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# Restoring Freedom Of Speech And Ending Federal Censorship

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# Budget of Paradoxes

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### Volume I.

* Introductory
* 1489-1599
* 1600-1649
* 1650-1699
* 1700-1749
* 1750-1799
* 1800-1824
* 1825-1839
* 1840-1847

### Volume II.

* 1847-1849
* 1850-1856
* 1857-1859
* 1860-1862
* 1863
* 1864
* 1865
* Appendix—the ratio of the circumference of a circle to the diameter is incommensurable
# To a Husband

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Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River Are your words in the dark, Beloved.
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# Sprig of shilela, &c./The Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock So Green

THE SPRIG OF SHILELA AND SHAMROCK SO GREEN.
O Love is the saul of a neat Irishman, He loves all the lovely, loves all that he can, With his Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green. His heart is good-humour’d,’tis honest and sound, No malice or hatred is there to be found; He courts and h marries, he drinks and he fights, ’Tis love all forgove for in that he delights, With his Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green.
Who has e’er had the luck to see Denny-brook fair, An Irishman all in his glory is there, With his Sprig, &c. With clothes spick and span new, without e’er a speck, A neat Barcelona tied round his neat neck; He goes to a tent and he spends hi!f-a-crown, He meets with his friend, and for love knocks him down, With his Sprig, &c.
At ev’ning returning, as homeward he goes. His heart soft with whisky, his head soft with blows, From a Sprig, &c. ​He meets with his Shilela, who blushing a smile. Cries, get you gone, Pat, yet consents all the while. To the priest they soon go, and nine months after that, A fine babby cries, how d’ye do, father Pat, With your Sprig, &c.
Bless the country, says I, that gave Patrick his birth, Bless the land of the oak and its neighbouring earth, Where grows the Shilela, &c. May the sons of the Thames, the Tweed, and the Shannon, Drub the foes who dare plant in our confines a cannon, United and happy at loyalty’s shrine, May the Rose and the Thistle long flourish and twine Round the Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green.
# The Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock So Green

"O Love is the Saul of a Neat Irishman"
* "The Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock So Green", in Sprig of shilela, &c. (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Sprig of shilelah", in Sprig of shilelah (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "O Love is the Saul of a Neat Irishman", in The Braes of Balquither (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
# Sprig of shilelah/Sprig of shilelah

The Sprig of Shilela, and Shamrock so green.
O Love is the saul of a neat Irishman, He loves all the lovely, loves' all that he can, With his Sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green. His heart is good-humour'd ’tis honest and sound, No malice or hatred is there to be found: He courts and he marries, he drinks and fights, 'Tis love,all for love, for in that he delights, With his sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green.
Who has e'er had the luck to see Dennv-br fair, An Irishman all in his glory is there, With his Sprig, &c. With clothes spick and span new, without e’er a speck, A neat Barcelona tied round his neat neck ; He goes to a tent and he spends half a-crown He meets with his friend, and for love kn him down, With his Sprig, &c.
​At evening returning, as homeward he goes, His heart soft with whisky, his head soft with blows, From a Sprig, &c. He meets with his Shileah, who blushing a smile Cries get ye gone Pat, yet consents all the while. To the priest they soon go, and nine months after that A fine baby cries, how d’ye do father Pat, With your Sprig, &c.
Bless the country, say I, that gave Patrick his birth, Bless the land of the oak, and its neighbouring earth, Where grows the Shilela, &c. May the sons of the Thames, the Tweed, and the Shannon, Drub the foes that dare land in our confines a' cannon, United and happy at loyalty’s shrine, May the rose and the Thistle long flourish and twine Round the sprig of Shilela and Shamrock so green.
# The Braes of Balquither (1817, Edinburgh)/O Love is the Saul of a Neat Irishman

The Sprig of Shilela, and Shamrock so green.
# Sprig of shilelah

SPRIG OF SHILELAH,
I'll soon hae a Wife o’ my ain,
DOCTOR MONRO.
AND,
THE TEAR.
EDINBURGH.
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
1817.
* Sprig of shilelah
* I'll soon hae a wife o' my ain
* Doctor Monro
* The tear
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# The Holy War

