulsel’, ‘Outwittens o’ ony body, “And made the Goughstsun o’ the laird, “And kiss’d the bonny lady."
Then she pat siller in nay purse. We drank wine in a coggie: She feed a man to rub my horse, And vow but I was vogie.
For I get little frae the laird, “And far less frae my daddy; “Yet I wad blythely be the man,
"Wad strive to please my laddy."
​She read the letter, and she leugh, "Ye needna been sae blate, man; "Ye might hae come to me yoursel', "And tauld me a you state, man.
But I ne'er gat sae sair a fleg Since I came frae my daddie: The laird cam rap rap to the yeti, When I was wi' his lady!
Then she pat me behind a chair. And happ'd me wi' a plaidy: But, I was like to swarf wi' fear, And wish'd me wi' my daddy.
The laird gaed out, he saw na me, I staid till I was ready: I promis'd, but I ne'er gaed back To see his bonny lady.
# I had a horse (1820)/I had a horse

I HAD A HORSE.
I Had a horse, and I had nae mair, I gat him frae my daddy, My purse was light, and my heart was sair, But my wit it was fu' ready. And sae I thought me on a time, Outwittens o' my daddy. To see myself to a lawland laird, Wha had a bonny lady.
I wrote a letter, and thus began, "Madam, be not offended, "I'm o'er the Iugs in love wi' you, "And carena though ye kend it; "For I get little frae the laird, "and far less frae my daddy, "And I would blithely be the man, "Wad strive to please my lady.
She read the letter, and she leugh, Ye needna been sae blate man, You might hae come to me your el', And tald me o' your state man, You might have come to me yoursel, Outwittens of ony body, And made John Goukstone o' the laird, And kiss'd his bonny lady,
​Then she put siller in my purse, We drank wine in a cegie She see'd a man to rub mp horse, And wow but I was vogie. But I gat ne'er sae sair a fleg, Since I came frae my daddy, The laird came rap rap to the yet, When I was wi' his lady.
Then she pat me behind a chair And happ'd me wi' a plaidie, But I was like to swarf with fear, And wish'd me wi' my daddy. The laird gaed out he saw na me, I gaed when I was ready, I promis'd but I ne'er gaed back, To see his bonny lady.
# The calm dewy morning

The probable date of printing is listed as 1815-1825 in the catalogue of the National Library of Scotland.
The calm dewy morning
To which are added,
Gloomy winter.
Bundle and go.
I had a horse I had nae mair.
O send Lewie Gordon hame.
EDINBURGH: Printed for the Booksellers in Town and Country.
* The calm dewy morning
* Gloomy winter
* Bundle and go
* I had a horse I had nae mair
* Oh send Lewie Gordon hame
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# I had a horse (1820)

I HAD A HORSE.
to which are added,
The Soldier's return.
BONNY DUNDEE.
CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN.
Lassie wi' the lint-white
locks,
THE DAY RETURNS.
EDINBURGH.
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1820.
* I had a Horse
* The Soldier's Return
* Bonny Dundee
* Cauld kail in Aberdeen
* Lassie wi' the lint-white Locks
* The Day Returns
* Plaid Amang the Heather
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# I had a horse (1815-1825)

I HAD A HORSE.
And sae will we yet.
The slumb'ring Maid.
Deeply, deeply drink of Wine.
Saw ye my father.
Glasgow—Printed for the Booksellers.
* I had a horse
* And sae will we yet
* The slumb'ring maid
* Deeply, deeply drink of wine
* Saw ye my father
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# I had a horse (1815-1825)/And sae will we yet

AND SAE WILL WE YET,
Sit ye down here my cronies, and gie me your crack, Let the win' tak' the care o' this life on his back, ​Our hearts to despondency we never will submit, For we've aye been provided for, and sae will we yet. And sae will we yet, &c.
Let the miser delight in the hoarding of pelf, Since he has not the saul to enjoy it himself, Since the bounty of Providence is new every day As we journey through life, let us live by the way. Let us live by the way, &c.
Then bring us a tankard o' nappy guid ale, For to comfort our hearts and enliven the tale; We'll keener feel the social glow the langer we sit, For we've drank thegither monie a time, and sae will we yet. And sae will we yet, &c.
Success to the farmer, and prosper his plough Rewarding his eident toils a' the year through Our seedtime and harvest we ever will get, For we've lippened aye to Providence, and sae will yet. And sae will we yet, &c.
​Long live the king, and happy may he be, And success to his forces by land and by sea. His enemies to triumph we ne'er will permit, Britons ay have been victorious, and sae will they yet. And sae will they yet, &c.
Let the glass keep its course, and go merrily roun', For the sun has to rise, tho' the moon it goes down; Till the house be rinnn roun' about 'tis time eneugh flit, When we fell we ay got up again, and sae will we yet And sae will we yet, &c.
# Amazing Stories/Volume 11
## Number 1

