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# The Boys and the Frogs

Perry index n/a
* "Boys and Frogs", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Boys and the Frogs", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1887)
* "The Boys and the Frogs", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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# Not Understood and Other Poems

A spoken word version of this edition is available at LibriVox
Not Understood
———— AND ————
Other Poems
BY THOMAS BRACKEN.
FOURTH EDITION.
Published at Wellington, N.Z. 1908. By GORDON & GOTCH PROPRIETARY LIMITED,
Not Understood
AND
OTHER POEMS
BY
THOMAS BRACKEN
FOURTH EDITION.
Published at Wellington, N.Z.: 1908. By GORDON & GOTCH PROPRIETARY LIMITED,
PUBLISHER’S NOTE.
The great popularity of “Not Understood.” and the prominence given to it by the late Mel. B. Spurr in his very successful Recitals in the Colonies has created a demand for a pocket edition of Tom Bracken’s Poems.
This little volume, which is now in its fourth edition, will be found to contain all of Mr Bracken’s favourite poems, and the Publishers hope that this edition, like its predecessor, will find a ready sale.
Wellington, N.Z., 1908.
​Two or three days before the late Mel. B. Spurr passed away, he was interviewed concerning his work and intentions. Enumerating some of his most successful recitations, he came “finally,” to “Not Understood”—“that charming little bit of philosophy by the late Thomas Bracken, which I now give almost every evening. I am hoping to introduce it to an English public some time next year, and I predict for it an instantaneous and unprecedented success.” “Man proposes”—and the gifted and genial entertainer little thought, as he spoke those appreciative lines, that he was never again to see his native land.
INDEX.
Page.
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# The Ambitious Step-mother

The Ambitious Step-mother.
A
TRAGEDY.
As 'twas Acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
By His Majesty's Servants.
By N. Rowe, Esq.
LONDON,
Printed for Peter Buck, at the Sign of the Temple, near the Inner-Temple-Gate, in Fleet-street. 1701.
Acts (not listed in original)
* To the Right Honourable the Earl of Jersey
* The Prologue. Spoke by Mr. Batterton
* Dramatis Personæ
* Act I.
* Act II, Scene I.
* Act II, Scene II.
* Act III.
* Act IV, Scene I.
* Act IV, Scene II.
* Act V, Scene I.
* Act V.
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# The Ambitious Step-mother/Prologue

The Prologue. Spoke by Mr Batterton.
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# The Ambitious Step-mother/Dramatis Personae

Dramatis Personæ.
MEN. :
| Artaxerxes, Prince of Persia, Eldest Son to the King Arsaces, by a former Queen. | Mr. Verbrugen. |
| Artaban, Son to Arsaces, by Artemisa. | Mr. Booth. |
| Memnon, Formerly General to Arsaces, now disgrac'd; a friend to Artaxerxes. | Mr. Batterton. |
| Mirza, First Minister of State, in the interest of Artemisa and Artaban. | Mr. Freeman. |
| Magas, Priest of the Sun, friend to Mirza and the Queen. | Mr. Bowman. |
| Cleanthes, Friend to Artaban. | Mr. Pack. |
| Orchanes, Captain of the Guards to the Queen. | Mr. Baily. |
| WOMEN. ||
| Artemisa, Formerly the Wife of Tiribasus a Persian Lord, now married to the King, and Queen of Persia. | Mrs. Barry. |
| Amestris, Daughter to Memnon, in love with, and belov'd by Artaxerxes. | Mrs. Bracegirdle. |
| Cleone, Daughter to Mirza, in love with Artaxerxes, and belov'd by Artaban. | Mrs. Bowman. |
| Beliza, Confident to Cleone. | Mrs. Martin. |
# The Ambitious Step-mother/Act 1 Scene 1

The Ambitious Step-mother.
ACT I.
SCENE I. A Royal Palace.
# The Ambitious Step-mother

The Ambitious Step-mother.
A
TRAGEDY.
As 'twas Acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
By His Majesty's Servants.
By N. Rowe, Esq;.
LONDON,
Printed for Peter Buck, at the Sign of the Temple, near the Inner-Temple-Gate, in Fleet-street. 1701.
Contents (not listed in original)
* To the Right Honourable the Earl of Jersey
* The Prologue. Spoke by Mr. Batterton
* Dramatis Personæ
* Act I.
* Act II, Scene I.
* Act II, Scene II.
* Act III.
* Act IV, Scene I.
* Act IV, Scene II.
* Act V, Scene I.
* Act V.
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# The Ambitious Step-mother