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* The Holy War by Rudyard Kipling
* The Holy War by John Bunyan
# Kate Kearny, with The Answer/The Answer to Kate Kearney

ANSWER
# Kate Kearny, with The Answer/Sandy Far Awa

SANDY FAR AWA.
Tune—Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
# The Braes of Balquither (1817, Edinburgh)/Up in the Morning Early

Up in the Morning early.
# The Canary/All's Well

From the libretto of The English fleet, in 1342 : an historical comic opera, in three acts (c. 1833)
All's Well.Duet.
# All's Well (Dibdin)

From the libretto of The English fleet, in 1342 : an historical comic opera, in three acts (c. 1833)
* "All's Well", in The Canary (1810), a chapbook printed in Paisley
* "All's Well", in The Braes of Balquither (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "All's Well", in The Greenock Railway (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "All's Well", in Highland Laddie (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "All's Well", in Barring o' the Door (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Deserted by the Waning Moon", in Todlen hame (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# The Braes of Balquither (1817, Edinburgh)/All's Well

ALL'S WELL
# The Braes of Balquither (1817, Edinburgh)/The Happy Pair

This is the first stanza only of a longer piece called 'The Happy Marriage'.
THE HAPPY PAIR.
FINIS.
# Kate Kearny, with The Answer/The Tear

THE TEAR.
# The Tear ("On beds of snow the moon-beam slept")

"On beds of snow the moon-beam slept"
* "The tear", in Sprig of shilelah (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Tear", in Kate Kearny, with The Answer (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# Sprig of shilelah/The tear

THE TEAR
On beds of snow the moon beam slept, And chilly was the midnight gloom; When by the damp grave Helen wept; Sweet maid! it was her Linder’s tomb.
A warm tear gush’d, the wintry air Congeal’d it as it flow’d away; All night it lay and ice-drop there; At morn it glitter’d in the ray.
An angel wandering through his sphere; Who saw this bright, this frozen gem; To dew-ey'd Pity brought the tear And fix’d it on her diadem.
FINIS.
# Tear

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* "Tears", a poem by Annie Lanman Angier
* "Tears", a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
* "The Tear", a poem by Lord Byron
* "Tears", a poem by Sophia May Eckley
* "The Tears", a poem by John Cowper Powys
* "The Tear", a poem by Lydia Huntley Sigourney
* "Tears", a poem by Osbert Sitwell
* "Tears", a poem by Edward Thomas
* Tears, by Fyodor Tyutchev
* "Tears", a poem by Walt Whitman
* "The Tear" ("On beds of snow the moon-beam slept"), an unattributed poem
* "Tear," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Lass o' Netherlee

The Lass o’ Netherlee.
[Netherlee is four miles south-west of Glasgow.]
Auld farran' cantie bodie, Cam' ye frae the Netherlee? Auld farran' cantie bodie, Did you there my lassie see?
Kind, an' blythe, an' sweet as onie, Fairer never can ye see; In face an' form my lassie's bonnie, Dimpled love sits in her e'e. Auld farran', &c.
Hair like the mornin's gouden beam, On the tapmaist mountain hie; An' oh! whan dressd in tartan sheen, Beauty's power is ill to dree. Auld farran', &c.
Her lips wad mak' the cherry blush Deeper red—though red it be; An' weel like I the dew to brush Frae her lips sae sweet an' wee. Auld farran', &c. ​But sawna ye the lassie then, Through the wood or owre the lea? Though ye're the wale o' cantiest men, To seek her quickly maun I flee. Fare ye weel then, funnie bodie! Whan ye ca' 't the Netherlee, Spier for me, auld fairan' bodie, Then the lassie dear ye'll see.
# The Lass o' Netherlee

"Kind, an' blythe, an' sweet as onie"
* "The Lass o' Netherlee", in Kate Kearny, with The Answer (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Lass o' Netherlee", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# Kate Kearny, with The Answer/The Lass o' Netherlee

THE LASS O' NETHERLEE.
# The Traveller's Return ("When silent Time, wi' lightly foot")

* "The Traveller's Return", in Kate Kearny, with The Answer (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "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

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* "The Traveller's Return", a poem by Susanna Blamire ("When silent Time, wi' lightly foot")
* "The Traveller's Return", a song by Robert Southey ("Sweet to the early wayfarer")
# Sprig of shilelah/Doctor Monro