February 1937
Cover art by Leo Morey
* The Planet of Perpetual Night • John Edwards • novella
* Prometheus • Arthur K. Barnes • novelette
* By Jove! [Part 1 of 3] • Walter Rose • novel
* Denitro • Stanton A. Coblentz • short story
* The Last Neanderthal Man • Isaac R. Nathanson • novelette

## Number 2

April 1937
Cover art by Leo Morey
* Twin Worlds [Professor Jameson] • Neil R. Jones • novella
* "By Jove!" [Part 2 of 3] • Walter Rose • novel
* The Chemical Murder • Eando Binder • novelette
* Shifting Seas • Stanley G. Weinbaum • novelette

## Number 3

June 1937
Cover art by Leo Morey
* Murder by Atom [Donald Millstein] • Joseph Wm. Skidmore • novella
* The Company or the Weather • Miles J. Breuer • vignette
* By Jove! [Part 3 of 3] • Walter Rose • novel
* The Crystalline Salvation [Bell & Pearson] • George H. Scheer • novelette
* Crawling Terrors • Edmund Schueler • short story

## Number 4

August 1937
Cover art by Leo Morey
* Death in the Stratosphere • Henry J. Kostkos • novelette
* The Fireless Age [Part 1 of 2] • David H. Keller • novella
* Daughter of Luna • J. Lewis Burtt • short story
* Ants • Stanton A. Coblentz • poem (© Copyright Renewed: reprinted from renewed New York Times)
* Cupid of the Laboratory • William Lemkin • novella
* Antares Tryst • Richard Tooker • novelette

## Number 5

October 1937
Cover art by Leo Morey
* When Atlantis Was [Part 1 of 2] • H. F. Arnold • novella
* The Fireless Age [Part 2 of 2] • David H. Keller • novella
* The Last Ice • George H. Scheer • novelette
* "On the Planet Fragment" [Professor Jameson] • Neil R. Jones • novella
* Elegy to a Dead Satellite: Luna • Elton Andrews • poem

## Number 6

December 1937
Cover art by Leo Morey
* The Myriad • Harold S. Sykes • novelette
* When Atlantis Was [Part 2 of 2] • H. F. Arnold • novella
* Zagribud [Part 1 of 3; Elnek Jelfel] • John Russell Fearn • novel
* Landscapes of Luna • Bob Olsen • poem
* The Radium Doom • Milton R. Peril • novelette
* Blue Beam of Pestilence • Eando Binder • novelette
# I had a horse (1815-1825)/I had a horse

I HAD A HORSE.
I had a horse, and I had nae mair, I gat him frae my daddie, My purse was light, and my heart was sair, But my wit it was fu' ready. And sae I thought me on a time, Outwitens o' my daddie, To fee mysel' to a lowland laird, Wha had a bonnie lady.
I wrote a letter, and thus began; Madam be not offended, I'm o'er the lugs in love wi' you, And care na' though you kend it; For I get little frae the laird, And far less frae my daddy, And I wad blythely be the man, Wad strive to please his lady.
She read the letter and she leugh, Ye needna been sae blate, man, You might hae come to me yoursel', ​And tauld me o' your state man;
You might hae come to me yoursel', Outwittens o' ony body, And made John Goukstoan o' the laird, And kiss'd his bonny lady.
Then she pat siller in my purse, We drank wine out o' a' coggie, She fee'd a man to rub my horse, And vow but I was vogie, But I gat ne'er sae sair a fleg, Since I cam frae my daddy, The laird cam rap, rap to the yett, When I was wi' his lady.
Then she put me behint a chair, And hap'd me we a plaidie, But I was like to swarf wi' fear, And wish'd me wi' my daddy The laird gaed out, he saw na me; I gaed when I was ready: I promis'd, but I ne'er gaed back, To see his bonnie lady.