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# Hunting Song (Dunbar)

* "Hunting Song", published in Poems of Cabin and Field (1899)
* "Hunting Song", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
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# Poems of cabin and field/Hunting Song

Hunting Song
# The Book of American Negro Poetry/A Death Song

A DEATH SONG
Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass,
Whah de branch'll go a-singin' as it pass
An' w'en I's a-layin' low,
I kin hyeah it as it go
Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res' at las'."
Lay me nigh to whah hit meks a little pool,
An' de watah stan's so quiet lak an' cool,
Whah de little birds in spring,
Ust to come an' drink an' sing,
An' de chillen waded on dey way to school.
Let me settle w'en my shouldahs draps dey load
Nigh enough to hyeah de noises in de road;
Fu' I t'ink de las' long res'
Gwine to soothe my sperrit bes'
If I's layin' 'mong de t'ings I's allus knowed.
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# The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar/A Death Song

Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass, Whah de branch 'll go a-singin' as it pass.  An' w'en I's a-layin' low,  I kin hyeah it as it go Singin', "Sleep, my honey, tek yo' res' at las'."
Lay me nigh to whah hit meks a little pool, An' de watah stan's so quiet lak an' cool,  Whah de little birds in spring,  Ust to come an' drink an' sing, An' de chillen waded on dey way to school.
Let me settle w'en my shouldahs draps dey load Nigh enough to hyeah de noises in de road;  Fu' I t'ink de las' long res'  Gwine to soothe my sperrit bes' Ef I's layin' 'mong de t'ings I's allus knowed.
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# When de Co'n Pone's Hot

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* "When de Co'n Pone's Hot", published in Majors and Minors (1895)
* "When de Co'n Pone's Hot", published in Lyrics of Lowly Life (1896)
* "When de Co'n Pone's Hot", published in The Complete Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar (1913)
* "When de Co'n Pone's Hot", published in The Book of American Negro Poetry (1922)
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# The Man who knew too much

US edition 1922
"I SHALL WANT YOUR HELP, THERE'S SOMETHING PRETTY BAD OUT ON THE LINKS"
THE MAN
WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
By
Gilbert K. Chesterton
With Illustrations by
W. HATHERELL, R.I.
Harper & Brothers Publishers
New York and London
MCMXXII
THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
Copyright, 1922
By Harper & Brothers Printed in the U. S. A.
CONTENTS
The Man Who Knew Too Much:
The Trees of Pride:
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# The Man Who Knew Too Much

"I SHALL WANT YOUR HELP, THERE'S SOMETHING PRETTY BAD OUT ON THE LINKS"
THE MAN
WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
By
Gilbert K. Chesterton
With Illustrations by
W. HATHERELL, R.I.
Harper & Brothers Publishers
New York and London
MCMXXII
THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
Copyright, 1922
By Harper & Brothers Printed in the U. S. A.
CONTENTS
The Man Who Knew Too Much:
The Trees of Pride:
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# The Book of Scottish Song/Kate o' Gowrie

Kate o’ Gowrie.
[This originally appeared in a small collection of poetry, published by Brash and Reid, Glasgow, about the end of the last century. The author was William Reid, of that firm.—Tune, "Loch-erroch side."]
When Katie was scarce out nineteen, O but she had twa coal-black een; A bonnier lass ye wadna seen, In a' the Carse o' Gowrie. Quite tired o' livin' a' his lane, Pate did to her his love explain, And swore he'd be, were she his ain, The happiest lad in Gowrie.
Quo' she, I winna marry thee For a' the gear that ye can gi'e: Nor will I gang a step ajie, For a' the gowd in Gowrie. My father will gi'e me twa kye; My mother's gaun some yarn to dye; I'll get a gown just like the sky, Gif I'll no gang to Gowrie.
Oh, my dear Katie, say na sae; Ye little ken a heart that's wae; Hae! there's my hand; hear me, I pray, Sin' thou'll no gang to Gowrie. Since first I met thee at the sheil, My saul to thee's been true and leal; The darkest night I fear nae deil, Warlock, or witch, in Gowrie. ​I fear nae want o' claes, nor nocht; Sic silly things my mind ne'er taught. I dream a' nicht, and start about, And wish for thee in Gowrie. I lo'e thee better, Kate, my dear, Than a' my riggs and out-gaun gear; Sit down by me till ance I swear, Thou'rt worth the Carse o' Gowrie.
Syne on her mouth sweet kisses laid, Till blushes a' her cheeks o'erspread; She sighed, and in soft whispers said, O Pate, tak' me to Gowrie! Quo' he, let's to the auld fouk gang; Say what they like, I'll bide their bang, And bide a' nicht, though beds be thrang, But I'll hae thee to Gowrie.
The auld fouk syne baith gied consent: The priest was ca'd: a' were content; And Katie never did repent That she gaed hame to Gowrie. For routh o' bonnie bairns had she; Mair strappin' lads ye wadna see; And her braw lasses bore the gree Frae a' the rest o' Gowrie.
# Wha the deil hae we got for a king?/Kate o' Gowrie