DOCTOR MONRO.
DEAR Doctor, be clever, and fling off your beaver, Come bleed me, and blister me, don’t be so slow, I'm sick, I'm exhausted, my schemes they are blasted, And all driven heels o'er-head, Doctor Monro
​Be patient, dear fellow, you foster your fever; Pray what‘s the misfortune that bothers you so? O Doctor; I‘m ruin'd! I'm ruin'd for ever! My lass has forsaken me, Doctor Monro.
I meant to hare married, and tasted the pleasures, The sweets, the enjoyments, in wedlock that flows, But she's ta'en another, and broken my measures, And fairly confounded ane, Doctor Monro.
I'll bleed and I'll blister you, over and over; I'll master your malady ere that I go: But raise up your head from below the bed cover, And give some attention to Doctor Monro.
If Chirsty had wed you, she would have misled you, And laugh'd at your love with some handsome young beau. Her conduct will prove it; but how would you love it? I soon would have lam'd her, dear Doctor Munro.
Each year brings a pretty young son, or a daughter: Perhaps you're the father, but how shall you know? You hugg them—her gallant is bursting with laughter— ​That thought's like to murder me, Doctor Monro.
The boys cost you many a penny and shilling; You breed'them with pleasure, with trouble, and woes But one turns a rake, and another a villain.— My heart could not bear it, dear Doctor Monro.
The lasses are comely, and dear to your bosom; But virtue and beauty has many a foe! O think what may happen, just nipt in their blossom!— Ah! merciful Heaven! cease, Doctor Monro
Dear Doctor, I‘11 thank you to hand me my breeches; I‘m better; I‘ll drink with you ere that you got, I‘ll never more sicken for women or riches. But love my relations and Doctor Monro.
I plainly perceive, were I wedded to Christy, My peace and my pleasures I needs must forego. He still lives a bachelor; drinks when he's thirsty, And sings like a lark, and loves Doctor Monro,
# The New York Times/1929/10/24/Biologist Asserts He Can Remold Man

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BIOLOGIST ASSERTS HE CAN REMOLD MAN
Japanese, Back from Jungle Studies, Tells of Success of Gland Experiments.
REPORTS CHANGING COLOR
Method Will Enable Him to Transform Infant "to Order," Says Former Classmate of Noguchi.
Dr. Yusaburo Noguchi, Japanese biologist and experimental zoologist and head of Noguchi hospital in Beppu, Japan, declared yesterday that after fifteen years of experimentation he had developed a technique for changing racial characteristics of human beings, even to the pigment colourings. He returned on the Munson liner Pan America yesterday from Brazil where he had been studying jungle peoples and working on further tests under a grant from the Japanese government.
Dr. Noguchi, although not related to the late Dr. Hideyo Noguchi who died while working in Africa on yellow fever, was a classmate of his famous compatriot many years ago.
By electrical nutrition and glandular control, Dr. Noguchi said he and his associates believed they could at will change an Indian to a darker color, and with the physical characteristics of a negro, or mold a Japanese so that he would have the same appearance as the Caucasian. The changes have been completed after the proper stimulation of certain gland secretions and the artificial diminution of others, beginning when the patient was a child.
Through an interpreter the biologist made it clear he could soon virtually transform an infant to order, making it tall or short, broad or slender, dark or light.
Not only in the physical side, but in the mental as well, Dr. Noguchi's experiments have proved successful. Underdeveloped children, some with distinct metal deficiencies in childhood have been changed, to grow to normal youth, he declared.
Dr. Noguchi will be in New York a day, then proceed to San Francisco, where he will sail for Japan.
# Four Comic Songs/Washing Day

Washing Day.
# Four Comic Songs/Maggy Lauder

Maggy Lauder.
# Four Comic Songs/Doctor Monro

Doctor Monro.
FINIS.
# Four Comic Songs

There are differences between the titles given on the front page and those at the head of each song; where this is the case, the latter have been used.
FOUR
Comic Songs:
NAMELY,
The Washing Day,
Maggy Lauder,
Hey the bonny Gill Stoups,
Doctor Monro.
FALKIRK:
PRINTED AND SOLD BY T. JOHNSTON.
* Washing Day
* Maggy Lauder
* The Gill Stoups
* Doctor Monro
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# Doctor Monro

