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# Waiting

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## Poems

* "Waiting", a poem by Alice J. Green Barker
* "Waiting", a poem by Carrie L. Brown
* "Waiting", a poem by John Burroughs
* "Waiting", a poem by Hattie Howard
* "Waiting," a poem by Itō Sachio
* "Waiting", a poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
* "Waiting", a poem by Francis Ledwidge
* "Waiting", a poem by Edith Willis Linn
* "Waiting", a poem by Louise Chandler Moulton
* "Waiting", a poem by Mary Hunt McCaleb Odom
* "Waiting", a poem by John Cowper Powys
* "Waiting", a poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
* "Waiting", a poem by Antoinette Quinby Scudder
* "Waiting", a poem by Agnes Louisa Storrie
* "Waiting", a poem by Frances Fuller Victor
* "The Waiting", a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier

## Other

* "Waiting" by A. E. J. in Littell's Living Age, 128 (1650)
* "Waiting," an essay by Agnes Repplier
# Etching

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* "Etching," in Encyclopædia Britannica (11th ed., 1911)
* "Etching", a poem by William Ernest Henley
# Haughs of Crumdel (2)/The Haughs Of Crumdel

THE HAUGHS OF CRUMDEL.
As I came in by Auchendown, A very wee bit frae tho town, Unto the Highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel.
CHORUS.
Sing tanteradel, tanteradel, Unto the Highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel.
I met a man in tartan trews, I spier'd at him what was tho news, Says he, the Highland army rues That e'er they came to Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
Lord Livingston rode from Inverness, Our Highland lads for to distress; And has put us a' in a sad mess, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
​The English General he did say, We'll give the Highland lads fair play; We'll sound our trumpets, and give huzza, And waken them at Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
Says Livingston, I hold it best To catch them lurking in their nest; The Highlaud lads we will distress, And hough them down at Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
So they were in their beds, sir, every one, When the English army on them came, And a bloody battle soon began, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
The English horse they were so rude, They bath'd their hoofs in Highland blood, Our noble clans they firmly stood, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
But our noble clans they could not stay, Out over the hills they ran away, And sore they do lament the day That ever they came to Crumdel.
Sing. &c.
Says great Montrose, I must not stay, Wilt thou direct the nearest way, Over the hills I'll go this day, And see the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
​Alas my lord, you are not strong, You have scarcely got two thousand men, There's twenty thousand on the plain, Lies rank and file in Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
Says great Montrose, I will not stay, So direct me to the nearest way, For over the hills I'll go this day, And see the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
They were at dinner every man, When great Montrose upon them came, And a second battle soon began Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
The Grants, M'Kenzies, and M'Kay, As soon as Montrose they did espy, Thoy stood and fought most manfully, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel
Sing, &c.
The M'Donalds they return'd again, The Camerons did their standard join, M'Intoshes play'd a bonny game Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
The M'Phersons fought like lions bold, M'Gregors none could them control, M'Laughlans fought like valiant souls Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
​M'Leans, M'Dougels, and M'Neil, So boldly as they took the field, And made their enemies to yield Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
The Gordons boldly did advance, The Frazers fought with sword and lance, The Grahams made their heads to dance Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
The royal Stewarts and Munroes, So boldly as they faced their foes, And brought them down by hand blows, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
Out of twenty thousand Englishmen, Five hundred fled to Aberdeen, The rest of them they all lay slain Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.
Sing, &c.
# Haughs of Crumdel (2)/You'll Find No Change In Me

YOU'LL FIND NO CHANGE IN ME.
O, when I was a younker, A maid would marry me, And often-times I drunk her, In toasts of three times three. ​She said, were I extravagant, She never could agree; Do you take me for a vagabond? You'll find no change in me, You'll find no change in me.
So quickly we got married, As many mad folks do; And the priest swore we were only one, Though I swore we were two. He talk'd about living happily, And then he ask'd his fee; Kind man, said I, be not absurd, You'll find no change in me; You'll find no change in me.
A month had scarcely wander'd past, When my poor Sue did die, And no one ever wept so fast, Or sadly as did I. The Undertaker did the rest, With him I did agree; And he and all have since confess'd, They found no change in me; They found no change in me.
# Haughs of Crumdel (2)/The Charming Widow

