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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Rhymes of Northern Bards - Being a Curious Collection of Old and New Songs and Poems, - Peculiar to the Counties of Newcastle upon Tyne, - Northumberland, and Durham - -Author: Various - -Editor: John Bell - -Release Date: September 28, 2016 [EBook #53156] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RHYMES OF NORTHERN BARDS *** - - - - -Produced by Jonathan Ingram and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="transnote"> - -<p>Transcriber’s Note: Period and dialect spelling, inconsistent -hyphenation, etc. are preserved as printed.</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - -<h1>RHYMES<br /> -OF<br /> -<i>Northern Bards</i>:</h1> - -<p class="titlepage">BEING A CURIOUS<br /> -COLLECTION<br /> -OF OLD AND NEW<br /> -<i>SONGS AND POEMS</i>,</p> - -<p class="titlepage">Peculiar to the Counties of<br /> -<i>NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE,<br /> -NORTHUMBERLAND, AND DURHAM</i>.</p> - -<div class="figcenter titlepage" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line5.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<p class="center">EDITED BY JOHN BELL, JUN.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line2.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter titlepage" style="width: 250px;"> -<img src="images/titlepage.jpg" width="250" height="150" alt="Crest" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“NORTHUMBRIA’S SONS STAND FORTH, BY ALL CONFEST,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">THE FIRST AND FIRMEST OF FAIR FREEDOM’S TRAIN;</div> -<div class="verse">EACH BRAVE NORTHUMBRIAN NURSES IN HIS BREAST</div> -<div class="verse indent1">THE SACRED SPARK, UNSULLIED BY A STAIN.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter titlepage" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line5.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<p class="center">Newcastle upon Tyne:<br /> -Printed for John Bell, by M. Angus & Son, and sold by them,<br /> -and other Booksellers in Town.</p> - -<div class="figcenter titlepage" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line5.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<p class="center">MDCCCXII.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> - -<h2>LINES<br /> -<i>SENT TO THE EDITOR AND PRINTER</i>.</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line1.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Proceed, ye generous friends of Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And prosperous be your way;</div> -<div class="verse">How happy, would our sons incline</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To catch the improving ray!</div> -<div class="verse">With heart and hand your friendship join,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bring Taste and Genius forth;</div> -<div class="verse">That all may own Newcastle Town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Emporium of the North.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - -<h2>PREFACE.</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line2.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse right"><span class="smcap">Pope</span>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line3.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<p>“Give me the writing of all the Ballads, for the -people of England, and let who will be their law-giver,” -was said by a celebrated orator, in speaking on the manners -of the people:—this cheering ray, in behalf of ballad writing, -gave rise to the publication of the following pages: for how -many of these simple, yet popular effusions, have been lost -for want of a repository to give them a chance of living a -day beyond the time they were written?—As such, the -<i>Summum Bonum</i> of my labours is to rescue from the yawning -jaws of oblivion the productions of the Bards of the Tyne; -and by so doing, hand them down to future ages as Reliques -of Provincial Poetry:—But, conscious of the liability of -personal allusions in the generality of provincial poems, the -words of the poet have been kept in mind:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Curs’d be the verse, how well soe’er it flow,</div> -<div class="verse">Which tends to make one <i>worthy</i> man my foe!”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Those who may have expected a matchless collection, and -find it inferior to other poetical selections, will please to think -of the following Italian proverb:—</p> - -<p class="center">“CHI LAVA LA TESTA AL ASINO PERDE IL SAPONE.”</p> - -<p class="noindent">and accept the same from their</p> - -<p class="center">Obedient Servant,</p> - -<p class="right">THE EDITOR.</p> - -<p><i>Newcastle upon Tyne, -August, 1812.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> - -<h2>VERSES<br /> -ON<br /> -<i>NORTHUMBERLAND MINSTRELSY.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">BY H.R.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With taste so true, and genius fine,</div> -<div class="verse">The blythsome <span class="smcap">Minsterels</span> of langsyne,</div> -<div class="verse">Sung sweetly ’tween the Tweed and Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Of war and love;</div> -<div class="verse">Sounding their melody divine,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Thro’ ev’ry grove.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Northumbria’s waters, woods, and plains,</div> -<div class="verse">Her hills and dales, her nymphs and swains,</div> -<div class="verse">Her rural sports, in sweetest strains,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">The Poets sung;</div> -<div class="verse">Till echo, thro’ her wide domains,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Responsive rung.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In witty songs and verses <i>kittle</i><a name="FNanchor_1" id="FNanchor_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>,</div> -<div class="verse">Who could compare with <span class="smcap">Thomas Whittle</span>?</div> -<div class="verse">The Cambo blade, who to a tittle,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Describ’d each feature;</div> -<div class="verse">At <i>painting</i>, too, he varied little</div> -<div class="verse indent10">From mother Nature.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her <span class="smcap">Pipers</span> also knew the art</div> -<div class="verse">To touch the soul, and warm the heart;</div> -<div class="verse">Such chearing strains they could impart,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">That cank’ring care,</div> -<div class="verse">From ev’ry breast away would start,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">To pine elsewhere.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When at the harvest, every year,</div> -<div class="verse">They play’d, the reapers’ hearts to chear;</div> -<div class="verse">The soft-link’d notes, so sweet and clear,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Made labour light;</div> -<div class="verse">And many a merry jig, I swear,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">They danc’d each night.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_1" id="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Lively.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> -<img src="images/header-crest.jpg" width="300" height="220" alt="Crest" /> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Old Tyne shall listen to my Tale,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>And Echo, down the bordering Vale,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>The Liquid Melody prolong.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse right"><span class="smcap">Akenside</span>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line4.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<h2>SONGS.</h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/line4.jpg" width="200" height="25" alt="(decorative line)" /> -</div> - -<h2>WEEL MAY THE KEEL ROW.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As I cam thro’ Sandgate, I heard a lassie sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Weel may the keel row, the keel row, the keel row,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Weel may the keel row, that my laddie’s in.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He wears a blue bonnet, blue bonnet, blue bonnet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He wears a blue bonnet, a dimple in his chin:</div> -<div class="verse">And weel may the keel row, the keel row, the keel row,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And weel may the keel row, that my laddie’s in.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE NEW KEEL ROW.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By</i> T.T.—<i>To the old Tune.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whe’s like my Johnny,</div> -<div class="verse">Sae leish, sae blithe, sae bonny,</div> -<div class="verse">He’s foremost ’mang the mony</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Keel lads o’ Coaly Tyne;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He’ll set or row so tightly,</div> -<div class="verse">Or in the dance so sprightly,</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll cut and shuffle sightly,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">’Tis true—were he not mine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent5">Weel may the keel row,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">The keel row, the keel row,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Weel may the keel row,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">That my laddie’s in:</div> -<div class="verse indent5">He wears a blue bonnet,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A bonnet, a bonnet,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">He wears a blue bonnet,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">A dimple in his chin.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He’s ne mair learning,</div> -<div class="verse">Than tells his weekly earning,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet reet frae wrang discerning,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Tho’ brave, ne bruiser he;</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ he no worth a plack is,</div> -<div class="verse">His awn coat on his back is,</div> -<div class="verse">And nane can say that black is</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The white o’ Johnny’s ee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Each pay-day nearly,</div> -<div class="verse">He takes his quairt right dearly,</div> -<div class="verse">Then talks O, latin O,—cheerly,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or mavies jaws away;</div> -<div class="verse">How caring not a feather,</div> -<div class="verse">Nelson and he together,</div> -<div class="verse">The springy French did lether,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And gar’d them shab away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Were a’ kings comparely,</div> -<div class="verse">In each I’d spy a fairly,</div> -<div class="verse">An’ ay wad Johnny barly,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He gets sic bonny bairns;</div> -<div class="verse">Go bon, the queen, or misses,</div> -<div class="verse">But wad for Johnny’s kisses,</div> -<div class="verse">Luik upon as blisses,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Scrimp meals, caff beds, and dairns.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wour lads, like their deddy,</div> -<div class="verse">To fight the French are ready,</div> -<div class="verse">But gie’s a peace that’s steady,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And breed cheap as lang syne;</div> -<div class="verse">May a’ the press gangs perish,</div> -<div class="verse">Each lass her laddy cherish:</div> -<div class="verse">Lang may the Coal Trade flourish</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Upon the dingy Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Breet Star o’ Heaton,</div> -<div class="verse">Your ay wour darling sweet’en,</div> -<div class="verse">May heaven’s blessings leet on</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Your leady, bairns, and ye;</div> -<div class="verse">God bless the King and Nation,</div> -<div class="verse">Each bravely fill his station,</div> -<div class="verse">Our canny <i>Corporation</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Lang may they sing wi’ me,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent5">Weel may the keel row, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BONNY KEEL LADDIE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My bonny keel laddie for me O!</div> -<div class="verse">He sits in his keel as black as the deil,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he brings the white money to me O.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ha’ye seen owt o’ my canny man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ are ye shure he’s weel O?</div> -<div class="verse">He’s geane o’er land wiv a stick in his hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">T’ help to moor the keel O.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The canny keel laddie, the bonny keel laddie,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The canny keel laddie for me O;</div> -<div class="verse">He sits in his huddock, and claws his bare buttock,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And brings the white money to me O.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE LITTLE P.D.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There cam on a very strang gale,</div> -<div class="verse">The skipper look’d out o’ th’ huddock,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Crying, “Smash, man, lower th’ sail!</div> -<div class="verse">Smash, man, lower the sail,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or else to the bottom we’ll go:”</div> -<div class="verse">The keel and a’ hands wad been lost,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had it not been for Jemmy Munro.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The gale blew stranger an’ stranger,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When they cam beside the Muck House,</div> -<div class="verse">The skipper cry’d out—“Jemmy Swinger,”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But still was as fear’d as a mouse;</div> -<div class="verse">P.D. ran to clear th’ anchor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“It’s raffl’d!” right loudly he roar’d,—</div> -<div class="verse">They a’ said the gale wad sink her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If it was’nt seun thrawn owrboard.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The laddy ran sweaten, ran sweaten,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The laddy ran sweaten about;</div> -<div class="verse">Till the keel went bump ’gainst Jarrow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And three o’ th’ bullies lap out;</div> -<div class="verse">Three o’ th’ bullies lap out,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And left nyen in but little P.D.</div> -<div class="verse">Who ran about stamping and crying—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“How! smash, Skipper, what mun a’ dee?”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They all shouted out fra the kee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Steer her close in by th’ shore;</div> -<div class="verse">And then thraw th’ painter to me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou cat feac’d son of a wh—e.</div> -<div class="verse">The lad threw the painter ashore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They fasten’d her up to th’ kee,</div> -<div class="verse">But whe knaws how far she meit gane,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had it not been for little P.D.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then into th’ huddock they gat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And th’ flesh they began to fry,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> -<div class="verse">They talk’d o’ the gale as they sat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And how a’ hands were lost—very nigh.</div> -<div class="verse">The skipper roar’d out for a drink,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">P.D. ran to bring him the cann,</div> -<div class="verse">But odsmash! mun! what d’ye think?—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He coup’d a’ the flesh out o’ the pan!</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>MA’ CANNY HINNY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny?</div> -<div class="verse">An where hast’te been, ma’ bonny bairn?</div> -<div class="verse">Aw was up and down seekin ma’ hinny,</div> -<div class="verse">Aw was thro’ the town seekin for my bairn;</div> -<div class="verse">Aw went up the Butcher Bank and down Grundin Chare,</div> -<div class="verse">Call’d at the Dun Cow, but aw cuddent find thee there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">An where hast’te been, ma’ bonny bairn, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then aw went t’ th’ Cassel Garth, and caw’d on Johnny Fife.</div> -<div class="verse">The beer drawer tell’d me she ne’er saw thee in her life.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Where hast’te been, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then aw went into the three bulls heads, and down the Lang Stairs,</div> -<div class="verse">And a’ the way alang the Close, as far as Mr Mayor’s.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Where hast’te been, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fra there aw went alang the brig, an up t’ Jackson’s Chare,</div> -<div class="verse">Then back again t’ the Cross Keys, but cuddent find thee there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Where hast’te been, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then comin out o’ Pipergate, aw met wi’ Willy Rigg,</div> -<div class="verse">Whe tell’d me that he saw thee stannin p——n on the brig.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Where hast’te been, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Cummin alang the brig again, aw met wi’ Cristy Gee,</div> -<div class="verse">He tell’d me et he saw thee gannin down Humeses entery.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Where hast’te been, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where hev aw been! aw sune can tell ye that;</div> -<div class="verse">Cummin up the Key, aw met wi’ Peter Pratt,</div> -<div class="verse">Meetin Peter Pratt, we met wi’ Tommy Wear,</div> -<div class="verse">An went t’ Humeses t’ get a gill o’ beer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s where a’ve been, ma’ canny hinny,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s where a’ve been, ma’ bonny lam.</div> -<div class="verse">Wast’tu up an down seekin for yur hinny?</div> -<div class="verse">Wast’tu up an down seeking for yur lam.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then aw met yur Ben, an we were like to fight;</div> -<div class="verse">An when we cam to Sandgate it was pick night;</div> -<div class="verse">Crossin the road, aw met wi’ Bobby Swinny:</div> -<div class="verse">Hing on the girdle, let’s hev a singin hinny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw my sorrow’s ower now, a’ve fund my hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw my sorrow’s ower now, a’ve fund my bairn;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Lang may aw shout, ma’ canny hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Lang may aw shout, ma’ bonny bairn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>DOL LI A.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>A Song famous in Newcastle about the Years 1792-3-4.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street,</div> -<div class="verse indent8">Do li, do li,</div> -<div class="verse">My best friends here to meet,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Do li a,</div> -<div class="verse indent8">Dol li th’ dil len dol,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Do li, do li,</div> -<div class="verse indent8">Dol li th’ dil len dol,</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Dol li a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Black Cuffs is gawn away,</div> -<div class="verse indent8">Do li, do li,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> -<div class="verse">An that will be a crying day.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Do li a, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dolly Coxon’s pawn’d her sark,</div> -<div class="verse indent8">Do li, do li,</div> -<div class="verse">To ride upon the baggage cart.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Do li a, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Green Cuffs is cummin in,</div> -<div class="verse indent8">Do li, do li,</div> -<div class="verse">An that ’ill make the lasses sing.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Do li a, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE TYNE.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By J. Gibson, of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne!</div> -<div class="verse">Commerce and riches still are thine;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy sons in every art shall shine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And make thee more majestic flow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The busy crowd that throngs thy sides,</div> -<div class="verse">And on thy dusky bosom glides,</div> -<div class="verse">With riches swell thy flowing tides,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And bless the soil were thou dost flow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy valiant sons, in days of old,</div> -<div class="verse">Led by their Chieftains, brave and bold,</div> -<div class="verse">Fought not for wealth, or shining gold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But to defend thy happy shores.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So e’en as they of old have bled,</div> -<div class="verse">And oft embrac’d a gory bed,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy modern sons, by Ridleys led,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall rise to shield thy peace-crown’d shores.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor art thou blest for this alone,</div> -<div class="verse">That long thy sons in arms have shone;</div> -<div class="verse">For every art to them is known,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And science, form’d to grace the mind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Art, curb’d by War in former days,</div> -<div class="verse">Has now burst forth in one bright blaze;</div> -<div class="verse">And long shall his refulgent rays</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shine bright, and darkness leave behind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Muses too, with Freedom crown’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall on thy happy shores be found,</div> -<div class="verse">And fill the air with joyous sound</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of—War and Darkness’ overthrow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then roll thy way, thrice happy Tyne!</div> -<div class="verse">Commerce and riches still are thine!</div> -<div class="verse">Thy sons in arts and arms shall shine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And make thee still majestic flow.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BLACKETT’s FIELD.</h2> - -<p class="center">BY J. SHIELD, OF NEWCASTLE.</p> - -<p class="center">Tune—<i>John Anderson my Jo</i>.</p> - -<p>On account of the confined limits of the Parade Ground of the -Loyal Newcastle Associated Corps of Volunteer Infantry, it was found -necessary to lock the door during the time of drill, to prevent the -crowd interfering with the evolutions of the corps.—This circumstance -gave rise to the song.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(’Twas but the other day,)</div> -<div class="verse">Thus sung a melancholy wight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His pity-moving lay:—</div> -<div class="verse">How comes this alteration strange!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What can the matter be,</div> -<div class="verse">That the brave Association Lads</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are under lock and key?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah! lately, on a Sunday,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To dine I hardly staid,—</div> -<div class="verse">But from my beef and pudding ran,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">T’ attend the gay parade!</div> -<div class="verse">Now I may stay and pick my bones,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From anxious hurry free;</div> -<div class="verse">For the brave Association Lads</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are under lock and key!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A dimpling smile still grac’d my cheek,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Brave D——n when I saw;</div> -<div class="verse">’Twas worth a crown to hear him, too,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Exclaiming ‘<i>Kiver awa’!</i>’</div> -<div class="verse">But thus to feast my eyes and ears</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No more my lot shall be;</div> -<div class="verse">For the brave Association Lads</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are under lock and key!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To church now, when the bells are heard,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With snail-like pace I creep;</div> -<div class="verse">And there, in manner most devout,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Compose myself to sleep!</div> -<div class="verse">Thus cheerless pass the ling’ring hours,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So lately fraught with glee,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere the brave Association Lads</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Were under lock and key!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For pity’s sake, then, Ridley!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy <i>turnkeys</i> straight <i>discharge</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">And let thy armed Patriots</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Again be drill’d <i>at large</i>:</div> -<div class="verse">So shall my Sunday afternoons,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In <i>gazing</i>, joyous flee,</div> -<div class="verse">When the brave Association Lads</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ar’n’t under lock, and key!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Think—urg’d by curiosity,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To climb the Spital walls,</div> -<div class="verse">Should any of thy neighbours there,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sad, break their necks by falls.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> -<div class="verse">O would not such mischances dire</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Be justly charg’d on thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Who keeps the Association Lads</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus under lock and key?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Imagine not thy warriors brave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To glory who aspire,</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst thus <i>confin’d</i> in Blackett’s field,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their station much admire!</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! no; in <i>Heaton cellars</i> they</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Would rather chuse to be,</div> -<div class="verse">Most jovial, <i>carrying on the war</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All under lock and key!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whilst War’s horrific clangours</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Resound throughout the land,</div> -<div class="verse">Still may’st thou, gallant Ridley,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy town’s-men brave command:</div> -<div class="verse">And, oh! that with your martial toils</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Delighted I may be,</div> -<div class="verse">Ope wide the door of Blackett’s field;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then break the lock and key!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>KIVER AWA’.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like the wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The French our blest shores may invade!</div> -<div class="verse">But in arms are the <i>Gotham Invincibles seen</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And who’s of invasion afraid?</div> -<div class="verse">With ardour heroic each bosom inflames,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No dangers impress them with awe;</div> -<div class="verse">And merry they seem, when thus——exclaims,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye matrons be cheerful, ye virgins be gay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your protectors are valiant and true:</div> -<div class="verse">No more feel alarm’d, as your charms you survey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At what Frenchmen <i>may venture to do</i>;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> -<div class="verse">No danger shall reach you, no impudent Gaul,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall fill your soft bosoms with awe;</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst in tones energetic, thus —— can bawl,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’, Kiver awa”.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No more let the wight, to misfortune a prey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For relief to the bottle apply;</div> -<div class="verse">But to chace ev’ry painful remembrance away,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To <i>Parade</i> let him instantly hie;</div> -<div class="verse">There ——, whilst ardently toiling for fame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Each thorn from his bosom shall draw:</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! who can be sad, when they hear him exclaim,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Heav’n prosper thee, Gotham! thou famous old town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of the Tyne the chief glory and pride:</div> -<div class="verse">May thy heroes acquire immortal renown,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the dread field of Mars, when they’re try’d:</div> -<div class="verse">Amongst them, O ne’er may <i>flincher</i> be found;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that mirth they from <i>duty</i> may draw,</div> -<div class="verse">Long, long, through their ranks may these accents resound,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>November, 1804.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BRITANNIA’S VOLUNTEERS.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By S.G. Kemble, Esq. of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<p class="center">Tune—The Newcastle Volunteers’ quick March.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When unprovok’d, when foreign foes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When danger gave occasion,</div> -<div class="verse">Britannia’s Volunteers arose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To shield her from invasion.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And still whilst other nations bow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And lowly seek alliance,</div> -<div class="verse">Should France transgress again, they vow</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To hurl a bold defiance.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Sons of Tyne,—a youthful band,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With ardent resolution,</div> -<div class="verse">First arm’d to guard their native land,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their King and Constitution:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Again, whene’er the cause invites,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our liberties revering,</div> -<div class="verse">To guard those dear, those sacred rights,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ll go a volunteering.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The shepherd now, beneath his shed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At eve the dance provoking,</div> -<div class="verse">Takes up his lov’d neglected reed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Long days of Peace invoking.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To plough-shares tho’ our swords we turn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No more in arms appearing,</div> -<div class="verse">With Friendship still our bosoms burn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Kind actions volunteering.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>JOHN DIGGONS.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By J. Stawpert, of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—Old England’s Roast Beef.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">John Diggons be I, from a Country Town,</div> -<div class="verse">But the name is se lang and se bad to get down,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ I’ve swallow’d it often both morning and noon,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">At present excuse me the pain,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Oh! at present excuse me the pain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Father told I, this morning, with quickness to fly,</div> -<div class="verse">Away to Newcastle, I ask’d him for why?—</div> -<div class="verse">To learn something there, for her sons now stand high,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">They’ve been fighting the French off Cadiz,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">They’ve been fighting the French off Cadiz.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Well, father, says I, but I don’t much like;</div> -<div class="verse">For the Frenchmen, they say, are so given to strike,</div> -<div class="verse">Yes, unto an Englishman; that’s it, you tyke!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Have you never yet learn’d the <i>sea phrase</i>?</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Have you never yet learn’d the <i>sea phrase</i>?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why, as to your <i>sea frays</i>, I know not, dear dad,</div> -<div class="verse">But frays in our village are oftentimes bad,</div> -<div class="verse">And it must be much worse for a poor country lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To fight where he can’t run away,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To fight where he can’t run away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At last he insisted I’d come to this town,</div> -<div class="verse">And get some small knowledge of gaining renown,</div> -<div class="verse">Buy myself a blue jacket, and put off the clown,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And fight for my country and king,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And fight for my country and king.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But coming up street there, I coud’n’t get quick,</div> -<div class="verse">The folks on the pavement were standing se thick,</div> -<div class="verse">So I turn’d myself round, and lean’d over my stick,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And heard a poor beggar boy sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And heard a poor beggar boy sing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He sung how that Nelson had lately been shot;</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! I verily thought I’d have died on the spot,</div> -<div class="verse">For father told I that lead, e’en boiling hot,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wou’d ne’er take the life of this man,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wou’d ne’er take the life of this man.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At length the boy prov’d, e’er he ended his song,</div> -<div class="verse">That nature and valour, however so strong,</div> -<div class="verse">Must still bow to fate; so poor father was wrong:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And Nelson’s gon—dead after all,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And Nelson’s gon—dead after all.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But now I’m determin’d, since this is the case,</div> -<div class="verse">To write to Lord Collingwood straight for a place,</div> -<div class="verse">For they say he’s right fond of a North Country face:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">So I may chance to revenge Nelson’s wrongs,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">So I may chance to revenge Nelson’s wrongs.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Adieu, then, my friends, your best wishes I’ll take,</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! send them all good for your <i>Collingwood’s sake</i>!</div> -<div class="verse">For your Country and you his life’s oft been at stake,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Then bless him, and thank his brave Tars!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Then bless him, and thank his brave Tars!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’ll say that I left you all singing his praise,</div> -<div class="verse">And begging of Neptune more laurels to raise,</div> -<div class="verse">That in England you hope he’ll soon wear the green bays,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And be blest with his friends for past toils,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And be blest with his friends for past toils.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>TRAFALGAR’S BATTLE.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By the same.</i></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—Chapter of Kings.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong;</div> -<div class="verse">A battle, my friends, is the theme of my song;</div> -<div class="verse">Had it not been for this, and the sake of my king,</div> -<div class="verse">No mortal, I am sure, had forc’d me to sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And Nelson, that great man,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Who bother’d the Frenchmen,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">At Trafalgar’s great battle, and died.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His mem’ry must be to each Englishman dear,</div> -<div class="verse">For his heart in a battle had never met fear:</div> -<div class="verse">Should those that are left e’er encounter another,</div> -<div class="verse">We may hear something new from our Nelson’s brave Brother.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Who fought with that <i>great man</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Who bother’d the Frenchmen,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">At Trafalgar’s great battle, and died.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis Collingwood he, our Townsman and friend,</div> -<div class="verse">May heaven send Angels his life to attend,</div> -<div class="verse">To guard him through dangers on Oceans great space,</div> -<div class="verse">Returning in Peace may we all see his face.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To bless him, caress him,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">In kind words address him,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Ye Britons and <i>Sons</i> of the <i>Tyne</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though Nelson is dead, yet we ought not to mourn;</div> -<div class="verse">The laurels that deck his magnificent Urn,</div> -<div class="verse">Are sufficient for mortals that dwell here below;</div> -<div class="verse">Let Heaven’s great King other laurels bestow</div> -<div class="verse indent3">On him we adore,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Who fought off the shore,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">At Trafalgar’s great battle, and died.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Drink a toast, then, my friends, to his dear honour’d shade,</div> -<div class="verse">Each widow, each wife, every matron, and maid,</div> -<div class="verse">And though you lament for the loss of his blood,</div> -<div class="verse">Drink a health to our own, our brave Collingwood,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Who fought with that <i>great man</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">That bother’d the Frenchmen,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">At Trafalgar’s great battle, and died.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>CHESTER WELL.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By George Pickering, late of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians, and Tartars,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Kings, Princes, Queens, Nobles, and Bishops, I pray;</div> -<div class="verse">Ye Hottentots too, who to neatness are martyrs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Attend for a while to my wonderful lay.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">At Chester, they tell,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Is discover’d a well,</div> -<div class="verse">Which eases in man as in beast ev’ry torture;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Hyp, glanders, and evil,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">It sends to the devil,</div> -<div class="verse">And silence has seal’d up the pestle and mortar.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Oh Chester, Oh Chester!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">When maladies pester,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy liquid Catholicon eases our pain!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Mad Turks, Jews, Philistines,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Mad Quakers and Christians,</div> -<div class="verse">Are dipp’d into peace and good order again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No more of old Bath, oh ye medical asses!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With nose-kissing cane, and your full bottom’d wigs;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The Chester Well water in virtue surpasses;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ Bath cur’d the scab in prince Lud and his pigs.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Since the days of old Adam,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Or Eve, lovely madam,</div> -<div class="verse">No well was e’er found fit for drinking till now:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">As the liquid ye glut,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Tis as sweet as a nut,</div> -<div class="verse">While Bath’s an emetic for boar, pig, or sow.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Oh Chester, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The maiden who flies to her pillow in sorrow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who wakes with a sigh to the music of day;</div> -<div class="verse">By tasting to-night, may be happy to-morrow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And warble as blythe as the birds on the spray.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The tear shall cease flowing,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Her heart cease its glowing,</div> -<div class="verse">For plighted troth broken, no longer complain;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The bow and the dart,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">That occasion’d her smart,</div> -<div class="verse">’Squire Cupid may twang, but their twanging be vain.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Oh Chester, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And oh let the damsel, whose ringlets appear</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To be mournfully silvering over with grey;</div> -<div class="verse">Who sees in her glass, with dejection and fear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That Time’s with’ring hand bids her beauties decay:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Ne’er let her be fretful,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">But drink and be cheerful,</div> -<div class="verse">The stream both her thirst and her grief shall assuage:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">No more let her mourn,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">For her bloom shall return,</div> -<div class="verse">She shall cast off the sad, sober liv’ry of age.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Oh Chester, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The gouty old blades who have drank the clear liquid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Have snapp’d the fir crutches at seventy-seven;</div> -<div class="verse">And into the skulls, long incurably stupid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A portion of good common-sense has been driv’n.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">E’en the nose of the sot,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">As a heater red hot,</div> -<div class="verse">Or a flaming balloon which philosophy rears,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent3">When dipt in the water,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The luminous matter</div> -<div class="verse">Goes out with a <i>hiss</i>, and the blaze disappears.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Oh Chester, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then haste to the Well, both exotic and native,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A dip and a drink all your sorrows will root out;</div> -<div class="verse">Ye too who have groan’d ’neath the knife amputative,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Go plunge, and your heads, legs, <i>et cet’ra</i>, shall sprout out:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The tribe of empirics,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Shall howl in hysterics,</div> -<div class="verse">And man shall untortur’d fall into decay:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The pill and the potion,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The ungent and lotion,</div> -<div class="verse">In box and in bottle shall moulder away,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Oh Chester, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>NEWCASTLE BEER.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By John Cunningham.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And told at Olympus each Gallic defeat;</div> -<div class="verse">Glad Mars sent by Mercury orders express,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To summon the deities all to a treat:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blithe Comus was plac’d</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To guide the gay feast,</div> -<div class="verse">And freely declar’d there was choice of good cheer;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Yet vow’d to his thinking,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For exquisite drinking,</div> -<div class="verse">Their nectar was nothing to Newcastle beer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The great god of war, to encourage the fun,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And humour the taste of his whimsical guest,</div> -<div class="verse">Sent a message that moment to Moor’s<a name="FNanchor_2" id="FNanchor_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> for a tun</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of stingo, the stoutest, the brightest and best;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent4">No gods, they all swore,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Regal’d so before,</div> -<div class="verse">With liquor so lively, so potent, and clear:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And each deified fellow</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Got jovially mellow,</div> -<div class="verse">In honour, brave boys, of our Newcastle beer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Apollo, perceiving his talents refine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Repents he drank Helicon water so long;</div> -<div class="verse">He bow’d, being ask’d by the musical Nine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And gave the gay board an extempore song:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But ere he began,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">He toss’d off his cann:</div> -<div class="verse">There’s nought like good liquor the fancy to clear:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Then sang with great merit,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The flavour and spirit,</div> -<div class="verse">His godship had found in our Newcastle beer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twas stingo like this made Alcides so bold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It brac’d up his nerves, and enliven’d his pow’rs;</div> -<div class="verse">And his mystical club, that did wonders of old,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was nothing, my lads, but such liquor as ours.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The horrible crew</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That Hercules slew,</div> -<div class="verse">Were Poverty—Calumny—Trouble—and Fear:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Such a club would you borrow,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To drive away sorrow,</div> -<div class="verse">Apply for a jorum of Newcastle beer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye youngsters, so diffident, languid, and pale,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom love, like the cholic, so rudely infests;</div> -<div class="verse">Take a cordial of this, ’twill <i>probatum</i> prevail,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And drive the cur Cupid away from your breasts:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Dull whining despise,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Grow rosy and wise,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor longer the jest of good fellows appear;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Bid adieu to your folly,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Get drunk and be jolly,</div> -<div class="verse">And smoke o’er a tankard of Newcastle beer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye fanciful folk, for whom Physic prescribes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom bolus and potion have harrass’d to death!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Ye wretches, whom Law and her ill-looking tribes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Have hunted about ’till you’re quite out of breath!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Here’s shelter and ease,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">No craving for fees,</div> -<div class="verse">No danger—no doctor—no bailiff is near!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Your spirits this raises,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">It cures your diseases,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s freedom and health in our Newcastle beer.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_2" id="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> A great Beer House in Newcastle at that time, kept by Moor, at -the sign of the Sun.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>MY LORD ’SIZE;<br /> -<i>Or, Newcastle in an Uproar.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">By <span class="smcap">J. Shield</span>, of Newcastle.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose looks seem’d a passport for Botany Bay;</div> -<div class="verse">The lawyers, some <i>with</i> and some <i>wanting</i> a brief,</div> -<div class="verse">Around the green table were seated so gay:</div> -<div class="verse">Grave jurors and witnesses, waiting a call;</div> -<div class="verse">Attornies and clients, more angry than wise,</div> -<div class="verse">With strangers and town’s-people, throng’d the Guild-Hall,—</div> -<div class="verse">All waiting and gaping to see my <i>Lord ’Size</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oft stretch’d were their necks, oft erected their ears,</div> -<div class="verse">Still fancying they heard of the trumpets the sound,</div> -<div class="verse">When tidings arriv’d, which disolv’d them in tears,</div> -<div class="verse">That my Lord at the dead-house was then lying drown’d!</div> -<div class="verse">Straight left <i>tête a tête</i> were the jailor and thief;</div> -<div class="verse">The horror-struck crowd to the dead-house quick hies;</div> -<div class="verse">Ev’n the lawyers, forgetful of fee and of brief,</div> -<div class="verse">Set off, helter-skelter, to view my <i>Lord ’Size</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now the Sandhill with the sad tidings rings,</div> -<div class="verse">And the <i>tubs</i> of the <i>taties</i> are left to take care;</div> -<div class="verse">Fish-women desert their crabs, lobsters, and lings,</div> -<div class="verse">And each to the dead-house now runs like a hare.</div> -<div class="verse">The Glassmen, some <i>naked</i>, some <i>clad</i>, heard the news,</div> -<div class="verse">And off they ran smoking, like hot mutton-pies;</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst Castle-garth Tailors, like wild <i>Kangaroos</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Came, <i>tail-on-end</i> jumping, to see my <i>Lord ’Size</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The dead-house they reach’d, where his Lordship they found,</div> -<div class="verse">Pale, stretch’d on a plank, like themselves <i>out of breath</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Crowner</i> and Jury were seated around,</div> -<div class="verse">Most gravely enquiring the cause of his death.