"Dear Doctor, be clever, and fling off your beaver"
* "Doctor Monro", in Sprig of shilelah (1817), a chapbook printed in Edinburg
* "Doctor Monro", in Four Comic Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
# Maggy Lauder (n.d., Glasgow)/Maggy Lauder

MAGGIE LAUDER.
Wha wadna be in love
Wi' bonny Maggie Lauder? A piper met her gaun to Fife, And speir'd what was't they ca'd her Right scornfully she answer'd him, Begone, you hallanshaker, Jog on your gate, you bladderskate, My name is Maggie Lauder.
Maggie, quoth he, and by my bags, I’m fidging for to see you; Sit down by me, my bonny bird, In troth I winna steer you; For I'm a piper to my trade, My name is Rab the Ranter', The laases loup as they were daft, When I blew up my chanter.
Piper, quo’ Meg, hae'ye your bags, Or is your drone in order? If you be Rab, I’ve heard of you, Live ye upo’ the border? ​ The lasses a’, baith far and near,
Hae Heard o’ Rab the Ranter; I'll snake my foot wi' right goodwill Gin you’ll blaw up your enanter.
Then to his bags he flew wi‘ speed, About the drone he twisted, Meg up and wallop’d o’er the green, For brawly could she frisk it; Weel done, quoth he; play up. quo’ she; Weel hobb'd, quoth Rab the Ranter, Tis worth my while to play indeed, When I hae sic a dancer.
Weel hae ye play’d your part, quo' Meg, Your cheeks are like the crunson; There’s nane in Scotland plays so weel. Since we lost Habbie Simpson. 've liv’d in Fife baith masel and wife, These ten years and a quarter; Sin ye should come to Anster fair, Speir ye for Maggie Lander.
# Maggy Lauder (n.d., Glasgow)/The Ewe-Bughts

THE EWE-BUGHTS.
Will ye go to the ewe-bughts Marion, And wear in the sheep wi' me? ​ The sun shines sweet, my Marion,
but nae half sae sweet as thee.
The sun, &c.
O' Marion's a bonny lass,
And the blythe blink’s in her ee;
And fain wad I marry my Marion,
Gin Marion wad marry me.
There's gowd in your garters, Marion,
And silk on your white hauss bane;
Fur Fain wad I kiss my Marion,
At een when I come hame.
I've nine milk ewes, my Marion,
A cow and a brawny quey,
I'll gie them a‘ to my Marion,
Just on her bridal day.
And ye’s get a green sey apron,
And waistcoat of London brown,
And vow but ye will be vap‘ring,
Whenever ye gang to town.
I'm young and stout, my Marion;
Nane dances like me on the green,
And gin ye forsake me, Marion,
I'll e‘ea draw up wi Jean;
​Sae put on your pearlins Marion,
And kyrtle of the cramasie! And soon as my chin has nae hair on I shall come west and see thee.
# Maggy Lauder (n.d., Glasgow)/For Lake of Gold

FOR LAKE OF GOLD.
For lake of gold she’s left me, O,
And of all that’s dear bereft me, O, She me forsook, for a great duke. And to endless woe she has left me O. A star and garter has more art, than youth, a true and faithful heart, I o empty titles we must part. And for glitt'ring show she's left me O.
​ No cruel fair shall-ever move
My injured heart again to love; Through distant climates I must rove, Since Jeanie she has left me O. Ye pow'rs above, I to your care Give up my charming lovely fair;
Your choicest blessings be her share, Tho' she's forever left me O.
# Maggy Lauder (n.d., Glasgow)/The Bush Aboon Traquair