KATE O' GOWRIE.
# The Exciseman (Stirling)

THE EXCISEMAN,
Go where Glory waits thee,
KATE o' GOWRIE,
The Orphan,
THE MAID OF LODI.
SOLD WHOLESALE BY J. FRASER & CO. PRINTERS, STIRLING.
* The Exciseman
* Go Where Glory Waits Thee
* Kate o' Gowrie
* The Orphan
* The Maid of Lodi
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# The Exciseman (Stirling)/Kate o' Gowrie

KATE O' GOWRIE.
# Kate o' Gowrie

* "Kate o' Gowrie", in The Exciseman (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Kate o' Gowrie", in Wha the deil hae we got for a king? (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Kate O' Gowrie", in For a' that and a' that (1818), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Kate o' Gowrie", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# The Exciseman (Stirling)/The Exciseman

THE EXCISEMAN.
# Mary of Glenkilloch (1817, Falkirk)

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. One of the songs is not listed on the title page.
MARY
Of Glenkilloch.
to which is added
Ye Mariners of Britain,
This no mine ain Houſe,
My Jocky’s far awa’,
and
The King’s Anthem.
Falkirk—Printed by T. Johnston. 1817.
* Mary of Glenkilloch
* Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie
* Ye Mariners of Britain
* This Is No Mine Ain House
* My Jocky's Far Awa'
* The King's Anthem
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# The Mariners of Britain

* "Ye Mariners of Britain", in Mary of Glenkilloch (1817), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The Mariners of Britain", in The Musical Charmer (1819), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "The mariners of Britain", in Five old songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
# This is no my ain house

* "This Is No Mine Ain House", in Mary of Glenkilloch (1817), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "This is no my ain house", in Blue e'ed Mary (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "This is no my ain house", in Five old songs (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "This is no mine ain house", in The Book of Scottish Song (1843), edited by Alexander Whitelaw
# Mary of Glenkilloch (1817, Falkirk)/Mary of Glenkilloch

MARY OF GLENKILLOCH.
Will ye go to Glenkilloch, Mary, where the burnie fa’s owre the linn? Its murmurs are dearer to me, Mary, when borne on the saft breathing win’, The sun ſheds his beams, my Mary, on the white blossom’d Hawthorn tree, But his beams are nought to me, Mary, compar’d with thy love-glancing e’e.
The woodlark sings sweet, my Mary, at eve, in the green leafy grove; But his strains are still sweeter, my Mary when with thee I joyfully rove. Haste then to the glen, my Mary, ere summer frae us will be gane: O say that thou lovest me, Mary,
# Mary of Glenkilloch (1817, Falkirk)/Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie

ARE YE SLEEPIN’ MAGGIE.
O are ye sleepin’ Maggie? O are ye sleepin’ Maggie? Let me in, for loud the linn Is roarin’ o’er the warlock craigie.
​Mirk an’ rainy is the night, ne’er a starn keeks thro’ the carry, Lightnings gleam athwart the lift, an’ winds drive wi’ winter’s fury.
Fearfu’ soughs the boor-tree bank, the rifted wood roars wild an’ dreary! Loud the iron yate does clank, an’ cry o’ howlets maks me eerie.
Aboon my breath I daurna ſpeak, for fear I rouse your waukriſe daddy; Canld’s the blast upon my cheek, O rise, rise my bonny laddy.
She op’d the door, she lot me in, I cuist aside my dreepin’ plaidie; Blaw your warst ye win’s an’ rain, since Maggie now I’m in aside ye.
Now since ye’re wauken Maggie, Now since ye’re wauken Maggie, What care I for howlets cry. For boor-tree bank, or warloch craigie.
# Mary of Glenkilloch (1817, Falkirk)/Ye Mariners of Britain