The Ambitious Step-mother.
A
TRAGEDY.
As 'twas Acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
By His Majesty's Servants.
By N. Rowe, Esq;.
LONDON,
Printed for Peter Buck, at the Sign of the Temple, near the Inner-Temple-Gate, in Fleet-street. 1701.
Contents (not listed in original)
* To the Right Honourable the Earl of Jersey
* The Prologue. Spoke by Mr. Batterton
* Dramatis Personæ
* Act I.
* Act II, Scene I.
* Act II, Scene II.
* Act III.
* Act IV, Scene I.
* Act IV, Scene II.
* Act V, Scene I.
* Act V.
* The Epilogue. Spoke by Mrs. Bracegirdle
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# The Ambitious Step-mother/Epilogue

THE EPILOGUE.
Spoke by Mrs. BRACEGIRDLE.
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# The Ambitious Step-mother

The Ambitious Step-mother.
A
TRAGEDY.
As 'twas Acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
By His Majesty's Servants.
By N. Rowe, Esq;.
LONDON,
Printed for Peter Buck, at the Sign of the Temple, near the Inner-Temple-Gate, in Fleet-street. 1701.
Contents (not listed in original)
* To the Right Honourable the Earl of Jersey
* The Prologue. Spoke by Mr. Batterton
* Dramatis Personæ
* Act I.
* Act II, Scene I.
* Act II, Scene II.
* Act III.
* Act IV, Scene I.
* Act IV, Scene II.
* Act V, Scene I.
* Act V, Scene II.
* The Epilogue. Spoke by Mrs. Bracegirdle
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# Constant Shepherd

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* "The Constant Shepherd" is another name for "Traquire Shepherd".
* "The Constant Shepherd" in Five excellent songs (1840-1850)
# Five Excellent Songs ("The Constant Shepherd")

FIVE
EXCELLENT SONGS.
THE CONSTANT SHEPHERD.
THE WREATH.
WELCOME SUMMER BACK AGAIN.
THE DAINTY BIT PLAN.
THE BACHELOR.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
25.
Poems: (not listed in original)
* The Constant Shepherd
* The Wreath
* Welcome Summer Back Again
* The Dainty Bit Plan
* The Bachelor
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# Five Excellent Songs ("The Constant Shepherd")/The Constant Shepherd

My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy; His breath is sweeter than new hay, His face is fair and ruddy: His shape is handsome, middle size, He’s comely in his wauking; The shining o’ his een surprise; It’s heaven to hear him tauking.
Yestreen I met him on a bawk, Where yellow corn was growing, Where mony a kindly word he spak, That set my heart a-glowing. He kiss’d and vow’d he wad bo mine, And lo’ed me best o’ ony; That gars me like to sing sinsyne, O corn riggs are bonny.
Let lasses o’ a silly mind Refuse what maist they’re wanting, Since we for yielding were design’d, We chastely should be granting. Then I’ll comply and marry Pate: And syne my cockernony He’s free to touzle ear’ or late While corn riggs are bonny.
# Five Excellent Songs ("The Constant Shepherd")/The Dainty Bit Plan

Our May had an e’e to a man, Nae less than the newly-placed Preacher: And we plotted a dainty bit plan For trapping our spiritual teacher, O, we were sly, sly! O, we were sly and sleekit!
​We treated young Mr M'Gock, We plied him wi’ tea and wi’ toddy; And we praised every word that he spoke, Till we put him maist out o’ the body. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
Frae the kirk we were never awa’, Except when frae hame he was helping; And then May, and often us a’, Gaed far and near after him skelping. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
We said aye, which our neighbours thought droll, That to hear him gang through wi’ a sermon, Was, (though a wee dry on the whole,) As refreshing’s the dew on Mount Hermon. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
But to come to the heart o’ the nit— The dainty bit plan that we plotted Was to get a subscription afit, And a watch to the minister voted. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
The young women folk o’ the kirk, By turns lent a hand in collecting; But May took the feck o’ the wark, And the trouble the rest o’ directing. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
A gran’ watch was gotten belyve, And May wi’ sma’ prigging, consentit To bo ane o’ a party o’ five To gang to the Manse and present it.
​We a’ gied a word o’ advice To May in a deep consultation, To hae something to say unea nice, And to speak for the hale deputation. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
Taking present and speech baith in hand, May delivered a bonny palaver To let Mr M'Gock understand How zealous she was in his favour. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
She said that the gift was to prove, That his female friends valued him highly, But it couldna express a’ their love; And she glintit her e’e at him slyly. O, we were sly, sly! &c.
He put the gold watch in his fab, And proudly he said he wad wear it; And, after some flattering gab, Tauld May he was gaun to be marryit. O, we were sly, sly! O, were sly and sleekit! But Mr M'Gock was nae gowk, wi’ our dainty bit ⟨plan⟩ to be cleekit.
May eame hame wi’ her heart at her mouth, And became, frae that hour, a Dissenter, And now she’s renewing her youth Wi’ some hopes o’ the burgher Precentor. O, but she’s sly, sly! O, but she’s sly and sleekit! And cleverly opens ae door as soon as anither is steekit
# Five Excellent Songs ("The Constant Shepherd")/Welcome Summer Back Again

In Flora’s train the graces wait, And chase rude winter from the plain; As on she roves, the wild flowers spring, And welcome summer back again. ​Spring dances o’er the plain, Flowering all the woodland scene, Then join with me, my lovely May, To welcome summer back again.
The budding wild will soon perfume The air, when balm’d by April’s rain; ’Mong banks clad o’er wi’ waving broom, We’ll welcome summer back again. In yon sequester’d scene, The mavis sings his cheerful strain, And there we’ll meet, my lovely May, To welcome summer back again.
When yellow cowslips scent the mead, Then gladness o’er the plains will reign; And soon, my love, we’ll pu’ the flowers, And welcome summer back again. Spring dances o’er the plain, Flowering all the woodland scene, With blooming garlands in her train, To welcome summer back again.
# Five Excellent Songs ("The Constant Shepherd")/The Wreath

Ye shepherds tell me, tell me, have you seen, Have you seen my Flora pass this way, In shape and feature beauty’s queen, In pastoral, in pastoral array.
Chorus.
Shepherds tell me, tell me, tell me have you seen, Have you seen my Flora pass this way, Have you seen, tell me, shepherds, have you seen, Tell me have you seen my Flora pass this way.
A wreath around her head, around her head she wore Carnation, lily, lily, rose, And in her hand a crook she bore, And sweets, and sweets her breath compose. Shepherds tell me, &c.
The beauteous, the beauteous wreath that decks her head, Forms her description, her description true. Hands lily white, lips crimson red, And cheeks, and cheeks of rosy hue. Shepherds tell me, &c.
# Five Excellent Songs ("The Constant Shepherd")/The Bachelor

My master was an auld Batch, Baith crabbed and uncivil: Than kiss a lass, (except when fou’) He'd sooner kiss the d———l. An’ he had gowd and sil’er baith, As meikle’s fill a barrel; A gaudy house, an’ grand estate, Might serve a duke or earl.
But woman’s ways he coudua thole— The cause o’ a disasters; He’d sneer, an’ jeer, an’ curse the sex, And ca’ them downright wasters. But then, again, when he was fu’, His love was overbearing; He’d kiss an’ slake about my mou’, Nae wife nor sil’er fearing.
As I was growing auld mysel’, And lovers growing scanty, I thought upon my master’s house, His gear an’ sil’er plenty. So I got witnesses ae night, When he was reeling rarely, To hear his tender promises, An’ see us bedded fairly.
He sought me to his chamber ha’, And troth, I didna swither; But gave a sweet complying smile, An’ aff to bed thegither. But oh! that morn when he awoke! Ere he could weel consider, ​He drew his arms frae ’bout my neck, As if he’d touch’d an adder!
“Weel, Bet!” says he, what brings you here My troth, but you're a trimmer! Gae, rise, an’ mend the kitchen fire, You lewd lascivious limmer!” “ Na, na, gudeman! do that yoursel’— I’ll rise when I am ready; I was your servant yesterday, But now I am your lady!”
But wha could paint his waspish face, As I the facts were telling! His miser-moaus, his sil’er-shrieks, Were like a cuddy’s yelling! Wi’ rage, he fell upon the floor, And gi’ed a roar like thun’er; But matrimony’s chains are strong— There’s few they’ll not keep un’er.
Now since his single woes are past, An’ he has got a baby, His looks hae quite anither cast, His dress is never shabby. An’ aye he blesses Bet his wife, The night she nail’d him till her, An’ wadna be a Batch again For a' his lan’ an’ sil’er.
# Five Favourite Songs ("The Golden Glove")

FIVE
Favourite Songs.
THE GOLDEN GLOVE.
THE ANSWER.
GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR.
THE CHOUGH AND CROW.
NOW YE’RE FAR AWA’, LOVE.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
15.
Songs: (not listed in original)
* The Golden Glove
* The Answer
* Get Up and Bar the Door
* Now Ye're Far Away, Love
* The Chough and Crow
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# Five Favourite Songs ("The Golden Glove")/Get Up and Bar the Door

GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR.
It fell upon a Martinmas time, And a gay timo it was then, When our goodwife got puddings to make, And she boil’d them in a pan.
The wind sae cauld blew south and north. And blew into the floor, Quoth our goodman to our goodwife, Get up and bar the door.
My hand is in my hussy’s skap, Goodman as you may see, An’ it should na be barr’d this hundred year, It’s no be barr’d for me.
They made a paction ’tween them twa, They made it firm and sure, That the first word whae’er should speak, Should rise and bar the door
Then by there came twa gentlemen, At twelve o’clock at night, And they could neither see house nor hall, Nor coal nor candle light.
Now, whether is this a rich man’s house? Or whether is it a poor? But ne’er a word would ane o’ them speak,
​And first they ate the white puddings, And then they ate the black; Tho’ muckle thought the goodwife to hersel’, Yet ne’er a word she spak’.
Then said the one unto the other, Here man, take my knife, Do ye tak’ aff the auld man's beard, And I’ll kiss the goodwife.
But there’s nae water in the house, And what shall we do then? What ails you at the pudding bree That boils into the pan?
O up then started our goodman, An angry man was he; Will ye kiss my wife before my face, And scad me wi’ pudding bree?
Then up then started our goodwife, Gi’ed three skips on the floor: Goodman, you’ve spoken the foremost word, Get up and bar the door.
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# Five Favourite Songs ("The Golden Glove")/The Chough and Crow

THE CHOUGH AND CROW.
The chough and crow to roost are gone, The owl sits on the tree, The hush’d wind wails with feeble moan, Like infant charity. ​The wild fire dances on the fen, The red star sheds its ray; Up-rouse ye then, my merry men, It is our opening day.
Both child and nurse is fast asleep, And closed is every flower, And winking tapers faintly peep, High from my lady’s bower; Bewildered hinds with shortening ken, Shrink on their murky way; Up-rouse ye then, my merry men, It is our opening day.
Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor roof nor latched door, Nor kind mate, bound by holy vow, To bless a good man’s store. Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, And night has grown our day; Up-rouse ye then, my merry men, And use it as ye may.
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# Five Favourite Songs ("The Golden Glove")/The Golden Glove

SONGS.
THE GOLDEN GLOVE.
A wealthy young 'squire of Tamworth we hear. He courted a nobleman’s daughter so fair; And for to marry her it was his intent, All friends and relations had given their consent.
The time was appointed for the wedding-day, A young farmer was chosen the father to be; As soon as the lady the farmer did spy, It flamed her heart, O my heart, she did cry.
She turned from the ’squire, nothing she said, Instead of being married she went to her bed. The thoughts of the farmer still run in her mind, The way for to have him she soon then did find.
Coat, waistcoat, and breeches she then did put on. And a-hunting she went with her dog and her gun; She hunted all round where the farmer did dwell, Because in her heart she lov’d him so well.
She oftentimes fired, but nothing she killed, At length the young farmer came into the field;
​Then for to talk with him it was her intent, With her dog and gun to meet him she went
I thought you had been at the wedding, she cry’d, To wait on the ’squire to give him his bride; No, sir, said the farmer, if the truth I may tell, I’ll not give her away, for I love her too well.
Suppose that the lady should grant you her love, You know that the ’squire your rival will prove; O then, says the farmer, I’ll take sword in hand, By honour I’ll gain her, or my life’s at command.
It pleased the lady to hear him so bold, And she gave him a glove that was flower’d with gold, She told him she found it in coming along, As she was a-hunting with her dog and her gun.
The lady went homo with her heart full of love, And she gave out a speech she had lost her glove; And the man that does find it and bring it to me, The man that does find it, his bride I shall be.
The farmer was pleased when he heard the news——— With a heart full of joy to his lady he goes; Dear honoured lady, I’ve pick’d up your glove, If you will be pleased to grant me your love.
It is already granted, I will be your bride, I love the sweet breath of a farmer, she cry’d; I’ll be mistress of the dairy and milking the cows,
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# Five Favourite Songs ("The Golden Glove")/The Answer

THE ANSWER.
The ’squire he returned in a furious mood, Swearing to be revenged in the farmer’s blood; But fortune to the farmer proving more kind, Disappointed the ’squire of his cruel design.
The ’squire and farmer by chance did meet, Says the ’squire to the farmer, you are undiscreet For taking from me my lovely sweet bride; You shall either fight me, or die by my side.
With all my whole heart, the farmer did cry. To fight for my jewel I'll never deny; So to work with vigour they instantly went, But the ’squire yielding, gave the farmer content.
And now they are married in great splendour we ⟨hear⟩, The farmer possesses nine thousand a-year; With his beautiful lady, and likewise his hall, He has men and maid-servants, and all at his call.
Here’s a health to plough-boys, the lady did cry, That I’m wed to a ploughman I’ll never deny, Because they are men of honour, and that we are ⟨sure⟩, And also do labour for both rich and poor.
After the wedding she told of the fun, How she hunted the farmer with a dog and gun; But now I have catched him so fast in my snare,
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# Five Favourite Songs ("The Golden Glove")/Now Ye're Far Away, Love

NOW YE’RE FAR AWA’, LOVE.
Oh! now ye’re far awa’, love, Ye’re far awa’ frao me, O'er woodland glens, and rocky dens, And o’er the raging sea. ​I stand upon the rocky shore, The rocky hills behind. I spy the distant ship afar, That’s driven with the wind.
I see the waves around her rise, Ten thousand billows roar; The foaming surges lash the skies Behind her and before. Unto the winds I gave a sigh, Unto the waves a tear; Up to the skies I send my cry, O for my dearest dear.
Kind Providence, oh! hear my voice, Oh, wilt thou her life save? Oh, keep her from the sunken rocks, And from a watery grave. For, though she’s borne awa’ frae me, Across the raging main, Our hapless loves may yet revive, Were we to meet again.
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# Five Popular Songs (Edinburgh)/Kilkenny

KILKENNY.
Oh! the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades, And if ever they meet with the nice little maids, They’ll kiss them, and coax them, and spend their money free, And of all towns in Ireland Kilkenny for me, And of all towns, &c.
In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear stream, In the town of Kilkenny there lives a fair dame, Hercheeks are like roses, her lips much the same, Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother’d in cream. Fal de ral, de ral, de ral, lal, ra, la, la, la
​Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny’s large coal, Which through my poor bosom have burnt a big hole; Her mind, like its rivers, is mild, clear and pure, But her hear is more hard than its marble, I’m sure. Fal de ral, &c.
Kilkenny’s is pretty town, and shines where it stands, And the more I think on it the more my heart warms; For if was in Kilkenny I’d think myself at home, For its there I’d get sweathearts, but here I get none. Fal de ral, &c.
# Five Popular Songs (Edinburgh)/The Laird's Courtship

THE LAIRD’S COURTSHIP.
The Laird o‘ Cockpen he‘s proud an‘ he‘s great; His mind is ta‘en up wi‘ matters o‘ state. He wanted a wife his braw house to keep; But favour wi‘ wooin‘ was fashious to seek.
Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell, At his table-head he thought she‘d look well: M‘Clish‘s ae dochter o‘ Claversha‘ Lee, A penny less lass, wi‘ a lang pedigree.
His wig was well-pouther‘d, as guid as when new, His waiscoat was white, his coat it was blue, He put on a ring a sword and cock‘d hat; And wha could refuse the Laird wi‘ a‘ that!
​He took the grey mare and rade cannily; An' rapp'd at the yett o' Ciaversha' Lee; "Gae, tell mistress Jean to come speedily ben, She's wanted to speak wi' the Laird o'Cockpen.
Mistress Jean was makin' the elder-flower wine— An' what brings the Laird at sic a like time,' She pat aff her apron, an' on her siik gown, Her mutch wi' red ribbons, an' gaed awa' down.
An' when he came ben she boned fu' low; An' what was his errand he soon let her know; Amaz'd was the Laird, when the Lady said "—Na!" An' wi' a laigh court'sy she turned awa'.
Dumfunder‘d he was—but nae sigh did he gi‘e He mounted his mare, and rade cannily;
An' aften he thocht, as he gaed through the glen, She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.
Near to the house amang the lang trees, There he did meet sweet Jeanie Greenlees; She sits at his table like a white tappet hen— Thus ended the courtships o' th' Laird o'