THE CHARMING WIDOW.
I'm a charming widow now, In age just twenty-two, And being rid of my former vow, New lovers come here to woo. ​There's many a one with flattering tongue, Of high and of low degree; But he that is both merry and young Is the brisk young man for me.
There's, &c.
Last time I wed a husband old, About fourscore or more; But then his purse was lin'd with gold, Which woman-kind adore. He's dead and gone to his narrow home, So then let him quiet be; And now my heart is free to roam, So a brisk young man for me.
There's, &c.
# Haughs of Crumdel (2)/I've Dreamt That Thou Art Fading

I'VE DREAMT THAT THOU ART FADING.
I've dreamt that thou art fading, If thou'rt fading, love, for me——— O resume thy early beauty, For I am not false to thee. The feelings that pervade thee, May have touch'd this heart as sore; Yet thy charms have ever bade me Behold thee, and adore.
I've mov'd among the many Who were beautiful and gay, And since last mine eyes beheld thee, I have wander'd far away. ​Yet among each joyous circle, O my heart return'd to thee——— All was cheerless, all was sunless, For thou wert not there with me.
# Haughs of Crumdel (2)/Love And Our Ocean Home

LOVE, AND OUR OCEAN HOME.
Our home is amid the sea, Where the billows roll proudly and dark: Our course and our thoughts are free, are free As the breezes that waft our bark; And while, with the best of the brave, On our pathless domain we roam, The song that swells far on tho wave, Is “Love, and our ocean home."
"Tis night in our sea-girt isle, And gaily the goblet goes round, But soon merry morn shall smile, shall smile, And away to battle we bound. And when from tho deeds of our fame We dance o'er the crested foam, Our fondest song, and our proudest theme, Is "Love, and our ocean home."
# The Haughs of Crumdel

* "The Haughs of Crumdel", in The Haughs of Crumdel (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Haughs Of Crumdel", in The Haughs Of Crumdel (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow (different from the preceding one)
* "The Haughs of Crumdel", in Three Scotch songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Haughs of Crumdel", in Van Dieman's Land (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# Van Dieman's Land/Van Dieman's Land

SONGS
Van Dieman's Land.
Come all you gallant poachers, that ramble void of care,
That walk out on a moonlight night with your dog. gun and snare, The hare and lofty pheasant you have at your command, Not thinking of your last career upon Van Dieman's Land
Poor Thomas Brown from Nottingham Jack Williams and poor Joe, Were three determin d poachers as the country well doth know. At night they were trepann'd by the keepers hid in sand, and for fourteen years transported were upon Van Dieman's Land.
The first day that we landed upon the fatal ⟨shore⟩, The planters came around us—there might be ⟨twenty⟩ score;——— ​They rank'd us up like horses and sold us out of hand. They yolk'd us to ploughs my boys, to plough Van Dieman's Land.
The cottages we live in are built with clods of clay, and rotten straw for bedding yet we dare not say nay, around our cots a circling fire we slumber when we can, and drive the wolves and tigers oft upon Van Diemans land
Oftimes when I do slumber, I have a pleasant dream, With my sweet girl sitting near me close by a purling stream; Thro' England I've been roaming with her at my command, and wakened broken hearted upon Van Dieman's Land.
God bless our wives and families, likewise that happy shore,
That isle of great contentment, which we may see no more; as for our wretched families, see them we seldom can, There's twenty men for one woman upon Van Dieman's Land.
​There was a girl from Birmingham, Ann Summers was her name, For fourteen years transported, we all well know the same: our planter bought her freedom and married her out of hand— She gave to us good usage upon Van Dieman's Land.
But fourteen years is a long time—that is our fatal doom, For nothing else than poaching—God knows that's we've done : all You would leave offdog gun, snare and poaching every man. If you did but know the hardships upon Van Dieman's Land.
Now if I had ten thousand pounds, laid down all in my hand, I d give it all for liberty; that I could command Again to England I'd return, and be a happy man, and bid adieu to poaching, and to Van Dieman's Land.
# Van Dieman's Land/The Haughs of Crumdel