THE MARINERS OF BRITAIN.
Ye Mariners of Britain, That guard our natives ſeas, Whoſe flag has brav’d a thouſand years the battle and the breeze, Your glorious Standard launch again, to match another foe, And ſweep thro’ the deep, while the stormy tempests blow. While the battle rages long and loud. And the stormy tempests blow.
The ſpirit of your fathers Shall start from ev’ry wave, For the deck it was their field of fame, the ocean was their grave; Where Blake the boast of freedom fought, your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep o’er the deep while the stormy tempests blow. While the battle rages, &c.
Britannia nseds no bulwark, no tow’r along the steep; Her march is o’er the mountain-wave, her home is on the deep: ​With thunder from her native oak, she quells the floods below, Like the roar on the shore, when the stormy tempests blow.
The meteor flag of Britain, shall yet terrific burn! Till danger’s troubled night depart, and the star of peace return; Then, then ye ocean-warriors, our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, when the trumpets ceaſe to blow. When the fiery fight is heard no more,
# Mary of Glenkilloch (1817, Falkirk)/This Is No Mine Ain House

THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.
O this is no mine ain house, I ken by the rigging o’t; Since wi’ my love I’ve chang’d vows, I dinna like the bigging o’t: For now that I’m young Roble’s bride, And mistress of his fire-side. Mine ain house I like to guide, And please me wi’ the trigging o’t.
​Then fareweel to my father’s house, I gang where love invites me; The strictest duty this allows, when love with honour meets me. When Hymen moulds us into ane, My Robie’s nearer than my kin. And to refuse him were a sin, Sae lang’s he kindly treats me.
When I am in mine ain house, true love shall be at hand ay, To make me still a prudent spouse, and let my man command ay; Avoiding ilka cause of strife, The common pest of married life, That makes ane weary of his wife, Breaks the kindly band ay.
# Mary of Glenkilloch (1817, Falkirk)/My Jocky's Far Awa'

MY JOCKY’s FAR AWA’.
Now simmer decks the fields wi’ flow’rs, the trees wi’ leaves ſae green, And little birds around their bow’rs in harmony convene: ​The cukoo flies frae tree to tree, while safe the zephyrs blaw;
But what are a’ thae joys to me when Jocky’s far awa’?
chorus.
My Jocky’s far awa’ ⟨on⟩ ſea, my Jocky’s far awa’; But what are a’ thae joys to me, when Jocky’s far awa’?
Last May-morning, how ſweet to see the little lambkins play! Whilst my dear lad alang wi’ me did gently wa’k that way. On yon green bank ſweet flow’rs he pou’d, to busk my bosom bra’; But what are a’ thae joys to me, for now he’s far awa’. My Jocky’s far awa’, &c.
O gentle peace return again, bring Jocky to my arms, Frae dangers on the raging main, an’ safe frae war’s alarms If e’er we meet, nae mair we’ll part, while I ha’e breath to draw; Nae mair I’ll sing wi’ aching heart. My Jocky’s far awa’, &c.
# Mary of Glenkilloch (1817, Falkirk)/The King's Anthem

THE KING’S ANTHEM.
Fame let thy trumpet sound! Tell all the world around Great George is King! Tell Rome, and France, and Spain, Britannia ſcorns their chain; All their vile arts are vain, Great George is King!
We will his life defend, And make his power extend Wide as his fame. May choicest blessings shed On his exalted head, And make his foes to dread Great George our King.
He peace and plenty brings. While Rome’s deluded kings Waste and destroy: Then let his people sing. Long live great George our King, From whom such blessings spring. Freedom and joy.
FINIS
# The Wicked wife