</div> -<div class="verse">No haste did they seem in, their task to complete,</div> -<div class="verse">Aware that from hurry mistakes often rise;</div> -<div class="verse">Or wishful, perhaps, of prolonging the treat</div> -<div class="verse">Of thus sitting in judgment upon my <i>Lord ’Size</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now the Mansion-house Butler thus gravely depos’d:—</div> -<div class="verse">“My Lord on the terrace seem’d studying his <i>charge</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">And when (as I thought) he had got it compos’d,</div> -<div class="verse">He went down the stairs and examin’d the barge.</div> -<div class="verse">First the stem he survey’d, then inspected the stern,</div> -<div class="verse">Then handled the tiller, and look’d mighty wise;</div> -<div class="verse">But he made a false step when about to return,</div> -<div class="verse">And souse in the river straight tumbled <i>Lord ’Size</i>.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now his narrative ended—the Butler retir’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst <i>Betty Watt</i>, mut’ring (half drunk) thro’ her teeth,</div> -<div class="verse">Declar’d, “in her <i>breest great consarn</i> it inspir’d,</div> -<div class="verse">That my Lord should sae <i>cullishly</i> come by his <i>deeth</i>.”</div> -<div class="verse">Next a keelman was call’d on, <i>Bold Archy</i> his name,</div> -<div class="verse">Who the book as he kiss’d shew’d the whites of his eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">Then he cut an odd caper, attention to claim,</div> -<div class="verse">And this evidence gave them respecting <i>Lord ’Size</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Aw was <i>setten</i> the keel, wi’ <i>Dick Stavers</i> an’ <i>Mat</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">An’ the Mansion-hoose Stairs we were just alangside,</div> -<div class="verse">When we a’ three <i>see’d sumthing</i>, but didn’t ken <i>what</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">That was <i>splashing</i> and <i>labbering</i> aboot i’ the tide.</div> -<div class="verse">“It’s a <i>fluiker</i>!” ki Dick; “No,” ki Mat, “it’s owre big,</div> -<div class="verse">“It luik’d mair like a <i>skyat</i> when aw furst see’d it rise:”</div> -<div class="verse">Kiv aw—for aw’d getten a gliff o’ the wig—</div> -<div class="verse">Odds marcy! Wye, marrows, becrike it’s <i>Lord ’Size</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sae aw huik’d him an’ hawl’d him suin into the keel,</div> -<div class="verse">An’ o’top o’ the huddock aw rowl’d him aboot;</div> -<div class="verse">An’ his belly aw rubb’d, an’ aw skelp’d his back weel,</div> -<div class="verse">But the wayter he’d drucken it wadn’t run oot.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Sae aw brought him ashore here, an’ doctors, in vain,</div> -<div class="verse">Furst <i>this</i> way, then <i>that</i>, to recover him tries;</div> -<div class="verse">For ye see there he’s lying as <i>deed</i> as a stane,—</div> -<div class="verse">An’ that’s a’ aw can tell ye about my <i>Lord ’Size</i>.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now the Jury for close consultation retir’d:</div> -<div class="verse">Some “<i>Death accidental</i>” were willing to find;</div> -<div class="verse">Some “<i>God’s visitation</i>” most eager requir’d,</div> -<div class="verse">And some were for “<i>Fell in the river</i>” inclin’d:</div> -<div class="verse">But ere on their verdict they all were agreed,</div> -<div class="verse">My Lord gave a groan, and wide open’d his eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">Then the coach and the trumpeters came with great speed,</div> -<div class="verse">And back to the Mansion-house carried <i>Lord ’Size</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BOB CRANKY’s ’SIZE SUNDAY.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By John Selkirk.</i></p> - -<p class="center">Set to Music by <span class="smcap">Thomas Train</span>, of Gateshead.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, mun,</div> -<div class="verse">’Bout huz see’n my Lord at the town, mun,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw seer aw was smart, now</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw’ll lay thee a quart, now</div> -<div class="verse">Nyen’ them aw cut a dash like Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When aw pat on my blue coat that shines se,</div> -<div class="verse">My jacket wi’ posies se fine see,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">My sark sic sma’ threed, man,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">My pig-tail se greet, man!</div> -<div class="verse">Od smash! what a buck was Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Blue stockings, white clocks, and reed garters,</div> -<div class="verse">Yellow breeks, and my shoon wi’ lang quarters,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw myed wour bairns cry,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Eh! sarties! ni! ni!</div> -<div class="verse">Sic verra fine things had Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Aw went to awd Tom’s and fand Nancy,</div> -<div class="verse">Kiv aw, Lass, thou’s myed to my fancy;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw like thou as weel</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As a stannin pye heel,</div> -<div class="verse">Ho’way to the town wi’ Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As up Jenny’s backside we were bangin,</div> -<div class="verse">Ki’ Geordy, How! where are ye gannin?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Weyt’ see my lord ’Sizes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But ye shanna gan aside us,</div> -<div class="verse">For ye’re not half se fine as Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ki’ Geordy, We leve i’ yen raw, weyet,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ yen corf we byeth gan belaw, weyet,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">At a’ things aw’ve play’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And to hew aw’m not flay’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Wi’ sic in a chep as Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bob hez thee at lowpin and flingin,</div> -<div class="verse">At the bool, foot-ball, clubby, and swingin:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Can ye jump up and shuffle,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And cross owre the buckle,</div> -<div class="verse">When ye dance? like the clever Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou naws, i’ my hoggars and drawers,</div> -<div class="verse">Aw’m nyen o’ your scarters and clawers:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Fra the trap door bit laddy,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">T’ the spletter his daddy,</div> -<div class="verse">Nyen handles the pick like Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So, Geordy, od smash my pit sarik!</div> -<div class="verse">Thou’d best had thy whisht about warik,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or aw’ll sobble thy body,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And myek thy nose bloody,</div> -<div class="verse">If thou sets up thy gob to Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nan laugh’d—t’church we gat without ’im;</div> -<div class="verse">The greet crowd, becrike, how aw hew’d ’em!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Smasht a keel-bully roar’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Clear the road! Whilk’s my lord?</div> -<div class="verse">Owse se high as the noble Bob Cranky.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Aw lup up an’ catch’d just a short gliff</div> -<div class="verse">O’ lord trial, the trumpets, and sheriff,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Wi’ the little bit mannies,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Se fine and se canny,</div> -<div class="verse">Ods heft! what a seet for Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then away we set off to the yell-house,</div> -<div class="verse">Wiv a few hearty lasses and fellows,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw tell’d owre the wig,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Se curl’d and se big;</div> -<div class="verse">For nyen saw’d se weel as Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Aw gat drunk, fit, and kick’d up a racket,</div> -<div class="verse">Rove my breeks and spoil’d a’ my fine jacket:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nan cry’d and she cuddled</div> -<div class="verse indent2">My hinny, thou’s fuddled,</div> -<div class="verse">Ho’way hyem now, my bonny Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So we stagger’d alang fra the town, mun,</div> -<div class="verse">Whiles gannin, whiles baith fairly down, mun:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Smash, a banksman or hewer,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">No not a fine viewer,</div> -<div class="verse">Durst jaw to the noble Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What care aw for my new suit, a’ tatters,</div> -<div class="verse">Twe black een—od smash a’ sic maters!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When my lord comes agyen, mun,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw’l strive every byen, mun,</div> -<div class="verse">To bang a’ wor Concern, ki’ Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O’ the flesh and breed day when wour bun’, mun,</div> -<div class="verse">Aw’l buy clase far bonnyer than thon, mun;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For, od smash my neavel!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As lang as wour yebble,</div> -<div class="verse">Let’s keep up the day, ki’ Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BOB CRANKY’s COMPLAINT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off,</div> -<div class="verse">To see ma lord wi’ wig se fine toss’d off,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But they mak a sang man</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw can’t tell how lang man,</div> -<div class="verse">All myeking a gam o’ Bob Cranky.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ma blue coat and pigtail’s my awn, wyet!</div> -<div class="verse">And when to Newcassel I gang, wyet!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw like to shaw town folks,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Whe se oft ca’ us gowks,</div> -<div class="verse">They ar’n’t se fine as Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If aw fin the Owther, as sure as a’m Bob,</div> -<div class="verse">A’ll mak him sing the wrang side o’ his gob,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A’ll gi’m sic sobbling</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A’ll set him hyem hobbling,</div> -<div class="verse">For myeking a gam o’ Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A’ll myek his noddle as reed as ma garters;</div> -<div class="verse">A’ve a lang stick, as weel as lang quarters,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Whilk a’ll lay ow’r his back,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">’Till he swears ne’er to mak</div> -<div class="verse">Ony mair sangs o’ Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Aw wonder the maist how he did spy,</div> -<div class="verse">What was dyun, when nobody was by—</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Some Conj’rer he maun be,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Sic as wi’ Punch aw did see,</div> -<div class="verse">Whilk myed the hair stand o’ Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our viewer sez aw can’t de better,</div> -<div class="verse">Than send him a story cull letter.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But writing a’ll let rest;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The pik fits ma hand best,</div> -<div class="verse">A pen’s owr sma for Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nan, whe a’ll marry or its very lang,</div> -<div class="verse">Sez, “Hinny, din’t mind the cull fellow’s sang,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“Gif he dis se agyan,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“Our schyul maister’s pen</div> -<div class="verse">“Shall tak pairt wi’ ma bonny Bob Cranky.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Ize warrn’t, gif aw weer my pillease,</div> -<div class="verse">“An ma hat myed of very sma strees;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“He’ll be chock full o’ spite,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“An about us will write,</div> -<div class="verse">“An say Ize owre fine for Bob Cranky.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Sure, Bobby,” says she, “his head’s got a crack,”</div> -<div class="verse">“Ne maiter,” sed I, an gov her a smack.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“Pilleases are tippy,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“Like shugar’s thy lippy,</div> -<div class="verse">“And thou shalt be wife to Bob Cranky.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Crankies, farrer back nor I naw,</div> -<div class="verse">Hae gyen to Sizes to see trumpets blaw,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Wi’ white sticks, an’ Sheriff,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But warn’t myed a sang of,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor laugh’d at, like clever Bob Cranky.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lord Sizes cums but yence a year, wyet!</div> -<div class="verse">To see his big wig a’ve ne fear, wyat!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So be-crike! while aw leeve,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thof wi’ lang sangs a’m deav’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Me Lord at the church shall see Cranky!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE BONNY GEATSIDERS.—1805.</h2> - -<p class="center">Tune—<i>Bob Cranky</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now,</div> -<div class="verse">Sae our thropples together we’ll weet now;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Aw’ve myed a new sang,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And to sing ye’t aw lang,</div> -<div class="verse">For it’s about the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of a’ the fine Volunteer corpses,</div> -<div class="verse">Whether <i>footmen</i>, or ridin o’ horses,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">’Tween the Tweed and the Tees,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Deel hae them that sees</div> -<div class="verse">Sic a corpse as the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whilk amang them can mairch, turn, an wheel sae?</div> -<div class="verse">Whilk their guns can wise off half sae weel sae?</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nay, for myeking a <i>crack</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Through England aw’l back</div> -<div class="verse">The Corpse of the Bonny Geatsiders.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When the time for parading nigh hand grows,</div> -<div class="verse">A’wash their sel’s clean i’ the sleek trough;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Fling off their black duddies,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Leave hammers and studdies,</div> -<div class="verse">And to drill—run the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Newcasel, for three weeks up-stannin,</div> -<div class="verse">On Permanent Duty they’re gannin;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And sune i’ th’ papers,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">We’s read a’ the capers,</div> -<div class="verse">O’ the corpse o’ the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Newcassel chaps fancy they’re clever,</div> -<div class="verse">And are vauntin and braggin for ever;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But they’ll find themselves wrang,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">If they think they can bang,</div> -<div class="verse">At soug’rin, the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Gen’ral sall see they can loup dykes,</div> -<div class="verse">Or mairch through whins, lair whooles, and deep sykes;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nay, to soom (at a pinch)</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Through Tyne, wad’nt flinch</div> -<div class="verse">The corpse o’ the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some think Billy Pitt’s nobbit hummin,</div> -<div class="verse">When he tells about Bonnepart cummin;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But come when he may,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">He’ll lang rue the day</div> -<div class="verse">He first meets wi’ the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like an anchor shank, smash! how they’ll clatter ’im,</div> -<div class="verse">And turn ’im, and skelp ’im, and batter ’im,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">His banes sall by pring,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Like a fryin pan ring,</div> -<div class="verse">When he meets wi’ the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let them ance get ’im into their taings weel,</div> -<div class="verse">Nae fear but they’ll give ’im his whaings weel;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And to Hazlett’s<a name="FNanchor_3" id="FNanchor_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> pond bring ’im,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And there in chains hing ’im;</div> -<div class="verse">What a seet for the Bonny Geatsiders!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now, marrows, to shew we’re a’ loyal,</div> -<div class="verse">And that, wi’ the King and Blood Royal,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">We’ll a’ soom or sink,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Quairts a piece let us drink,</div> -<div class="verse">To the brave and the Bonny Geatsiders.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_3" id="Footnote_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> A Pond on Gateshead Fell, so named on account of the Body -of Robert Hazlett being hung in Chains there, September, 1770, for -robbing the Mail.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BOB CRANKY’s ADIEU.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>On going with the Volunteer Association, from Gateshead to -Newcastle, on permanent Duty.</i></p> - -<p class="center">By <span class="smcap">John Shield</span>, of Newcastle.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aw’s fourc’d three weeks to leave thee;</div> -<div class="verse">Aw’s doon for <i>parm’ent duty</i> set,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O dinna let it grieve thee!</div> -<div class="verse">Ma hinny! wipe them e’en, sae breet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That mine wi’ love did dazzle;</div> -<div class="verse">When thy heart’s sad can mine be leet!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Come, ho’way get a jill o’ beer,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thy heart to cheer:</div> -<div class="verse">An’ when thou sees me mairch away,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Whiles in, whiles out</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O’ step, nae doot,</div> -<div class="verse">“Bob Cranky’s gane—” thou’lt sobbing say,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“A sougering to Newcassel!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, dinna, dinna whinge and whipe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like yammering Isbel Macky;</div> -<div class="verse">Cheer up, ma hinny! leet thy pipe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And take a blast o’ backy!</div> -<div class="verse">It’s but for yen and twenty days,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The foulks’s een aw’ll dazzle,—</div> -<div class="verse">Prood, swagg’ring i’ my fine reed claes:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Odds heft! my pit claes—dist thou hear?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Are waurse o’ wear;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Mind cloot them weel, when aw’s away;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">An’ a posie gown</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aw’ll buy thee soon,</div> -<div class="verse">An’ thou’s drink thy tea—aye, twice a-day,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When aw come frae Newcassel.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Becrike! aw’s up tiv every rig,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sae dinna doot, ma hinny!</div> -<div class="verse">But at the Blue stane o’ the Brig</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aw’ll ha’e ma mairching Ginny.</div> -<div class="verse">A Ginny! wuks! sae strange a seet</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ma een wi’ joy will dazzle;</div> -<div class="verse">But aw’ll hed spent that verra neet—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For money, hinny! owre neet to keep,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Wad brick ma sleep:</div> -<div class="verse">Sae, smash! aw thinks’t a wiser way,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Wi’ flesh and beer</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mysel’ to cheer,</div> -<div class="verse">The lang three weeks that aw’ve to stay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">A sougering at Newcassel.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But whisht! the sairgent’s tongue aw hear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Fa’ in! fa’ in!” he’s yelpin:</div> -<div class="verse">The fifes are whusslin’ lood an’ clear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ sair the drums they’re skelpin.</div> -<div class="verse">Fareweel, ma comely! aw mun gang,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Gen’ral’s een to dazzle;</div> -<div class="verse">But, hinny! if the time seems lang,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thou freets about me neet an’ day;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then come away,</div> -<div class="verse">Seek out the yell-house where aw stay,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">An’ we’ll kiss and cuddle;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">An’ mony a fuddle</div> -<div class="verse">Sall drive the langsome hours away,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When sougering at Newcassel.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> - -<h2>O NO, MY LOVE, NO.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By <span class="smcap">John Shield</span>, of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And aspects undaunted our Volunteers show,</div> -<div class="verse">Do you think, O my Delia! to join the brave fellows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My heart beats impatient? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the dawn of the day, their warm beds still forsaking,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To scamper thro’ <i>bogs</i>, or where prickly <i>whins</i> grow,</div> -<div class="verse">When I view them of pastimes so martial partaking,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Do I sicken with envy? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Array’d in full splendour, their arms brightly shining,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On <i>guard</i> or on <i>picquet</i>, when proudly they go,</div> -<div class="verse">(For the pleasures of <i>permanent duty</i> repining)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Do I sigh to go with them? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or think you that, eager to quell rude disorder,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What time our brave heroes shall face the dread foe,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ve determin’d to serve under Mr Recorder,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the tip-staff battalion? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What means, my lov’d Delia! that frown, now appearing?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Why, why does your brow such severity show?</div> -<div class="verse">And wherefore those glances, so cold and uncheering?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Do you think me a <i>poltroon</i>? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though I wear not a red coat, my honour’s untainted,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Coventry ne’er was I fated to go;</div> -<div class="verse">But, whilst with the <i>plan of removal</i> acquainted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can I, cruel, desert thee? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Soon war from thy home may a fugitive send thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Soon give thee of keels and their huddocks to know;</div> -<div class="verse">In the Voyage to Newburn who’ll succour and tend thee;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall the task be another’s? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then wear not my Delia! an aspect so chilling,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor doubt that with ardour heroic I glow;</div> -<div class="verse">But love’s dear delights shall I barter for <i>drilling</i>?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That smile methinks answers,—“O no, my love, no.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p> - -<h2>DELIA’s ANSWER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And aspects terrific proud Frenchmen still show,</div> -<div class="verse">Do you think, O my Colin! to join our brave fellows</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I e’er would forbid you? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the dawn of the day, my bed cheerly forsaking,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’d scamper thro’ <i>bogs</i>, or where prickly <i>whins</i> grow;</div> -<div class="verse">On a view of your martial manœuvres partaking,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I vow ne’er to leave you: O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Array’d in full splendour, your arms brightly shining,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On <i>guard</i> or on <i>picquet</i>, when proudly you go,</div> -<div class="verse">Or on <i>permanent duty</i>, do you think that, repining,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’d sighing reprove you? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or when you are called to quell rude disorder,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or with brother heroes shall face the dread foe,</div> -<div class="verse">If my honour I trusted to Mr Recorder,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will he fail to protect me? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What means, then, my Colin! that cold sweat appearing?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Why, why should your brow such timidity show?</div> -<div class="verse">And where are those glances so cold and uncheering?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall I think you a poltroon? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then, haste, wear a red coat, while your honour’s untainted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or to Coventry you may be fated to go;</div> -<div class="verse">And tho’ with the plan of removal acquainted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll not go to Newburn: O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Soon War from my home may a fugitive send me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And which way, or how, I’m not anxious to know;</div> -<div class="verse">For I’ll follow the lads that are arm’d to defend me:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall the task be another’s? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then wear not, my Colin! an aspect so chilling,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Let your breast now with ardour heroic but glow,</div> -<div class="verse">Then love’s dear delights will I barter for <i>drilling</i>:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You sure can’t refuse me? O no, my love, no.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE COLLIERS RANT.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As me and my marrow was ganning to wark,</div> -<div class="verse">We met with the devil, it was in the dark;</div> -<div class="verse">I up with my pick, it being in the neit,</div> -<div class="verse">I knock’d off his horns, likewise his club feet.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow the horses, Johnny my lad oh!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow them through, my canny lad oh!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow the horses, Johnny my lad oh!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Oh lad ly away, canny lad oh!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As me and my marrow was putting the tram,</div> -<div class="verse">The lowe it went out, and my marrow went wrang;</div> -<div class="verse">You would have laugh’d had you seen the gam,</div> -<div class="verse">The deil gat my marrow, but I gat the tram,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow the horses, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! marrow, oh! marrow, what dost thou think?</div> -<div class="verse">I’ve broken my bottle, and spilt a’ my drink;</div> -<div class="verse">I lost a’ my shin-splints among the great stanes,</div> -<div class="verse">Draw me t’ the shaft, it’s time to gan hame.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow the horses, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! marrow, oh! marrow, where hast thou been?</div> -<div class="verse">Driving the drift from the low seam,</div> -<div class="verse">Driving the drift from the low seam:</div> -<div class="verse">Had up the lowe, lad, deil stop out thy een!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow the horses, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! marrow, oh! marrow, this is wor pay week,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll get penny loaves and drink to our beek;</div> -<div class="verse">And we’ll fill up our bumper, and round it shall go,</div> -<div class="verse">Follow the horses, Johnny lad oh!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow the horses, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is my horse, and there is my tram;</div> -<div class="verse">Twee horns full of greese will make her to gang;</div> -<div class="verse">There is my hoggars, likewise my half shoon,</div> -<div class="verse">And smash my heart, marrow, my putting’s a’ done.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow the horses, Johnny my lad oh!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow them through my canny lad oh!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Follow the horses, Johnny my lad oh!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Oh lad ly away, canny lad oh!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - -<h2>WALKER PITS.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—Off she goes.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If I had another penny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I would have another gill;</div> -<div class="verse">I would make the fidlers play</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Bonny Lads of Byker Hill.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Byker Hill and Walker Shore,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Collery lads for ever more;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Byker Hill and Walker Shore,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Collery lads for ever more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When I cam to Walker wark,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I had ne coat nor ne pit sark;</div> -<div class="verse">But now aw’ve getten twe or three,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Walker pit’s deun weel for me.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Byker Hill and Walker shore,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Collery lads for ever more;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Byker Hill and Walker Shore,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Collery lads for ever more.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE BONNY PIT LADDIE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The bonny pit laddie for me, O!</div> -<div class="verse">He sits in his hole as black as a coal,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And brings the white siller to me, O!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The bonny pit laddie for me, O!</div> -<div class="verse">He sits on his cracket, and hews in his jacket,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And brings the white siller to me, O!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE PITMAN’s REVENGE AGAINST BUONAPARTE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hae ye heard o’ these wondrous dons,</div> -<div class="verse">That make this mighty fuss, man,</div> -<div class="verse">About invading Briton’s land?</div> -<div class="verse">I vow they’re wondrous spruce, man:</div> -<div class="verse">But little do the Frenchmen ken</div> -<div class="verse">About our loyal Englishmen;</div> -<div class="verse">Our collier lads are for cockades,</div> -<div class="verse">And guns to shoot the French, man.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Toll loll de roll de roll de roll.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then to parade the pitmen went,</div> -<div class="verse">Wi’ hearts both stout and strong, man;</div> -<div class="verse">Gad smash the French, we are so strang,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll shoot them ev’ry one, man:</div> -<div class="verse">Gad smash me sark if I would stick</div> -<div class="verse">To tumble them a’ down the pit,</div> -<div class="verse">As fast as I could thraw a coal,</div> -<div class="verse">I’d tumble them a’ down the hole,</div> -<div class="verse">And close her in aboon, man.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Toll loll, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Heads up, says one, ye silly sow,</div> -<div class="verse">Ye dinna mind the word, man:</div> -<div class="verse">Eyes right, says Tom, and wi’ a dam,</div> -<div class="verse">And march off at the word, man:</div> -<div class="verse">Did ever mortals see sic brutes,</div> -<div class="verse">To order me to lift my kutes?</div> -<div class="verse">Ad smash the fool, he stands and talks,</div> -<div class="verse">How can he learn me to walk,</div> -<div class="verse">That’s walk’d this forty year, man?</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Toll loll, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But should the Frenchmen shew their face</div> -<div class="verse">Upon our waggon ways, man,</div> -<div class="verse">Then there upon the road, you know,</div> -<div class="verse">We’d make them end their days, man:</div> -<div class="verse">Ay Bonaparte’s sel I’d take,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And throw him in the burning heap,</div> -<div class="verse">And with great speed I’d roast him deed;</div> -<div class="verse">His marrows then I wad nae heed,</div> -<div class="verse">We’d pick out a’ their een, man.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Toll loll, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Says Willy Dunn to loyal Tom,</div> -<div class="verse">Your words are all a joke, man;</div> -<div class="verse">For Geordy winna hae your help,</div> -<div class="verse">Ye’re sic kamstarie fowk, man:</div> -<div class="verse">Then Willy lad, we’ll rest in peace,</div> -<div class="verse">In hopes that a’ the wars may cease;</div> -<div class="verse">But I’s gie ye, Wull, to understand,</div> -<div class="verse">As lang as I can wield my hand,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s nane but George shall reign, man.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Toll loll, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Enough of this has shure been said,</div> -<div class="verse">Cry’d Cowardly Willy Dunn, man;</div> -<div class="verse">For should the Frenchmen come this way,</div> -<div class="verse">We’d be ready for to run, man.</div> -<div class="verse">Gad smash you for a fool, says Tom,</div> -<div class="verse">For if I could not use my gun,</div> -<div class="verse">I’d take my pick, I’d hew them down,</div> -<div class="verse">And run and cry through a’ the town,</div> -<div class="verse">God save great George our king, man.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Toll loll, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE COLLIERS’ PAY WEEK.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Baff week is o’er—no repining—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Pay-Saturday’s swift on the wing;</div> -<div class="verse">At length the blythe morning comes shining,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When kelter makes colliers sing:</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis Spring, and the weather is cheary,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The birds whistle sweet on the spray;</div> -<div class="verse">Now coal working lads, trim and airy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Newcastle town hie away.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Those married jog on with their <i>hinnies</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their canny bairns go by their side;</div> -<div class="verse">The daughters keep teazing their minnies</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For new cloaths to keep up their pride:</div> -<div class="verse">They plead—Easter Sunday does fear them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For, if they have nothing that’s new,</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Crow</i>, spiteful bird! will besmear them;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oh then! what a sight for to view!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The young men, full blithsome and jolly,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">March forward, all decently clad;</div> -<div class="verse">Some lilting up, “<i>Cut-and-dry, Dolly</i>,”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some singing, “<i>The bonny Pit Lad</i>:”</div> -<div class="verse">The pranks that were play’d at last binding</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Engage some in humourous chat;</div> -<div class="verse">Some halt by the way-side on finding</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Primroses to place in their hat.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bob Cranky, Jack Hogg, and Dick Marley,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bill Hewitt, Luke Carr, and Tom Brown,</div> -<div class="verse">In one jolly squad set off early</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From Benwell to Newcastle town:</div> -<div class="verse">Such hewers as they (none need doubt it)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ne’er handled a shovel or pick;</div> -<div class="verse">In high or low seam they could suit it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In regions next door to Old Nick.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some went to buy hats and new jackets,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And others to see a bit fun;</div> -<div class="verse">And some wanted leather and tackets</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To cobble their canny pit shoon:</div> -<div class="verse">Save the ribbon Dick’s dear had requested,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(Aware he had plenty of chink)</div> -<div class="verse">There was no other care him infested,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unless ’twere his care for good drink.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">[In the morning the dry man advances</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To purl-shop to toss off a gill,</div> -<div class="verse">Ne’er dreading the ills and mischances</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Attending on those who <i>sit still</i>:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The drink, Reason’s monitor quelling,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Inflames both the brain and the eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">The inchantment commenc’d, there’s no telling</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When care-drowning tipplers will rise.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O <span class="smcap">Malt</span>! we acknowledge thy powers</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What <i>good</i> and what <i>ill</i> dost thou brew!</div> -<div class="verse">Our good <i>friend</i> in moderate hours—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our <i>enemy</i> when we get fu’:</div> -<div class="verse">Could thy vot’ries avoid the fell furies</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So often awaken’d by thee,</div> -<div class="verse">We would seldom need Judges or Juries</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To send folk to Tyburn tree!]</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At length in Newcastle they centre—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In <i>Hardy’s</i>,<a name="FNanchor_4" id="FNanchor_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> a house much renown’d,</div> -<div class="verse">The jovial company enter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where stores of good liquor abound:</div> -<div class="verse">As quick as the servants could fill it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(Till emptied was quarts half a score)</div> -<div class="verse">With heart-burning thirst down they swill it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thump on the table for more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While thus in fine cue they are seated,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Young cock-fighting Ned from the Fell<a name="FNanchor_5" id="FNanchor_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Peep’d in—his “<i>How dye?</i>” repeated,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hop’d they were all very well;</div> -<div class="verse">He swore he was pleased to see them—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One rose up to make him sit down,</div> -<div class="verse">And join in good fellowship wi’ them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For him they would spend their last crown.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The liquor beginning to warm them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In friendship the closer they knit,</div> -<div class="verse">And tell and hear jokes—and, to charm them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Comes <span class="smcap">Robin</span>, from Denton-Bourn pit;</div> -<div class="verse">An odd witty, comical fellow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At either a jest or a tale,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Especially when he was mellow</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With drinking stout Newcastle ale.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With bousing, and laughing, and smoking,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The time slippeth swiftly away;</div> -<div class="verse">And while they are ranting and joking</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The church-clock proclaims it mid-day;</div> -<div class="verse">And now for black-puddings, long measure,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They go to <span class="smcap">Tib Trollibag’s</span> stand,</div> -<div class="verse">And away bear the glossy rich treasure,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With joy, like curl’d bugles in hand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now a choice house they agreed on,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not far from the head of the Quay;</div> -<div class="verse">Where they their black puddings might feed on</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And spend the remains of the day;</div> -<div class="verse">Where pipers and fiddlers resorted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To pick up the straggling pence,</div> -<div class="verse">And where the pit lads often sported</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their money at Fiddle and Dance.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Blind Willie</span><a name="FNanchor_6" id="FNanchor_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> the fidler sat scraping,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In corner just as they went in:</div> -<div class="verse">Some Willington callants were shaking</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their feet to his musical din:</div> -<div class="verse">Jack vow’d he would have some fine cap’ring,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As soon as their dinner was o’er,</div> -<div class="verse">With the lassie that wore the white apron,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now reeling about on the floor.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their hungry stomachs being eased,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And gullets well clear’d with a glass,</div> -<div class="verse">Jack rose from the table and seized</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The hand of the frolicsome lass.</div> -<div class="verse">“Ma hinny!” says he, “pray excuse me—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To ask thee to dance I make free.”</div> -<div class="verse">She reply’d, “I’d be loth to refuse thee!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now fiddler play—“Jigging for me.””</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The damsel displays all her graces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The collier exerts all his power,</div> -<div class="verse">They caper in circling paces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And <i>set</i> at each end of the floor:</div> -<div class="verse">He jumps, and his heels knack and rattle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At turns of the music so sweet</div> -<div class="verse">He makes such a thundering brattle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The floor seems afraid of his feet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This couple being seated, rose Bob up,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He wish’d to make one in a jig;</div> -<div class="verse">But a Wellington lad set his gob up,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O’er him there should none “<i>run the rig</i>.”</div> -<div class="verse">For now ’twas his turn for a caper,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he would dance first as he’d rose;</div> -<div class="verse">Bob’s passion beginning to vapour,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He twisted his opponent’s nose.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Willington lads, for their Franky,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Jump’d up, to revenge the foul deed;</div> -<div class="verse">And those in behalf of Bob Cranky</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sprung forward—for now there was need.</div> -<div class="verse">Bob canted the form, with a kevel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As he was exerting his strength;</div> -<div class="verse">But he got on the lug such a <i>nevel</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That down he came all his long length.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tom Brown, from behind the long table,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Impatient to join in the fight,</div> -<div class="verse">Made a spring, some rude foe to disable,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For he was a man of some might:</div> -<div class="verse">Misfortune, alas! was attending,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An accident fill’d him with fear;</div> -<div class="verse">An old rusty nail his flesh rending,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oblig’d him to slink in the rear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When sober, a mild man was Marley,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">More apt to join friends than make foes;</div> -<div class="verse">But rais’d by the juice of the barley,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He put in some sobbling blows.</div> -<div class="verse">And cock-fighting Ned was their Hector,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A courageous fellow, and stout:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> -<div class="verse">He stood their bold friend and protector,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thump’d the opponents about.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All hand-over-head, topsy turvy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They struck with fists, elbows, and feet,</div> -<div class="verse">A Wellington callant, called Gurvy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was top-tails tost over the seat:</div> -<div class="verse">Luke Carr had one eye clos’d entire;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And what is a serio-farce,</div> -<div class="verse">Poor Robin was cast on the fire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His breeks torn and burnt off his a—e.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh, Robin! what argued thy speeches?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Disaster now makes thee quite mum;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy wit could not save the good breeches,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That mencefully cover’d thy bum:</div> -<div class="verse">To some slop-shop now thou may go trudging,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And lug out some squandering coins;</div> -<div class="verse">For now ’tis too late to be grudging,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou cannot go home with bare groins.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How the warfaring companies parted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Muse chuseth not to proclaim;</div> -<div class="verse">But, ’tis thought, that, being rather down-hearted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They quietly went—“toddling hame.”</div> -<div class="verse">Now ye Collier callants, so clever,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Residing ’tween Tyne and the Wear,</div> -<div class="verse">Beware, when you fuddle together,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of making too free with strong beer.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_4" id="Footnote_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Sign of the Black Boy, Groat Market.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_5" id="Footnote_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Gateshead Fell.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_6" id="Footnote_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> William Purvis, a blind fidler so called.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE QUAYSIDE SHAVER.</h2> - -<p>Formerly on the Sandhill, and afterwards on the Quay, near the -Bridge, were people (chiefly women) who, in the open street, on market -days, performed the office of Barber.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On each market day, Sir, the folks to the Quay, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Go flocking with beards they have seven days worn.</div> -<div class="verse">And round the small grate, Sir, in crowds they all wait, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To get themselves shav’d in a rotative turn;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Old soldiers on sticks, Sir, about politics, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Debate—till at length they quite heated have grown;</div> -<div class="verse">May nothing escape, Sir, until <i>Madame Scrape</i>, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Cries, “Gentlemen, who is the next to sit down?”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A medley the place is, of those that sell laces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With fine shirt-neck buttons, and good cabbage nets;</div> -<div class="verse">Where match-men, at meeting, give a kind greeting,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ask one another how trade with them sets:</div> -<div class="verse">Join’d in with <i>Tom Hoggars</i> and little <i>Bob Nackers</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who wander the streets in their fuddling gills;</div> -<div class="verse">And those folks with bags, Sir, who buy up old rags, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That deal in fly-cages, and paper windmills.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There pitmen, with baskets and gay posey waistcoats,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Discourse about nought but whee puts and hews best:</div> -<div class="verse">There keelmen, just landed, swear may they be stranded,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If they’re not shav’d first while their keel’s at the <i>Fest</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">With a face of coal dust, would frighten one almost,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thro’ off hat and wig, while they usurp the chair;</div> -<div class="verse">While others stand looking, and think it provoking,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But, for the insult, to oppose them none dare.