Haughs of Crumdel.
AS I came in by Auchendown, A little wee bit frae the town, Unto the Highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel.
​Chorus.Sing tanteradel, tanteradel Unto the Highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel!
I met a man in tartan trews, I spear'd at him what was the news? Says he, The Highland army rues That e'er they came to Crumdel. Sing,&c.
Lord Livingston rode fron Inverness, Our Highland Lads for to distress And has brought us a unto disgrace. ⟨Upon⟩ the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing, &c.
The English General he did say, We'll give the Highland Lads fair play, We'll sound our trumpets' and gave huzza, And waken them at Crumdel, Sing, &c.
Says Livingston I hold it best, To catch them lurkiug in their nest, The Highland Lads we will distress, And hough them down at Crumdel. Sing, &c.
So they were in bed, Sir every one. when the English army on them came, And a bloody battle soon began, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing,&c.
​The English horse they were so rude, They bath'd their hooves in Highland blood. Our noble clans most firmly stood. Upon the Haugh of Crumdel. Sing &c
But our noble Clans they could not stay Out over the hills they ran away And sore they do lament the day That ever they came to Crumdel Sing &c
Says great Montrose I must not stay wilt thou direct the nearest way Over the hill I'll go this day And see the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c
Alas my Lord you are not strong You have scarcely got two thou-and men There is twenty thousand on the plain Lies rank and file in Crumdel Sing &c
Says great Montrose I will not stay So direct me to the nearest way, For over the hills I'll go this day And see the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c
They were at dinner every man when great Montrose upon them came And a second battle soon began {em}}Upon the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c
​The Grants, M'Kenzies and M Kay as soon as Montrose they did espy They stood and fought most manfully Upon the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c
The Mc Donalds they returned again The Camerons did their stadard join Mc Intoshes played a bonny game Upon the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c
The Mc Phersons fought like lions bold Mc Gregors none could them controul Mc Laughlans fought like valiant souls Upon the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c
M‘ Leans M‘ Dougals and M‘ Neil So boldly as they took the field And made their enemies to yield, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel, Sing &c,
The Gordons boldly did advance, The Frazers fought with sword and lance, The Grahams made their heads to dance, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel, Sing &c.
The Royal Stewarts and Monroes, So boldly as they faced their foes, And brought them down by handy blows Upon the Haughs of Crumdel, Sing &c
​Out of twenty thousand Englishmen, Five hundred fled to Aberdeen: The rest of them they all lay slain, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel: Sing &c,
# Van Dieman's Land/Leeze me on this drap o' drink

Leeze me on this drap o' drink.
Oh, here we'll rest till morning blink, The feint a care's w'thin our wa'; And leeze me on this drap o' drink, It maks us rank wi princes a'.
The Great aboon of boundless power, Is pleased when we are happy a' He formed us for the social hour——— Then let us live by nature's law
The fool wha dreads a woman's scorn, May pay his groat and slink awa': And he who would not bouse till morn, Is but a gowk wi heart o' snaw.
But here's guid luck to ilka chiel, Wha fills a cup to honour's ca', And he wha wadna wish us weel The deil his sordid saul may claw.
# Van Dieman's Land

Dated from examination of text and style.
Van Dieman's
Land.
To which are added,
The Haughs of Crumdel.
AND
Leeze me on this drap o' Drink.
GLASGOW,
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
* Van Dieman's Land
* The Haughs of Crumdel
* Leeze me on this drap o' drink
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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# Bundle and Go (n.d., Stirling)/Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde

SWEET KITTY O' THE CLYDE.
A Boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream, When winds were rudely blowing, There sat what might the goddess seem, Of the waves beneath her flowing; ​But no! a mortal fair was she, Surpassing a‘ beside; And youths a‘ speer'd her choice to be— Sweet Kitty o‘ the Clyde.
I saw the boatman spread a sail, And while his daftness noting, The boat was upset by the gale, I saw sweet Kitty floating. I plung‘d into the silver wave, Wi‘ Cupid for my guide, And thought my heart weel lost to save, Sweet Kitty o‘ the Clyde.
But Kitty is a high-born fair; A lowly name I carry, Nor can wi' lordly Thanes compare, Who woo'd the maid to marry. But she na scornfu' looks on me, And joy may yet betide, For hope dares flatters mine may be, Sweet Kitt o‘ the Clyde
FINIS.
# Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde

"A Boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream"
* "Kitty of the Clyde", in She's fair an' fause (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde", in The Hallow fair (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde", in Bundle and Go (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
# The Hallow fair (3)/Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde

SWEET KITTY O' THE CLYDE.
A Boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream, When winds were rudely blowing, There sat what might the goddess seem, Of the waves beneath her flowing; But no I a mortal fair was she, Surpassing a' beside; And youths a' speer'd her choice to be-- Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.
I saw the boatman spread a sail, And while his daftness noting, The boat was upset by the gale, I saw sweet Kitty floating: I plung'd into the silver wave, Wi' Cupid for my guide, And thought my heart weel lost to save, Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.
But Kitty is a high-born fair; A lowly name I carry, Nor can wi' lordly Thanes compare, Who woo'd the maid to marry: But she na scornfu' looks on me, And joy may yet betide, For hope dares flatter mine may be, Sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.
# She's fair an' fause/Kitty of the Clyde

Kitty of the Clyde.
A boat danc’d on Clyde's bonny stream, when winds were rudely blowing, There sat wha might the Goddess seem, of the waves, beneath her flowing; But no a mortal fair was she, surpassing a' beside ! And youths a'spear'd her choice to be, sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.
I saw the boatman spread a sail, and while his da(illegible text)ness nothing, The boat was upset by the gale, I saw sweet Kitty floating! I plung'd into the silver wave, wi' Cupid for my guide, And thought my life well to save, sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.
But K ty's aye a high-born fair, a lowly name I carry; ​Nor can wi' lordly Thanes compare, who woo the maid to marry: But she ne'er scornfu' looks on me, and joy may yet betide? For hope dares flatter mine may be, sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.
# Johnny Cope

Hey, Johnnie Cope, are Ye Waking Yet?, also Hey Johnnie Cope, are you awake yet?, Heigh! Johnnie Cowp, are ye wauken yet?, or simply "Johnny Cope" is a Scottish folk song by Adam Skirving that gives an account, from the Jacobite viewpoint, of the Battle of Prestonpans. In the battle, which took place during the Second Jacobite uprising, John Cope was the commander of the government troops, and was defeated in a morning raid by the Jacobites. Warning: template has been deprecated.
* "Johnny Coup", in New garland of choice songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Johnny Coup", in She's fair an' fause (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
# New garland of choice songs/Johnny Coup

JOHNNY COUP.
COUP sent a letter frae Dunbar, Charlie meet me an ye dare, ​And I'll learn you the art o‘ war, if you'll meet wi me in the morning.
Hey Johnny Coup are ye waking yet, Or are your drums a-beating yet, If ye were waking I would wait, To gang to the coals in the morning.
When Charlie look'd the letter upon, He drew his sword the scabbard from, Come follow me my merry merry men, And we‘ll meet Johnny Coup i' the morning. Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Now Johnny be as good as your word, Come let us try baith fire and sword, And dinna rin awa like a frighted bird. That s chac‘d frae its nest i‘ the morning. Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
When Johnny Coup did hear of this, He thought it wadna be amiss To hae a horse in readiness To flee awa i‘ the morning. Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Fy now, Johnny get up and rin, The Highland bagpipes makes a din, It s best to sleep in a hale skin, For ‘twill be a bluidy morning. Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
​When Johnny Coup to Dunbar came, They spier d at him where's a‘ your men? O wow, says Johnny I dinna ken, For I left them a‘ i‘ the morning. Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Now, Johnny, troth ye was nae blate, To come wi' the news o‘ your ain defeat, And leave your men in sic a strait, So early in the morning. Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Alas! quoth Johnny, I got a flag, Wi‘ their claymores and philabegs, If I face them again I'll break my legs; So I wish you a' good morning.
Hey Johnny Coup are ye waking yet, Or are your drums a-beating yet; If ye were waking I would wait, To gang to the coals i‘ the morning.
# She's fair an' fause/Johnny Coup