Dated from period of activity of publisher and external evidence. The pages are incorrectly imposed, the numbering sequence is as follows: [1],2,5,6,3,4,7,8, page order has been fixed in transclusion.
The Wicked
WIFE,
Mary of Glenkiiloch,
AND
Up with the Orange.
FALKIRK, Printed by T. Johnston.
* The Wicked wife
* Mary of Glenkilloch
* Up with the orange
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# The Wicked wife/The Wicked wife

THE WICKED WIFE
I thought when firſt I got a wife, a happy pair we’d be, But ſhe proves the torment of my life. we never can agree. For what I thought my greateſt bliſs, is curſe beyond compare ; and yet the worſt of all is this, ſhe’s mine for ever-mair.
And ſhe’s ay, ay plaguing me, ſhe’s ay plaguing me; She proves the torment of my life, we never can agree.
Of honey-months I’ve heard and read, and hop'd to taſte them too; But ah! I’m grievouſly afraid there’s little of them true: A wicked wife’s the warſt of a’, at leaſt it ſeems to me: My rib ſhe flytes frae morn till night, ‘we’re never like to ’gree.
And ſhe's ay, ay banging me,
A week indeed, and ſcarce that ſame. a pleaſing thing ſhe was; But e'er the ſecond Sabbath came, ſhe made me cry alas! How oft ſince that I've cry'd alas! it's needleſs here to tell; But if the fau't be on my ſide, the jade ſhe kens herſel'.
And ſhe's ay, ay tempting me, &c.
I canno' ca' my houſe my ain, nor any thing that's in't; And if I chance but once to frown, me flies like fire frae flint. My very hair I canno' cut, my cloaths I canno' wear In any other faſhion but what's pleaſing to my dear.
And ſhe's ay, ay ruling me, &c.
She kens I like exceedingly, a dainty diſh o' meat; But ſhe cooks it up ſo dirtily, that a bit I canno' eat: And if I chance to wring my mouth; or even ſhake my head,
She bawls, You're very nice forſooth! and bids me chew my quid.
And ſhe's ay, ay ſtarving me, &c:
Altho' I am as patient ay as Socrates or Job, Yet my ill-natur'd Jezebel full ſoundly does me drub; And when her barlick-hoods are on, (which is right oft the caſe,) What firſt ſhe lays her hands upon, comes whack acroſs my face!
And ſhe's ay, ay thumping me, &c.
No man can reliſh more than I, a bottle and a friend; But this is what I ne'er enjoy,
leſt I ſhould her offend. Laſt night my neighbour Tom and I, ſat down, our throats to wet. She thunder'd out ſo dreadfully, I think I hear her yet!
And ſhe's ay, ay deaving me, &c.
When I'm diſpos'd for merriment, ſhe's certain to be ſad:
​And when to ſeriouſneſs I'm bent, ſhe’s a’together mad. When I could like to hear her ſpeak. ſhe chuſes to be dumb ; And when her ſilence much I ſeek, ſhe rattles like a drum.
And ſhe’s ay, ay deaving me, &c.
That wedlock is a Paradiſe, let thoſe that ken it tell; But yet in my opinion it’s little leſs than hell : But hope and comfort yet remain, comfort, and no more, Death will come and break the chain, and free me from her power.
And ſhe’ll ſoon, ſoon bury me, &c.
# The Wicked wife/Up with the orange

UP WITH THE ORANGE.
Attention give both great and ſmall, I've got a Song that will pleaſe you all, Now Buonaparte has run away, He's afraid to fight another day; He is only gone to tak a nap, And lay his head on Lucy's lap: Dear Buona' ſtay at home, ſays she, And go no more to Germany.
My mind has been ſo fill'd with cares, I can't abide the Ruſſian bears; If they should on you lay their paws, You will be nothing in their jaws! Beſides, there is your little boy, You ſaid he was your only joy! Then ſtay at home, my dear, ſaid she, And go no more to Germany.
O Louisa, don't grieve me ſo, To think I can no longer crow: The Dutchmen, too do on me frown, And drove my brother from the crown: I think I hear their voices ring, The Prince of Orange shall be King! Thoſe things will ſurely break my heart, And you will Loſe your Buonaparte!
The Dutchmen they will plow the ſeas, And bring us butter, fish, and cheeſe, With every thing that they can ſpare, Now to Great Britain they will bear: The ports will all be open wide For other articles beſide; So Dutchmen let your voices ring. The Prince of Orange shall be King!
I hope we shall not long complain, For trade will be ſo briſk again, That poor men may get work to do, Proviſions may be cheaper too; At Chriſtmas I ſhall think no ſin To take a glaſs of Holland’s gin, To cheer our voice, and make us ſing. The Prince of Orange ſhall be King.
Success attend our noble Guards, And may they meet with good rewards, The Prince of Orange to attend; No doubt but he will be their friend. So wives and ſweethearts ceaſe to mourn, No fear but they will ſafe return; So let your voices loudly ring, The prince of Orange ſhall be King.
FINIS.
Falkirk—T. Johnston, Printer.
# New York Daily News/1940/12/24/Cheated Death In Air Battles, Dies In Crash

* related authors: Eddie August Schneider.
* sister projects: Wikipedia article, quotes, Wikidata item.
Cheated Death In Air Battles, Dies In Crash.
By JACK TURCOTT.
A 28-year-old flying instructor, who, as pilot for the Spanish Loyalist forces and transcontinental speed record breaker, defied death scores of times, was killed yesterday in a routine one-hour flight with a student near Floyd Bennett Field in Brooklyn. The instructor, Edward Schneider [sic], and his pupil, 37-year-old George W. Herzog, were drowned in Deep Creek, a small inlet off Jamaica Bay, at 1:30 P.M., a few seconds after their Piper Cub monoplane collided with a Navy biplane trainer 600 feet in the air. Witnesses said the left wing of Schneider's plane apparently struck the Navy ship's landing gear as both planes were coming down, from different directions, for a landing.
Wing Falls Off.
The collision forced Schneider's ship into a tailspin and, as he fought to straighten his plane, the damaged wing fell off. The craft then plummeted into the creek an sank almost instantly. The Navy plane, piloted by Ensign Kenneth A. Kuehner, of Minster, Ohio, with Second Class Seaman Franklin Newcomer, his passenger, landed safely. Screaming sirens reported the crash immediately and a Coast Guard plane took off to find the wreckage. A Coast Guard cutter began grappling and soon lifted the monoplane to the surface. Both Schneider and Herzog were still in their seats. Schneider, who began flying at 16, was one of the nation's most adventuresome pilots. On August 18, 1930, when he was 18, he set a new junior speed record of 20 hours, 41 minutes for a flight from Westfield, New Jersey, to Los Angeles. A week later he broke two more records for the eastward flight across the country.
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# The Wicked wife/Mary of Glenkilloch

MARY OF GLENKILLOCH.
Will ye go to Glenkilloch, Mary, where the burnie fa’s owre the linn ? its murmurs are dear to me Mary,
The Sun sheds his beams, my Mary, on the white-bloſſom'd Hawthorn tree; But his beams are nought to me, Mary, compar'd with thy love-glancing e'e.
The Wood-lark ſings ſweet, my Mary, at eve, in the green leafy grove; But his ſtrains are full ſweeter, my Mary, when with thee I joyfully rove. Haſte then to the glen, my Mary, ere ſummer frae us will he gane: O ſay that thou loveſt me Mary,
'twill eaſe my fond heart o; its pain.
# The Legacy (Glasgow)

THE LEGACY;
To which is added, The Sailor's Farewell, The Highland Plaid, JOCKEY'S FAR AWA, AND Gude forgi'e me for Lien'.
GLASGOW: Published, and Sold Wholesale and Retail, by R. Hutchison & Co. 10, Saltmarket.
* The Legacy
* The Sailor's Farewell
* The Highland Plaid
* Jockey's Far Awa'
* Gude Forgi'e Me For Lien'
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# Jockie's far awa'

* "Jockey's Far Awa'" in The Legacy (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "My Jocky's Far Awa'", in Mary of Glenkilloch (1817), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Jockey's Far Awa" in Queen Mary's lamentation (1824), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "Jockie's far awa'" in The Book of Scottish Song (1843) edited by Alexander Whitelaw