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When under the chin, Sir, she tucks the cloth in, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their old quid they’ll pop in the pea-jacket cuff;</div> -<div class="verse">And while they are sitting, do nought but keep spitting,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And looking around with an air fierce and bluff:</div> -<div class="verse">Such tales as go round, Sir, would be sure to confound, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And puzzle the prolific brain of the wise;</div> -<div class="verse">But when she prepares, Sir, to take off the hair, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With lather, she whitens them up to the eyes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No sooner the razor is laid on the face, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then painful distortions take place on the brow;</div> -<div class="verse">But if they complain, Sir, they’ll find it in vain, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She’ll tell them there’s nought but what <i>Patience</i> can do;</div> -<div class="verse">And as she scrapes round ’em, if she by chance wound ’em,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ll cry out as tho’ she’d bereav’d them of life,</div> -<div class="verse">“’Od smash your brains, woman! I find the blood’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“I’d rather been shav’d with an au’d gully knife!”</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For all they can say, Sir, she still rasps away, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sweeps round their jaw, the chop torturing tool;</div> -<div class="verse">Till they in a pet, Sir, request her to whet, Sir:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But she gives them for answer, “Sit still you pist fool!”</div> -<div class="verse">For all their repining, their twisting and twining,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She forward proceeds till she’s mown off the hair;</div> -<div class="verse">When finish’d, cries, “There Sir;” then straight from the chair, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ll jump, crying, “Daresay you’ve scrap’d the bone bare!”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>SWALWELL HOPPING.</h2> - -<p class="center">By J.S. of Gateshead.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune—“Paddy’s Wedding.”</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">Lads! myek a ring,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">An’ hear huz sing</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The sport we had at Swalwell-o;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wour merry play,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">O’ th’ Hoppen day?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Howay! marrows, an’ aw’ll tell you-o.</div> -<div class="verse">The sun shines warm on Whickham bank,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Let’s aw lye down at Dolly’s-o,</div> -<div class="verse">An’ hear ’bout mony a funny prank</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Play’d by the lads at Crowley’s-o.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">There was Sam, O zoons!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wiv’s pantaloons,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ gravat up owre his gobby-o;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">An’ Willy, thou,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wi’ th’ jacket blue,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou was the varra Bobby-o:</div> -<div class="verse">There was knack knee’d Mat, wiv’s purple suit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ hopper-a—s’d Dick, a’ yellow-o:</div> -<div class="verse">Great Tom was there wi’ H—ple’s awd coat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ bucksheen’d Bob fra Stella-o.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">When we wour drest,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">It was confest,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We shemm’d the cheps fra Newcassel-o:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">So away we set</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To wour town gyet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To jeer them a’ as they pass’d us-o;</div> -<div class="verse">We shouted some, and some dung down—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lobstrop’lus fellows, we kick’d them-o:</div> -<div class="verse">Some culls went hyem, some crush’d to town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some gat about by Whickham-o.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">The spree com on—</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The hat was won</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By carrot-pow’d Jenny’s Jacky-o:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">What a fyess, begok!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Had buckle-mouth’d Jock,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When he twin’d his jaws for the backy-o!</div> -<div class="verse">The kilted lasses fell tid pell mell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wi’—Tally-i-o the grinder-o—</div> -<div class="verse">The smock was gi’en to slavering Nell;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye’d dropp’d had ye been behind her-o.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">Wour dance began,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Awd buck-tyuth’d Nan,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’, Geordy, thou’d Jen Collin-o:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">While the merry black,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wi’ monny a crack,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Set the tamborine a rolling-o.</div> -<div class="verse">Like wour forge hammer we bet se true,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An shuk Raw’s house se soundly-o:</div> -<div class="verse">Tuff canna cum up wi’ Crowley’s crew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor thump the tune se roundly-o.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">Then Gyetside Jack,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wiv’s bloody back,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wad dance wi’ goggle-ey’d Mally-o;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">But up cam Nick,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">An’ gav him a kick,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ a canny bit kind of a fally-o:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> -<div class="verse">That day a’ Hawk’s blacks may rue,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They gat monny a verra sair clanker-o;</div> -<div class="verse">Can they de ouse wi’ Crowley’s crew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Frev a needle tiv a anchor-o?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">What’s that to say</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To the bonny fray</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We had wi’ skipper Robin-o:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The keel bullies a’,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Byeth great and sma’,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Myed a bu——ly tide o’ the Hoppen-o.</div> -<div class="verse">Gleed Will cry’d, <i>Ma-a!</i> up lup awd Frank,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ Robin that marry’d his dowter-o:</div> -<div class="verse">We hammer’d their ribs like a anchor shark</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They fand it six weeks after-o.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">Bald pyet Jone Carr</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wad hev a bit spar,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To help his marrows away wid-o:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">But poor awd fellow,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">He’d getten ower mellow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So we down’d byeth him and Davy-o:</div> -<div class="verse">Then Petticoat Robin jumpt up agyen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wiv’s gully to mercykree huz a’,</div> -<div class="verse">But Willanton Dan laid him flat wiv a styen:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hurro! for Crowley’s crew, boys a’!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">Their hash was sattled,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">So off we rattled,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ jigg’d it up se hearty-o?</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Wi’ monny a shiver,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">An’ lowp se clever,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can Newcassel turn out sec a party-o?</div> -<div class="verse">When, wheit dyun ower, the fidlers went,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We stagger’d a hint see merry-o:</div> -<div class="verse">An’ thro’ wour town, till fairly spent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Roar’d—Crowley’s Crew an’ Glory-o!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE SANDGATE GIRL’s LAMENTATION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I was a young maiden truly,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And lived in Sandgate street;</div> -<div class="verse">I thought to marry a good-man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To keep me warm at neit.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Some good-like body, some bonny body,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To be with me at noon;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But last I married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And my good days are done.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I thought to marry a parson,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To hear me say my prayers;</div> -<div class="verse">But I have married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he kicks me down the stairs.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">An ill-far’d, ugly loon;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And I have married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And my good days are done.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I thought to marry a dyer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To die my apron blue;</div> -<div class="verse">But I have married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he makes me sorely rue.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">An ill-far’d, ugly loon;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And I have married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And my good days are done.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I thought to marry a joiner,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To make me chair and stool;</div> -<div class="verse">But I have married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he’s a perfect fool.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">An ill-far’d, ugly loon;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And I have married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And my good days are done.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I thought to marry a sailor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To bring me sugar and tea;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But I have married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that he lets me see.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He’s an ugly body, a bubbly body,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">An ill-far’d, ugly loon;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And I have married a keelman,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And my good days are done.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2><i>A curious Description of the City of Sandgate</i>,<br /> -Wrote some Years ago.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My muse took flight the other day,</div> -<div class="verse">And rambling carelessly, astray;</div> -<div class="verse">I set my thoughts a wand’ring too,</div> -<div class="verse">The fleeting rover to pursue.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet as she has an itching still,</div> -<div class="verse">To mount the great Parnassus hill,</div> -<div class="verse">I straightway thither did repair,</div> -<div class="verse">But found she never had been there;</div> -<div class="verse">That being too divine a place,</div> -<div class="verse">For her to chant unhallow’d lays;</div> -<div class="verse">When turning quick my eye around</div> -<div class="verse">On Tindale’s shore, the wand’rer found,</div> -<div class="verse">Where she was taking a survey,</div> -<div class="verse">Of all that in her compass lay;</div> -<div class="verse">A medley of such objects rose,</div> -<div class="verse">Which pen but faintly can disclose;</div> -<div class="verse">But being in a merry pin,</div> -<div class="verse">And to describe them did begin:—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Sandgate’s the devil’s besom sure,</div> -<div class="verse">With which oft times he sweeps the floor;</div> -<div class="verse">The air’s with glasshouse smoke infected,</div> -<div class="verse">Confusion of all kinds collected;</div> -<div class="verse">Nothing but murm’ring, noise, and swearing,</div> -<div class="verse">Shocks your conscience, grates your hearing.</div> -<div class="verse">The women black, red, tawny, grey,</div> -<div class="verse">Who seldom go to church to pray;</div> -<div class="verse">Who’s sides are ne’er to stays confin’d,</div> -<div class="verse">To cramp their natural ease behind.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Nor modestly do they think shame,</div> -<div class="verse">To act what I don’t chuse to name;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor do they stop, when they think meet,</div> -<div class="verse">To act their lewdness in the street;</div> -<div class="verse">Whole lots of them do nightly sport,</div> -<div class="verse">With black and grey, and every sort:</div> -<div class="verse">Oft in a cannhouse you may view,</div> -<div class="verse">A gang of this sweet scented crew.</div> -<div class="verse">Who when they grow a little mellow,</div> -<div class="verse">Begin to sing and swear and bellow;</div> -<div class="verse">Like madmen in a rage or fury,</div> -<div class="verse">Not fearing either judge or jury;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor do I err much when I tell,</div> -<div class="verse">They’ve little dread of heav’n or hell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The wife her husband thus addresses,</div> -<div class="verse">With doubled fist and flowing tresses,—</div> -<div class="verse">“Come, Tom, make haste, let us away,</div> -<div class="verse">The tide flows high, we cannot stay.”</div> -<div class="verse">“Nay, answers Tom, deel smash my heart!</div> -<div class="verse">Let us but have the other quart.”</div> -<div class="verse">She then begins to sing a song,</div> -<div class="verse">Would frighten any man but Tom,—</div> -<div class="verse">“You idle spendthrift, scant of grace,</div> -<div class="verse">I wish I ne’er had seen your face;</div> -<div class="verse">A cleanlier lass was never bred,</div> -<div class="verse">When I came to your bridal bed.</div> -<div class="verse">Had fouth of claiths to clead my back,</div> -<div class="verse">But now I’ve scarce a single plack:</div> -<div class="verse">You’ve left me bare of bed and claiths,</div> -<div class="verse">Deel brust you, by your graceless ways;</div> -<div class="verse">And when you’re drunk as you can see,</div> -<div class="verse">Come home and curse the bairns and me.</div> -<div class="verse">Turn topsy turvy all the house,</div> -<div class="verse">And every thing in it abuse;</div> -<div class="verse">Throw all the dishes off the shelf,</div> -<div class="verse">The platters, dubblers, and the delf.</div> -<div class="verse">And set the plates and spoons, in joke,</div> -<div class="verse">A flying round the room like smoke:</div> -<div class="verse">And when your family’s in need,</div> -<div class="verse">And like to starve for want of breed,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> -<div class="verse">You’ll grudge for haver-meal to pay,</div> -<div class="verse">To make them crowdies once a day.</div> -<div class="verse">These are your pranks, you murd’ring rogue,</div> -<div class="verse">That every day you have in vogue;</div> -<div class="verse">And if you do not mend your course,</div> -<div class="verse">I must go beg—or else do worse.”</div> -<div class="verse">Tom out his hand at last did stretch,</div> -<div class="verse">“What ails you now? you grumbling bitch,</div> -<div class="verse">Peace! or your hide I’ll soundly switch.</div> -<div class="verse">Do not I almost ev’ry day,</div> -<div class="verse">At the <i>lang hinney’s</i> o’er the way,</div> -<div class="verse">See Geordy Jenkin’s wife and you,</div> -<div class="verse">Drinking clove waters till you spue!</div> -<div class="verse">Go to the devil with your brats,</div> -<div class="verse">And vex me not with d——’d pit-rats,</div> -<div class="verse">That are not all of my begetting,</div> -<div class="verse">But plants of other people’s setting.</div> -<div class="verse">Since you have oft, by your confession,</div> -<div class="verse">From my embraces made digression,</div> -<div class="verse">Go home, G-d d—n your soul, and spin,</div> -<div class="verse">Or else, by L—d, I’ll lamb your skin.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus fast unto destruction hasting,</div> -<div class="verse">Their health consuming, money wasting;</div> -<div class="verse">They drink, and ne’er for home declare,</div> -<div class="verse">Until they’re pockets are quite bare.</div> -<div class="verse">Here mangy Scots from banks of Tay,</div> -<div class="verse">With scarce a plaid to bear away;</div> -<div class="verse">Half-starv’d, they from the frozen North,</div> -<div class="verse">Like swarms of locusts, sally forth,</div> -<div class="verse">Worse than before, on Pharaoh’s land,</div> -<div class="verse">Were sent by the Almighty hand;</div> -<div class="verse">Such hardness of their hearts to purge,</div> -<div class="verse">And for their wickedness them scourge:</div> -<div class="verse">This mugletonian blackguard breed,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon our very vitals feed;</div> -<div class="verse">And, like the whelps of Juno’s pack,</div> -<div class="verse">Of Scots infection bring a smack;</div> -<div class="verse">When hither come, they seldom fail</div> -<div class="verse">To scrape the scabs from off their tail;</div> -<div class="verse">By artful tricks, and well form’d lies,</div> -<div class="verse">To skippers or such like, they rise:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And thus get breeches warm to wear,</div> -<div class="verse">To hide their a—e that then was bare;</div> -<div class="verse">And then set up their crops and talk,</div> -<div class="verse">As if they sprung from noble stalk.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">At midnight these, and such like sots,</div> -<div class="verse">With noddles full, from stinking pots</div> -<div class="verse">Of rank geneva, and of rum,</div> -<div class="verse">They raise a scent where’er they come;</div> -<div class="verse">Reel, cursing, in a grumbling tone,</div> -<div class="verse">In some dark lane, where sun ne’er shone,</div> -<div class="verse">But darkness dire, surrounds the place,</div> -<div class="verse">An emblem of their foul disgrace:</div> -<div class="verse">Oft in a house decay’d with age,</div> -<div class="verse">Which scarce will bear the winter’s rage;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose crazy outshots threat’ning hing</div> -<div class="verse">About their ears, a peal to ring;</div> -<div class="verse">They tumble in one common bed,</div> -<div class="verse">Where all are there promiscuous laid;</div> -<div class="verse">And ten to one, but as they fall,</div> -<div class="verse">They break their heads against the wall;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor do they mind to choose their wives,</div> -<div class="verse">With whom they’re bound to lead their lives;</div> -<div class="verse">But to the first they come do keep,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, if they’re drunk, they fall asleep.</div> -<div class="verse">If not, there’s oft a general horning</div> -<div class="verse">Takes place before the next day morning.—</div> -<div class="verse">Gomorrah ne’er could fuller be</div> -<div class="verse">Than <i>Sandgate</i> with impiety,</div> -<div class="verse">So cramm’d with immorality</div> -<div class="verse">Is every one, that if there be</div> -<div class="verse">A place on earth resembling hell,</div> -<div class="verse">That lot on <i>Sandgate</i> surely fell:—</div> -<div class="verse">Each soul’s as bad as —— I’ll prove it.</div> -<div class="verse">This is <i>Sandgate</i>,—can you love it?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE CROW’S NEST,</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Built on the Top of the Exchange Steeple<a name="FNanchor_7" id="FNanchor_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a>; with a Prophecy, -by One of the Crows, of what is to happen the Nation, and -particularly the Town of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When war’s destructive rage did cease,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In fatal, humbling, <i>eighty-three</i>,<a name="FNanchor_8" id="FNanchor_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And men were blest again with peace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We wond’rous prodigies did see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Thirteen (once prescribed) States,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Doom’d by the hangman’s cord to die;</div> -<div class="verse">Great kings (so th’ will’d all pow’rful fates)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Before them almost prostrate lie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then fair Italia’s classic ground,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And rich Sicilia’s beauteous shore,</div> -<div class="verse">With palaces and temples crown’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Alas! alas! are now no more<a name="FNanchor_9" id="FNanchor_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But stranger prodigies than these</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Appear in Britain’s happy land,</div> -<div class="verse">(They say, “that wonders never cease,”)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For North and Fox go hand in hand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">R—h—d and S—d—ch, of one mind,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all their mutual wrongs forgive,</div> -<div class="verse">(What wonders can be left behind!)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And henceforth like twin brothers live.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The frenzy seiz’d the feather’d race,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For (now when <i>Pitt</i> would mend the nation)</div> -<div class="verse">The crows on Captain Stephenson’s trees,</div> -<div class="verse">Sat, settling plans of reformation.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">An aged Rook perch’d on a bough,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With hoary head and jetty wing,</div> -<div class="verse">His plumy neighbours round him drew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Britain’s fate he thus did sing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Listen, ye Crows, my brethren all,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hear what my ill-boding mind</div> -<div class="verse">Fortells—Britannia soon must fall!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I snuff its ruin in the wind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For kings, by tyranny, have driven</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fair Freedom from Europa’s States;</div> -<div class="verse">(Freedom! thou choicest gift of Heaven!)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then hear the doom fix’d by the fates:—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Since men the heavenly gift despise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And o’er th’ Atlantic Freedom’s fled,</div> -<div class="verse">Plagues, famine, tyranny, and wars shall rise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And endless woes shall all succeed!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Let’s search for th’ <span class="smcap">Achans</span> in the camp,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That thus have caus’d our Israel’s woes;</div> -<div class="verse">—Yes, kings, and all the bishop-stamp,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I dread, have been the lurking foes!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For never shall the land have peace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As good Lord George<a name="FNanchor_10" id="FNanchor_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a>, and David say?</div> -<div class="verse">Till from our isle we banish these,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And drive such rogues a-cross the sea.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sable crowd croak’d hoarse applause,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And highly charm’d were with th’ oration,</div> -<div class="verse">Till one fierce crow their notice draws,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who thus address’d the feather’d nation:—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Rebels accurs’d!” he frown’d and cried,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“How could you this old traitor hear?</div> -<div class="verse">Who thus dare kings and priests deride,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom men should worship and revere.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“I see your doom, ye trait’rous crew!”—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Th’ impatient throng would hear no more;</div> -<div class="verse">With furious bills they at him flew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And in a moment had him tore——</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Had he not clapt his wings and fled,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And taken refuge on th’ Exchange;</div> -<div class="verse">And from its top he bow’d his head,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And spoke the crowds that round him range:—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Mortals, attend with reverend awe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mark well my words, Newcastle people,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll do what yet you never saw,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I build my nest upon this steeple.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“From this most happy omen, know</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What blessings shall to you be given;</div> -<div class="verse">What peace and choicest gifts shall flow</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From the all-kind, all-bounteous heaven.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“And first of all shall taxes cease,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Provisions fall, and there shall be</div> -<div class="verse">Rich golden crops, the fruits of peace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And choicest product of the sea.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Then polish’d manners shall prevail;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">—Would you believe!—but you shall see</div> -<div class="verse">Millers no more your corn shall steal;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And doctors cure without a fee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Lawyers by strife shall cease to thrive;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And what’s more strange—aye, is it not?</div> -<div class="verse">The milk, and every other tythe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall all be dropt by <i>Doctor Scott</i>!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Then <i>Windydrum</i> shall cease to sneer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And <i>Shorthorn</i> shall turn wond’rous civil;<a name="FNanchor_11" id="FNanchor_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And after them you scarce need fear</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To cultivate the very devil!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Another prodigy comes next,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(When my nest shall be builded here,)</div> -<div class="verse">Parsons shall live up to their text;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And keelmen then shall dread to swear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Fish-women, too, shall then forget</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To call their neighbours whores and bitches;</div> -<div class="verse">But what is most surprising yet—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your Al—— shall <span class="smcapuc">ALL</span> be <span class="smcapuc">WITCHES</span>.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_7" id="Footnote_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> In the year 1783, a pair of crows built their nest upon the vane -of the Exchange, and continued many years to rear their young.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_8" id="Footnote_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Alluding to the Peace of 1783, after the American War.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_9" id="Footnote_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> Alluding to a dreadful earthquake in Italy, which happened shortly -before the publication of this, by which 270 cities and towns were -destroyed, and 200,000 people perished.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_10" id="Footnote_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Lord George Gordon, who at this time was very popular.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_11" id="Footnote_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Alluding to two persons in Newcastle, noted for their political -principles.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><i>The following Song was published in December, 1791 -as from One of the Rooks which then built their Nest -on the Vane of the Exchange, and addressed to the -good People of</i> BUR-<i>CASTLE</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And rapid ran the rain,</div> -<div class="verse">When Robert Rutter dreamt a dream,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which rack’d his heart with pain:</div> -<div class="verse">He dreamt there was a raging bear</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Rush’d from the rugged rocks;</div> -<div class="verse">And strutting round with horrid stare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Breath’d terror to the Brocks<a name="FNanchor_12" id="FNanchor_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But Robert Rutter drew his sword,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And rushing forward right,</div> -<div class="verse">The horrid creature’s thrapple gor’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And barr’d his rueful spite:</div> -<div class="verse">Then stretching forth his brawny arm,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To drag him to the stream,</div> -<div class="verse">He grappled grizzle, rough and warm,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which rouz’d him from his dream.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_12" id="Footnote_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> Badgers.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> - -<h2>SONS OF THE TYNE.—1805.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Attend to my summons, ye <i>British</i> Electors,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis freedom announces your instant support,</div> -<div class="verse">No longer your confidence place in Protectors,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who pillage your Rights, and of Laws make a sport;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Britannia</i> demands your hearts and your hands,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Away to assist her, the cause is divine.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Come, see</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Freedom and Liberty</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nobly exerting the Sons of the <i>Tyne</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twas Liberty gave us our Commerce and Treasure,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She taught us to cultivate Science and Mirth,</div> -<div class="verse">To patronize Learning and true social pleasure,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To lighten the heart, and give Jollity birth,</div> -<div class="verse">Come, come <i>Britons</i> all, ’tis Liberty’s call,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Away with all speed to her sacred shrine.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Come, see</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Freedom and Liberty</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nobly exerting the Sons of the <i>Tyne</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With Freedom all Nations we hold in defiance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Glory of <i>Britain</i> o’er Earth she has hurl’d,</div> -<div class="verse">And Monarchs despotic, now court our alliance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The terror of States, and the pride of the World.</div> -<div class="verse">Long, long on our Isle, may Liberty smile,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And bless us with <i>Brunswick’s</i> illustrious Line.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Come, see</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Freedom and Liberty</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nobly exerting the Sons of the <i>Tyne</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Be happy ye fair ones whom Freedom has given,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The virtue and spirit her cause to maintain,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose raiment outvies with the mantle of Heaven,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When <i>Phœbus</i> unclouded, just starts from the Main,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To guard love and beauty, we make it our duty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To aid their felicity, ever combine;</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Come, see</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Daughters of Liberty,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Greeting with rapture the Sons of the <i>Tyne</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>JESMOND MILL.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By Phill Hodgson, of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To sing some nymph in her cot</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Each bard will oft flourish his quill:</div> -<div class="verse">I’m glad it has fall’n to my lot</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To celebrate Jesmond Mill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When spring hither winds her career,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our trees and our hedges to fill,</div> -<div class="verse">Vast oceans of verdure appear</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To charm you at Jesmond Mill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To plant every rural delight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mere Nature has lavish’d her skill;</div> -<div class="verse">Here fragrant soft breezes unite</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To wanton round Jesmond Mill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When silence each evening here dwells,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The birds in their coverts all still;</div> -<div class="verse">No music in sweetness excels</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The clacking of Jesmond Mill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Reclin’d by the verge of the stream,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or stretch’d on the side of the hill,</div> -<div class="verse">I’m never in want of a theme</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While learning at Jesmond Mill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sure Venus some plot has design’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or why is my heart never still,</div> -<div class="verse">Whenever it pops in my mind</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To wander near Jesmond Mill?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My object, ye swains, you will guess,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If ever in love you had skill;</div> -<div class="verse">And now, I will frankly confess,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis—Jenny of Jesmond Mill.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>PANDON DEAN.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>A Song published in Sept. 1776, under the Name of Rosalinda.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When cooling zephyrs wanton play,</div> -<div class="verse">Then oft in Pandon Dean I stray;</div> -<div class="verse">When sore dispers’d with grief and woe,</div> -<div class="verse">Then from a busy world I go;</div> -<div class="verse">My mind is calm, my soul serene,</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the Bank in Pandon Dean.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The feather’d race around me sing,</div> -<div class="verse">They make the hills and vallies ring;</div> -<div class="verse">My sorrow flies, my grief is gone,</div> -<div class="verse">I warble with the tuneful throng;</div> -<div class="verse">All, all things wear a pleasing mien,</div> -<div class="verse">Beneath the Bank in Pandon Dean.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At distance stands an ancient tower,</div> -<div class="verse">Which ruin threatens every hour;</div> -<div class="verse">I’m struck with reverence at the sight,</div> -<div class="verse">I pause and gaze with fond delight;</div> -<div class="verse">The antique walls do join the scene,</div> -<div class="verse">And makes more lovely Pandon Dean.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Above me stand the towering trees,</div> -<div class="verse">While here I feel the gentle breeze;</div> -<div class="verse">The water flows by chance around,</div> -<div class="verse">And green enamels all the ground:</div> -<div class="verse">Which gives new splendour to the scene,</div> -<div class="verse">And adds a grace to Pandon Dean.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But when I mount the rising hill,</div> -<div class="verse">And there survey the purling rill,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> -<div class="verse">My eye delighted—but I mourn,</div> -<div class="verse">To think of winter’s quick return;</div> -<div class="verse">With withering winds and frost so keen,</div> -<div class="verse">I sighing leave the Pandon Dean.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O spare for once a female pen,</div> -<div class="verse">And lash licentious wicked men;</div> -<div class="verse">Your conscious cheek need never glow,</div> -<div class="verse">If you your talents thus bestow:</div> -<div class="verse">Scarce fifteen summers have I seen,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet dare to sing of Pandon Dean.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>NANNY OF THE TYNE.</h2> - -<p class="center">By <span class="smcap">J.M. Wedderburn</span>, of Newcastle.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Set to Music by John Aldridge, Jun. of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Extol each nymph so fair,</div> -<div class="verse">Be mine my Nanny’s worth to show—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her captivating air.</div> -<div class="verse">What swain can gaze without delight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On beauty there so fine?</div> -<div class="verse">The Graces all their charms unite</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Nanny of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Far from the noise of giddy courts</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The lovely charmer dwells;</div> -<div class="verse">Her cot the haunt of harmless sports,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In virtue she excells.</div> -<div class="verse">With modesty, good nature join’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To form the nymph divine;</div> -<div class="verse">And truth, with innocence combin’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Nanny of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Flow on, smooth stream, in murmurs sweet</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Glide gently past her cot;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis peace and virtue’s calm retreat,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye great ones envied not.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And you, ye fair, whom folly leads</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Through all her paths supine,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ drest in pleasure’s garb, exceeds</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not Nanny of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Can art to nature e’er compare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or win us to believe</div> -<div class="verse">But that the frippery of the fair</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Were made but to deceive.</div> -<div class="verse">Strip from the belle the dress so gay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which fashion calls divine,</div> -<div class="verse">Will she such loveliness display</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As Nanny of the Tyne?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE BLUE BELL OF GATESHEAD.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By W.B. of Gateshead.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell?</div> -<div class="verse">Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell?</div> -<div class="verse">She lives in canny Gateshead, at the sign of the Blue Bell:</div> -<div class="verse">And it’s oh! in my heart, but I love my lassie well.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And what’s best compar’d to the mind of your true love?</div> -<div class="verse">And what’s best compar’d to the mind of your true love?</div> -<div class="verse">The meekness of a lamb, and th’ innocence of the dove;</div> -<div class="verse">These are the true emblems of the mind of her I love.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In what, and in what does your bonny lass excell?</div> -<div class="verse">In what, and in what does your bonny lass excell?</div> -<div class="verse">She’s modest as the daisy, sweet as the heather-bell;</div> -<div class="verse">And it’s oh! in my heart, I love my lassie well.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And what wad ye dee to please the maid you love?</div> -<div class="verse">And what wad ye dee to please the maid you love?</div> -<div class="verse">I’d be a saikless wanderer, and through the wide world rov</div> -<div class="verse">Till death clos’d my eyes—to please the maid I love.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE NEWCASTLE SIGNS.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Written by Mr <span class="smcap">Cecil Pitt</span>, and sung at the Theatre-Royal, -Newcastle, by Mr <span class="smcap">Scriven</span>, June 4, 1806.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear,</div> -<div class="verse">At each sign they would meet with indifferent cheer;</div> -<div class="verse">From the Goat, and the Hawk, from the Bell, and the Waggon,</div> -<div class="verse">And Dog they would skip, as St George made the Dragon.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Billet, the Highlander, Cross Keys, and Sun,</div> -<div class="verse">The Eagle, and Ships too, would shew ’em some fun;</div> -<div class="verse">The Three Kings and Unicorn, Bull’s Head, and Horse,</div> -<div class="verse">Would prove that the farther they went they’d fare worse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the Black House, a <i>strong-Arm</i> would lay ev’ry man on,</div> -<div class="verse">And they’d quickly go off, if they got in the Cannon;</div> -<div class="verse">The Nelson and Turk’s Head their fears would increase,</div> -<div class="verse">And they’d run from the Swan like a parcel of geese.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the York, and the Cumberland, Cornwallis too,</div> -<div class="verse">With our fighting Cocks, sure they’d find plenty to do;</div> -<div class="verse">The Nag’s Head, and Lions, would cut such an evil,</div> -<div class="verse">And the Angel would drive the whole crew to the devil.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the World, and the Fountain, the Bridge, Crown and Thistle,</div> -<div class="verse">The Bee-Hive and Tuns, for a drop they might whistle;</div> -<div class="verse">With our Prince, or our Crown, should they dare interpose,</div> -<div class="verse">They’d prick their French fingers well under the Rose.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the Half-Moon, the Wheat-Sheaf, and Old Barley-Mow,</div> -<div class="verse">A sup’s to be got,—if they could but tell how;</div> -<div class="verse">If they call’d at the Bull and the Tyger, to ravage,</div> -<div class="verse">As well as the Black Boy, they’d find ’em quite savage.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the Ark, and the Anchor, Pack Horse, and Blue Posts,</div> -<div class="verse">And the Newmarket Inn, they would find but rough hosts;</div> -<div class="verse">The Old Star and Garter, Cock, Anchor, and more,</div> -<div class="verse">Would prove like the Grapes, all most cursedly sour.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Lion and Lamb, Plough, and Old Robin Hood,</div> -<div class="verse">With the Crane House, would check these delighters in blood;</div> -<div class="verse">From the Butcher’s Arms quick they’d be running away,</div> -<div class="verse">And we all know that Shakespear would shew ’em some play.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the White Hart, Three Bull’s Heads, the Old Dog and Duck,</div> -<div class="verse">If they did not get thrash’d they’d escape by good luck;</div> -<div class="verse">At the Bird in the Bush, Metter’s Arms, Peacock, they’d fast,</div> -<div class="verse">And our King’s and Queen’s Heads we’ll defend till the last.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May the sign of the King ever meet with respect,</div> -<div class="verse">And our great Constitution each Britain protect;</div> -<div class="verse">And may he who would humble our old British Crown,</div> -<div class="verse">Be hung on a Sign-post till I take him down.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE NEWCASTLE BELLMAN.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>As sung by <span class="smcap">Mr Noble</span>, at the Theatre Royal, in 1803.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis granted they’re Tars of a true British kidney;</div> -<div class="verse">And people are curious, such heroes to see,</div> -<div class="verse">But neither, are half so much follow’d as Me;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O when, ding dong, ding dong, my Bell goes,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Carts, Barrows, are stopt at the sound;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Each news-loving Porter, straight makes a fill pause,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And wonder-struck, shews the full stretch of his Jaws,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When sonorous I publish all round.——</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>FIRST CALL.</i></p> - -<p>LOST! on Saturday Evening last, between Love Lane -and the Long Stairs; a <i>Tarrier Dog</i>, entirely White, with -two Brown Ears and a Black Spot upon his Tail, and answers -to the Name of <i>Shak’em</i>; the Dog was last seen at the -Entrance of the Close: and has got an ugly Trick of shaking -his Right Ear and Tail as he walks;—is considered to be -rather deaf, as he does not always answer to the first call——Whosoever<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> -will bring him to me shall be handsomely rewarded: -and any detaining him after this Notice, will be -prosecuted according to Law.——</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With Orators sir, e’en senate to grace,</div> -<div class="verse">What town’s better stock’d, pray, than this canny place,</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! would you, the flow’r of those Orators see?</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Ecce Homo’s</i> the word,—you behold him in Me!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O when ding dong, ding dong, my Bell goes,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Shoe-makers with joy catch the sound;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And truly like so many Larks they are found:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Each swiftly descends from his garret on high;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">When sonorous I publish all round.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>SECOND CALL.</i></p> - -<p>STOLEN or Strayed, from a field in Pandon Dean, three -beautiful <i>smoke colour’d Sheep</i>, marked T.G. justly esteemed -the most picturesque Ornaments of that celebrated Vale.——The -Admirers of rural Scenery hereby offer a <i>handsome Reward</i> -to whoever will bring them back to the Dean, if -strayed, or give such information as may convict the <i>Mutton-loving -Rogues</i>, who have stolen them.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Town Marshal proclaims peace, incomp’rably well,</div> -<div class="verse">Few, at calling a Fair, the Sheriff’s Serjeant excell;</div> -<div class="verse">But in <i>Pathos</i>, the Critics, <i>mem. con.</i> do agree,</div> -<div class="verse">The Marshal and Serjeant must both yield to Me;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O when ding dong, ding dong, my Bell goes,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Barbers prick up their ears at the sound;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And heedless how half-shaven customers swear,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Come eagerly running my budget to hear,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">When sonorous I publish all round.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>THIRD CALL.</i></p> - -<p>FOUND, last Winter, near the Turk’s Head Inn, which -has not since been claimed, <i>a Lady’s Hat and Wig</i>, supposed -to have been blown off the Head of the fair Owner whilst -in a state of <i>Indescribability</i>.——Any Lady who can prove -them to be her Property, may have them again, free of all -Expence; but if not claimed and identified before the first -of April next, they will be sold, and the Money given as a -Donation to the Fever Hospital.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Watchmen, ’tis granted, correctly and clever,</div> -<div class="verse">Of the hour informs us, and state of the weather;</div> -<div class="verse">But doubly delightful, their <i>calling</i> would be,</div> -<div class="verse">Were they all wise enough to take lessons from Me;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O when ding dong, ding dong, my Bell goes,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Each Taylor leaps up at the sound;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Off, to hear me, like roe bucks, they scampering set,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">So delighted, I’m told, that they <i>cabbage</i> forget,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">When sonorous I publish all round.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>FOURTH CALL.</i></p> - -<p>To be sold by Auction, J.M. Auctioneer, a large and -choice Collection of Materials for Sleeping,—consisting of a -Quantity of old News; erroneous and clumsy Statements of -recent events; heavy Critiques on Theatrical Performers and -Plays <i>not</i> performed; flat Pieces of uninteresting Biography; -drowsy original Letters; dull Extracts from a northern -<i>Caput Mortuum</i> of Insipidity; a Number of Puns, Jests, and -old Anecdotes, warranted free from Attic Salt, chigramatic -Point, or any other Ingredient capable of rousing Attention -or exciting Risibility; also, a Quantity of pure Tyne Mercury, -which possesses the peculiar Property of never rising in -the Barometer of public Estimation, higher than the Point -Ennui.—The Sale to begin every Monday Evening at Eight -o’Clock, and continue till all be sold.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’m resolv’d—may I hope you’ll approve of the measure?—</div> -<div class="verse">A short course of Lectures to give, when I’ve leisure;</div> -<div class="verse">In order to perfect these Orators’ graces,</div> -<div class="verse">Who cry Dying Speeches and Lists of the Races:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But, hark! ding dong, the Prompter’s Bell goes,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">I’m electrified by the sound;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mr Lindoe,<a name="FNanchor_13" id="FNanchor_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> your summons I haste to obey,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Yet Gratitude bids me one moment delay—</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Just to thank my kind Patrons all round.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_13" id="Footnote_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> The then Prompter at the Theatre.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> - -<h2>OXYGEN GAS.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By <span class="smcap">John Shield</span>, of Newcastle, and sung at the Newcastle -Theatre Royal</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Claret, and Sherry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your fulsome eulogiums, bon-vivants, pray spare;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis granted, when sad, wine can render us merry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And lighten our bosoms of sorrow and care;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">But what vintage can fire us,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Enrapture, inspire us,</div> -<div class="verse">As Oxygen? what so delicious to quaff?</div> -<div class="verse indent3">It is so animating,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And so titillating,</div> -<div class="verse">E’en grey-beards turn frisky, dance, caper, and laugh,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For what can so fire us, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O wond’rous indeed is this bev’rage ethereal!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The mortal who quaffs it, altho’ a mere clod,</div> -<div class="verse">Is straightway transformed to a being ærial,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And moves on earth’s surface in fancy a God.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">In a bumper is given</div> -<div class="verse indent3">A foretaste of Heaven,</div> -<div class="verse">All earthly vexation straight cease to annoy,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Whilst laughing and crying,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And efforts at flying,</div> -<div class="verse">Bespeak the soul tost in a tempest of joy.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For what can so fire us, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Haste, haste to partake on’t, ye men of grave faces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye Quakers, and Methodist parsons likewise;</div> -<div class="verse">What tho’ ye seem lost to the flexible graces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And dormant the risible faculty lies;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">One quaff of the vapour</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Will cause you to caper,</div> -<div class="verse">And swiftly relax your stiff solemniz’d jaws;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">You’ll acknowledge the change too,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">As pleasing as strange too,</div> -<div class="verse">And make the air ring with loud ha! ha! ha! ha’s!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For what can so fire us, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let gin, rum, and brandy grow dearer and dearer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Distillers stop working—no toper will mourn;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Of Gas we can make a delectable cheerer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which, nor reddens our noses, nor livers will burn;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Unbeholden to whisky</div> -<div class="verse indent3">We’ll drink and get frisky,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor fear that to-morrow our temples may ache;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Neither stomach commotions,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Nor camomile potions,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall evermore cause us with terror to quake;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For what can so fire us, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let the miser’s deep coffers be fill’d to his mind now,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Let the man of ambition with honours abound,</div> -<div class="verse">Give the lover his mistress, complying and kind too,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And with laurel let Poets and Heroes be crown’d.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Let all be blest round me,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">No envy shall wound me,</div> -<div class="verse">Contented and cheerful thro’ life will I pass,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">If fortune befriends me,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And constantly sends me</div> -<div class="verse">A <i>quantum sufficit</i> of Oxygen Gas.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For what can so fire us, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE BARDS OF THE TYNE.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Published in the Tyne Mercury Newspaper, under the Signature of C.P.</i> (Charles Purvis.)</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—Newcastle Beer.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With envy or madness, dame dullness, or wine,</div> -<div class="verse">Who wish to be flatter’d, or prais’d, or admir’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Leave thinking, and fly to the banks of the Tyne:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">No wit is requir’d</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To make you admir’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Let doggrel run limping thro’ each crippled line;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">No humour degrades,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Nor genius pervades</div> -<div class="verse">The verses sublime of our Bards of the Tyne.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No soft flowing numbers must ravish the senses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose soothing meanders a ditty would stain</div> -<div class="verse">A muse with such drowsy materials dispenses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whilst Grub-street’s quintessence will squeese from the brain:</div> -<div class="verse indent3">How sweetly the strains</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Must thrill thro’ the veins,</div> -<div class="verse">When Sandgate and Bedlam together combine;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Or “Oxygen Gas,”</div> -<div class="verse indent3">From the pipe of an ass,</div> -<div class="verse">Rarifies the dence brains of our Bards of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With rhymers our Theatre’s always surrounded,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose Bellman taught lays set the house in a roar:</div> -<div class="verse">Common sense stands aghast, thunder-struck and confounded,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While Dullness brays out from its Gall’ry, <i>Encore!</i></div> -<div class="verse indent3">Then, big with applause,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Crack’s Scotch ell of jaws<a name="FNanchor_14" id="FNanchor_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Sets forth a hoarse bawling, so purely divine,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">That hydras or bears</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Might prick up their ears,</div> -<div class="verse">And howl out in concert with Bards of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_14" id="Footnote_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> Alluding to the character of Crack, in the farce of the Turnpike -Gate, where Mr Noble performed with true spirit.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>AN ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By <span class="smcap">James Stawpert</span></i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who’s he that with great <i>Mercury</i> strides,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">In imitation’s line,</div> -<div class="verse">And, without reason, thus derides</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The poets of the Tyne?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who, not content with critic’s skill,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That lets no error pass;</div> -<div class="verse">In passion’s cup he dips his quill,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And calls his brother—ass.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I tell thee, Satirist, forbear,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For asses have a trick,</div> -<div class="verse">And, if provok’d, ’tis very rare</div> -<div class="verse indent2">They’re not inclin’d to kick.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now should great Fate ordain it so,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That this poor docile beast,</div> -<div class="verse">Whom thou hast term’d so very low,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">E’en lowest of the least:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I say, should ancient Baalam’s steed,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">(For so thou nam’st the man)</div> -<div class="verse">Tell thee in time to take good heed,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thy manners rough to scan;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Or if, like thee, he write with ire,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And ask in angry strains,</div> -<div class="verse">What set thy sleepy muse on fire,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or rous’d thy muddy brains?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nay further, should he analize</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The words “Oxygen Gas,”</div> -<div class="verse">He might make thee a monst’rous size,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">E’en, larger than an ass!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The thought will no great time afford,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nor needs much Orthodox,</div> -<div class="verse">For, take four letters from the word,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">It makes thee out an OX.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I think the appellation suits,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Yet this believe from me,</div> -<div class="verse">Had thou not been so fond of brutes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I’d not made one of thee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Adieu then, ancient Egypt’s god,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or shall I call thee bull?</div> -<div class="verse">When next thou handles Satyr’s rod,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Pray write thy name in full.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For two initials, such as thine,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Might make dame dullness pause,</div> -<div class="verse">And simple poets of the Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Find terms in Nature’s laws.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By adding <i>letters</i> to the two</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Which thou hast late put down;</div> -<div class="verse">No, faith, I have not time just now,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And <i>Modesty</i> might frown.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE RAREE SHOW MAN.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>An Election Song.</i>—(20th September, 1780.)</p> - -<p class="center"><i>The following Verses, at an Election Song, being rather contrary -to the general Arrangement of this Work, but possessing Novelty, must plead for its Insertion.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion,</div> -<div class="verse">Come see de grande, de rare election,</div> -<div class="verse">Me show de hole in much perfection.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No congstable on me doth frownee,</div> -<div class="verse">In dis Newcastel famous townee,</div> -<div class="verse">Vare some veare breaches, some de gounee.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But den before dat I do callee,</div> -<div class="verse">You give me sixpence, price is smallee;</div> -<div class="verse">And den I’ll nothing ask at allee.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In fronte, you see de agents coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Vast great, much consequence assuming,</div> -<div class="verse">Far, farther far, than is becoming.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See dere de vulgar <i>scum</i> begin it,</div> -<div class="verse">Den next de Sylock <i>bankiers</i> pin it;</div> -<div class="verse">Ah dere!—de devil’s selfe is in it.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O wonderful! how dey do tumble,</div> -<div class="verse">Just like de Jack of cards dey tumble,</div> -<div class="verse">De kings, with knaves and duces humble.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dare de parson, lawyer, scrambles,</div> -<div class="verse">Dare physic doctors in de shambles,</div> -<div class="verse">Vere some do make de long preambles!</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See all de shop-folks gaping, staring,</div> -<div class="verse">Few understanding, fewer caring,</div> -<div class="verse">Vether perjury be swearing!</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh bless us! how you slaves are roaring,</div> -<div class="verse">Deir cunning patrons stagger snoring,</div> -<div class="verse">Inclined pocket trusting more in.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Next you do see, from street of tripee,</div> -<div class="verse">De Goatside boys, for huzza ripee;</div> -<div class="verse">Vith all de lads dat make de pipee.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And next you do behold, so stirring,</div> -<div class="verse">Like horned cattle in de murrain,</div> -<div class="verse">Dose jolly blades dat speak so burring.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dese be good freemen, as dey’re called;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis not for nothing dey have bauled;</div> -<div class="verse">Huzza! till to de poll dey’re hauled!</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Stand fast—have care—see from de denny,</div> -<div class="verse">Come, elbow forth, de gentlemeny,</div> -<div class="verse">Vith all de brains—if dey have any.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now den, now den, de bright candidates,</div> -<div class="verse">Up top hustings, hope and fear deir fates:</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst all de congstables surround de gates.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ay now de mountain be in labour;</div> -<div class="verse">Blo, blo de fifee, sound de tabre;</div> -<div class="verse">Flash, flash de brade sword and de sabre.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For <i>toute le Monde</i> vill see, no doubtee,</div> -<div class="verse">Dat someting, noting, vill come outee,</div> -<div class="verse">To make de people glore aboutee.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If dat brave Monsieur <i>Bowes</i><a name="FNanchor_15" id="FNanchor_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> be chosen,</div> -<div class="verse">De legs vill dance by score, by dozen,</div> -<div class="verse">And all de grande vill call him couzen.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Den come again, sweet childs, to-morrow,</div> -<div class="verse">Me show you ten hundred joy—no sorrow;</div> -<div class="verse">But bring de sixpence, if you borrow.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Doodle, doodle, doo.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_15" id="Footnote_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Andrew Robinson Bowes, who gained his election, (1780) -though unsuccessful in the contest on the death of Sir Walter Blackett -in 1777. This person came to Newcastle as ensign in the 30th -regiment of foot, quartered in that town; shortly after he married the -only daughter of William Newton, Esq. a lady of fortune; after her -death he married (1777) the Countess of Strathmore, from whom he -was divorced for cruelty, in 1785. He served the office of Sheriff of -Northumberland, 1780; and died in the King’s Bench, 16th January, -1810.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> - -<h2>BARBER’s NEWS:<br /> -OR,<br /> -<i>Shields in an Uproar!!!</i></h2> - -<p class="center">A New Song.</p> - -<p class="center">Tune—“<i>O the golden Days of good Queen Bess.</i>”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Great was the consternation, amazement, and dismay, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse">Which, both in <i>North</i> and <i>South Shields</i>, prevail’d the other day, Sir;</div> -<div class="verse">Quite panic-struck the natives were, when told by the barber,</div> -<div class="verse">That a terrible <i>Sea Monster</i> had got into the harbour.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“Have you heard the news Sir?” What news, pray master barber?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">“Oh a terrible <i>sea monster</i> has got into the harbour!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now each honest man in <i>Shields</i>—I mean both North and South, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse">Delighting in occasions to expand their eyes and mouth, Sir:</div> -<div class="verse">And fond of seeing marv’lous sights, ne’er stay’d to get his beard off;</div> -<div class="verse">But ran to view the monster, its arrival, when he heard of.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Oh! who could think of shaving when inform’d by the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That a terrible <i>Sea Monster</i> had got into the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Each wife pursu’d her husband, and every child its mother,</div> -<div class="verse">Lads and lasses <i>helter skelter</i>, scamper’d after one another;</div> -<div class="verse">Shopkeepers and mechanics too, forsook their daily labours,</div> -<div class="verse">And ran to gape and stare among their gaping staring neighbours.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">All crowded to the river side, when told by the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That a terrible <i>Sea Monster</i> had got into the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It happens very frequently that <i>barber’s news</i> is <i>fiction</i>, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse">But the wond’rous news this morning was truth no contradiction, Sir;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> -<div class="verse">A something sure enough was there among the billows flouncing,</div> -<div class="verse">Now sinking in the deep profound, now on th’ surface bouncing.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">True as Gazette or Gospel were the tidings of the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That a terrible <i>Sea Monster</i> had got into the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some thought it was a <i>Shark</i>, Sir, a <i>Porpus</i> some conceived it;</div> -<div class="verse">Some said it was a <i>Grampus</i>, and some a <i>Whale</i> believ’d it;</div> -<div class="verse">Some swore it was a <i>Sea Horse</i>, then own’d themselves mistaken,</div> -<div class="verse">For, now they’d got a nearer view—’twas certainly <i>a Kraken</i>.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Each sported his opinion, from the parson to the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of the terrible <i>Sea Monster</i> they had got in the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Belay, belay,” a sailor cried, “<i>what that, this thing</i>, a <i>Kraken</i>!</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis no more like one, split my jib, than it is a flitch of bacon!</div> -<div class="verse">I’ve often seen a hundred such, all sporting in the Nile, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse">And you may trust a sailor’s word, it is a <i>Crocodile</i>, Sir.”</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Each strait to Jack <i>knocks under</i>, from the parson to the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And all agreed a <i>Crocodile</i> had got into the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet greatly Jack’s discovery his auditors did shock, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse">For they dreaded that the <i>Salmon</i> would be eat up by the Croc. Sir:</div> -<div class="verse">When presently the <i>Crocodile</i>, their consternation crowning,</div> -<div class="verse">Raised its head above the waves, and cried, “<i>Help! O Lord, I’m drowning!</i>”</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heavens! how their hair, Sir, stood on end, from the parson to the barber;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To find a <i>Speaking Crocodile</i> had got into the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This dreadful exclamation appall’d both young and old, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse">In the very stoutest hearts, indeed, it made the blood run cold, Sir;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Ev’n <i>Jack</i>, the hero of the Nile, it caus’d to quake and tremble,</div> -<div class="verse">Until an old wife, sighing, cried “<i>Alas! ’tis Stephen K——.</i>”</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heav’ns! however all astonish’d, from the parson to the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">To find that Stephen K—— was the monster in the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Strait crocodilish fears gave place to manly gen’rous strife, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse">Most willingly each lent a hand to save poor Stephen’s life, Sir;</div> -<div class="verse">They drag’d him gasping to the shore, impatient for his history,</div> -<div class="verse">For how he came in that sad plight, to them was quite a mystery.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Tears glisten’d, Sir, in every eye, from the parson to the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">When, swoln to thrice his natural <i>size</i>, they drag’d him from the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now having roll’d and rubb’d him well an hour upon the beach, Sir,</div> -<div class="verse">He got upon his legs again, and made a serious speech, Sir;</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth he, “An ancient proverb says, and true it will be found, Sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">Those born to prove an <i>airy doom</i>, will surely never be drown’d, Sirs.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For fate, Sirs, has us all in tow, from the monarch to the barber;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or surely I had breathed my last this morning in the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Resolv’d to cross the <i>River</i>, Sirs, a Sculler did I get into,</div> -<div class="verse">May Jonah’s ill-luck be mine, another when I step into!</div> -<div class="verse">Just when we’d reach’d the deepest part, O horror! there it founders,</div> -<div class="verse">And down went poor Pillgarlick amongst the Crabs and Flounders!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But fate, that keeps us all in tow, from the monarch to the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Ordain’d I should not breathe my last, this morning in the harbour.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’ve broke down many a stage coach, and many a chaise and gig, Sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">Once, in passing through a trap-hole, I found myself too big, Sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ve been circumstanc’d most oddly, whilst contesting hard a race, Sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">But ne’er was half so frighten’d, as amongst the Crabs and Plaise, Sirs.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">O fate, Sirs, keeps us all in tow, from the monarch to the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or certainly I’d breath’d my last, this morning in the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My friends, for your exertions, my heart o’erflows with gratitude,</div> -<div class="verse">O may it prove the last time, you find me in that latitude;</div> -<div class="verse">God knows with what mischances dire, the future may abound, Sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">But I hope and trust I’m one of those, not fated to be drown’d, Sirs.”</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Thus ended his oration, Sir, I had it from the barber;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And dripping, like some <i>River God</i>, he slowly left the harbour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye men of <i>North</i> and <i>South Shields</i> too, God send ye all prosperity,</div> -<div class="verse">May your commerce ever flourish, your stately ships still crowd the sea;</div> -<div class="verse">Unrivall’d in the Coal Trade, till doomsday may you stand, Sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">And every hour, fresh wonders, your eyes and mouths expand, Sirs.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And long may <i>Stephen K——</i> live, and never may the barber</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mistake him for a monster more, deep floundering in the harbour.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> - -<h2>SONG,</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>On the Flight of the young Crows, from Newcastle Exchange; -with their Address to the Corporation.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose,</div> -<div class="verse">Half the world must have heard of our Newcastle <span class="smcapuc">CROWS</span>?</div> -<div class="verse">How their <i>daddy</i>, bold bird! from a rabble got free,</div> -<div class="verse">And was fully determin’d a freeman to be!</div> -<div class="verse">On the <i>vane</i> of the steeple, upon the Exchange,</div> -<div class="verse">Completed his nest, which beholders thought strange:</div> -<div class="verse">His bright jetty <i>consort</i> accomplish’d her part,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor foes, nor foul weather could alter her heart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Their younglings, quite able to take distant flight,</div> -<div class="verse">Were told, by their parents, “<i>Good manners are right</i>.”</div> -<div class="verse">To their freedom admitted—they could do no less,</div> -<div class="verse">Than approach their kind patrons, with humble <span class="smcapuc">ADDRESS</span>;</div> -<div class="verse">To thank them politely, without wanton joke,</div> -<div class="verse">For, so learned in <i>swallow</i>, they must learn to <i>croak</i>.—</div> -<div class="verse">In a trice——as if <span class="smcap">Æsop</span> himself had inspir’d,</div> -<div class="verse">They began their address, whilst their hearers admir’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">“Ye wise men, and good men, of <span class="smcap">Newcastle guild</span>,</div> -<div class="verse">Who suffer’d our father and mother to build——</div> -<div class="verse">High, upon the high pinnacle of your Exchange,</div> -<div class="verse">And here see their offspring just ready to range;</div> -<div class="verse">To range with sweet freedom, o’er land, and o’er seas,</div> -<div class="verse">To eat and to drink, and to <i>croak</i> as we please——</div> -<div class="verse">Accept our plain thanks, while the reasons we clear,</div> -<div class="verse">Why some <i>Merlin</i>, or <i>Shipton</i>, hath sure sent us here.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">“One thousand seven hundred, eighty and three,</div> -<div class="verse">For this town, a remarkable æra will be!</div> -<div class="verse">All folks will <i>think</i> right, from grave age to smart youth,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor priests, nor disciples, <i>e’er</i> wander from <span class="smcapuc">TRUTH</span>;</div> -<div class="verse">Your rulers be loyal to great George the third,</div> -<div class="verse">Each rich man prove honest, and <i>just</i> to his word:</div> -<div class="verse">No <i>fair-trading</i> merchant will <i>smuggle</i>, or cheat,</div> -<div class="verse">No foul gorging glutton <i>waste</i> poor people’s meat.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Your fine Sandhill <i>maidens</i> be merry and wise,</div> -<div class="verse">From their <i>crying</i> of lemons, to <i>selling</i> of pies;</div> -<div class="verse">Your green, and rare fish-women, civil enough,</div> -<div class="verse">Your milliners spruce, not so apt to take huff.</div> -<div class="verse">Up the <span class="smcap">Side</span>, you’ll hear compliments, happy and free,</div> -<div class="verse">Where hot <i>puddings</i>, and <i>haggishes</i>, plenty shall be:</div> -<div class="verse">The silver-smiths, coopers, and tinmen will join</div> -<div class="verse">To sound the <i>reforms</i> now produc’d on the <span class="smcap">Tyne</span>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Your Sandgate smart girls, the gay world will surprise,</div> -<div class="verse">Grown <i>cleanly</i>, and decent, and <i>modest</i>, and wise;</div> -<div class="verse">The keelmen, in <i>manners</i>, become quite polite,</div> -<div class="verse">No <i>cursing</i> at morn, nor <i>much</i> drunk over night!</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Refining</i> in language, <i>improving</i> in notes,</div> -<div class="verse">Letter <i>R</i> run far smoother, and <i>glib</i> through their throats:</div> -<div class="verse">Their Andrews, these sirnames, bear better degrees,</div> -<div class="verse">Ralphs, Richardsons, Rogersons, uttered with ease.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“No tailor will <i>cabbage</i>, no draper will <i>pinch</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">No shoemaker <i>squeeze</i> a full nail from an inch;</div> -<div class="verse">No baker, or flourman, be short of his weight,</div> -<div class="verse">No forestaller <i>breed</i> low designs in his pate;</div> -<div class="verse">No butcher, on <i>Bank</i>, keep prices too high,</div> -<div class="verse">No hatter, no baker, deceive with a <i>lie</i>!——</div> -<div class="verse">But what will stand foremost in public parade,</div> -<div class="verse">Newcastle shall furnish a <i>cheaper</i> <span class="smcapuc">COAL TRADE</span>!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“In <i>politics</i>, surely, such changes will be,</div> -<div class="verse">The people and magistrates <i>mutual</i> agree;</div> -<div class="verse">No bribery, no menace, no little whit self,</div> -<div class="verse">No pride overbearing, or <i>impudent</i> wealth;</div> -<div class="verse">But each <i>voter</i> prove honest to <span class="smcap">old England’s</span> laws,</div> -<div class="verse">Still prudently guarding fair liberty’s cause!</div> -<div class="verse">And so, brother freemen, God bless ye, <i>adieu!</i></div> -<div class="verse">We fly to sage <span class="smcap">Franklin</span>, and <span class="smcap">Washington</span> now.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> - -<h2>A RARE CURIOSITY:<br /> -OR,<br /> -<i>CROW’S NEST IN GATESHEAD</i>.<br /> -A NEW SONG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As Neddy and Betty were walking along,</div> -<div class="verse">Each cheerfully joining in dialogue song;</div> -<div class="verse">I met them, delighted on Gateshead green hill,</div> -<div class="verse">While Betty’s sweet voice charm’d all lads round each mill.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>BETTY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Indeed, honest Neddy! the news is quite true,</div> -<div class="verse">Th’ Sandhill, no longer crow nests we can view;</div> -<div class="verse">The downfalling Steeple, and coming down Change,</div> -<div class="verse">Oblig’d feather’d builders at distance to range.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>NEDDY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Does not my fair Betty know perfectly well,</div> -<div class="verse">No birds in prognostics black crows can excell?</div> -<div class="verse">No sooner their nests on the Sandhill were shewn,</div> -<div class="verse">Than public improvements came rapidly on.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>BETTY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O yes I remember, from <i>Close</i> when they flew,</div> -<div class="verse">What crowds of spectators their nests came to view;</div> -<div class="verse">When pitched so nicely on top of the vane,</div> -<div class="verse">As signals, where Justice and Commerce did reign.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>NEDDY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It is very true, my dear charmer, indeed,</div> -<div class="verse">Spectators beheld vast improvements succeed;</div> -<div class="verse">A beautiful Square, named Charlotte the Queen,</div> -<div class="verse">New streets, and Assembly Rooms elegant seen.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>BETTY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O yes, and a Theatre, royal and fine,</div> -<div class="verse">Erected, no doubt, for some noble design;</div> -<div class="verse">To shew thoughtless mortals of ev’ry degree,</div> -<div class="verse">How defaulting they are, how good they should be.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>NEDDY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From thence, if reflection keeps soberly on,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ve the <i>Free Mason Lodge</i>, in the style of St John;<a name="FNanchor_16" id="FNanchor_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Where true wit and humour with charity meet,</div> -<div class="verse">And souls are united in union complete.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>BETTY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’m calling to mind, what a gipsy once told,</div> -<div class="verse">Who came in the crowd the <i>crow’s nest</i> to behold;</div> -<div class="verse">“These crows are wise creatures—Trade here will improve,</div> -<div class="verse">As sure as the winds can that weather-cock move!”</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>NEDDY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then Gateshead is lucky, I vow and declare,</div> -<div class="verse">Behold, my dear Betty! where now the crows are;</div> -<div class="verse">Near Battle Bank foot, their snug nests you may find,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon those new chimnies, set free to the wind.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>BETTY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O wonderful! Neddy, I see them so plain,</div> -<div class="verse">Quite opposite now to their former gilt vane;</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>Stamp Office</i> chosen, they mean to proceed,</div> -<div class="verse">The good folk of Gateshead are lucky indeed.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>NEDDY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then let me, dear Betty, meet better luck still,</div> -<div class="verse">Come, give me thy heart and thy hand with good will;</div> -<div class="verse">You know I am honest, my vows are sincere,</div> -<div class="verse">From all the deceits of vile rascals quite clear.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>BETTY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So many false villains but court to deceive,</div> -<div class="verse">We virgins in prudence should slowly believe;</div> -<div class="verse">If they can but the punishing laws once escape,</div> -<div class="verse">They fear not the devil, his torments, or shape.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>NEDDY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May all worthy millers grind such rascals down,</div> -<div class="verse">Till neither their dust nor their ashes are known;</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s my hand, dearest Bett! for life let us join,</div> -<div class="verse">Consent—and to morrow my <i>all</i> shall be thine.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center"><i>BETTY.</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dear Ned! I believe, and to-morrow shall see,</div> -<div class="verse">How blessing and blest honest lovers can be;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>The crow’s nest in Gateshead</i> full witness may prove,</div> -<div class="verse">That none but vile <i>fools</i> are deceitful in love.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, down, hey derry down.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_16" id="Footnote_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> St John’s Lodge, No. 184, Free Masons’ Hall, Low Friar Street, -Newcastle, dedicated October 18th, 1777, was some years after disused -and converted into the Dispensary.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE FRENCH INVASION.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Published May 10th, 1794.</i></p> - -<p>Some wags, taking advantage of the alarm of invasion in March, -1794, sent two letters, with the counterfeit signatures of two magistrates -in Northumberland, to the Mayor of Newcastle, stating, that a party -of French had landed on the coast, near Bambrough; this occasioned -some bustle in Newcastle; 270l. reward was afterward offered in vain -for the discovery of the writers.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Now fill a bumper to the brim,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“And drink to <i>Gotham’s mayor</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">“And when again he hears such news,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“May <i>Fa——berg</i> be there.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus lately in a loyal song,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sung some right loyal bard;</div> -<div class="verse">And righteous too, no doubt was he,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For lo! his prayer was heard.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">News, direful news from <span class="smcap">Bambro</span>’ came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The <i>French</i> were landed there;</div> -<div class="verse">A letter, written with all speed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was sent to <i>Gotham’s mayor</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The crews of three French ships of war,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Have landed in our coast,</div> -<div class="verse">Send for <i>Lord F——berg</i>,” quoth he,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Or we shall all be lost.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Our bullocks they have ta’en away,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our cows and sheep besides.”</div> -<div class="verse">“O woe betide them,” says our <i>mayor</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“They’ll raise the <i>price</i> of <span class="smcapuc">HIDES</span>.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Fear not, fear not,” says <i>F——berg</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who now before him stood,</div> -<div class="verse">“To guard you I will spend my last,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Last drop of noble blood!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On this our <i>mayor</i> began to hold</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Erect his drooping head;</div> -<div class="verse">“I will not,” quoth <i>Lord F——berg</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“This night lay down my head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“To guard-house I will hie with speed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And watch ’till morn appear;</div> -<div class="verse">Each <i>Gothamite</i> may soundly sleep,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No cause have they to fear.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Meantime” says <i>Gotham’s mayor</i>, “I will</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In haste, a letter write</div> -<div class="verse">To George our king, some ships to send,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To intercept their flight.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To <i>George</i> our king the tidings came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At London where he lay;</div> -<div class="verse">“What! cattle, cattle, sheep indeed!—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Windsor haste away;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Lock up my pretty little sheep,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My pigs and geese likewise;</div> -<div class="verse">No bloody Frenchman shall destroy</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What I so dearly prize.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Then run tell <i>Billy Pitt</i> to come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And bring his <i>brother</i> here;</div> -<div class="verse">But first call <i>Tom</i> the butler up,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To get me some small beer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“How happens <i>Chat—m</i>, that no ships</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You have sent to the North?</div> -<div class="verse">Not one, I’m told, is to be seen</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From Thames unto the Forth.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“So please you,” bowing low, says <i>John</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“I would have sent a few,</div> -<div class="verse">But that I thought you’d want them here</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Against the next <span class="smcapuc">REVIEW</span>.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“That’s right, that’s right,” reply’d our king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“One ship I cannot spare:</div> -<div class="verse">And if the <i>French</i> do get their sheep,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Why—<i>let them take more care</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Example let them take by me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And they’ll receive no harm;</div> -<div class="verse">Shut them all up as I have done,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon my Windsor farm.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So spake our gracious lord,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And so I end my song;</div> -<div class="verse">May heaven from <i>rots</i> preserve his sheep,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And may his life be long!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> - -<h2>BLYTH CAMPS: <i>Or, the Girl I left behind Me.</i></h2> - -<p>In 1795, near Blyth there was an encampment, the troops of -which, consisting of 13 regiments of horse and foot, were reviewed on -the 28th of August, that year, by the Duke of York, in the presence -of upwards of 60,000 spectators.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’m lonesome since I left <span class="smcapuc">BLYTH</span> camps,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And o’er the moor that’s sedgy;</div> -<div class="verse">With heavy thoughts my mind is fill’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since I parted with my Betsy:</div> -<div class="verse">Whene’er I turn to view the place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The tears fall down and blind me;</div> -<div class="verse">When I think on the charming grace</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of her I left behind me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The hours I remember well,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When first from her they mov’d me;</div> -<div class="verse">The burning flames my heart doth tell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since first she own’d she lov’d me:</div> -<div class="verse">In search of some one fair and gay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Several doth remind me;</div> -<div class="verse">I know my darling loves me well,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ I left her behind me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The bees shall cease to make a store,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The dove become a ranger:</div> -<div class="verse">The falling waters cease to roar,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Before I’ll ever change her.</div> -<div class="verse">Each mutual promise faithful made,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By her whom tears remind me;</div> -<div class="verse">I bless the hours I pass’d away</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With her I left behind me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My mind her image will retain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whether asleep or waking;</div> -<div class="verse">I hope to see my love again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For her my heart is breaking.</div> -<div class="verse">If e’er I chance to go that way,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And she has not resign’d me;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll reconcile my mind and stay</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With her I left behind me.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> - -<h2>BEAUMONT’s LIGHT HORSE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe,</div> -<div class="verse">On board of the transports we forc’d were to go;</div> -<div class="verse">No drums they did beat, nor no trumpets did sound,</div> -<div class="verse">In silence and sadness we trudg’d o’er the ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No more on our horses we’ll prance o’er the plain,</div> -<div class="verse">For they drive us away like sheep to be slain;</div> -<div class="verse">Our friends and acquaintance we leave on the shore,</div> -<div class="verse">And we’ll never be seen in Old England more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When arm’d, on our horses away we did ride,</div> -<div class="verse">All ran to see Beaumont’s Light Horsemen parade;</div> -<div class="verse">But all these fine times are with us now all o’er,</div> -<div class="verse">For we shall return to Old England no more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We listed for horsemen, our country to save,</div> -<div class="verse">They told us fine stories of Beaumont the brave;</div> -<div class="verse">But now he has sold us to add to his store,</div> -<div class="verse">And transported from England to come back no more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We mounted our horses and rode through the town,</div> -<div class="verse">We hid us in holes, and our guns we laid down;</div> -<div class="verse">Now see the Newcastle folks drive away fears,</div> -<div class="verse">And now see the brav’ry of their Volunteers.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God save our noble king, and long may he reign,</div> -<div class="verse">And send him brave soldiers, his rights to maintain;</div> -<div class="verse">But do not deceive them, keep them on your shore,</div> -<div class="verse">That they may defend you ’till time is no more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Farewell to all camps, and farewell to all towns,</div> -<div class="verse">We go off all footmen, no more like dragoons;</div> -<div class="verse">For hard is our fate, and it grieves us full sore,</div> -<div class="verse">Then farewell, dear England, we’ll see thee no more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Farewell to our wives, and our sweethearts likewise;</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ we’re driven to battle yet we’ll bullets despise;</div> -<div class="verse">And if its our fortune to return once again,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll bring store of riches, and bid adieu to the main.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> - -<h2><i>A Song in Praise of the</i><br /> -KEELMEN VOLUNTEERS. On board the Lapwing Frigate.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—White Cockade.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Come fill a bumper to the brim,</div> -<div class="verse">And drink success to George our king;</div> -<div class="verse">Of France and Spain let’s not be fear’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Since our Keel Lads have volunteer’d</div> -<div class="verse">To meet the proud and daring foe,</div> -<div class="verse">And let the haughty Frenchmen know,</div> -<div class="verse">That our Keel Lads are brave and free,</div> -<div class="verse">And Neptune’s favourites will be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Zephyr, blow your gentle gales,</div> -<div class="verse">And fill our Keel Lads’ shiv’ring sails,</div> -<div class="verse">And waft them o’er the raging sea;</div> -<div class="verse">For our defenders they will be:</div> -<div class="verse">Lo! Duncan of the Texel boasts,</div> -<div class="verse">Nelson them in the Nile did toast;</div> -<div class="verse">The British flag they’re sure to sway,</div> -<div class="verse">And Frenchmen take to Norway.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">With spirits heroic and sublime,</div> -<div class="verse">Our lads are brought up on the Tyne;</div> -<div class="verse">They will our foes with sorrow fill,</div> -<div class="verse">When once they sail from Newcastle:</div> -<div class="verse">Where bullets fly and cannons roar,</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll sweep the seas from shore to shore;</div> -<div class="verse">And all the world their wonders tell:</div> -<div class="verse">Huzza, Keel Lads of Newcastle!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE SONS OF THE TYNE:<br /> -OR,<br /> -<i>British Volunteers</i>.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—Hearts of Oak.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Come cheer up your hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse">And boldly come forward to enter the line;</div> -<div class="verse">Your country it calls you, defend now her right,</div> -<div class="verse">Against that invader, who dares you to fight.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sons of Tyne all advance,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For to humble proud France;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And teach Bonaparte,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Tho’ ever so hearty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not t’ insult British valour upon her own shore.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The proud sons of Spain, too, like fools did attempt,</div> -<div class="verse">With a large Armada to make a descent;</div> -<div class="verse">But lord Howard convinc’d them, long ere they came near,</div> -<div class="verse">That they were not to take the wrong sow by the ear!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sons of Tyne, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">There was bold Sidney Smith, on the Palestine shore,</div> -<div class="verse">Made the <i>army invincible</i> lie all in gore;</div> -<div class="verse">When caught in his Mouse Trap<a name="FNanchor_17" id="FNanchor_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> at <i>Acre de John</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Bonaparte (then Musselman) made a sad moan.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sons of Tyne, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The brave Abercromby shed his last drop of blood,</div> -<div class="verse">At Alexandria, for his country’s good:</div> -<div class="verse">And shall <i>Corsican Tyranny</i> ever come near</div> -<div class="verse">To Britannia’s shores?—No! we’ll all volunteer.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sons of Tyne, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">He threats to invade us, and plunder us too,</div> -<div class="verse">And make us a <i>province</i>! but that will not do.</div> -<div class="verse">If he come, we will shew him a handful of men,</div> -<div class="verse">Who will take him in Trap, like Sir Sidney again.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sons of Tyne, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Bonaparte’s bravadoes we’ll treat with disdain,</div> -<div class="verse">Like the heroes of Britain, who rule on the main;</div> -<div class="verse">We will boldly stand forward in Britannia’s cause,</div> -<div class="verse">To protect her religion, her liberty and laws.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sons of Tyne, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_17" id="Footnote_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> The seamen call the breach made in the walls at St John de Acre, -while Bonaparte was in Egypt, the <i>Commodore’s Mouse Trap</i>.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>MARY OF THE TYNE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal</div> -<div class="verse">The pain or rapture which we feel;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis bliss while either we impart</div> -<div class="verse">Unto a sympathetic heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Just like to that sweet heart of thine,</div> -<div class="verse">My lovely Mary of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">I lose, when near thee, all my care,</div> -<div class="verse">When from thee, I am all despair;</div> -<div class="verse">My bosom heaves with anxious pain,</div> -<div class="verse">Until I meet with thee again,</div> -<div class="verse">What are these adverse pangs of mine,</div> -<div class="verse">My lovely Mary of the Tyne?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Say, is it from thy beauteous face,</div> -<div class="verse">Or is it from thy nat’ral grace,</div> -<div class="verse">Or is it thy angelic mind,</div> -<div class="verse">Or is it ev’ry one combin’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Making one sweet form divine,</div> -<div class="verse">My lovely Mary of the Tyne?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Should it be love, thou’dst sure forgive?</div> -<div class="verse">That is the food on which I live;</div> -<div class="verse">But if thou should’st that bliss deny,</div> -<div class="verse">Then must thy faithful lover die;</div> -<div class="verse">Or linger out his life supine,</div> -<div class="verse">For lovely Mary of the Tyne!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> - -<h2>NEWCASTLE FAIR—October, 1811.</h2> - -<p><i>The Pitman a drinking of <span class="smcap">Jacky</span>.</i> (English Gin. This liquor has various names in different parts -of the country. At a village in the western part of Northumberland, -the editor heard it called Blue Dick.)</p> - -<p class="center">By J.S.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—Drops of Brandy.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And did ye see ouse o’ great Sandy?</div> -<div class="verse">Lord bliss us! what wark there was there;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the folks were drinking of brandy.</div> -<div class="verse">Brandy, a shilling a glass!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aw star’d, and thought it was shamful.</div> -<div class="verse">Never mind, says aw, canny lass,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Give us yell, and aw’ll drink ma wameful.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Rum te idily, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Says she, Canny man, the yell’s cawd;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It comes frev a man they ca’ Mackey,</div> -<div class="verse">And my faith it’s byeth sour an’ awd;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye’d best hev a drop o’ wour jacky.</div> -<div class="verse">Your jacky! says I, now what’s that?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I ne’er heard the neame o’ sic liquor.</div> -<div class="verse">English gin, canny man, that’s flat.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And then she set up a great nicker.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Rum te idily, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Says I, divent laugh at poor folks,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But gang and bring some o’ yur jacky;</div> -<div class="verse">Aw want neane o’ yur jibes or jokes;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ th’ mean time aw’ll tak a bit backy.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Aw just tuke a chew o’ pig tail,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She brought in this jacky se funny:</div> -<div class="verse">Says she, Sir, that’s better than ale:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And held out her hand for the money.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Rum te idily, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s three pence to pay, if you please:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aw star’d an’ aw gap’d like a ninny:</div> -<div class="verse">Od smash thee, aw’ll sit at ma ease,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ not stir till aw’ve spent a half guinea.</div> -<div class="verse">Aw sat an’ aw drank till quite blind,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then aw’ gat up to gang to the door,</div> -<div class="verse">But deel smash a door cou’d aw find,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ fell flat o’ ma fyess on the floor.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Rum te idily, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There aw lay for ever se lang,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And dreamt about rivers and ditches;</div> -<div class="verse">When waken’d, was singing this song—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Smash, jacky, thou’s wet a’ ma breeches.”</div> -<div class="verse">An’ faith! but the sang it was true,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For jacky had been se prevailing,</div> -<div class="verse">He’d whistled himsel’ quickly through,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ the chairs an’ tables were sailing.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Rum te idily, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then rising, aw went ma ways heame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aw knock’d at the door, an’ cry’d, Jenny;</div> -<div class="verse">Says she, Canny man, is’te lame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or been wadin in Tyne, ma hinny?</div> -<div class="verse">I’ troth, she was like for to dee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ just by the way to relieve her,</div> -<div class="verse">The water’s been wadin through me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ this jacky’s a gay deceiver.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Rum te idily, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If e’er aw drink jacky again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">May the bitch of a lass, ma adviser,</div> -<div class="verse">Loup alive down ma throat, with a stane</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As big as a pulveriser.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Rum te idily, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE NEWCASTLE BEAUTIES.</h2> - -<p>These beauties must be now of some age, as they are unknown -to the editor.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Designed to be sung to the Harpsicord or Spinet, &c.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">I.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tho’ lofty bards sublimer sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And boldly tune their lays;</div> -<div class="verse">Not less renown attends the string,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which sounds to beauty’s praise.</div> -<div class="verse">Ye muses then lend me your aid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whilst I attempt to prove,</div> -<div class="verse">That in <i>Newcastle</i> many a maid</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Excells the queen of love.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">II.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye bards, forbear your partial lays,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye who so lofty sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor longer only <i>Venus</i> praise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But here your numbers bring.</div> -<div class="verse">No more shall blinded mortals pray,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or bow before her shrine;</div> -<div class="verse">No more in <i>Cyprus</i> seek the bay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But find it here on <i>Tyne</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">III.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">First of yon throng, see <i>Delia</i><a name="FNanchor_18" id="FNanchor_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> shine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That matchless nonpareil!</div> -<div class="verse">All eyes confess her form divine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Such graces round her dwell.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Dame nature has herself outdone,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In that most beauteous fair,</div> -<div class="verse">And lavish’d all those charms on one,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which thousands only share.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">IV.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Next her, behold the lovely <i>Cloe</i><a name="FNanchor_19" id="FNanchor_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye gods! what killing eyes!</div> -<div class="verse">See how her charming ringlets flow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where wanton Cupid lies:</div> -<div class="verse">The rose, compar’d to her, shall fade,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The lily lose its white:</div> -<div class="verse">E’en Sol himself must own the maid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And shine with beams less bright.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">V.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thee, lovely <i>Cynthia</i><a name="FNanchor_20" id="FNanchor_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a>, next we sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Charm’d with thy beauteous face,</div> -<div class="verse">More blooming than the verdent spring,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Adorn’d with ev’ry grace;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy comely shape and genteel air,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our admiration raise,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou stands confess’d a perfect fair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And worthy all our praise.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">VI.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy mien, sweet <i>Daphne</i><a name="FNanchor_21" id="FNanchor_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a>, next we view,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And as we view, approve;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy blooming charms all hearts subdue,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And kindle them to love:</div> -<div class="verse">Those charming breasts, and sparkling eyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What mortal can oppose?</div> -<div class="verse">Still as we gaze, new beauties rise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And still the passion grows.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">VII.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Gay <i>Sylvia</i><a name="FNanchor_22" id="FNanchor_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> next appears in sight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Surrounded by her charms,</div> -<div class="verse">Her handsome form which shines so bright,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Each youthful bosom warms.</div> -<div class="verse">Ye youths withdraw your wishful eyes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor longer on her gaze;</div> -<div class="verse">For were your hearts as cold as ice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her beams would make them blaze.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">VIII.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sweet <i>Celia</i><a name="FNanchor_23" id="FNanchor_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> next demands our care,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That lovely nut-brown maid!</div> -<div class="verse">Behold her charming flowing hair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In jetty locks display’d:</div> -<div class="verse">She fills each bosom with desire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So graceful is her mein;</div> -<div class="verse">Her comely features all admire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where thousand loves are seen.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">IX.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See <i>Flavia</i><a name="FNanchor_24" id="FNanchor_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a>, the young, the gay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For graceful air renown’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Her mien more bright than flow’ry May,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With ev’ry beauty crown’d.</div> -<div class="verse">Her beauteous sister<a name="FNanchor_25" id="FNanchor_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> next appears,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom wond’rous charms adorn;</div> -<div class="verse">The lovely doe each bosom chears,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With beauties like the morn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">X.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The next we view is <i>Julia’s</i><a name="FNanchor_26" id="FNanchor_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> face,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For comely features lov’d;</div> -<div class="verse">Her golden locks still add a grace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To what all hearts approv’d.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Her friend no less inspires the lay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The lovely <i>Danæ</i><a name="FNanchor_27" id="FNanchor_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> fair,</div> -<div class="verse">To whom all tongues their praises pay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Charm’d with her shape and air.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">XI.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thee, <i>Phœbe</i><a name="FNanchor_28" id="FNanchor_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a>, with <i>Ophelia</i><a name="FNanchor_29" id="FNanchor_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> join’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We can’t too much admire,</div> -<div class="verse">Your blooming charms, it must be own’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All hearts to love inspire.</div> -<div class="verse">To handsome <i>Pat</i><a name="FNanchor_30" id="FNanchor_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a>, and lovely <i>Stell</i><a name="FNanchor_31" id="FNanchor_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our praises too belong;</div> -<div class="verse">These, who in various charms excel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Close up the beauteous throng.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse center">XII.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As now ador’d you pass your bloom,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your autumn you may live;</div> -<div class="verse">Let me, ye beauteous fair, presume,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This one advice to give;</div> -<div class="verse">Virtue pursue—or vain ye’re bright,</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>“In vain your eyes may roll;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>’Tis true that charms do strike the sight,</i></div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>But merit wins the soul.”</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_18" id="Footnote_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> Miss P——y T——n.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_19" id="Footnote_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Miss H——le.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_20" id="Footnote_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Miss H——y.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_21" id="Footnote_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> Miss B——p.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_22" id="Footnote_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> Miss H——m.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_23" id="Footnote_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> Miss S——s.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_24" id="Footnote_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> Miss F——tt</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_25" id="Footnote_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Miss F——tt.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_26" id="Footnote_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> Miss H——h.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_27" id="Footnote_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> Miss J—— B——ll.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_28" id="Footnote_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Miss P—— S——t.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_29" id="Footnote_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> Miss L——s.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_30" id="Footnote_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> Miss A——n.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_31" id="Footnote_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> Miss M——y G——n.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>SONG,<br /> -<i>On the Address of the Newcastle House of Lords, on turning -out Lord North, and Mr Fox</i>.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Royal G——e, on new year’s day,<a name="FNanchor_32" id="FNanchor_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had told his bishops, great and small,</div> -<div class="verse">What our <i>wise Crows</i>, last March did say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“He fear’d Britannia’s sudden fall.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For knaves determin’d on his doom;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Two of the worst were <i>Fox</i> and <i>North</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">These he displac’d, and in their room</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had station’d <span class="smcap">Pitt</span>, and men of worth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">T’ assuage the sovereign’s grief and care,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And loyal feeling to express,</div> -<div class="verse">Imperial London’s duteous mayor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Approach’d the throne with an address.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Counties, and towns, and boroughs too,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Throng’d thick, and their addresses paid,</div> -<div class="verse">Their prince to undeceive, and shew</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How twice ten years he’d been betray’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Newcastle’s mayor, to virtue form’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(<i>Charles</i> the upright and the good;)</div> -<div class="verse">Whose hands refrain’d, and nobly scorn’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To stain with <i>transatlantic</i> blood.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A temperate zeal, he did confess,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Became each lover of his king;</div> -<div class="verse">Then all join’d him in an address;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thousands warmly did it sign.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A band more true, (what need of words?)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And of all loyal men the flower;</div> -<div class="verse">I mean <i>Ned C——g’s house of lords</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who prais’d each minister in power.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fancy seiz’d! each noble peer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Pushing the tankard foaming o’er:</div> -<div class="verse">(O had lord <i>Umbrage</i> but been here,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But we shall never see him more!)</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now fairly sat the sage divan,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And silence call’d to every box.</div> -<div class="verse">“Let’s thank our king, aye every man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For turning out lord <i>North</i> and <i>Fox</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We must confess it’s scarce seven years,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since we address’d our royal sire;</div> -<div class="verse">And beg’d he’d scorn all whiggish fears,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And we would help to blow the fire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">War’s flame did blaze both far and near,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Europe’s powers against us join’d:</div> -<div class="verse">Our fleets were beat, our armies fled,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We sued for peace, and bought it dear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It’s true the whigs, these knavish rogues</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All cried, our mischiefs North began:</div> -<div class="verse">But what care we for barking dogs;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For <i>North</i> was still <i>the greatest man</i>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our empire was too wide and great,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And too unwieldy—and what not!</div> -<div class="verse">But <i>North</i>, our tailor of the state,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Clip’d it, as <i>Umbrage</i> would a coat.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A truth from which we scorn to swerve.</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>The more we lose, the more we gain</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">And trade and treasures only serve,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To foster pride, and care, and pain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But ah, how vain is human hope!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Great <i>North</i> with spendthrift <i>Fox</i> has join’d:</div> -<div class="verse">(For this he well deserves a rope)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All fair professions are but wind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come then, my lords, stand forth like men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The good old cause keep still in view;</div> -<div class="verse">And tell the k——g we do condemn</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Old knaves, and will support the new.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The house then rung with loud applause,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fists, pipes, and smoke, their joy express.</div> -<div class="verse">A committee resolved was</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To word, and draw up the address.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Th’ expence, agreed by numerous votes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Attending this address of thanks;</div> -<div class="verse">Was all to be paid out in notes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of Sir James Duncan’s best of banks.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_32" id="Footnote_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> Alluding to the king’s reply to the b——’s address, usual on -the first day of the year, expressive of a desponding prediction, truly -alarming.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2><i>THE ADDRESS</i><br /> -OF<br /> -SIR J. DUNCAN, AND CO.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Of the Scale de Cross Bank, to the Ladies, Gentlemen, and -Merchants, of Newcastle upon Tyne, and its Environs.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir James Duncan and Co. their kind compliments send</div> -<div class="verse">To the public in general, who so befriend</div> -<div class="verse">Their laudable endeavour, your gold to exchange,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet reluctantly confess, they think it most strange</div> -<div class="verse">Their opening a Bank, shou’d be <i>impudent</i> thought,</div> -<div class="verse">By those who are strangers to their <span class="smcapuc">KERECTER</span><a name="FNanchor_33" id="FNanchor_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a>, and note,</div> -<div class="verse">And flatter themselves, the following reasons will prove</div> -<div class="verse">Their right to <i>be Bankers</i>, and objections remove.</div> -<div class="verse">The title, they presume, will command the esteem</div> -<div class="verse">Of those who at a distance, from hence, may have seen</div> -<div class="verse">Their elegant Notes; their clothes—they vow, and declare,</div> -<div class="verse">In London were made, as you may see by their air;</div> -<div class="verse">The skin on Sir <i>James</i>, is not so fit as his coat,</div> -<div class="verse">And fine Bristol beer washes his throat.</div> -<div class="verse">No Newcastle furniture their office degrades,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir <i>James Duncan</i> employs no such bungling, vile blades,</div> -<div class="verse">As the paltry workmen, in this smokey town,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose finery often—has made us Bankers frown.</div> -<div class="verse">They are not worth an hundred thousand it’s true,</div> -<div class="verse">But supposing they were, cou’d the public, and you</div> -<div class="verse">Their friends be assured they wou’d not exceed</div> -<div class="verse">Their capital <i>twice</i>, when their paper you need,</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>wisely prefer</i> it, to hard silver and gold,</div> -<div class="verse">Because you don’t <i>weigh</i> it, and it’s much sooner told.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The notes of their brethern they will not refuse,</div> -<div class="verse">Let other bankers less <i>wise</i>, do that if they chuse;</div> -<div class="verse">The public they’ll serve, their cash take, and bills discount,</div> -<div class="verse">Except at Change hours, to any amount;</div> -<div class="verse">And when profusion and taxes, and of America the loss,</div> -<div class="verse">Old England has ruin’d—firm will stand the <i>Scale Cross</i>.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The critics our doggrels will sneer at, we suppose,</div> -<div class="verse">But <i>Strap</i>, who’s a <span class="smcapuc">GENIUS</span>, has measur’d them, and knows,</div> -<div class="verse">Like a shoe on a last they are fit, and convey</div> -<div class="verse">Our intention completely, and it’s needless to say,</div> -<div class="verse">Newcastle, Exchange, Tyne, or Commercial Bank,<a name="FNanchor_34" id="FNanchor_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Must yield to us in writing, as well as in rank,</div> -<div class="verse">No knight can they boast—and we his majesty thank.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>Sir J. Duncan, Hide, Strap, Last, Awl, & Jacob End.</i></p> - -<p class="center">SIR JAMES DUNCAN’s NOTES WERE AS FOLLOWS:—</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/banknote.jpg" width="500" height="281" alt="Banknote" /> -<p class="caption">CRISPIN.</p> -<p class="caption">No. 89.</p> -<p class="caption"><i>I Promise to pay Mr Benj. Bulk, -or Bearer on Demand the Sum of</i> Two Pence, <i>Value received</i>. -Seale de Cross Bank, <span class="smcap">Newcastle</span>, <i>24 Jany 1784</i>. -<i>For Sir J. Duncan, Hide, Strap, Last, Awl, & Self, -Jacob End.</i></p> -<p class="caption">Two Pence.</p> -<p class="caption"><i>Entd Jas Back, No. 89.</i></p> -<p class="caption"><i>N.B. Our Estates liable, and Copper taken.</i></p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_33" id="Footnote_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> We have observed, at a Coffee-house, that one of our brethren -pronounces this word thus.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_34" id="Footnote_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> Out of these four banks, only two now remain, (1812) <i>i.e.</i>, the Newcastle, and the Tyne.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> - -<h2><i>AN ELEGY</i>,<br /> -TO THE MEMORY OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE<br /> -LORD RAVENSWORTH.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Who died, January 30th, 1784, Aged 76.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Liddell, farewell! to all true Britons dear,</div> -<div class="verse">We mourn in heart, and shed the friendly tear:</div> -<div class="verse">Yet not for thee our eyes in tears we steep,</div> -<div class="verse">Our grief is selfish—for ourselves we weep:</div> -<div class="verse">No loss by death the worthy can sustain,</div> -<div class="verse">We are the losers—and our loss thy gain.</div> -<div class="verse">The rich have lost, by thy lamented end,</div> -<div class="verse">The <i>best</i> of neighbours; and the poor a <i>friend</i>.</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">O Ravensworth</span>! thy hospitable door</div> -<div class="verse">Receiv’d the wealthy, and reliev’d the poor.</div> -<div class="verse">Adorn’d with ev’ry virtue, ev’ry grace</div> -<div class="verse">Which nature <i>e’er</i> bestow’d on human race.</div> -<div class="verse">Through a long life, example bright thou shone!</div> -<div class="verse">By all belov’d:—Now each regrets thou’rt gone!</div> -<div class="verse">Thy suff’rings here were weigh’d; nor shall thy death</div> -<div class="verse">Be more than ceasing of thy mortal breath;</div> -<div class="verse">Thy Master calls, ripe for thy Master’s joy,</div> -<div class="verse">Where love and bliss, the upright mind employ.</div> -<div class="verse">Speak ye, who knew him best, what man can say,</div> -<div class="verse">That <span class="smcap">Liddell</span> could the distant friend betray!</div> -<div class="verse">To friendship true, no scandal from his tongue;</div> -<div class="verse">To hurt a friend, or do his foe a wrong.</div> -<div class="verse">For truth he try’d, enquir’d, and careful sought,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet lov’d the man altho’ he diff’rent thought.</div> -<div class="verse">Who’s right! be left to that decisive day,</div> -<div class="verse">When truth’s bright beams shall shine without allay.</div> -<div class="verse">Ne’er sway’d by notions, nor to schemes confin’d,</div> -<div class="verse">His breast was open to the honest mind.</div> -<div class="verse">Whatever noble warmth could recommend,</div> -<div class="verse">The just, the active, and the constant friend;</div> -<div class="verse">Whatever great or good we can adore,</div> -<div class="verse">Center’d in him—in him alas! no more.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Thus love, peace, joy, with a distinguish’d grace,</div> -<div class="verse">Shone thro’ the features of his friendly face.</div> -<div class="verse">How near approaches to a life divine,</div> -<div class="verse">The man in whom the peaceful virtues shine?</div> -<div class="verse">In public charities he foremost stood,</div> -<div class="verse">And likewise private——always doing good.</div> -<div class="verse">The poor, in him, a friend was sure to find,</div> -<div class="verse">And to their wants, his purse he free resign’d.</div> -<div class="verse">Such the kind man! May we like him be wise,</div> -<div class="verse">Pursue his virtuous steps, and with him reach the prize.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>T.R.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<h2><i>LINES</i><br /> -ON THE DEATH OF<br /> -JOHN, LORD DELAVAL;</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Who died, May 17th, 1808.—Aged 80.</i></p> - -<p class="center">By M. Harvey.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In hollow murmurs o’er the bending reeds</div> -<div class="verse">Sorrow’s keen accents sweep across the meads;</div> -<div class="verse">And as the grief-charg’d sound moves sad along,</div> -<div class="verse">Unstrings the lute, and stills the wood nymph’s song.</div> -<div class="verse">O’er all the sad’n’d scene the mournful train,</div> -<div class="verse">In keenest anguish, join the solemn strain;</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst recollection, with tenacious power,</div> -<div class="verse">Thickens the gloom that damps the passing hour.</div> -<div class="verse">The many banner’d trump of clarion fame,</div> -<div class="verse">Sounds in full chords the blood stain’d warrior’s name,</div> -<div class="verse">Echoes to realms remote, and nations far,</div> -<div class="verse">The mighty power of man-destroying war.</div> -<div class="verse">Deadens with magic force each softer lay,</div> -<div class="verse">That throng’d the courts, and made the vallies gay:</div> -<div class="verse">While the vain phantom, honour, barbs the wand,</div> -<div class="verse">That waves destruction o’er the smiling land.</div> -<div class="verse">And ’midst the accents of her harsher lays,</div> -<div class="verse">Shall she forget to sound the good man’s praise?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Forbid it, every spark of social love,</div> -<div class="verse">That made, through life, his every passion move;</div> -<div class="verse">That taught his heart with sympathy to glow,</div> -<div class="verse">To stem the torrent of domestic woe.</div> -<div class="verse">Whose open hand strew’d o’er the lowly scene,</div> -<div class="verse">Plenty’s gay smiles, and joy’s delighted mien;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose presence cheer’d, with animating ray,</div> -<div class="verse">Life’s highest walks, and made the gay more gay:</div> -<div class="verse">Fitted alike to grace the lordly dome,</div> -<div class="verse">Or in the cottage make contentment bloom:</div> -<div class="verse">Thy virtues, <span class="smcap">Delaval</span>, we long shall mourn,</div> -<div class="verse">And wash, with unfeign’d tears, thy hallow’d urn.</div> -<div class="verse">No laurel wreath, nor high poetic lays</div> -<div class="verse">Need bloom, or live in song to sound thy praise;</div> -<div class="verse">For whilst thy loss our keenest sorrow moves,</div> -<div class="verse">O’er all the <i>past</i>, delighted fancy roves;</div> -<div class="verse">Each fond remembrance that reverts to thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Tells what our <i>present</i> conduct ought to be;</div> -<div class="verse">And points, with heavenward aim, to that Dread Power,</div> -<div class="verse">Whose mystic means unfolds the <i>future</i> hour;</div> -<div class="verse">Cheers the dark gloom of life’s last setting ray,</div> -<div class="verse">And leads us on to everlasting day!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE WALLSEND RIFLE CORPS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of a’ the many bonny corps,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which now our country nigh fill,</div> -<div class="verse">Where can ye shew me sic a corps,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As the bonny Wallsend Rifle?</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The bonny Wallsend Rifle,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The canny Wallsend Rifle;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Where can ye shew me sic a corps,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">As the bonny Wallsend Rifle?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whe loups the dykes, an’ climbs the wa’s,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then thinks it but a trifle?</div> -<div class="verse">Why, naen amang the black-breek’d chaps;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Naen but the Wallsend Rifle.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">The bonny, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They’ve brav’ry aboon the een;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And when on Throckley High Fell,</div> -<div class="verse">Th’ Newcastle chaps dar’d not engage;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They tuke the Wallsend Rifle.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">The bonny, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To see them shut, then run, then shut,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And then fall down or lye still:</div> -<div class="verse">O wuns! it’s better than a play,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The bonny Wallsend Rifle.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">The bonny, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With bravery to kill the French,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Long may their bosoms high fill:</div> -<div class="verse">And long may monny on us sing—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The bonny Wallsend Rifle.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">The bonny, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>SONG.<br /> -<i>Written on the King’s Birth-day, 1808.</i></h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—Sons of the Tyne.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair Freedom,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You’ll there see a sight that will banish your fears;</div> -<div class="verse">A sight that would terrify Bonney, should he come,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The sight I allude to’s our brave Volunteers.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Arrang’d in a row, with the brave Association;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Gateshead, so gallant, are likewise in line;</div> -<div class="verse">Our Volunteers too, the defence of the nation,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You likewise will see the bright Legion of Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Sunderland too, with Artillery assemble;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Shields and the Hexham with ardour appears;</div> -<div class="verse">The sight of these heroes would make Bonney tremble,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Could he get a peep at our brave Volunteers.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye fam’d Rifle corps, I must too praise your merit;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You’ll always be ready when glory does call;</div> -<div class="verse">The whole fir’d with freedom, with ardour and spirit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When flank’d by the boys from the End of the Wall.<a name="FNanchor_35" id="FNanchor_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You Patriots assembled on this grand occasion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A sight that’s so noble each wounded mind cheers;</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll always be ready to repel invasion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And merit the title of brave Volunteers.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May courage and candour still all your minds govern,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your zeal in the pages of history will shine;</div> -<div class="verse">Be true to your country and just to your Sovereign,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye sons of fair Freedom, of Wear and of Tyne.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_35" id="Footnote_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> Wallsend.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE TOKEN MONGER.<br /> -A SONG.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—Erin go bragh.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The plaint of a mourner, deep sorrow oppress’d with,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Late, as thro’ Dean Street I pass’d, caught my ear;</div> -<div class="verse">’Twas a poor Token Monger, who prudence unbless’d with,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had receiv’d for <i>presumption</i>, a trimming severe.</div> -<div class="verse">He gaz’d on the <i>caution</i><a name="FNanchor_36" id="FNanchor_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> with wonder dumb founded,</div> -<div class="verse">His dear self-importance severely was wounded,</div> -<div class="verse">At such a long list of opponents confounded:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The <i>tokens</i> he issued, were tokens of woe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah well-a-day! said the poor Token Monger,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My project is scouted, my <i>Mint’s</i> at a stand;</div> -<div class="verse">Alas! the sweet hope, I must cherish no longer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of Jehu-like driving four in hand.</div> -<div class="verse">Oh why! e’er in day dreams illusive exulting,</div> -<div class="verse">Why did I my neighbours ne’er think of consulting!</div> -<div class="verse">Now grief from their <i>fiat</i> so hostile resulting,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Compels me to issue the tokens of woe!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’ve sported rare <i>logic</i>, I’ve stuck not at <i>bouncing</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ve prov’d myself rich as a <i>crœsus</i> in <i>brass</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ve amus’d the whole town with my vaunting and flouncing;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But vain are my labours, the <i>tokens</i> won’t <i>pass</i>!</div> -<div class="verse">Vain too is thy friendship, dear Butterfly Billy,</div> -<div class="verse">Of all my supporters, most noisy and silly;</div> -<div class="verse">Wilt thou still take my tokens? sweet daffa-down-dilly:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oh! those which I issue are tokens of woe!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Vanity whisper’d me, “John thou art clever,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Thy neighbours beyond their own noses can’t see;”</div> -<div class="verse">I foolishly thought so, but never, oh never,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was mortal more sadly mistaken than me.</div> -<div class="verse">Down from your windows, my friends, snatch your papers,</div> -<div class="verse">The ridicule now of all <i>starers</i> and <i>gapers</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">Some wag I am fearful will give you the <i>vapours</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By offering you payment in tokens of woe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Join, O ye pay clerks, my loud lamentations,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come my ill luck sympathetic deplore:</div> -<div class="verse">On discount you reckon’d, but such expectations,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Alas! my good friends, you must cherish no more.</div> -<div class="verse">Tokens! God help me! why, why should I make them!</div> -<div class="verse">Neither will Pitmen or Keelmen now take them;</div> -<div class="verse">E’en in their wagers, they scruple to stake them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oh! none must I issue but tokens of woe!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No more of his sorrows the muse hath recorded,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ tunefully still he bewail’d his sad fate;</div> -<div class="verse">For listning no longer enjoyment afforded;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The evening was chilly, the hour it was late.</div> -<div class="verse">Ah, thought I, as quick homeward I now was repairing,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis just with all <i>wrong-heads</i>, presumptious and daring,</div> -<div class="verse">In their projects, the end with the means never squaring,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Still baffled, they issue the tokens of woe.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_36" id="Footnote_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> A caution against the tokens, signed by 118 persons, was published 26th November, 1811.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> - -<h2><i>The following Dialogue, in bad Prose, was overheard by the -Person who now attempts it in bad Verse.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">(December, 1811.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Hey, Jacky, ma honey, hae ye seen the new money,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The money, that’s made, mun, at Newcastle town?</div> -<div class="verse">It’s bonie an’ breet, man, an’ tho’ it’s but leet, man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Folks like it sae weel, that the notes are off flown.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“I frae the chap got, man, a score for a note, man;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ smash me! I thought him a thick headed feul;</div> -<div class="verse">T’ gie siller for paper, is sure a queer caper:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We knaw which is better, Jack, we were at skeul.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“But, Will, I’ve a notion, you han’t seen the caution,<a name="FNanchor_37" id="FNanchor_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">The grocer folks up i’ their windows hae put;</div> -<div class="verse">They say they’ll be broken, if they take a token;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ seun that their shops they will hae for to shut.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Why, Jack, sure they’re feulish, to refuse them is cullish,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Why siller, man’s, siller, and paper’s but rags;</div> -<div class="verse">And as lang as we knaw that, there’s nane o’ them a’ that</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will make us put paper stead sill i’ wor bags.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The bank there of Surtees, ye knaw how it hurt hus;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And, for the five score pund I’d laid by for’t lass,</div> -<div class="verse">They’re now off’ring twenty, an thinking it plenty;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ years ago, Jack, I was starving for’t brass.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“An Jack i’ the raw, ye very weel knaw,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The loss he cam too, when his house it was brunt:</div> -<div class="verse">His kistful of paper, went up in a vapour,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An of his sixscore pund he heard na mair on’t.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“No, no more their notes, shall they cram down our throats,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When we siller can get, man, to put i’ wour kists:</div> -<div class="verse">A f——t for their signing, an cautions sae whining,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Let them who won’t take them, wey, do it that lists.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_37" id="Footnote_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> The caution was mostly signed by the grocers of the town; it -having been devised at their trade meeting.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> - -<h2>FOOTY AGAIN THE WALL.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>A Song much sung some Years ago, by the Pitmen about -Long Benton.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fra Benton Bank, to Benton town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There’s not a Pitman’s raw:</div> -<div class="verse">So when ye get to the Moor Yate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Play footy again the wa’.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Then hie footy, and how footy,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And footy again the wa’;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And when ye get to the Moor Yate,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Play footy again the wa’.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The wife went down the Moor Lonnin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And let her basket fa’;</div> -<div class="verse">For when she gat to the Moor Yate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Play’d footy again the wa’.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Then hie, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The stoby road’s a stoby place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And some o’ the stobs are la’;</div> -<div class="verse">But still there’s some that’s high enough,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For footy again the wa’.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Then hie, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Holy Stone’s a holy place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The trees are thick and la’;</div> -<div class="verse">But they are nought to the Moor Yate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For footy again the wa’.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Then hie, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wapping Square is a bonny place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The houses are but sma’:</div> -<div class="verse">But in them yet there’s room enough,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For footy again the wa’.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Then hie, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lady did not like the house,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For the air it was raw;</div> -<div class="verse">It was sweeter far at the Moor Yate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For footy again the wa’.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Then hie, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Young Cuddy is a bonny lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Robin’s tall and sma’;</div> -<div class="verse">But if you come to wour town end,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ll footy again the wa’.</div> -<div class="verse indent10">Then hie, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> -<img src="images/header-battle.jpg" width="300" height="153" alt="A pile of discarded armour and weapons" /> -</div> - -<h2>THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Fought the 9th of August, 1388.</i></p> - -<p>Camden, in his Britannia, page 850, gives the following account of this battle:—“There happened this year, (1388) at Otterburn, in Northumberland, a stout engagement between the Scots and English:—Victory three or four times changing sides, and at last -fixing with the Scots; for Henry Piercy, (for his youthful forwardness, by-named Hotspur) who commanded the English, was himself -taken prisoner, and lost 1500 of his men; and William Douglass, -the Scots general, fell, with the greatest part of his army; so that -never was there a greater instance of the martial prowess of both -nations.” Sir John Froysart (who lived at that time) gives a full -account of this battle, and says, that it was Earl James Douglass who -was the Scottish general. See <i>Eachard, Rapin, &c.</i></p> - -<p class="center">From an old MSS.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whan husbondes wynne ther haye,</div> -<div class="verse">The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd him to ryde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Ynglond to take a praye:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The yerlle of Fyffe, withowghten stryffe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He bowynd him over Sulway:</div> -<div class="verse">The grete wolde ever together ryde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That raysse they may rewe for aye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Over ‘Ottercap’ hyll they cam in,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And so dowyn by Rodelyffe crage,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon Grene ‘Leyton’ they lyghted dowyn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Styrande many a’ stage:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And boldely brente Northomberlonde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And haryed many a towyn;</div> -<div class="verse">They dyd owr Ynglysh men grete wrange,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To battell that were not bowyn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Than spake a berne upon the bent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of comforte that was not colde,</div> -<div class="verse">And sayd, we have brente Northomberlonde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We have all welth in holde.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now we have haryed all Bamboroweschyre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All the welth in the worlde have wee,</div> -<div class="verse">I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So styll and stalwurthlye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Upon the morrowe, when it was day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The standerdes schone fulle bryght;</div> -<div class="verse">To the Newe Castell the toke the waye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thether they cam fulle ryght.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Syr Henry Perssye laye at the Newe Castell,<a name="FNanchor_38" id="FNanchor_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">I tell yow withowtten drede;</div> -<div class="verse">He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And kept Barwyke upon Twede.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To the Newe Castell when they cam,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Skottes they cryde on hyght,</div> -<div class="verse">Syr Harye Perssye, and thow byste within,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Com to the fylde, and fyght:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For we have brente Northomberlonde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy erytage good and ryght;</div> -<div class="verse">And syne my logeyng I have take,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With my brande dubbyd many a knyght.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Syr Harye Perssye cam to the walles,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Skottysh oste for to se;</div> -<div class="verse">And sayd, And thou hast brente Northomberlonde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Full sore it rewyeth me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yf thow hast haryed all Bamboroweschyre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thow hast done me grete envye;</div> -<div class="verse">For the trespasse thow hast me done,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The tone of us schall dye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where schall I byde the, sayd the Dowglasse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or where wylte thow com to me?</div> -<div class="verse">“At Otterborne in the hygh way,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ther mast thow well looged be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The roo full rekeless ther sche runnes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To make the game and glee:</div> -<div class="verse">The fawken and the fesaunt both,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Among the holtes on hye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther mast thow have thy welth at wyll,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Well looged ther mast be;</div> -<div class="verse">Yt schall not be long, or I com the tyll,”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sayd syr Harye Perssye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther schall I byde the, said the Dowglasse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By the fayth of my bodye.</div> -<div class="verse">Thether schall I com, sayd syr Harye Perssye;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My trowth I plyght to the.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth, as I yow saye,</div> -<div class="verse">Ther he myed the Dowglasse drynke,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all hys ost that daye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Dowglasse turnyd hym homewarde agayne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth withowghten naye,</div> -<div class="verse">He took hys logeynge at Otterborne</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon a Wedynsday:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And ther he pyght hys standerd dowyn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hys gettyng more and lesse,</div> -<div class="verse">And syne he warned hys men to goo,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To chose ther geldynges gresse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Skottyshe knyght hoved upon the bent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A wache I dare well saye:</div> -<div class="verse">So was he ware on the noble Perssy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the dawnyng of the daye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He prycked to his pavyleon dore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As fast as he myght ronne,</div> -<div class="verse">Awaken, Dowglasse, cryed the knyght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For hys love that syttes in trone.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Awaken, Dowglasse, cryed the knyght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For thow maste waken wyth wynne;</div> -<div class="verse">Yender have I spyed the prowde Perssye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And seven standardes wyth hym.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nay, by my trowth, the Dowglasse sayed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yt ys but a fayned taylle:</div> -<div class="verse">He durst not loke on my brede banner,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For all Ynglonde so haylle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That stondes so fayre on Tyne?</div> -<div class="verse">For all the men the Perssye had,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He cowde not garr me ones to dyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He stepped owt at hys pavelyon dore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To loke and yt were lesse;</div> -<div class="verse">“Araye yow, lordynges, one and all,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For here bygynnes no peysse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The yerlle of Mentaye, thow art my erne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The fowarde I gyve to thee:</div> -<div class="verse">The yerlle of Huntley cawte and kene,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He schall ‘wyth the be.’</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lorde of Bowghan in armure bryght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On the other hand he schall be:</div> -<div class="verse">Lorde Jhonstone, and lorde Maxwell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They to schall be wyth me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Swynton fayre fylde upon your pryde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To batell make yow bowen:</div> -<div class="verse">Syr Davy Skotte, syr Water Stewarde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Syr Jhon of Agurstone.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_38" id="Footnote_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> The Scots, in this inroad, lay before Newcastle three days, where -there was an almost continual skirmish. Sir Henry Percy, (with his -brother, had come to Newcastle, on the intelligence of the Scots being -abroad) in one of these skirmishes, lost his pennon or standard; and -pledging himself to redeem it, followed the Scots to Otterburn, where -the battle took place. See <i>Freysart’s Chronicles</i>.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2><i>A FYTTE.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Perssye came byfore hys oste,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whych was ever a gentyll knyght,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the Dowglasse lowde can he crye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wyll holde that I have hyght:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For thou haste brente Northomberlonde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And done me grete envye;</div> -<div class="verse">For thys trespasse thow haste me done,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The tone of us schall dye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Dowglasse answerde him agayne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With grete wurdes upon hye,</div> -<div class="verse">And sayd, I have twenty agaynst ‘thy’ one.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Byholde and thow maste see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wyth that the Perssye was grevyd sore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth, as I yow saye:</div> -<div class="verse">He lyghted dowyn upon hys foote,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And schoote his horsse clene away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Every man sawe that he dyd soo,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That rall was ever in rowght;</div> -<div class="verse">Every man schoote hys horsse hym froo,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And lyght hym rowynde abowght.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This syr Harye Perssye toke the fylde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth, as I yow saye:</div> -<div class="verse">Jesu Cryste in heven on hyght</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dyd helpe hym well that daye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But nyne thowsande, ther was no moo;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The cronykle wyll not layne:</div> -<div class="verse">Forty thowsande Skottes and fowre</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That day fowght them agayne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But when the battell byganne to joyne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In hast ther cam a knyght,</div> -<div class="verse">The letters fayr furth hath he tayne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thus he sayd full ryght:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My lorde, your father he gretes yow well,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wyth many a noble knyght;</div> -<div class="verse">He desyres yow to byde</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That he may see thys fyght.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The baron of Grastoke ys com owt of the west,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wyth hym a noble companye;</div> -<div class="verse">All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the battell fayne wolde they see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For Jesus love, sayd syr Harye Perssye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That dyed for yow and me,</div> -<div class="verse">Wende to my lorde my father agayne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And saye thow sawe me not wyth yee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yt nedes me not to layne,</div> -<div class="verse">That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And I have hys trowth agayne:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And yf that I wynde off thys growende,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth onfowghten awaye,</div> -<div class="verse">He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yn hys londe another daye.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By Mary that mykell maye,</div> -<div class="verse">Then ever my manhood schulde be reprovyd,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wyth a Skotte another daye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wherfore, schote, archars, for my sake,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And let scharpe arowes flee:</div> -<div class="verse">Mynstrells, playe up for your waryson,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And well quyt yt schall be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Every man thynke on hys trewe love,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And marke hym to the Trenite:</div> -<div class="verse">For to God I make myne avowe</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This daye wyll I not fle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The blodye harte yn the Dowglas armes,<a name="FNanchor_39" id="FNanchor_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hys standerde stode on hye;</div> -<div class="verse">That every man myght full well knowe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By syde stode starres thre.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Forsoth as I yow sayne;</div> -<div class="verse">The lucettes and the ‘cressawntes’ both;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Skottes fowght them agayne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Upon sent Andrewe lowde can they crye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thrysse they schowte on ayght,</div> -<div class="verse">And syne marked them one owr Ynglysshe men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As I have tolde yow ryght.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sent George the bryght, owr ladyes knyght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To name they were full fayne;</div> -<div class="verse">Owr Ynglisshe men they cryde on hyght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thrysse the schowtte agayne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I tell yow in sertayne;</div> -<div class="verse">Men of armes byganne to joyne;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Many a dowghty man was ther slayne.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Perssye and the Dowglas mette,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That ather of other was fayne;</div> -<div class="verse">They ‘swapped’ together whyll that the swette,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wyth swordes of fine collayne;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tyll the bloode from ther bassonettes ranne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As the roke doth in the rayne.</div> -<div class="verse">Yelde the to me, sayd the Dowglas,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or ellse thow schalt be slayne:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For I see, by thy bryght bassonet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thow arte sum man of myght;</div> -<div class="verse">And so I do by thy burnysshed brande,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thow art an yerle, or elles a knyght.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By my good faythe, sayd the noble Perssye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now haste thou rede full ryght,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whyll I may stonde and fyght.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They swapped together, whyll that they swette,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wyth swordes scharpe and long;</div> -<div class="verse">Ych on other so faste thee beette,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Perssye was a man of strength,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I tell yow in thys stounde,</div> -<div class="verse">He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That he felle to the growynde.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sworde was scharpe and sore can byte,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I tell yow in sertayne;</div> -<div class="verse">To the harte he cowde him smyte,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus was the Dowglas slayne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The stonderdes stode styll on ‘elke’ asyde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wyth many a grevous grone;</div> -<div class="verse">Ther the fowght the daye, and all the nyght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And many a dowghty man was slayne.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But styffely in stowre can stond,</div> -<div class="verse">Ych one hewyng on other whyll they myght drye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth and sertenly,</div> -<div class="verse">Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That daye that he cowde dye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The yerlle of Mentaye he was slayne.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Grysely groned uppon the growynd;</div> -<div class="verse">Syr Davy Skotte, syr Water Stewarde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Syr Jhon of Agurstonne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Syr Charlles Morrey in that place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That never a fote wold flee;</div> -<div class="verse">Syr Hugh Maxwell, a lorde he was,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wyth the Dowglasse dyd he dye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth as I yow saye,</div> -<div class="verse">For fowre and forty thowsande Skottes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Went but eyghtene awaye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth and sertenlye,</div> -<div class="verse">A gentyll knyght, syr Jhon ‘Fitzhewe,’</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yt was the more pety.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Syr James Harebotell ther was slayne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For hym ther hartes were sore,</div> -<div class="verse">The gentyll ‘Lovell’ ther was slayne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That the Perssye’s standerd bore.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe perte,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For soth as I yow saye;</div> -<div class="verse">Of nyne thowsande Ynglysshe men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fyve hondert cam awaye:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The other were slayne in the fylde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo,</div> -<div class="verse">Seying ther was so fewe fryndes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Agaynst so many a foo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then on the morne they mayde them beerys</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of byrch, and haysell graye;</div> -<div class="verse">Many a widowe wyth wepyng teyres</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ther makes they fette awaye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bytwene the nyghte and the daye;</div> -<div class="verse">Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the Perssye was lede awaye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then was ther a Scottysh prysoner tayne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Syr Hewe Montgomery was hys name,</div> -<div class="verse">For soth as I yow saye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He borrowed the Perssye home agayne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now let us all for the Perssye praye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Jesu most of myght,</div> -<div class="verse">To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For he was a gentyll knyght.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_39" id="Footnote_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> The armorial ensigns of Douglas were Argent, a Man’s Heart, -Gules, and on a chief Azure three stars of the first.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It fell and about the Lammas time,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When husband men do win their hay,</div> -<div class="verse">Earl <span class="smcap">Douglas</span> is to the English woods,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And a’ with him to fetch a prey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He has chosen the <span class="smcap">Lindsays</span> light,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With them the gallant <span class="smcap">Gordons</span> gay,</div> -<div class="verse">And the Earl of <span class="smcap">Fyfe</span> withouten strife,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Sir <span class="smcap">Hugh Montgomery</span> upon a grey.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They hae taken Northumberland,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sae hae they the North-shire,</div> -<div class="verse">And the Otter-dale they burnt it hale,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And set it a’ into a fire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Out then spack a bonny boy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That serv’d ane o’ Earl <span class="smcap">Douglas’</span> kin;</div> -<div class="verse">Methinks I see an English host</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A-coming branken us upon.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If this be true, my little boy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An it be troth that thou tells me,</div> -<div class="verse">The brawest bower in Otterbourne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This day shall be thy morning fee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But if it be false, my little boy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And but a lie that thou tells me;</div> -<div class="verse">On the highest tree that’s in Otterbourne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With my awin hands I’ll hing thee hie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The boy’s taen out his little penknife,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That hanget low down by his gare,</div> -<div class="verse">And he gae Earl <span class="smcap">Douglas</span> a deadly wound,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Alack! a deep wound and a sare.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Earl <span class="smcap">Douglas</span> said to Sir <span class="smcap">Hugh Montgomery</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tack thou the vanguard o’ the three;</div> -<div class="verse">And bury me at yon braken bush,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That stands upon yon lilly lee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then <span class="smcap">Percy</span> and <span class="smcap">Montgomery</span> met,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And weel a wat they war na fain;</div> -<div class="verse">They swapped swords, and they twa swat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ay the blood ran down between.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O yield thee, yield thee, <span class="smcap">Percy</span>, he said,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or else I vow I’ll lay thee low.</div> -<div class="verse">Whom to shall I yield? said Earl <span class="smcap">Percy</span>;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now that I see it maun be so.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O yield thee to yon braken bush,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">That grows upon yon lilly lee.</div> -<div class="verse">As in that bush a bier there be,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For it I’d save thy life and thee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I winna yield to a braken bush,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Nor yet will I unto a bier;</div> -<div class="verse">But I wad yield to Earl <span class="smcap">Douglas</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or Sir <span class="smcap">Hugh Montgomery</span>, if he was here.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As soon as he knew it was <span class="smcap">Montgomery</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">He stuck his sword’s point in the ground:</div> -<div class="verse">And Sir <span class="smcap">Hugh Montgomery</span> was a courteous knight,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And he quickly brought him by the hand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The deed was done at Otterbourne,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">About the breaking o’ the day.</div> -<div class="verse">Earl <span class="smcap">Douglas</span> was buried at the braken bush,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And <span class="smcap">Percy</span> led captive away.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE HUNTING OF THE CHYVIAT.</h2> - -<p>Percy says this old ballad was wrote by one <i>Richard Sbeale</i>, about -the time of Henry VI. in whose reign several James’s were kings of -Scotland. <i>See his Notes on this Poem.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Persé owt off Northomberlonde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And a vowe to God mayd he,</div> -<div class="verse">That he wold hunte in the mountayns</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of Chyviat within dayes thre;</div> -<div class="verse">In the magger of doughté Dogles,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all that ever with him be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away.</div> -<div class="verse">By my feth, sayd the doughté Doglas agayn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then the Persé owt of Bamborowe cam,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With him a myghtee meany;</div> -<div class="verse">With fifteen hondrith archares bold, off blood and bone,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The wear chosen owt of shayrs thre.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This beganne on a Monday at morn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Chyviat the hillys so he;</div> -<div class="verse">The chyld may rue that ys unborn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It was the mor pitté.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The dryvers thorowe the woodes went</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For to reas the deare;</div> -<div class="verse">Bomen byckarte uppone the bent</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With ther browd aras cleare.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On every syde shear;</div> -<div class="verse">Grea hondes thorowe the grevis glent</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For to kyll thear dear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The beganne in Chyviat the hyls above,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yerly on a sonny’tn day;</div> -<div class="verse">Be that it drewe to the oware off none</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The blewe a mort uppone the bent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The semblyd on sydes shear;</div> -<div class="verse">To the quyrry then the Persé went</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To se the bryttlynge off the deare.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He sayd, It was the Doglas promys</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This day to met me hear;</div> -<div class="verse">But I wyste he wold faylle verament:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A great oath the Persé swear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the last a squyar of ‘Northomberlonde,’</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lookyde at his hande full ny,</div> -<div class="verse">He was war ath the doughetie Doglas commynge,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With him a myghtté meany.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Both with spear, byll, and brande:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yt was a myghti sight to se,</div> -<div class="verse">Hardyar men both off harte nar hande</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wear not in Christiantè.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Withowte any feale;</div> -<div class="verse">The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yth bowndes of Tividale.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Leave off the brytlyng of the deare, he sayde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And to your bowys lock ye tayk good heed;</div> -<div class="verse">For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had ye never so mickle ned.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The dougheti Dogglas on a stede</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He rode all his men beforne;</div> -<div class="verse">His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A bolder barne was never born.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tell me ‘what’ men ye ar, he says,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or whos men that ye be:</div> -<div class="verse">Who gave youe leave to hunte in this</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Chyviat chays in the spyt of me?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It was the good lord Persé:</div> -<div class="verse">We wyll not tell the ‘what’ men we ar, he says,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor whos men that we be;</div> -<div class="verse">But we will hount hear in this chays</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the spyt of thyne and of the.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We have kyld, and cast to carry them away.</div> -<div class="verse">Be my troth, sayd the doughté ‘Dogglas’ agayn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ther for the ton of us shall de this day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then sayd the doughté Dogglas,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unto the lord Persé:</div> -<div class="verse">To kyll all these giltles men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Alas! it wear great pitté.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But, Persé, thowe art a lorde of lande,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I am a yerle callyd within my contrè;</div> -<div class="verse">Let all our men uppone a parti stande;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And do the battell off the and of me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now Cristes cors on his crowne, sayd the lord Persé,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who soever ther to says nay.</div> -<div class="verse">Be my troth, doughté Doglas, he says,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thow shalt never se that day;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor for no man of a woman born,</div> -<div class="verse">But and fortune be my chance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I dar met him on man for on.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then bespayke a squyar of Northombarlonde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ric. Wytheryngton was his nam;</div> -<div class="verse">It shall never be tolde in Sothe Ynglonde, he says,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To kyng Herry the fourth for sham.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I wat youe byn great lordes twaw,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I am a poor squyar of lande;</div> -<div class="verse">I wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And stande myselffe, and loocke on,</div> -<div class="verse">But whyll I may my weppone welde</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wyll not [fayl] bothe harte and hande.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That day, that day, that dredfull day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The first fit here I fynde:</div> -<div class="verse">And youe wyll here any mor athe hountyng athe Chyviat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet ys ther more behynd.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> - -<h3>(<i>FIT THE SECOND.</i>)</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ther hartes were good yenoughe;</div> -<div class="verse">The first off arros that the shote off,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet byddys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A captayne good yenoughe,</div> -<div class="verse">And that was sene verament,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For he wrought them hom both woo and wouche.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Doglas pertyd his ost in thre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,</div> -<div class="verse">With suar speares off myghtté tre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The cum in on every syde.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thrugke our Yngglyshe archery</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gave many a wounde full wyde;</div> -<div class="verse">Many a doughete the garde to dy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which ganyde them no pryde.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Yngglyshe men let thear ‘bowys’ be.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And pulde owt brandes that wer bright;</div> -<div class="verse">It was a hevy syght to se</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Many sterne the stroke done streght:</div> -<div class="verse">Many a freyke, that was full fre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ther undar foot dyd lyght.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At last the Doglas and the Persé met,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;</div> -<div class="verse">The swapte togethar tyll the both swat</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With swordes that wear of fyn myllan.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thes worthé freckys for to fyght</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ther to the wear full fayne,</div> -<div class="verse">Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As ever dyd heal or ran.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">‘Holde’ the, Persé, sayd the Doglas,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And i feth I shall the brynge,</div> -<div class="verse">Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of Jamy our ‘Scottish’ kynge.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I hight the hear this thinge;</div> -<div class="verse">For the manfullyste man yet art thowe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That ever I conqueryd in filde fightyng.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nay, sayd the lorde Persé,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I tolde it the beforne,</div> -<div class="verse">That I wolde never yeldyde be</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To no man of a woman born.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With that ther cam an arrowe hastely</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Forthe off a myghtté wane,</div> -<div class="verse">Hit hathe strekene the yerle Doglas</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In at the brest bane.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thoroue lyvar and longs bathe</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The sharpe arrowe ys gane,</div> -<div class="verse">That never after in all his lyffe days</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He spayke mo wordes but ane,</div> -<div class="verse">That was, Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye may,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For my lyff days ben gan.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Persé leanyde on his brande,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sawe the Doglas de;</div> -<div class="verse">He tooke the dede mane be the hande,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sayd, Wo ys me for the!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To have savyde thy lyffe I wold have pertyde with</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My landes for years thre;</div> -<div class="verse">For a better man of hart, nare of hande,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was not in all the north contrè.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was callyd sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry,</div> -<div class="verse">He sawe the Doglas to the deth was dyght;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He spendyd a spear a trusti tre:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He rod uppon a corsiare</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Throughe a hondrith archery;</div> -<div class="verse">He never stynttyde, nar never blane,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tyll he cam to the good lorde Persé.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He set uppone the lorde Persé</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A dynte that was full soare;</div> -<div class="verse">With a suar spear of a myghtté tre</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Clean thorow the body he the Persé ‘bore.’</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Athe tothar syde, that a man myght se,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A large cloth yard and mare;</div> -<div class="verse">Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiantè,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then that day slain wear ther.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">An archar of Northomberlonde</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Say slean was the lord Persé,</div> -<div class="verse">He bar a bende bow in his hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was made off trusti tre:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Toth hard stele hayld he;</div> -<div class="verse">A dynt that was both sad and soar,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He sat on sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The dynt yt was both sad and sar,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That he of Monggonbyrry sete;</div> -<div class="verse">The swane-fethars, that his arrowe bar,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With his hart blood the wear wete.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But still in stour dyd stand,</div> -<div class="verse">Heawyng on yche othar, whyll the myght dre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With many a balfull brande.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This battell begane in Chyviat,<a name="FNanchor_40" id="FNanchor_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">And owar before the none,</div> -<div class="verse">And when even-song bell was rang,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The battell was nat haff done.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The tooke on ethar hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Be the lyght off the mone;</div> -<div class="verse">Many had no strength for to stande,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Chyviat the hillys abone.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Went away but fifti and thre;</div> -<div class="verse">Of twenty hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But even five and fifti.<a name="FNanchor_41" id="FNanchor_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But all wear slayne Chyviat within:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The had no strengthe to stand on hy:</div> -<div class="verse">The chylde may rue that ys unborne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It was the mor pitté.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thear was slayne with the lord Persé,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sir John of Agerstone,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Rogar the hinde Hartly,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sir Wyllyam the bolde Hearone.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir Jorg the worthé Lovele,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A knyght of great renowen,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Raff the ryche Rugbè,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With dyntes wear beaten dowene.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For Wetharrynton my harte was wo,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That ever he slayne shulde be;</div> -<div class="verse">For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet he knyled and fought on his kny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther was slayne with the doughti Doglas,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Davy Lwdale that worthè was,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His sisters son was he.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir Charles a Murrè, in that place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That never a foot wolde fle;</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With the Doglas dyd he dey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So on the morrowe the mayde them byears</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Off birch, and hasell so gray;</div> -<div class="verse">Many wedous, with wepyng tears,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Cam to fach ther makys away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tivydale may carpe off care,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Northombarlonde may mayke great mon,</div> -<div class="verse">For towe such captayns, as slayne wear thear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On the march perti shall never be non.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Word ys commyn to Eddenburrowe</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Jamy the Skottishe kyng,</div> -<div class="verse">That dougheti Doglas, lyff tenante of the merches,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He lay slean Chyviot within.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His handdes dyd he weal and wryng,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He says, Alas, and woe ys me!</div> -<div class="verse">Such another captayn Skotland within,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He sayd, yefeth shuld never be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Till the fourth Harry our kyng,</div> -<div class="verse">That lord Persé, ‘leyff’-tenante of the merchis,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He lay slayne Chyviat within.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God have merci on his soll, sayd kyng Harry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Good lord, yf thy will it be!</div> -<div class="verse">I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde, he sayd,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As good as ever was he:</div> -<div class="verse">But, Persé, and I brook my lyffe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy deth well quyte shall be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As our noble kyng made his avowe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lyke a noble prince of renowen,</div> -<div class="verse">For the deth of the lord Persé,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He dyde the battel of Hombyll-down:<a name="FNanchor_42" id="FNanchor_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wher syx and thritté Skottish knyghtes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On a day wear beaten down:</div> -<div class="verse">Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Over castill, towar, and town.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This was the hontynge off the Chyviat;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That tear begane this spurn:</div> -<div class="verse">Old men, that knowen the grownde well yenoughe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Call it the battell of Otterburn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At Otterburn began this spurne</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Uppon a Monnyn day:</div> -<div class="verse">Ther was the doughté Doglas slean,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Persé never went away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ther was never a tym on the march partes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sen the Doglas and the Persé met,</div> -<div class="verse">But yt was mervele, and the rede blude ronne not,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As the reane doys in the stret.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Jhesue Crist our balys bete,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And to the blys us brynge!</div> -<div class="verse">Thus was the hountynge of the Chyviat;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">God send us all good endyng!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_40" id="Footnote_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> The Cheviot, or Tiviot Hills, were formerly the boundary -between England and Scotland.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_41" id="Footnote_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> The English were the first who took the field, and the last to quit -it. They brought only 1500 to the battle; and the Scotch 2000. -The English kept the field with 53; the Scotch retiring with 55.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_42" id="Footnote_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> The battle of Hombyll-down, or Humbledon, (a village near -Wooler, in Northumberland) was fought September 14th, 1402, (anno -3, Hen. IV.) where the English, under the command of the Earl of -Northumberland, and his son Hotspur, gained a complete victory -over the Scots.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE HUNTING IN CHEVY CHASE.</h2> - -<p>This favourite old ballad is founded on the celebrated battle of -Otterbourne, as there never was a Percy engaged with a Douglas, but -at that time; though the Percy, who commanded at that battle, was -not earl of Northumberland, yet he was heir to that title, though he -did not live to enjoy it. Ben Johnson used to say, he had rather have -been the author of this ballad than of all his works. Sir Philip Sydney -says, (in his Discourse of Poetry) “I never heard the old song of Piercy -and Douglas, that I found not my heart more moved than with a -trumpet; and yet it is sung by some blind crouder, with no rougher -voice than rude style; which being so evil apparelled in the dust and -cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work trimmed in the -gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?” Addison eulogizes it highly in -Nos. 70 and 74 of the Spectator. And in the second volume of -Dryden’s Miscellanies, there may be found a translation of Chevy Chase -into Latin Rhymes, by Henry Bold, of New College.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God prosper long our noble king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our lives and safeties all;</div> -<div class="verse">A woeful hunting once there did</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Chevy Chase befall.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To drive the deer with hound and horn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Earl Percy took his way;</div> -<div class="verse">The child may rue that is unborn</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The hunting of that day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The stout earl of Northumberland</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A vow to God did make,</div> -<div class="verse">His pleasure in the Scottish woods</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Three summer’s days to take;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The chiefest harts in Chevy Chase</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To kill and bear away:</div> -<div class="verse">These tidings to earl Douglas came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Scotland where he lay;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who sent earl Percy present word,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He would prevent his sport:</div> -<div class="verse">The English earl, not fearing this,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did to the woods resort,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With fifteen hundred bowmen bold;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All chosen men of might,</div> -<div class="verse">Who knew full well, in time of need,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To aim their shafts aright.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To chase the fallow-deer;</div> -<div class="verse">On Monday they began to hunt,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When day-light did appear;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And, long before high-noon, they had</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A hundred fat bucks slain;</div> -<div class="verse">Then, having din’d, the drovers went</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To rouse them up again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The bowmen muster’d on the hills,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Well able to endure;</div> -<div class="verse">Their backsides all, with special care,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That day were guarded sure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The nimble deer to take,</div> -<div class="verse">And with their cries the hills and dales</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An echo shrill did make.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lord Percy to the quarry went,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To view the slaughter’d deer;</div> -<div class="verse">Quoth he, Earl Douglas promised,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This day to meet me here:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If that I thought he would not come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No longer would I stay.</div> -<div class="verse">With that a brave young gentleman</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus to the earl did say:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lo! yonder doth earl Douglas come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His men in armour bright;</div> -<div class="verse">Full twenty hundred Scottish spears</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All marching in our sight;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All men of pleasant Tividale,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fast by the river Tweed.</div> -<div class="verse">Then cease your sport, earl Percy said,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And take your bows with speed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now with me, my countrymen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your courage forth advance;</div> -<div class="verse">For never was there champion yet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Scotland or in France,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That ever did on horseback come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But if mayhap it were,</div> -<div class="verse">I durst adventure, man for man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With him to break a spear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Earl Douglas, on a milk-white steed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Most like a baron bold,</div> -<div class="verse">Rode foremost of the company,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose armour shone like gold.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Show me, said he, whose men you be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That hunt so boldly here;</div> -<div class="verse">That, without my consent, do chase,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And kill my fallow deer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The man that first did answer make,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was noble Percy, he;</div> -<div class="verse">Who said, We list not to declare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor show whose men we be:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet we will spend our dearest blood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy chiefest hearts to slay.</div> -<div class="verse">Then Douglas swore a solemn oath,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thus in rage did say:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ere thus I will outbraved be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One of us two shall die;</div> -<div class="verse">I know thee well, an earl thou art,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lord Percy, so am I.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But trust me, Percy, pity it were,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And great offence to kill</div> -<div class="verse">Any of these our harmless men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For they have done no ill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let thou and I the battle try,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And set our men aside.</div> -<div class="verse">Accurs’d be he, lord Percy said,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By whom this is deny’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then stepp’d a gallant ’squire forth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Witherington was his name,</div> -<div class="verse">Who said, I would not have it told</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Henry our king, for shame,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That e’er my captain fought on foot,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And I stood looking on:</div> -<div class="verse">You be two earls, said Witherington,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And I a squire alone:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’ll do the best that do I may,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While I have strength to stand;</div> -<div class="verse">While I have pow’r to wield my sword,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll fight with heart and hand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our English archers bent their bows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their hearts were good and true;</div> -<div class="verse">At the first flight of arrows sent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Full three-score Scots they slew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To drive the deer with hound and horn</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Earl Douglas had the bent;</div> -<div class="verse">A captain mov’d with mickle pride,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The spears to shivers sent.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They clos’d full fast on every side,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No slackness there was found;</div> -<div class="verse">And many a gallant gentleman</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lay gasping on the ground.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O Christ! it was a grief to see,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And likewise for to hear</div> -<div class="verse">The cries of men lying in their gore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And scatter’d here and there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At last these two stout earls did meet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like captains of great might;</div> -<div class="verse">Like lions mov’d, they laid on load,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And made a cruel fight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They fought until they both did sweat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With swords of temper’d steel;</div> -<div class="verse">Until the blood, like drops of rain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They trickling down did feel.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yield thee, lord Percy, Douglas said,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In faith I will thee bring,</div> -<div class="verse">Where thou shall high advanced be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By James our Scotish king:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy ransom I will freely give,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thus report of thee,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou art the most courageous knight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That ever I did see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No, Douglas, quoth earl Percy then,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy proffer I do scorn;</div> -<div class="verse">I will not yield to any Scot</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That ever yet was born.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With that there came an arrow keen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Out of an English bow,</div> -<div class="verse">Which struck earl Douglas to the heart,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A deep and deadly blow:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who never spoke more words than these,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Fight on my merry men all;</div> -<div class="verse">For why, my life is at an end,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lord Percy sees my fall.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then leaving life, earl Percy took</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The dead man by the hand,</div> -<div class="verse">And said, “Earl Douglas, for thy life</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Would I had lost my land!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O Christ! my very heart doth bleed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With sorrow for thy sake;</div> -<div class="verse">For sure a more renowned knight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mischance did never take.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A knight amongst the Scots there was,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which saw earl Douglas die,</div> -<div class="verse">Who straight in wrath did vow revenge</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon the earl Percy:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call’d;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who with a spear most bright,</div> -<div class="verse">Well mounted on a gallant steed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ran fiercely through the fight;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And pass’d the English archers all,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Without all dread or fear;</div> -<div class="verse">And through earl Percy’s body then</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He thrust his hateful spear:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With such a vehement force and might</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He did his body gore,</div> -<div class="verse">The spear went through the other side</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A large cloth-yard, and more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So thus did both these nobles die,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose courage none could stain:</div> -<div class="verse">An English archer then perceiv’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The noble earl was slain:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He had a bow bent in his hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Made of a trusty tree;</div> -<div class="verse">An arrow of a cloth-yard long</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Up to the head drew he:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Against sir Hugh Montgomery,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So right the shaft he set,</div> -<div class="verse">The grey-goose-wing that was thereon</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In his heart-blood was wet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This fight did last from break of day</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Till setting of the sun;</div> -<div class="verse">For when they rung the evening-bell</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The battle scarce was done.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With the earl Percy there was slain</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sir John of Ogerton,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Robert Radclyffe, and sir John,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sir James that bold baron:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And, with sir George, and good sir James,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Both knights of good account,</div> -<div class="verse">Good sir Ralph Raby there was slain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose prowess did surmount.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For Witherington needs must I wail,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As one in doleful dumps;</div> -<div class="verse">For when his legs were smitten off,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He fought upon his stumps.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And with earl Douglas there was slain</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sir Hugh Montgomery,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Charles Currel, that from the field</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One foot would never fly;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir Charles Murrel of Ratcliffe too,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His sister’s son was he;</div> -<div class="verse">Sir David Lamb, so well esteem’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet saved could not be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And the lord Maxwell, in likewise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did with earl Douglas die:</div> -<div class="verse">Of twenty hundred Scottish spears</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Scarce fifty-five did fly.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Went home but fifty-three:</div> -<div class="verse">The rest were slain in Chevy Chase,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Under the greenwood tree.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Next day did many widows come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their husbands to bewail;</div> -<div class="verse">They wash’d their wounds in brinish tears</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But all would not prevail.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their bodies, bath’d in purple blood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They bore with them away;</div> -<div class="verse">They kiss’d them dead a thousand times,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When they were clad in clay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This news was brought to Edinburgh,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where Scotland’s king did reign,</div> -<div class="verse">That brave earl Douglas suddenly</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was with an arrow slain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O heavy news! king James did say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Scotland can witness be,</div> -<div class="verse">I have not any captain more</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of such account as he.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like tidings to king Henry came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Within as short a space,</div> -<div class="verse">That Percy of Northumberland</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was slain in Chevy Chase.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now God be with him! said our king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sith ’twill no better be;</div> -<div class="verse">I trust I have within my realm</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Five hundred as good as he.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But I will vengeance take;</div> -<div class="verse">And be revenged on them all,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For brave lord Percy’s sake.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This vow full well the king perform’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">After, on Humble-down;</div> -<div class="verse">In one day fifty knights were slain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With lords of great renown;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And of the rest, of small account,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did many hundreds die.</div> -<div class="verse">Thus ended the hunting of Chevy Chase,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Made by the earl Percy.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God save the king, and bless the land</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In plenty, joy, and peace;</div> -<div class="verse">And grant, henceforth, that foul debate</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Twixt noblemen may cease.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>AN OLD SONG ON THE BATTLE OF -FLODDEN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I Have heard of a lilting, at our ewes’ milking,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lasses a lilting, before the break of day;</div> -<div class="verse">But now there’s a moaning, on ilka green loaning,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That our braw forresters are a’ wede away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At boughts, in the morning, nae blyth lads are scorning;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The lasses are lonely, dowie, and wae;</div> -<div class="verse">Nae daffin, nae gabbin, but sighing and sabbing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ilka ane lifts her leglen, and hies her away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At e’en at the gloming, nae swankies are roaming,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Mong stacks, with the lasses, at bogle to play;</div> -<div class="verse">But ilka ane sits dreary, lamenting her deary,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Flowers of the Forest that are a’ wede away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At harrest, at the shearing, nae youngsters are jeering,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The bansters are runkled, lyart, and grey.</div> -<div class="verse">At a fair, or a preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since our braw forresters are a’ wede away.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O dool for the order, sent our lads to the border:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The English for anes by guile gat the day.</div> -<div class="verse">The Flowers of the Forrest, that ay shone the foremost,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The prime of our land, lies cauld in the clay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We’ll hear nae mair lilting, at our ewes’ milking,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The women and bairns are dowie, and wae.</div> -<div class="verse">Sighing and moaning, on ilka green loaning,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since our braw forresters are a’ wede away.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST;<br /> -<i>Or, Flodden Field</i>.</h2> - -<p class="center">(Fought September 9th, 1513.)</p> - -<p>This version is made up from various copies of this old ballad -collated, and is of very unequal merit. The stanzas, from the 17th -to the 22d inclusive, compose a dirge of the most beautiful and pathetic -simplicity. The circumstances are happily chosen and combined; and -the language, to those who understand it, is so picturesquely expressive, -that while we read the words, the scene is felt penciled on our imagination. -And it is impossible to peruse it without feeling a high -degree of that pleasing sombre tenderness, which it is the object of this sort of -poetry to produce.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">From Spey to the border,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Was peace and good order;</div> -<div class="verse">The sway of our monarch was mild as the May;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Peace he adored,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Whilk Soudrons abhorred,</div> -<div class="verse">Our marches they plunder, our wardens they slay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">’Gainst <span class="smcap">Louis</span>, our ally,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Their <span class="smcap">Henry</span> did sally,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ <span class="smcap">James</span>, but in vain, did his herauld advance,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Renouncing alliance,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Denouncing defiance,</div> -<div class="verse">To Soudrons, if langer abiding in France.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Many were the omens,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Our ruin was coming,</div> -<div class="verse">E’er the flower of our nation was call’d to array:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Our king at devotion,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">St Andrew did caution,</div> -<div class="verse">And sigh’d as with sorrow he to him did say,—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Sir, in this expedition,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">You must have ambition;</div> -<div class="verse">From the company of women you shou’d keep away.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">When the spectre this declar’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">It quickly disappear’d;</div> -<div class="verse">But where it retired no man could espy.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">The flowers of the nation</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Were call’d to their station,</div> -<div class="verse">With valiant inclination their banners to display;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To Burrow-Muir resorting;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Their right for supporting,</div> -<div class="verse">And there rendevouzing, encamped did lay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">But another bad omen,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That vengeance was coming;</div> -<div class="verse">At midnight, in Edinburgh, a voice loud did cry,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">As heraulds, in their station,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">With loud proclamation,</div> -<div class="verse">Did name all our barons in England to die.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">These words the demon spoke,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">At the throne of Plotcock,</div> -<div class="verse">It charg’d their appearing, appointing the day:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The provost, in its hearing,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The summons greatly fearing,</div> -<div class="verse">Appeal’d to his Maker, the same did deny.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">At this were many griev’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">As many misbeliev’d;</div> -<div class="verse">But forward they march’d to their destiny:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">From thence to the border,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">They march’d in good order,</div> -<div class="verse">The Merse-men and Forrest they join’d the array.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">England’s invasion,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">It was their persuasion,</div> -<div class="verse">To make restitution for their cruelty;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But O fatal Flodoun!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">There came the wo down;</div> -<div class="verse">And our royal nation was brought to decay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">After spoiling and burning,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Many hameward returning,</div> -<div class="verse">With our king still the nobles and vassals abide:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To <span class="smcap">Surrey’s</span> proud vaunting,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">He answers but daunting;</div> -<div class="verse">The king would await him whatever betide.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">The English advanced</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To where they were stanced;</div> -<div class="verse">Half-intrenched by nature, the field it so lay:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To fight the English fearing,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And sham’d their retiring;</div> -<div class="verse">But alas! unperceived was their subtilty.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Our Highland battalion,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">So forward and valiant,</div> -<div class="verse">They broke from their ranks, and they rush’d on to slay:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">With hacking and slashing,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And broad swords a-dashing,</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ the front of the English they cut a full way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">But, alas! to their ruin,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">An ambush pursuing,</div> -<div class="verse">They were surrounded with numbers too high:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The Merse-men and Forest,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">They suff’red the sorest,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon the left wing were inclos’d the same way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Our men into parties,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The battle in three quarters,</div> -<div class="verse">Upon our main body the marksmen did play:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent4">The spearmen were surrounded.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And all were confounded;</div> -<div class="verse">The fatal devastation of that woful day!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Our nobles all ensnared,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Our king he was not spared;</div> -<div class="verse">For of that fate he shared, and would not run away;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The whole were intercepted,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That very few escaped</div> -<div class="verse">The fatal conflagration of that woful day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">This set the whole nation</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Into grief and vexation:</div> -<div class="verse">The widows did weep, and the maidens did say,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Why tarries my lover?</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The battle’s surely over?</div> -<div class="verse">Is there none left to tell us the fates of the day?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">I’ve heard a lilting,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">At our ewes’ milking,</div> -<div class="verse">Lasses a-lilting afore the break of day;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But now there’s a moaning,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">On ilka green loaning,</div> -<div class="verse">Since our bra foresters are a’ wed away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">At boughts i’ the morning,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nae blyth lads are scorning;</div> -<div class="verse">The lasses are lonely, dowie, and wae;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nae daffin, nae gabbin,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But sighing and sabbing,</div> -<div class="verse">Ilk ane lifts her leglen, and hies her away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">At e’en in the glomin,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nae swankeys are roaming,</div> -<div class="verse">’Mang stacks, wi’ the lasses, at bogle to play;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But ilk ane sits dreary,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Lamenting her deary,</div> -<div class="verse">The flowers of the Forest that are wed away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">In herst, at the shearing,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nae younkers are jeering;</div> -<div class="verse">The bansters are lyart, runkled, and grey:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent4">At fairs nor at preaching,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nae wooing, nae fleeching,</div> -<div class="verse">Since our bra’ Foresters are a’ wed away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">O dool for the order,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sent our lads to the border!</div> -<div class="verse">The English for anes by guile got the day:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The Flowers of the Forest,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That ay shone the foremost,</div> -<div class="verse">The prime of our land lies cauld in the clay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">We’ll hear nae mair lilting,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">At our ewes’ milking:</div> -<div class="verse">The women and bairns are dowie and wae,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sighing and moaning,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">On ilka green loaning,</div> -<div class="verse">Since our bra Foresters are a’ wed away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">I’ve seen the smiling</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Of fortune beguiling;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ve felt all her favours, and found her decay:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sweet is her blessing,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And kind her caressing;</div> -<div class="verse">But now it is fled, it is fled far away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">I’ve seen the forest</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Adorned the foremost,</div> -<div class="verse">With flowers of the fairest both pleasant and gay:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sae bonny was their blooming,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Their scent the air perfuming;</div> -<div class="verse">But now they are withered, and all gone away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">I’ve seen the morning,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">With gold the hills adorning,</div> -<div class="verse">And loud tempests storming before mid-day:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">I’ve seen Tweed’s silver streams</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Shining i’ the sunny beams,</div> -<div class="verse">Grow drumly and dark as it roll’d on the way.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">O fickle fortune!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Why this cruel sporting?</div> -<div class="verse">Why this perplexing poor sons of a day?</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Thy frowns cannot fear me,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nor smiles cannot chear me,</div> -<div class="verse">Since the Flowers of the Forest are a’ wed away.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>VERSES<br /> -<i>ON JAMES THE IVth, OF SCOTLAND</i>.<br /> -Who fell at the Battle of Flodden.</h2> - -<p>Among the various antiquities preserved in the Heralds College, -London, there are the Sword, Dagger, and Turquois Ring, of James -the IVth, of Scotland, slain at the battle of Flodden.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twas he that rul’d his Country’s heart</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With more than Royal sway—</div> -<div class="verse">But Scotland saw her James depart,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sadden’d at his stay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She heard his fate—she wept her grief—</div> -<div class="verse">That James, her own, her darling Chief,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Was gone for evermore.</div> -<div class="verse">But this she learnt, that e’er he fell,</div> -<div class="verse">(Oh, Men! Oh, Patriots! mark it well)</div> -<div class="verse">His Fellow Soldiers round his fall,</div> -<div class="verse">Enclos’d him like a living wall,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Mixing their friendly gore.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor was the day of Flodden done,</div> -<div class="verse">’Till they were slaughter’d, one by one,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And this may serve to shew—</div> -<div class="verse">When Kings are Patriots none will fly:</div> -<div class="verse">When such a King was doom’d to die,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oh, who would Death forego?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE BATTLE OF REID SQUAIR.</h2> - -<p class="center">(Fought July 7th, 1576.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On July seventh, the suthe to say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At the Reid Squair the tryst was set.</div> -<div class="verse">Our wardens they affixt the day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And as they promist, sae they met:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Allace! that day I’ll neir forzet,</div> -<div class="verse">Was sure sae feir’d, and then sae fain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They cam thair justice for to get,</div> -<div class="verse">Will nevir grein to cum again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Carmichael</span> was our warden then,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He causit the countrey to convene,</div> -<div class="verse">And the laird <span class="smcap">Watt</span>, that worthy man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Brocht in his surname weil be sene:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The <span class="smcap">Armstrangs</span> that ay haif bene</div> -<div class="verse">A hardy house, but not a hail;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The <span class="smcap">Elliotts</span> honours to mentain,</div> -<div class="verse">Brought in the laif of <span class="smcap">Liddisdale</span>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then <span class="smcap">Twidail</span> came to with speid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Scheriff brocht the <span class="smcap">Douglas</span> doun,</div> -<div class="verse">With <span class="smcap">Cranstane</span>, <span class="smcap">Gladstane</span>, gude at neid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Baith Rewls-water and Hawick Town.</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><span class="smcap">Beangeddert</span> bauldly maid him boun,</div> -<div class="verse">With all the <span class="smcap">Trumbles</span> strang and stout;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The <span class="smcap">Ruthirfuirds</span>, with grit renoun,</div> -<div class="verse">Convoyit the town of Jedbruch out.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With other Clanns I can nocht tell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Because our wairning was nocht wyde,</div> -<div class="verse">Be this our folk hes tane the fell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And plantit pallions thair to byde:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We lukit down the uther syde,</div> -<div class="verse">And saw cum briesting owr the brae,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Sir <span class="smcap">George Foster</span> was thair gyde,</div> -<div class="verse">With fyftene hundrid men and mae.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It greivt him sair that day I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Sir <span class="smcap">John Hinrome</span> of Schipsydehouse,</div> -<div class="verse">Because we were not men enow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He counted us not worth a souse;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sir <span class="smcap">George</span> was gentil, meik, and douse,</div> -<div class="verse">But he was hail and het as fyre:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But zit for all his cracking crouse,</div> -<div class="verse">He rewd the raid of the Reid Squyre.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To deil with proud men is but pain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For ether ze maun ficht or flie,</div> -<div class="verse">Or els nae answer mack again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But play the beist, and let him be.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It was nae wondir tho’ he was hie,</div> -<div class="verse">Had <span class="smcap">Tyndall</span>, <span class="smcap">Redsdaile</span> at his hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With <span class="smcap">Cucksdaile</span>, <span class="smcap">Gladsdaile</span> on the lie,</div> -<div class="verse">Auld <span class="smcap">Hebsrime</span> and <span class="smcap">Northumberland</span>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Zit was our meeting meik enough,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Begun with mirriness and mows,</div> -<div class="verse">And at the brae abune the heugh</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The clerk sat doun to call the rows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sum for ky and sum for ewis,</div> -<div class="verse">Callit in of <span class="smcap">Dandrie Hob</span> and <span class="smcap">Jock</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I saw cum merching owre the knows,</div> -<div class="verse">Fyve hundred <span class="smcap">Fennicks</span> in a flock.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With jack and speir, and bowis all bent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And warlike weaponis at their will;</div> -<div class="verse">Howbeit they wer not weil content,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Zit be me trouth we feird nae ill:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sum zeid to drink, and sum stude still,</div> -<div class="verse">And sum to cards and dyce them sped,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quhyle on ane Farstein they fyld a bill,</div> -<div class="verse">And he was fugitive that fled.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Carmichael</span> bad them speik out plainly,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And cloke nae cause for ill nor gude,</div> -<div class="verse">The uther answering him full vainly,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Begouth to reckon kin and blude,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">He raise and rax’d him quhair he stude,</div> -<div class="verse">And bade him match him with his marrows;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then <span class="smcap">Tyndal</span> hard these reseuns rude,</div> -<div class="verse">And they lute aff a flight of arrows.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then was ther nocht but bow and speir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ilka man pullit out a brand,</div> -<div class="verse">A <span class="smcap">Schaftan</span> and a <span class="smcap">Fennick</span> their,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gude <span class="smcap">Symington</span> was slain frae hand.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Scotismen cryd on uther to stand,</div> -<div class="verse">Frae tyme they saw <span class="smcap">John Robson</span> slain:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quhat suld they cry! The King’s command</div> -<div class="verse">Culd cause nae cowards turn again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Up raise the laird to red the cumber,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quhilk wald not be for all his boist,</div> -<div class="verse">Quhat suld we do with sic a number,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fyve thousand men into an hoist?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then <span class="smcap">Henrie Purdie</span> proud hes cost,</div> -<div class="verse">And verie narrowlie had mischiefd him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ther we had our <span class="smcap">Warden</span> lost,</div> -<div class="verse">Wart not the grit <span class="smcap">God</span> he relievd him.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ane uther throw the breiks him bair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Quhyle flatlines to the ground he fell:</div> -<div class="verse">Then thocht I, we had lost him thair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Into my heart it struck a knell;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Zit up he raise, the truth to tell,</div> -<div class="verse">And laid about him dunts full dour,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His horsemen they faucht stout and snell,</div> -<div class="verse">And stude about him in the stour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then raisd the slogan with an schout,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fy, <span class="smcap">Tyndall</span> to it, <span class="smcap">Jedbrugh</span> heir;</div> -<div class="verse">I trow he was not half sae stout,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But anes his stomach was a steir,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With gun and genzie, bow and spier,</div> -<div class="verse">He micht se mony a crakit crown,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But up amang the merchant gier,</div> -<div class="verse">They bussie were as we wer doun.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The swallow-tails frae teckles flew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fyve hundred slain into the flicht,</div> -<div class="verse">But we had pestellets anew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And schot amang them as we micht.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With help of <span class="smcap">God</span> the game gade richt,</div> -<div class="verse">Frae tyme the foremost of them fell;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hynd owre the know, without gude-nicht,</div> -<div class="verse">They ran with mony a schout and zell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And after they had turnd again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Zit <span class="smcap">Tyndall</span> men they turnd again,</div> -<div class="verse">And had not bene the merchant packs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There had bene mae of Scotland slain:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But <span class="smcap">Jesu</span> gif the folk was fain</div> -<div class="verse">No put the bussing on thair theis,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sae they fled with all thair main,</div> -<div class="verse">Doun owre the brae lyke clogged beis.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir <span class="smcap">Francis Russel</span> tane was thair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hurt, as we heir men reherse;</div> -<div class="verse">Proud <span class="smcap">Wallingtoun</span> was wounded sair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Albeit he was a Fennick ferss,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But gif ze wald a souldier serche</div> -<div class="verse">Amang them all was tane that night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was nane sae wordie of our verse</div> -<div class="verse">As <span class="smcap">Colingwood</span> that courteous knight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Zung <span class="smcap">Henry</span> skapit hame, is hurt,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A souldier schot him with a bow,</div> -<div class="verse">Scotland has cause to make great sturt,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For laiming of the Laird of Mow.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Laird <span class="smcap">Watt</span> did weil indeid,</div> -<div class="verse">His friends stude stoutly by himsell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With little <span class="smcap">Gladstone</span>, gude in neid,</div> -<div class="verse">For <span class="smcap">Gretein</span> kend not gude be ill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <span class="smcap">Scheriff</span> wantit not gude-will,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Howbeit he might not ficht sae fast:</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Benjeadert</span>, <span class="smcap">Hundlie</span> and <span class="smcap">Hunthill</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Three, on they laid well at the last</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent1">Except the horsemen of the gaird:</div> -<div class="verse">If I could put men to avail,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nane stoutlier stude out for their laird,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor did the lads of <span class="smcap">Liddisdale</span>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But little harness had we thair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But auld <span class="smcap">Badrule</span> had on a jack,</div> -<div class="verse">And did richt weil, I zou declair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With all the <span class="smcap">Trumbulls</span> at his back.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gude <span class="smcap">Ederstane</span> was not to lack,</div> -<div class="verse">With <span class="smcap">Kirtoun</span>, <span class="smcap">Newtoun</span>, nobill-men.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thir is ail the specials I haif spack,</div> -<div class="verse">Forby them that I could nocht ken.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Qhua did invent that day of play,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We neid nocht feir to find him sune,</div> -<div class="verse">For Sir <span class="smcap">John Foster</span>, I dare weil say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Maid us that noysome afternune:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not that I speik precisely out,</div> -<div class="verse">That he supposd it wald be perill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But pryde and breaking out, but dout,</div> -<div class="verse">Gart <span class="smcap">Tyndall</span> lads begin the quarrell.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>FAIR ‘MABEL’ OF WALLINGTON.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When we were silly sisters seven, sisters [we] were so fair.</div> -<div class="verse">Five of us were brave knights wives, and died in child-bed sair,</div> -<div class="verse">Up then spake fair ‘Mabel’, marry would she nane.</div> -<div class="verse">If ever she came in man’s bed the same gate wad she gang.</div> -<div class="verse">Make no vows, fair ‘Mabel’, for fear they broken be,</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s been the knight of Wallington asking good-will of thee.</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s been the knight [of Wallington] mother, asking good-will of me;</div> -<div class="verse">Within three-quarters of a year you may come bury me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When she came to Wallington, and into Wallington-hall,</div> -<div class="verse">There she spy’d her mother dear walking about the wall.</div> -<div class="verse">You’re welcome, daughter dear, to thy castle and thy bower.</div> -<div class="verse">I thank you kindly, mother, I hope they’ll soon be your’s.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> -<div class="verse">She had not been in Wallington three-quarters and a day,</div> -<div class="verse">Till upon the ground she could not walk, she was a weary prey;</div> -<div class="verse">She had not been in Wallington three-quarters and a night,</div> -<div class="verse">Till on the ground she cou’d not walk, she was a weary ‘wight.’</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Is there ne’er a boy in this town who’ll win hose and shun,</div> -<div class="verse">That will run to fair Pudlington, and bid my mother come?</div> -<div class="verse">Up then spake a little boy, near unto [her] a-kin,</div> -<div class="verse">Full oft I have your errands gone, but now I will it run.</div> -<div class="verse">Then she call’d her waiting-maid to bring up bread and wine:</div> -<div class="verse">Eat and drink, thou bonny boy, thou’ll ne’er eat more of mine:</div> -<div class="verse">Give my respects to my mother, as [she] ‘sits’ in her chair of stone,</div> -<div class="verse">And ask her how she likes the news of seven to have but one.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Give my love to my brother William, Ralph, and John;</div> -<div class="verse">And to my sister Betty fair, and to her white as bone,</div> -<div class="verse">And bid her keep her maidenhead, be sure to make much on’t,</div> -<div class="verse">For if e’er she come in man’s bed, the same gate will she gang.</div> -<div class="verse">Away this little boy is gone as fast as he could run,</div> -<div class="verse">When he came where brigs were broke, he lay down and ‘swum.’</div> -<div class="verse">When he saw the lady, he said, Lord may your keeper be!</div> -<div class="verse">What news, my pretty boy, ‘hast’ thou to tell to me?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your daughter ‘Mabel’ orders me, as you sit in a chair of stone,</div> -<div class="verse">To ask you how you like the news of seven to have but one;</div> -<div class="verse">Your daughter gives commands as you sit in a chair of ‘state,’</div> -<div class="verse">And bids you come to her sickening, her ‘weary’ lake-wake:</div> -<div class="verse">She gives command to her brother William, Ralph, and John;</div> -<div class="verse">To her sister Betty fair, and to her white [as] bone,</div> -<div class="verse">She bids her keep her maidenhead, besure make much on’t,</div> -<div class="verse">For if e’er she come in man’s bed the same gate wou’d she gang.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She kickt the table with her foot, she kickt it with her knee,</div> -<div class="verse">The silver plate into the fire so far she made it flee:</div> -<div class="verse">Then she call’d her waiting-maid to bring her riding-hood,</div> -<div class="verse">So did she on her stable-groom to bring her ‘stead so good:’</div> -<div class="verse">Go saddle to me the black, go saddle to me the brown,</div> -<div class="verse">Go saddle to me the swiftest steed that e’er rid Wallington,</div> -<div class="verse">When she came to Wallington, and into Wallington-hall,</div> -<div class="verse">There she espy’d her son Fenwick walking about the wall.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God save you, dear son, Lord may your keeper be!</div> -<div class="verse">Where is my daughter fair, that used to walk with thee?</div> -<div class="verse">He turn’d his head round about, the tears did fill his eye;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis a month, he said, since she took her chambers from me.</div> -<div class="verse">She went on, and there were in the hall</div> -<div class="verse">Four and twenty ladies letting the tears down fall:</div> -<div class="verse">Her daughter had a scope into her chest, and into her chin,</div> -<div class="verse">All to keep her life till her dear mother came therein.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come take the rings off my finger, the skin it is so white,</div> -<div class="verse">And give them to my mother dear, for she was all the ‘weight;’</div> -<div class="verse">Come take the rings off my fingers, the veins are so red,</div> -<div class="verse">Give them to sir William Fenwick, I’m sure his heart will bleed.</div> -<div class="verse">She took out a razor, that was sharp and fine,</div> -<div class="verse">And out of her left side she has taken the heir of Wallington,</div> -<div class="verse">There is a race in Wallington, and that I rue full sare,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ the cradle it be full spread up, the bride-bed is left bare.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 150px;"> -<img src="images/footer-phoenix.jpg" width="150" height="136" alt="A phoenix (decorative footer)" /> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p> - -<h2>VERSES</h2> - -<p><i>On a View of Roadley Castle, not far from Wallington, in -Northumberland, built by the late worthy Sir Walter Blackett, -Bart, with a small Description of its Situation, comprehending -Codgy Fort, the Lake, the noted Greenlighton Hill, -&c. by Thomas Oliver, of Hallington, Northumberland, taken -before the Deer were destroyed in the Park, wherein the -Castle stands, soon after the Death of Sir Walter Blackett.</i></p> - -<p>Hutchinson, in his History of Northumberland, appears not to -have liked Roadley or Rothley Castle: he finishes his description of it -by saying, it would be “pretty enough for the reception of Thomas of -Hick-a-thrift, or Jack the Giant Killer.”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Roadley’s ‘cloud capt’ lofty hill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With humble dales below;</div> -<div class="verse">The mighty crags its front do fill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">White as if flect with snow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These rugged rocks rough Boreas scorn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor blust’ring Æolus dread:</div> -<div class="verse">Some as by Noah’s deluge torn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From their huge massy bed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Upon its airy summit high,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An antique tower appears,</div> -<div class="verse">Who to the stranger passing by,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Seems ag’d a thousand years.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus in its melancholy state,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A Windsor’s view commands;</div> -<div class="verse">And to defend the brazen gate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Cæsar and Pompey stands.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Within the compass of an eye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sweet rising scenes appear:</div> -<div class="verse">There fleecy flocks a feeding by,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With stately herds of deer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But when with more extended rays,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your circling eyes you guide:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Nature fresh beauties still displays,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From Blyth to Symmon Side.<a name="FNanchor_43" id="FNanchor_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor far from hence stands Codgy Fort,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Built on a craggy hill;</div> -<div class="verse">Where hawks, and daws, and owls resort,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And wild blue pigeons bill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bordering, a sloping raggy brake,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Spreading, appears in sight;</div> -<div class="verse">A deep extensive, warping lake,<a name="FNanchor_44" id="FNanchor_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">With water birds on flight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While numbers on the surface float,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Down diving o’er and o’er:</div> -<div class="verse">With bumpkins in the pleasure boat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Launching from shore to shore.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Grey game, and Grouse in num’rous broods,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">About Greenlighton Hill;</div> -<div class="verse">Where piping Pan his flocks he feeds,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Around that humble vill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By dawn of day, Mary and Bett,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hies to the birney knows;</div> -<div class="verse">Where blithsome many a morn we’ve met,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At milking of the ewes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By Maria’s mean courtesy taught,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When flocks did chance to roam;</div> -<div class="verse">I wore them to the milking Bought,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And bore her leglin home.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_43" id="Footnote_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> The view is extensive, from here may be seen the Symon Side -Hills on one side, to the town of Blyth on the other.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_44" id="Footnote_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> At the foot of the hill on which the castle stands, near the north-west -corner of the park, are two fine sheets of water, communicating -with each other, called <i>Rothly Ponds</i>. Formerly they were tastefully -ornamented by a shrubbery, which was disposed round the margin of -the water. A boat and fishing tackling were formerly kept here, and -a tent was pitched in the summer near the lakes, where visitants were -plentifully regaled by the late generous proprietor, who frequently -amused himself at this place. <i>Vide</i> p. 105, v. 2, of Northumberland, -1811.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE BATTLE OF HUMBLEDOWN HILL.</h2> - -<p class="center">(<i>By E.W. August 5th, 1791.</i>)</p> - -<p>The author of this suggested the idea from reading the verse of -Chevy Chace:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“This vow full well the King perform’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">After, on Humbledown,</div> -<div class="verse">In one day fifty Knights were slain</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Lords of great renown.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In the second volume of Guthrie’s History of Scotland, the battle is -fully described.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir Swinton was a doughty knight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As ever Scotland bred;</div> -<div class="verse">Than Gordon none more brave in fight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did ever cross the Tweed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But deidly feuds subsisted long</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Between these valiant twain,</div> -<div class="verse">They never met—but straight they fought</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With all their martial train.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At last they hied with ilk his band</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Brae of Humbledown,</div> -<div class="verse">Where Douglas and his army lay</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wi’ Knights of great renown.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now baith afore the Douglas stood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And glowr’d wi’ hatefu’ spite,</div> -<div class="verse">And half unsheath’d their shining blades,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And quak’d and burn’d to fight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then mighty Douglas leap’d between</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To redd the foul debate,</div> -<div class="verse">“O Sirs!” he cries, “thrust in your glaives</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And quell this rising state.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For, look you! where the English lies</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On yonder tented field,</div> -<div class="verse">To morrow’s morn, if right I ween,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We’ll need both sword and sheild.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Gin we to Scotland mean to go,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our road lies thro’ yon host;</div> -<div class="verse">First spend your fury on the foe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then fight—if fight ye must.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He spake—in sullens baith withdrew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now all prepare for fight,</div> -<div class="verse">And arms and armour clattering brake</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The silence of the night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In bluid red clouds the Sun arose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which saw that fatal day,</div> -<div class="verse">Where bretheless on the green hill side</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fu’ many a bra’ Scot lay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For sair—the English bowmen gall’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The van—the ungear’d stood,</div> -<div class="verse">Nae thirsty shaft e’er reach’d the earth</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unstain’d wi’ Scottish bluid.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then Sir John Swinton loudly cries</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Bra’ lads! gif we must die,</div> -<div class="verse">Follow our cheif, and syne our foes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall bear us companie.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These words when Adam Gordon heard,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He hastens to the place,</div> -<div class="verse">“When our dear country claims our aid</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Let all our quarrels cease.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For, mine are gone—most valiant Knight!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And now a boon I crave—</div> -<div class="verse">That frae thy noble arm—the meed</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of Knighthood I must have.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“And mine for aye!”