Johnny Coup.
COUP sent a letter to Dunbar, ⟨Charlet⟩ met me in you dare. ​And I'll learn you the art of war, if you'll meet wi me in the morning.
Hey Johnny Coup are you waken yet, Or are your drums a-beating yet, If ye were waking I would wait, To gang to the coals in the morning.
When Charlie look’d this letter upon, He drew his sword the scabbard from, Come follow me my merry merry men, And we’ll meet Johnny Coup i’ the morning; Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Now Johnny be as good as your word, Come let us try baith fire and sword, And dinna rin awa like a frighted bird, That's chac'd free its nest i' the morning, Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
When Johnny Coup did hear of this, He thought it wadna be amise, To hae a horse in readiness, To flee awa' i' the morning, Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
Fy now Johnny get up and rin, The Highland bagpipes makes a din, It’s best to sleep in a (illegible text)ale skin, For twill be (illegible text) morning. Hey Johnny Coup, &c.
​When Johnny Coup to Dunbar came, They spier’d at him wheres a your men? O wow, says Johnny I diynna ken, For I left them a' i' the morning, Hey Johnny Coup &c.
Now Johnny troth ye was nae blate, To come we news o' your ain defeat And leave your men in sic a strait, So early in the morning. Hey Johnny Coup &c.
Alas! quoth Johnny, I got a fleg, Wi’ their claymores and philabegs If I face them again I'll break my legs; So I wish you a' good morning.
Hey Johnny Coup are ye waking yet, Or are your drums a-beating yet; If ye were waken I would wait, To gang to the coals i' the morning.
# The Melodist/Nobody Coming to Woo

Nobody Coming to Woo.
# Translations on Eastern Europe; Political, Sociological, and Military Affairs

Series published by the United States Joint Publications Research Service from 1968-1979 containing translations of Eastern European periodicals.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it is a work of the United States federal government (see 17 U.S.C. 105).
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# Translations on Eastern Europe; Political, Sociological, and Military Affairs/No. 1476/Assembly Approves New National Anthem

Contains the legal text of the anthem "Trei Culori (Three Colors)" to music by Ciprian Porumbescu
ROMANIA
ASSEMBLY APPROVES NEW NATIONAL ANTHEM
Bucharest SCINTEIA in Romanian 29 Oct 77 p 3 AU
[Text of "Law on the Endorsement of the New State Anthem of the Socialist Republic of Romania," passed by the Grand National Assembly [GNA] at its 28 October session]
[Text] On the basis of Article 119 of the Constitution of the Socialist Republic of Romania, the GNA of the Socialist Republic of Romania passes the present law:
Article 1
The National Anthem of the Socialist Republic of Romania is endorsed.
Article 2
Orchestrations and musical arrangements of the National Anthem of the Socialist Republic of Romania are allowed only with the approval of the state council.
Article 3
The National Anthem of the Socialist Republic of Romania comes into force on the date of adoption of the present law.
Adopted text of the National Anthem of the Socialist Republic of Romania, music by Ciprian Porumbescu.
[Here follows an annotation of the music]
CSO: 2700
# The Rocky Mountain Saints/Chapter 48

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# Street

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## Works

* "The Street", short story by Howard Phillips Lovecraft
* "Streets," in Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition (1875–1889)
* "Streets" (1920), a poem by Iris Tree
* "Streets", a poem by Lewis Alexander, edited by Wallace Henry Thurman