THE BUSH A BOON TRAQUAIR.
Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev‘ry swain, I‘ll tell how Peggy grieves me; Though thus I languish and complain, Alas! she ne'er believes me. My vows and sighs, like silent air, Unheeded never move her. At the bonny bush aboon Traquair, ‘Twas there i first did love her.
That day she smil’d and made me glad, No maid seem'd ever kinder; I thought myself the luckiest lad, So sweetly there to find her. I try'd to soothe my amrous flame, In words that l thought tender; If more there pass'd l‘m not to blame, I maent not to offend her.
Yet now she scornful flies the plain. The fields we then frequented; ​ If e'er we meet she shews disdain,
She looks as ne'er acquainted. The bonny hush bloom'd fair in May Its sweets I'll ay remember; Rut now her frowns make it decay. It fades as in December.
Ye rural bow'rs, who, hear my strains Why thus should Preggy grieve me; Oh! make her partner in my pains, Then let her smiles relieve me, If not, my love will turn despair, My passione no more tender; I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair, To lonely wilds I'll wander.
# Maggy Lauder (n.d., Glasgow)/The Soldier's Gratitude

THE SOLDIER’S GRATITUDE.
Whate'er my lot, where’er I roam, By sorrow still opprest; I’ll ne’er forget the peaceful home That gave the wanderer rest. Then ever rove life’s sunny banks, By sweetest flow’rets strew’d; Then may you claim a soldier’s thanks, A soldier’s gratitude.
The peaceful sigh, the balmy tear, That meek-eye'd pity gave. My last sad dying words shall cheer And bless wanderers grave. Then ever rove life's sunny banks, By sweetest flow'rets strewed; ​ Then may you claim a soldier’s thanks,
A soldier’s gratitude.
# Maggy Lauder (n.d., Glasgow)/Banks of Banna

BANKS OF BANNA.
Shepherds, I have lost my love, Have you seen my Anna? Pride of ev’ry shady grove, Upon the banks of Banna, I for her my home forsook, Near yon misty mountain, Left my flock, my pipe, my crock
Greenwood, shade and fountains.
Never shall I see them more Until her returning; All the joys of life are o’er From gladness chang'd to mourning. Whither is my charmer flown? Shepherds tell me whither? Ah woe for me perhaps she’s gone For ever and for ever.
# Banks of Banna ('Shepherds, I have lost my love')

"Shepherds, I have lost my love"
* "Banks of Banna", in Maggy Lauder (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The banks o' Banna", in Tarry woo (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Banks of Banna", in Young Lochinvar (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Banks of Banna", in Young Lochinvar (1828), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Banks of Banna", in Young Lochinvar (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# The Soldier's Gratitude

* "The Soldier's Gratitude", in For a' that and a' that (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Soldier's Gratitude", in Maggy Lauder (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "A soldiers gratitude", in Musical garland (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
# For Lack of Gold

* "For lake of gold", in Down the burn Davie (1823), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "For Lake of Gold", in Maggy Lauder (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "For Lack of Gold", in Six Beautiful Songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Peterhead
* "For Lack of Gold", in The Roving Boy, or, New Deer Prodigal (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Peterhead
# The Bush aboon Traquair

"This was first published in the Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. (...) 'The Bush aboon Traquair,' says Mr. Robert Chambers, a native of the district, 'was a small grove of birches that formerly adorned the west bank of the Quair water, in Peebles-shire, about a mile from Traquair house, the seat of the Earl of Traquair. But only a few spectral-looking remains now denote the spot so long celebrated in the popular poetry of Scotland. Leafless even in summer, and scarcely to be observed upon the bleak hill-side, they form a truly melancholy memorial of what must once have been an object of great pastoral beauty, as well as the scene of many such fond attachments as that delineated in the following verses.'" —Alexander Whitelaw, The Book of Scottish Song (1843)
* "The Bush Aboon Traquair" in Maggy Lauder (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Bush Aboon Traquire", in A Song, on the Grand Illumination in Glasgow (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Bush Aboon Traquire", in Description of Pizzaro (1817), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Bush aboon Traquair" in The Melodist (1818), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The bush aboon Traquair" in Lovely Jean (1820), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Bush aboon Traquair" in Lovley Jean (1820), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The bush aboon Traquair" in Rigs o' barley (1820), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "The Bush aboon Traquair" in The Book of Scottish Song (ed.) by Alexander Whitelaw (1843)
# The Ewe-Bughts

* "The Ewe-Bughts", in Maggy Lauder (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Ewe-Bughts Marion", in The new way of The Soldier's Return (1822), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Ewe-Bughts", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw