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# Wat'ry god (1)/High Jenny High

HIGH JENNY HIGH.
MY Father he's a gentleman, a gentleman was he, He married me to an old man, that was three-ſcore and three. Chorus. Sing high Jenny, high, and ſing low Jenny low: For I'll never wed an old man, for any thing I know.
As I'am two and twenty, in my virginity, Which cauſes me to differ, and we can ne'er agree.Sing high, &c.
I'd rather have a young man, as much ſo like myſelf, Or I would have an old man, with all his mouldy pelf. Sing high, &c.
I'd rather have a young man, within a ſuit of ſilk, Or I would have an old man, with forty cows to milk.Sing high, &c.
I'd rather have a young man, with a roſe in his hand, Or I would have an old man with fifty ploughs of land.Sing high, &c.
The old man when he comes to bed, he can do nought at a'; ​He lies as cold down by my ſide, and turns him to the wa'.Sing high, &c.
O ſome they do adviſe me, to drown him in a well, And others do adviſe me, to grind him in a mill. Sing high, &c.
But I took my own advice, and took him to a plain, I ty'd him to a windleſtraw, and he ne'er return'd again. Sing high, &c.
An old man comes groaning in, juſt as he wanted life; The young man comes ſmirking in, come kiſs me my ſweet wife.Sing, &c.
And when that we go to our bed, we ly both ſnug and warm, He kiſſes me, and claps me, and takes me in his armsSing high, &c.
# Wat'ry god (1)/The Cold Winter Night

The COLD WINTER NIGHT.
O NOW the cold Winter comes on, and fortune runs hard by my ſide, For to work at my trade, I've got none, and the beſt of my friends I have try'd.
But he that is a friend to himſelf, will provide for a cold winter day, It will help him in time of his need, when his friends they will frown him away.
​When work and money comes in, O then I'm as briſk as a bee, And while I've got ſixpence to ſpend, O my friends they will all viſit me.
But if I've not a ſixpence to ſpend, and a ſixpence I've got for to borrow, I'll be ſure to come back as I went, 'tis very well known to my ſorrow.
And if I to the ale-houſe do go, and ſpend what I've toil'd for ſo long, If I aſk them to truſt but one pot, they ſtraightway will bid me begone.
And if I run on with old ſcores, and get no more money to ſpend, They'll be ſure to clap bums to my back, for man without money has no friend.
My breeches are ragged and torn, and my ſtockings bang over my ſhoes, My pockets no money will hold, for in truth I've got none for to loſe.
My ſhirt is as black as a coal, for want of an induſtrious wife, And if ye can help me good fellows, I'll mind you all the days of my life.
I love for to tumble and toſs, in due time when I go to bed, Had I but an induſtrious wife, I ſurely would ſomething provide.
​And if ſhe were as willing as I, to provide for a cold winter day, It would help us in time of our need, when friends would frown us away.
# Wat'ry god (1)/The Young Man's Petition

The YOUNG MAN'S PETITION.
COME live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleaſures prove, That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield; There we will ſit upon the rocks, And ſee the ſhepherds feed their flocks By ſhallow rivers, to whoſe fall, Melodious birds ſing Madrigal.
There will I make thee beds of roſes, With a thouſand fragrant poſies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle, A gown made of the fineſt wool, Which from our fineſt lambs we pull: Slippers lin'd choicely for the cold, With buckles of the pureſt gold.
A belt of ſtraw, and ivy buds, With coral claſps, and amber ſtuds; And if theſe pleaſures may thee move, Then live with me, and be my love. The ſhepherd ſwains ſhall dance and ſing, For thy delight, each May morning: If theſe delights thy mind may move, Then ſtay with me, and be my love.
# Blythsome bridal, or, the lass wi' the gowden hair (1)

Τ Η E
Blythſome Bridal;
O R, T H E
Laſs wi' the Gowden Hair.
To which are added,
A NEW TOUCH on the TIMES.
LOVE AND LIFE.
THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J & M. ROBERTSON,
Saltmarket, 1799.
* The Blythsome Bridal
* A New Touch on the Times
* Love and Life
* This is No Mine Ain House
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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# Blythsome bridal, or, the lass wi' the gowden hair (1)/The Blythsome Bridal

THE BLYTHSOME BRIDAL.
FY let us a' to the Bridal, for there will be lilting there. for Jockey's to be marry'd to Maggy, the laſs wi’ the gouden hair. And there will be lang kail and porrage, and bannocks o' barley-meal: And there will be good fat herring, to reliſh a cog o' good ale. Fy let us a' to the Bridal &c.
And there will be Sandy the ſouter, and Will wi' the meikle mou', And there will be Tam the bluter, with Andrew the tinker I trow: And there will be bow'd legged Robbie, with thumbleſs Katy's goodman; And there will be blue-cheeked Dowbie, and Lowrie the laird o' the lan'. Fy, &c.
And there will be ſow-libber Patie, and plucky-fac'd Wat i' the mill, Capper-nos'd Patie and Gibbie, that wins in the brow o' the hill; And there will be Alaſter Sibbie, wha in wi' black Beſſie did mool, With ſniveling Lilly, and Tibby, the laſs that ſtands aft on the ſtool. &c.
​And Madge that was buckled to Steenie, and coſt him grey breeks to his arſe, Wha after was hangit for ſtealing, great mercy it happen'd na warſe; And there will be gleed Geordy Janners, and Kate wi' the lily-white leg, Wha gade to the ſouth for manners, and bang'd up her wame in Mons-Meg. &c.
And there will be Judan Maclawrie, and blinking daft Barbara Macleg, Wi' flae-lugged ſharney-fac'd Lawrie, and ſhangy-mou'd haluket Meg. And there will be happer-ars'd Nancy, and fairy-fac'd Flowrie by name, Wi’ Madie, and fat-hippet Girſy, the laſs wi' the gouden wame. Fy let, &c.
And there will be girn-again Gibbie, wi' his glaiket wife Jenny Bell, And miſle-ſhin'd Mungo Macapie, the lad that was ſkipper himſell. There lads and laſſes in pearling, will feaſt in the heart o' the ha', On ſybows, and rifarts, and carlings, that are baith ſodden and raw. Fy let, &c.
And there will be fadges and brochan, wi' ſouth o' good gabbocks o' ſkate, Powſowdy, and drumnock, and crowdy, and caller nowt-feet in a plate, And there will be partans and buckies, and waytens, and ſpeldings enow,
​Wi' ſing'd ſheep-heads, and a haggies, and ſcadlips to ſup till ye ſpew. Fy let &c.
And there will be lapper'd-milk kebbocks, and ſowens, and farls, and baps, Wi’ ſwats and well ſcraped paunches, and brandy in ſtoups and in caps And there will be meal-kail and cuſtocks, wi' ſkink to ſup till we rive, And roaſts to roaſt on a brander, of fleuks that were taken alive. Fy, &c.
Scrapt haddocks, wilks, dulſe and tangle, and a mill of good ſniſhing to prie; When weary with eating and drinking, we'll riſe up and dance till we die. Then fy let us a' to the Bridal, for there will be lilting there For Jockey's to be marry'd to Maggy, the laſs wi' the gouden hair.
# Blythsome bridal, or, the lass wi' the gowden hair (1)/A New Touch on the Times

A NEW TOUCH on the TIMES.
GEORGE he is the mildeſt King, that ever ſat on Britain's throne, Behold how wiſely he has acted, to his ſubjects every one
But we're of a rebellious nature, and our minds are ne'er content, Likewiſe the moſt of our reflections are on the King and Parliament.
​There's Quakers, New-lights, Independents, Methodiſts, and Swadlers too, Thoſe Minions and Finions, are they not a filthy crew.
Thoſe Hypocrites they live amongſt us, our R-ligion they deſpiſe, Empty fools without foundation, neither loyal, juſt, nor wiſe.
Our Churchmen they are little better, if the truth it were well known, They take the King for Britain's head, but part of's law they will not own.
’Tis brotherly love's gone from amongſt us, neighbours they cannot agree, They ſpend their money on the law, and bring themſelves to poverty.
'Tis reck'ning, ſharping, and deceiving, ’tis hard to find a man that's juſt; Becauſe they ſeldom find the way, to pay the thing they take in truſt.
There's dicemen, ſhowmen, mountain-ſailors, people pretending to be dumb; Fortune-tellers, and quack-doctors, by ſuch vagrants we're undone.
Our merchants buy up meal and corn, beef and butter. and our cheeſe, Sends it out to foreign countries, for to maintain our enemies.
​But now of late we are informed, that their ſhips are pris’ners ta'en, Who were going with proviſion, the French army to maintain.
The French have got our men and money, deny this neighbours if you dare, And for your thanks you plainly ſee, they reward you with open war.
Dutchmen too that treach'rous crew, for preſervation of their trade, They promis'd to aſiſt the French, altho' they were with us in league.
Before the war, diſtreſs'd and poor, both high and mighty now they're grown, To them we gave a great collection, and had no power to help our own.
Foreigners we did encourage, ay dear neighbour that is truth; Good Scotch-ale and Highland-whiſky, had no reliſh in our mouth.
Brandy and rum we chuſe to drink, and many a coſtly thing beſide, There's nothing that appears amongſt us, but perfect poverty and pride.
Now obſerve the pride of women, how they walk with ſuch an air, With ribbons, rings, ruffles and fans, capuchines and foreheads bare.
​Our ſervant-maids are now ſo proud, they do reſemble their Ladies near, They have ſo many new made dreſſes, they ſcarce can tell what garb to wear.
Painting and patches for their faces, in the faſhion they muſt be; The pooreſt wife in all the town, each morning ſhe muſt have her tea.
Our men are grown ſo void of reaſon, often leaves their wedded wife, Cauſing for to keep up a miſs, they're weary'd of a marry'd life.
Women for to leave their huſbands, is not that a double ſin, Enough to bring on us a judgement, and conſume the land we're in.
O grant us peace and unity, for certainly we may conſider, That now the world is near an end, for each man ſtrives to cheat another.
# Blythsome bridal, or, the lass wi' the gowden hair (1)/Love and Life

LOVE AND LIFE.
IN love and life the preſent uſe, One hour we grant the next refuſe; Who then would riſk a nay? Were lovers wife, they would be kind, And in our eye, the moments find, For only then they may.
# Blythsome bridal, or, the lass wi' the gowden hair (1)/This is No Mine Ain House

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THIS IS NO MINE AIN HOUSE.
T H I S is no mine ain houſe, I ken by the rigging o't: Since with my love I've changed vows, I dinna like the bigging o't: For now that I'm young Robie's bride, And miſtreſs of his fire-ſide, Mine ain houſe I'll like to guide, And pleaſe me wi' the trigging o't.
Then farewel 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 human life, That makes ane wearied of his wife, And breaks the kindly band ay.
Glaſgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1799.
# The Forest Sanctuary, and Other Poems/Thekla's Song

Translation of "Thekla" from the play Wallenstein (1799)
THEKLA'S SONG; OR, THE VOICE OF A SPIRIT.
FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER.
This Song is said to have been composed by Schiller in answer to the inquiries of his friends respecting the fate of Thekla, whose beautiful character is withdrawn from the tragedy of "Wallenstein's Death," after her resolution to visit the grave of her lover is made known.
——"'Tis not merely The human being's pride that peoples space With life and mystical predominance; Since likewise for the stricken heart of love This visible nature, and this common world, Are all too narrow." Coleridge's Translation of Wallenstein.
Ask'st thou my home?—my pathway wouldst thou know, When from thine eye my floating shadow pass'd? Was not my work fulfill'd and closed below? Had I not liv'd and lov’d?—my lot was cast.
Wouldst thou ask where the nightingale is gone, That melting into song her soul away, Gave the spring-breeze what witch'd thee in its tone? —But while she lov'd, she liv'd, in that deep lay!
Think'st thou my heart its lost one hath not found? —Yes! we are one, oh! trust me, we have met, Where nought again may part what love hath bound, Where falls no tear, and whispers no regret.
There shalt thou find us, there with us be blest, If as our love thy love is pure and true! There dwells my father, sinless and at rest, Where the fierce murderer may no more pursue.
And well he feels, no error of the dust Drew to the stars of Heaven his mortal ken, There it is with us, ev'n as is our trust, He that believes, is near the holy then.
There shall each feeling beautiful and high, Keep the sweet promise of its earthly day; —Oh! fear thou not to dream with waking eye! There lies deep meaning oft in childish play.
# Mountains high. The Spotted Cow. And the Sailors Lamentation with the Merry Sailor/The Spotted Cow

The Spotted Cow.
ONE morning in the mounth of may, I from my cottage stray'd, Just as the sun reveal’d the day, I met a jolly young maid; Just as the sun reveal’d the day, I met a jolly young maid.
Good, morrow sweetherat, where, said I so early tell me now? To tell you sir, the maid reply'd, I’ve lost my spotted cow, &c.
Reveal no more, no longer mourn, your cow's not lost my fair, I saw her down in yonder grove, I’ll go and show you where; &c.
I most confess you’re very kind, I thank you sir, said she; You’ll be sure to find her there, come sweetheart and go with me;
Then thro’ the grove we took our way, and cross’d the flowery fields, I (illegible text) and told the amerous fair, sweet harmless loving tales.
All in the groves we spent the day, and thought it not too soon, At night we wander’d back our way, by the light of the moon.
If I should chance to cross the plain, to go to view my plough,
I'll come and call you gentle swain, I've lost my spotted cow; &c.
# Mountains high. The Spotted Cow. And the Sailors Lamentation with the Merry Sailor/The Mountains High

The MOUNTAINS high.
ONE night on my late rmable. two miles below Pimry, I met a farmers daughter all on the mountains high.
I said my pretty fair maid, your beauty shines so clear, That upon these lonely mountains I'm glad to meet you here.
She said kind sir be civil, my company forsake, For in my great opinion, I believe you're but a rake;
And if my parents they should know, my file they would destroy, For keeping of your company, all on the mountains high.
He says I am no rake, I'm brought up in venus's train, I'm seeking for concealments all in the Judges name.
​Your beauty so entises me, I could not pass you by, So with my gun I’ll gaurd you all on the mountains high.
This pretty little young thing, she stood all in amaze, With eyes as bright as amber, she did upon me gaze;
Her cherry cheeks, and ruby lips, they loft their former dye, So she fell into my arms all on the mountains high.
But when I kiss’d her once or twice, she then came to again, And said kind sir be civil, and tell me what’s your name.
If you'd-go to younder forest, my castle there you’ll find, Well wrote in ancient history, my name is Ormordine.
He says my pretty fair maid, don’t let your parents know, ​Perhaps they’ll prove my ruin, and my sad overthrow,
So if you come to lock for me, perhaps you may me find, I will be in my castle. and call for Ormordine.
Come all you pretty fair maids, a warning take by me, See that you quit night-walking, and shun bad company,
For if you do, you’ll surely rue untill the day you die. So beware of meeting Rinor all on the montains high.
# Mountains high. The Spotted Cow. And the Sailors Lamentation with the Merry Sailor/Sailor's Lamentation

Sailor’s Lamentation.
O I'll set myself down and I'll mourn to think upon what I have done, I fixed my mind on a comely young lass when I was a boy so young.
Passing fourteen years of age, I fixed my mind so sure, I fixed my mind on a comely young lass O the torments I endure.
When into my hammock I do go, thinking ⟨some⟩ ⟨sweet⟩ rest to take, She runs then so fresh in my (illegible text)d I float on her white snowy breast
And when to h'er fathers I do go, to kiss her sweet lips I do crave, And if that fortune will not smile me, O the sea shall be my watery grave.
Her cheeks are like the cherry so red, that grows on yonder fine tree, ​Her veins are like the violet so blue, what a lovely fine creature is she.
Her hair is as black as a sloe, which doth my heart suprise, Her skin is like the velvet so soft, she has diamonds in both her eyes.
Her breath is as sweet as a rose, her breast is like the ivory so white, And when in her company I did sing my heart was ravish'd with her delight.
But now she has left me to mourn, no comfort in her I can find, I will go down till my heart turn, since she will not alter her mind.
# Mountains high. The Spotted Cow. And the Sailors Lamentation with the Merry Sailor/The Merry Sailor

The merry Sailor,
A Sailor walking throw the fields, to see what pleasure summer yeilds, where he spied a fair maid busy working and raking of her master’s hay. I said, fair maid lay down your rake, and go with me to yonder wake, ​If I would leave my master’s hay, he'd give me no wage and turn me away. With sweet compliments they both went this fair maid gave him whole consent Cast off her gown and flung by her rake and went with her sailor to yonder wake. When they came to yonder wake, he treated her with sweet wine and cake. He bought her ribbans rings and gloves, and soon he gain’d this fair maid’s love. When twenty weeks were gone and past, her rosy cheeks were pile and wan, She curs’d the hour likewise the day, she went with the sailor to yonder wake. When fourty weeks were gone and past her rosy cheeks as red as the rose, She bless’d the hour likewise the day, she went with the sailor to yonder wake. Here’s a health to all these holand smocks red rosy cheeks and curly locks And all the lassies that lies with a sailor, and is never affraid of a sailor's looks.
FINIS.
# Maid milking her cow

THE
Maid Milking her COW.
To which are added,
A SONG by GENERAL WOLF.
The loving and united VALENTINE.
LOUISA THE FAIR.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. & M. ROBERTSON
Saltmarket, 1800.
* The Maid Milking Her Cow
* A Song by General Wolf
* The Loving and United Valentine
* Louisa the Fair
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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# Maid milking her cow/The Maid Milking Her Cow

The MAID MILKING her COW.
IT was on summer's morning, as birds sweetly sung on each bough, I heard a fair maid sweetly singing, as she sat a milking her cow
She sung with a voice so melodious, that made me scarce able to go; My heart it was smother'd with sorrow, by the pretty maid milking her cow.
I courteously thus did salute her.—— Good-morrow, fair amorous maid, I'n your captive slave for the future,—— Kind sir do not banter she said;
I'm not such a precious jewel, that you could remember me so; I'm but a plain country girl, said the pretty maid milking her cow.
All India can afford no such jewel, so charming or transparent fair; Pray do not add flames to my fuel, but content and love me, my dear.
Take pity, and grant my desire, and leave me no longer in woe; Come love, or die I'll expire you pretty maid milking your cow.
​ I don’t understand what you mean, Sir, I’ve ne’er been a slave yet to love; Such ambers I seldom experienc'd, therefore your affections remove,
To marry, then I can assure you, is a thing that I can’t undergo, Therefore young man, pray excuse me,—— said the pretty maid milking her cow.
No young man could excuse you, or it would be against his own will; To pen your perfection in beauty some volumes I’m sure it would fill.
I would patiently wait for an answer, my destiny pray let me know; Your consent, till death, be the ransom, you pretty maid milking your cow.
I pray, Sir, withdraw, and don't teaze me I'll never consent unto thee; I like to live single and easy, till more of this world I see:
Lest care it should early embrace me, beside that my fortune is lowl; Until I grow rich. I'll not marry —— said the pretty maid milking her cow.
To say you will wait for a fortune, is a civil way to deny, And I have got money and cattle, dear love, all your wants to supply.
​ Delays are attended with dangers, and youth it hath no second spring; And likewise when beauty is faded,
in never will return again.
A fair maid is like a ship sailing, she knows not how long safe she'll go, For in every blast she’s in danger, you pretty maid milking your cow.
An old maid is like an old almanack, useless when once out of date; If her ware is not sold in the morning, at noon it goes at a low rate.
The fragrance of noon is soon over, garnished with beauty you know; All blooms are consum’d in October, you pretty maid milking your cow.
# Maid milking her cow/A Song by General Wolf

A SONG by GENERAL WOLF.
HOW stands the glass around, For shame, ye take no care my boys, How stands the glass around, Let mirth and wine abound. The trumpets found, The colours they are flying boys, To fight, kill or wound, May we still be found, Content with our hard fate my boys, on the cold ground. ​Why, soldiers why, Shou’d we be melancholy, boys, Why, soldiers why, Whole business ’tis to die! What——Sighing, fie! Hang fear, drink on be jolly boys, ‘Tis he, you or I! Cold, hot, wet, dry, We’re always bound to follow boys, And scorn to fly.
Think of renown, Before you go to fight my boys. Think of renown Likewise the British Crown; That you may go down, With honour to your grave my boys, In the cold ground, So never frown, But take a glass, a smiling glass, Of good liquor round.
Behold this sword of mine, Which has flood many a cut my boys, Behold this sword of mine, It does like silver shine, So boys don’t decline; But boldly clear your ways my boys, So let the armies join, And break the en’my’s line. But before you go to tight my boys, Drink off your wine.
​’Tis is but in vain, I mean not to upbraid ye, boys, ’Tis is but in vain For soldiers to complain, Should next campaign, Send us to him that made us, boys, We’re tree from pain! But if we remain. A bottle and kind Landlady Cures all again.