—replies Sir John,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And to his breast him drew;</div> -<div class="verse">Then dubb’d him Knight, while deidly flight</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of arrows round them flew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then wi’ their men, these valiant twain</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Rush’d down the green hill’s side,</div> -<div class="verse">And ’mongst their foes, wi’ mortal blows</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their hands in bluid they dy’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like two huge rocks on Bramor’s brow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When loossen’d fra’ their bed,</div> -<div class="verse">That thunder down and overthrow</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The pines which crown the glade.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus they, thro’ ranks, the Earl of March</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the bold Percies fought,</div> -<div class="verse">And bluid and carnage mark’d their path</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where’er they step’d and fought.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At length they’re wi’ their gallant train</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By numbers compass’d round,</div> -<div class="verse">And fighting fall on heaps of slain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And stain with gore the ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus did these valiant cheiftains fall</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who liv’d in mortal strife,</div> -<div class="verse">But lock’d in one another’s arms,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dear friendship clos’d their life.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now the Scottish lines were broke</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wi’ rout and disarray,</div> -<div class="verse">And many a man was lost in [Tweed]</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That strove to flee that day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The mighty Douglas too was ta’en</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For ne’er a foot he’d flee,</div> -<div class="verse">But first five greevous wounds he got</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And also lost an eye.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With Gordon and with Swinton fell</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sir John of Callender,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Ramsay of Dalhousie too,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Sir Walter Sinclair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And Roger Gordon likewise died,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wi’ Walter Scot sae brave,</div> -<div class="verse">And many more of note beside</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom valour cou’d not save.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But past all count, the pris’ners were</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wi’ doughty Douglas ta’en,</div> -<div class="verse">Fife, Murray, Angus, Orkney Earls,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lord Graham and Erskine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With eighty Knights and many more</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than can ee’ now be told,</div> -<div class="verse">All captives led, for ransome sett</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By Harry Hotspur bold.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fra’ Forth to Tweed, a swankie blade</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was then a sight to see,</div> -<div class="verse">The co’uter left in half plough’d lidge</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lay rusting in the lee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God prosper Scotland, let us say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And grant our wars be done,</div> -<div class="verse">And may we ne’er see sic a day</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As that of Humbledown.<a name="FNanchor_45" id="FNanchor_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_45" id="Footnote_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> In the plain beneath the hill and village of Humbledown or -Humbleton is a stone pillar, denoting the ground where 10,000 of the -Scots, under Earl Douglas, in the reign of King Henry IV, on Holyrood-day, -1402, had a great overthrow, by Henry Lord Percy and -George Earl of March. Douglas had entered England about the -middle of August, and destroyed and plundered the country as far as -Newcastle. On his return to Scotland he was intercepted by Earl -Percy, and was obliged to engage on this plain: the battle was so -bloody that the lands gained the name of Redriggs, from the slaughter -with which they were stained. Among the prisoners were the Earls -of Fife, Murray, Angus, Athol, Orkney, and Monteath, the Lords -Montgomery and Erskine, and about 80 knights. Douglas received -five wounds and lost an eye. Being hotly pursued, in the flight 500 -Scots were drowned in the Tweed, the most of their army on this fatal -day were left dead, or taken prisoners.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE LAIDLEY WORM<br /> -<i>OF SPINDLESTON-HEUGH</i>.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Virgo jam serpens sinuosa volumina versat,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Mille trahens varios adverso sole colores,</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Arrectis horret squamis et sibilat ore;</i></div> -<div class="verse"><i>Arduaque insurgens navem de littore pulsat.</i></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center">A Song about 550 Years old, made by the old Mountain-bard, -Duncan Frasier, living on Cheviot, A.D. 1270.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>First printed from an ancient MSS.</i></p> - -<p class="center">BY MR ROBERT LAMBE, VICAR OF NORHAM.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The king is gone from Bambrough Castle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Long may the princess mourn,</div> -<div class="verse">Long may she stand on the castle wall,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Looking for his return.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She has knotted the keys upon a string,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And with her she has them ta’en,</div> -<div class="verse">She has cast them o’er her left shoulder,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And to the gate she is gane.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She tripped out, she tripped in,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She tript into the yard;</div> -<div class="verse">But it was more for the king’s sake,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than for the queen’s regard.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It fell out on a day, the king</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Brought the queen with him home;</div> -<div class="verse">And all the lords, in our country,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To welcome them did come.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! welcome father, the lady cries,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unto your halls and bowers;</div> -<div class="verse">And so are you, my step-mother,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For all that’s here is yours.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A lord said, wond’ring while she spake,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This princess of the North</div> -<div class="verse">Surpasses all of female kind</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In beauty, and in worth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The envious queen replied, at least,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You might have excepted me;</div> -<div class="verse">In a few hours, I will her bring</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Down to a low degree.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I will her liken to a Laidley worm,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That warps about the stone,</div> -<div class="verse">And not, till Childly Wynd comes back,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall she again be won.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The princess stood at the bower door</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Laughing, who could her blame?</div> -<div class="verse">But e’er the next day’s sun went down,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A long worm she became.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For seven miles east, for seven miles west,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And seven miles north, and south,</div> -<div class="verse">No blade of grass or corn could grow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So venomous was her mouth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The milk of seven stately cows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It was costly her to keep,</div> -<div class="verse">Was brought her daily, which she drank</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Before she went to sleep.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At this day may be seen the cave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which held her folded up,</div> -<div class="verse">And the stone trough, the very same</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Out of which she did sup.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Word went east, and word went west,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And word is gone over the sea,</div> -<div class="verse">That a Laidley worm in Spindleston-Heughs</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Would ruin the North Country.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Word went east, and word went west,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And over the sea did go;</div> -<div class="verse">The Child de Wynd got wit of it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which filled his heart with woe.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He called straight his merry men all,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They thirty were and three:</div> -<div class="verse">I wish I were at Spindleston,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This desperate worm to see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We have no time now here to waste,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hence quickly let us sail:</div> -<div class="verse">My only sister Margaret,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Something, I fear, doth ail.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They built a ship without delay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With masts of the rown tree,</div> -<div class="verse">With flut’ring sails of silk so fine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And set her on the sea.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They went on board. The wind with speed</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Blew them along the deep,</div> -<div class="verse">At length they spied an huge square tower</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On a rock high and steep.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sea was smooth, the weather clear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When they approached nigher,</div> -<div class="verse">King Ida’s castle they well knew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the banks of Bambroughshire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The queen look’d out at her bower window,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To see what she could see;</div> -<div class="verse">There she espied a gallant ship</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sailing upon the sea.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When she beheld the silken sails,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Full glancing in the sun,</div> -<div class="verse">To sink the ship she sent away</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her witch wives every one.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The spells were vain; the hags returned</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the queen in sorrowful mood,</div> -<div class="verse">Crying that witches have no power,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where there is rown-tree wood.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her last effort, she sent a boat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which in the haven lay,</div> -<div class="verse">With armed men to board the ship,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But they were driven away.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The worm lept up, the worm lept down,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She plaited round the stone;</div> -<div class="verse">And ay as she came to the land</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She banged it off again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The child then ran out of her reach</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The ship on Budley-sand;</div> -<div class="verse">And jumping into the shallow sea,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Securely got to land.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now he drew his berry-broad sword,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And laid it on her head;</div> -<div class="verse">And swore if she did harm to him</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That he would strike her dead.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O! quit thy sword and bend thy bow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And give me kisses three;</div> -<div class="verse">For though I am a poisonous worm,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No hurt I’ll do to thee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh! quit thy sword, and bend thy bow</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And give me kisses three;</div> -<div class="verse">If I’m not won, e’er the sun go down,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Won I shall never be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He quitted his sword and bent his bow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He gave her kisses three;</div> -<div class="verse">She crept into a hole a worm,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But out stept a lady.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No cloathing had this lady fine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To keep her from the cold;</div> -<div class="verse">He took his mantle from him about,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And round her did it fold.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He has taken his mantle from him about,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And in it he wrapt her in,</div> -<div class="verse">And they are up to Bambrough castle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As fast as they can win.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His absence and her serpent shape,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The king had long deplored,</div> -<div class="verse">He now rejoiced to see them both</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Again to him restored.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The queen they wanted, whom they found</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All pale, and sore afraid;</div> -<div class="verse">Because she knew her power must yield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Childy Wynd’s, who said,</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Woe be to thee, thou wicked witch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An ill death mayest thou dee;</div> -<div class="verse">As thou my sister hast lik’ned,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So lik’ned shalt thou be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I will turn you into a toad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That on the ground doth wend;</div> -<div class="verse">And won, won, shall thou never be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Till this world hath an end.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now on the sand near Ida’s tower,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She crawls a loathsome toad,</div> -<div class="verse">And venom spits on every maid</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She meets upon her road.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The virgins all of Bambrough town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will swear that they have seen</div> -<div class="verse">This spiteful toad, of monstrous size,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whilst walking they have been.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All folks believe within the shire</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The story to be true,</div> -<div class="verse">And they all run to Spindleston,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The cave and trough to view.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This fact now Duncan Frasier</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of Cheviot, sings in rhyme;</div> -<div class="verse">Lest Bambrough-shire-men should forget</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some part of it in time.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/footer-anchor.jpg" width="200" height="57" alt="An anchor (decorative footer)" /> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE FISHER LADDIE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Just as you enter <i>Bowmer</i> Raw,</div> -<div class="verse">There lives the bonny fisher lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The fisher lad that bangs them a’.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">O the bonny fisher lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That brings the fishes fra’ the sea;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">O the bonny fisher lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The fisher lad gat had of me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My mother sent me out one day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To gather cockles fra’ the sea;</div> -<div class="verse">But I had not been long away,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When the fisher lad gat had of me.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">O the bonny, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A sailor I will never marry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor soldier, for he’s got no <i>brass</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">But I will have a fisher lad</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Because I am a fisher’s lass.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">O the bonny, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE KYE’s COME HOME.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The kye are come hame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But I see not my hinny,</div> -<div class="verse">The kye are come hame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But I see not my bairn:</div> -<div class="verse">I’d rather lose all the kye</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than lose my hinny,</div> -<div class="verse">I’d rather lose all the kye</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than lose my bairn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fair fac’d is my hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His blue eyes are bonny,</div> -<div class="verse">His hair in curl’d ringlets</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hang sweet to the sight;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> -<div class="verse">O mount the old poney,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Seek after my hinny,</div> -<div class="verse">And bring to his mammy</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her only delight.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>SONG.</h2> - -<p><i>A lamentable Ditty made upon the death of a worthy gentleman, -named <span class="smcap">George Stoole</span>, dwelling sometime on Gate-side Moor, -and sometime at Newcastle, in Northumberland: with his -penitent end.</i> [c. 1610.]</p> - -<p class="center">To a delicate Scottish Tune.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come you lusty Northerne lads,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That are so blith and bonny,</div> -<div class="verse">Prepare your hearts to be full sad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To heare the end of Georgy.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, heigh-ho my bonny love,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Heigh-ho, heigh-ho my honny;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, heigh-ho my owne deare love,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And God be with my Georgie.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Georgie to his triall came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A thousand hearts were sorry,</div> -<div class="verse">A thousand lasses wept full sore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all for love of Georgie.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, heigh-ho my bonny love,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some did say he would escape,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some at his fall did glory:</div> -<div class="verse">But these were clownes and fickle friends,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And none that loved Georgy.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Might friends have satisfied the law,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then Georgie would find many:</div> -<div class="verse">Yet bravely did he plead for life,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If mercy might be any.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But when this doughty carle was cast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He was full sad and sorry:</div> -<div class="verse">Yet boldly did he take his death,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So patiently dyde Georgie.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As Georgie went up to the gate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He tooke his leave of many:</div> -<div class="verse">He tooke his leave of his laird’s wife,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom he lov’d best of any.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With thousand sighs and heavy looks,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Away from thence he parted,</div> -<div class="verse">Where he so often blithe had beene,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though now so heavy hearted.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He writ a letter with his owne hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He thought he writ it bravely:</div> -<div class="verse">He sent it to New-castle towne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To his beloved lady.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wherein he did at large bewaile,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The occasion of his folly:</div> -<div class="verse">Bequeathing life unto the law,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His soule to heaven holy.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why, lady, leave to weepe for me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Let not my ending grieve ye:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Prove constant to the man you love,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For I cannot relieve yee.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Out upon thee, Withrington,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fie upon thee, Phoenix:</div> -<div class="verse">Thou hast put downe the doughty one,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That stole the sheepe from Anix.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And fie on all such cruell carles,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose crueltie’s so fickle,</div> -<div class="verse">To cast away a gentleman</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In hatred for so little.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I would I were on yonder hill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where I have beene full merry:</div> -<div class="verse">My sword and buckeler by my side</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To fight till I be weary.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They well should know that tooke me first,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though whoops be now forsaken:</div> -<div class="verse">Had I but freedome, armes, and health,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’de dye ere I’de be taken.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But law condemns me to my grave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They have me in their power;</div> -<div class="verse">There’s none but Christ that can me save,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At this my dying houre.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He call’d his dearest love to him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When as his heart was sorry:</div> -<div class="verse">And speaking thus with manly heart,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Deare sweeting, pray for Georgie.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He gave to her a piece of gold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And bade her give’t her bairns:</div> -<div class="verse">And oft he kist her rosie lips,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And laid him into her armes.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And coming to the place of death,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He never changed colour,</div> -<div class="verse">The more he thought he would look pale,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The more his veines were fuller.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And with a cheereful countenance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(Being at that time entreated</div> -<div class="verse">For to confesse his former life)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">These words he straight repeated.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I never stole an ox or cow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor ever murdered any:</div> -<div class="verse">But fifty horse I did receive</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of a merchant’s man of Gory.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For which I am condemn’d to dye</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though guiltlesse I stand dying:</div> -<div class="verse">Deare gracious God, my soule receive,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For now my life is flying,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The man of death a part did act,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which grieves me tell the story;</div> -<div class="verse">God comfort all are comfortlesse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And did so well as Georgie.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, my bonny love,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Heigh-ho, heigh-ho my bonny;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, mine own true love,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Sweet Christ receive my Georgie.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p> - -<h2><i>EPITAPH</i><br /> -ON<br /> -WILLIAM BELL,<br /> -LATE A RESIDENT ON GATESHEAD FELL.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By Samuel Barras.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here lies the corpse of William Bell,</div> -<div class="verse">The great good man of Gateshead Fell:</div> -<div class="verse">Zealous in his Master’s cause,</div> -<div class="verse">A strict observer of his laws:</div> -<div class="verse">He liv’d by faith, and not by sight:</div> -<div class="verse">With full assurance took his flight,</div> -<div class="verse">Unto that sweet delicious coast,</div> -<div class="verse">Where hope is in fruition lost.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>AN EXCELLENT BALLAD<br /> -<i>On the Sickness, Death, and Burial</i>, OF ECKY’s MARE;</h2> - -<p><i>Which was made and composed by the late ancient and famous -Northern poet, Mr <span class="smcap">Bernard Rumney</span>, a musician, or country -fidler, who lived and died at Rothbury, being about one -hundred years old at the time of his death.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wold you please to hear of a sang of dule,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of yea sad chance and pittifow case,</div> -<div class="verse">Makes the peur man powt through many a pule,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And leuk on mony an unkend face?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Between the Yule but and the Pasch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In a private place, where as I lay,</div> -<div class="verse">I heard ane sigh, and cry, alas!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What shall I outher dea or say?</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A man that’s born of a middle-yeard wight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For wealth or pelth can no be secure;</div> -<div class="verse">For he may have enough at night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the next morn he may be fow peur.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I speak this by a Northumberland man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The proverb’s true proves by himself;</div> -<div class="verse">Since the horse-couping he began,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He had great cause to crack of wealth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of galloways he was well stockt,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What some part first, what some part last;</div> -<div class="verse">But I’ll no speak much to his praise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For some of them gat o’re lang a fast.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some of them gat a shrowish cast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which was nae teaken of much pelth;</div> -<div class="verse">But yet he hopes, if life dea last,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To see the day to crack of welth.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But aye the warst cast still comes last,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He had nae geuds left but a Mear,</div> -<div class="verse">There was mair diseases did her attend</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor I can name in half a year.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If Markham he himself was here,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A famous farrier although he be,</div> -<div class="verse">It wad set aw his wits astear</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To reckon her diseases in their degree.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But her sicknesses we’ll set aside,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now tauk we of the peur man’s cost,</div> -<div class="verse">And how she lev’d, and how she died,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And how his labour aw was lost.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In the winter-time she took a hoast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And aw whilk while she was noe weell;</div> -<div class="verse">But yet her stomach ne’er was lost,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Although she never had her heal.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now for her feud she went so yare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An the fiend had been a truss of hey,</div> -<div class="verse">She wad a swallowed him and mickle mare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bequeen the night but an the dey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The peur man cries out Armyes aye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I see that she’s noe like to mend,</div> -<div class="verse">She beggers me with haver and hey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wish her some untimous end.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nae sooner pray’d, but as soon heard,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She touck a fawing down behind,</div> -<div class="verse">She wad a thousand men a scar’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To have felt her how she fill’d the wind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her master he went out at night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of whilk he had oft mickle need,</div> -<div class="verse">He left her neane her bed to right,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor neane for to had up her head.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Next day when he came to the town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He ran to see his mear with speed,</div> -<div class="verse">He thought she had fawn in a swoon,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But when he try’d she was cald dead.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It’s ever alas! but what remeed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had she play’d me this at Michaelmas,</div> -<div class="verse">It wad a studden me in geud steed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sav’d me both yeats, hay and grass.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s ne’er an elf in aw the town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That hardly weell can say his creed,</div> -<div class="verse">But he will swear a solemn oath,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Crack o’ wealth Ecky’s mear cau’d dead.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lad, wilt thou for Hob Trumble run?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I ken he will come at my need;</div> -<div class="verse">That seun he may take off her skin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For I mun leeve though she be dead.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now straight he came with knife in hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He flead her fra the top to th’ tail,</div> -<div class="verse">He left nae mare skin on her aw</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then wad been a heudin to a flail.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He seld her haill hide for a groat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So far I let you understand,</div> -<div class="verse">And what he did weed he may well weet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For he bought neither house nor land.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now have I cassen away my care,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hope to live to get another;</div> -<div class="verse">And night and day shall be my prayer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The fiend gae down the loaning with her.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now shall I draw it near an end,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And tauk nae mare of her at least,</div> -<div class="verse">But hoping none for to offend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You shall hear part of her funeral feast.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To her resorted mony a beak,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And birds of sundry sorts of hue;</div> -<div class="verse">There was three hundred at the least,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You may believe it to be true.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir Ingram Corby he came first there,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With his fair lady clad in black,</div> -<div class="verse">And with him swarms there did appear</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of piots hopping at his back.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The carrion craw she was not slack,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aw cled into her mourning weed,</div> -<div class="verse">With her resorted mony a mack</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of greedy kite and hungry gleede.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When they were aw conven’d compleat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And every yean had taen their place;</div> -<div class="verse">So rudely they fell tea their meat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But nane thought on to say the grace.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some rip’d her ribs, some pluck’d her face,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nae bit of her was to be seen;</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Ingram Corby in that place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Himself he pick’d out baith her eyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But wait ye what an a chance befel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When they were at this jolly chear,</div> -<div class="verse">Sir William Bark, I can you tell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He unexpected lighted there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Put aw the feasters in sike a fear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some hopt away, some flew aside,</div> -<div class="verse">There was not ane durst come him near,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nay not sir Corby, nor his bride.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He came not with a single side,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For mony a tike did him attend,</div> -<div class="verse">I wait he was no puft we pride,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As you shall hear before I end.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See rudely they fell to the meat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But napkin, trencher, salt, or knife;</div> -<div class="verse">Some to the head, some to the feet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While banes geud bare there was na strife.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In came there a tike, they cau’d him Grim,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sea greedily he did her gripe,</div> -<div class="verse">But he rave out her belly-rim,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And aw her puddings he made pipe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her lights, her liver, but an her tripe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They lay all trailing upon the green;</div> -<div class="verse">They were aw gane with a sudden wipe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not any of them was to be seen.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But suddenly begeud a feast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And after that begeud a fray;</div> -<div class="verse">The tikes that were baith weak and least,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They carried aw the bats away.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And they that were of the weaker sort,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They harl’d her through the paddock-peul,</div> -<div class="verse">They leugh, and said it was good sport,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When they had drest her like a feule.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thus have you heard of Ecky’s mear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How pitifully she made her end;</div> -<div class="verse">I write unto you far and near,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who says her death is no well penn’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I leave it to yoursel’s to mend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That chance the peur man need again;</div> -<div class="verse">If it be ill penn’d it is well kend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I got as little for my ‘pain.’</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>STANZAS,<br /> -<i>Addressed to Northumbria</i>.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Old Janus advances all cloathed in white,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And his long-smother’d tempests sends forth;</div> -<div class="verse">On the mountains cold bosom, as black as the night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sinks the dark rolling clouds of the north.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In their winding sheets rob’d are the hills and the dales,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the verdure no longer is seen;</div> -<div class="verse">Save where the slow streams wind their way thro’ the vales,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With their margins besprinkled with green.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On the stump of a thorn, with his bosom of red,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">See the robin his thankful notes raise</div> -<div class="verse">For his crumbs—by his precepts, oh! may I be led</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To give the All-bounteous due praise.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hark! the blast sweeps the heath; see the mountain fir bend;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thick tempests obscure the pale sky;</div> -<div class="verse">The fast-gathering drift on the hedge see descend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And streams of faint lightning flash by.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yes, Northumbria, thy climate is cold and severe;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There winter usurps the blithe spring;</div> -<div class="verse">And through the wide range of the circling year,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Chilling damps to thy bosom will cling.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet thy health-giving breeze, be it ever so cold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Knits the nerves of thy children for war;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose proud speaking eye in the soldier behold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And for whose dauntless heart view the tar.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He bounds o’er thy brooks, and he climbs thy wild rocks,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Health and vigour inhales from the breeze;</div> -<div class="verse">Despising in manhood the tempest’s rude shocks,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fearless quits his dear home for the seas.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lo! the canvas it swell’d: from the banks of the Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The vessel scuds swiftly along;</div> -<div class="verse">From his eye independant, see stern valour shine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As he hums a Northumbrian song.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now the battle-day comes, and far, far from his shore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The squadrons of France meet his eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">Unaw’d his proud heart, ’mid the cannons’ loud roar,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He with Collingwood conquers and dies.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From thy hills, too, at sound of the heart-rousing drum,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy war breathing soldier retires;</div> -<div class="verse">In lion-like strength seeks the carnage field’s hum,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fights—blesses thy name—and expires!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Such, such are the heroes in thy vallies rear’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Such, Northumbria, thy children still be:</div> -<div class="verse">Proud commerce, from Tyne’s banks in glory uprear’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To her breast clasps the lords of the sea.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come forward ye dark rolling clouds of the north,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who shrinks from your blasts but the coward and slave?</div> -<div class="verse">Ye nerve the bold sons that Northumbria sends forth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To fight for her king on Trafalgar’s proud wave.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>January 2d, 1807.</i></p> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Bothwell.</span></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span></p> - -<h2><i>THOMAS WHITTLE.</i></h2> - -<p>The author of the five succeeding pieces of poetry, a Northumbrian -by birth, and was long resident in the neighbourhood -of Cambo, as appears by the following lines taken from his -<span class="smcap">Whimsical Love</span> with <span class="smcap">Ann Dobson</span>:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“At Cambo, on a fatal day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I chanc’d to see and view</div> -<div class="verse">This Celia’s face, more fresh than May,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When every blossom’s new;</div> -<div class="verse">Like patient Grissel, at her wheel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Acting the housewife’s part,</div> -<div class="verse">My spirits in my veins did reel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And love danc’d in my heart.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>As also from the History of Northumberland, (1811) -Vol. II, page 221.</p> - -<p>“Cambo was the favourite residence of the ingenious and -eccentric Thomas Whittle, whose comic productions often -beguile the long winter evenings of our rustic Northumbrians. -His parents and the place of his birth are unknown. It is -believed that he was the natural son of a gentleman of fortune, -and that he was called Whittle from the place of his nativity, -which some say was in the parish of Shilbottle, and others in -the parish of Ovingham.</p> - -<p>“Though Whittle was a profligate in his life, and sometimes -licentious in his compositions, yet the superior talents he has -displayed in his best productions, sufficiently entitle him to -our notice in this work. His poems and songs have long been -perused by the people of the county with eager admiration -and delight, and will probably be a source of entertainment -to many succeeding generations. His Whimsical Love is a -master-piece of its kind; and his Poetic Letter to the Razor-setter, -his satirical Poem on William Carstairs, and his song -called the Mitford Galloway, are replete with wit and -humour, and will afford a mental feast to all who have a -taste for comic poetry.” The last of which was published -during his life, with the following old wood cut, as a head -piece to it:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> -<img src="images/horse.jpg" width="500" height="319" alt="HORSE!" /> -<p class="caption">Bidford Galloway.</p> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE MIDFORD GALLOWAY’s RAMBLE.</h2> - -<p class="center">BY THOMAS WHITTLE.</p> - -<p class="center">To the Tune of, <i>Ranting roaring Willy</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The routing the earl of Mar’s forces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Has given their neighbours supplies;</div> -<div class="verse">They’ve stock’d us with Highlanders horses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like kileys for madness and size:</div> -<div class="verse">The whirligig-maker of Midford</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Has gotten one holds such a stear,</div> -<div class="verse">He’s had worse work with it, I’ll say for’t</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than Ecky e’er had with his mear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The devil ne’er saw such a gelding</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As this to be foal’d of a mear;</div> -<div class="verse">The size ont’s a shame to be teld on,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And yet it could skip like a deer;</div> -<div class="verse">For colour and size (I’m a sinner,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I scorn, as the folks say, to slide,)</div> -<div class="verse">’Twas just like Hob Trumble’s gimmer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which he sold for six-pence a side.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It was a confounded bad liver,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like Ferry the piper’s old cat;</div> -<div class="verse">It ne’er could be brought to behaviour,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though it has got many a bat;</div> -<div class="verse">It had been so spoil’d in up-bringing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It vext his poor heart every day;</div> -<div class="verse">Sometimes with biting and flinging,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sometimes with running away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Perhaps it was brought up a Tory,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And knew the poor man for a Whig;</div> -<div class="verse">But just to make short of the story,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll tell you one day what it did:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> -<div class="verse">When business came thicker and thicker,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And would not admit of delay,</div> -<div class="verse">As fast as the heels on’t could bicker,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It scamper’d right northward away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O’er rocks, over mountains and ditches,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dike-gutters and hedges it speels;</div> -<div class="verse">A courser could never keep stretches</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With it for a large share of heels:</div> -<div class="verse">From hill unto dale like a fairy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It hurry’d and pranced along,</div> -<div class="verse">While Geordy was in a quandary,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And knew not what way it was gone.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A day or two after, have at it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He north in pursuit on’t took chase,</div> -<div class="verse">And like a dub-skelper he trotted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To many strange village and place;</div> -<div class="verse">All Rothbury forest he ranged,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From corner to corner like mad,</div> -<div class="verse">And still he admired and stranged,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What vengeance was gone with his pad.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He circled about like a ring-worm,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And follow’d the scent of his nose,</div> -<div class="verse">And from Heslyhurst unto Brinkburn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Fortune the clothier he goes.</div> -<div class="verse">To honest Tom Fawdon’s the fuller,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The rattle-brain’d roisters both went,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ they made the gelding their colour,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Another thing was their intent.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tom Fawdon soon knew what they wanted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And straightway the table was set,</div> -<div class="verse">With bread, butter and cheese it was planted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And good ale, as well as good meat;</div> -<div class="verse">Their grace took but little inditing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Twas short and they had it by heart;</div> -<div class="verse">And they took as little inviting,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But strove who should have the fore-start.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They used no bashful dissembling,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But to in a passion did fall,</div> -<div class="verse">The dishes did by them stand trembling,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their mercy appeared so small:</div> -<div class="verse">The butter, the cheese, and the bannocks,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dissolved like snow in a fresh,</div> -<div class="verse">And still as they stuck in their stomachs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With liquor they did them down wash.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Dutch, nor the Welsh, nor wight Wallace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did ever like them show their spleen,</div> -<div class="verse">The cheese bore the marks of their malice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their knives and their teeth were so keen.</div> -<div class="verse">Two stone they destroyed, shame be’n them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And pour’d down their liquor like spouts,</div> -<div class="verse">Their guts to hold what they put in them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Were drest like a pair of strait boots.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With bellies top-full to the rigging,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I leave them to settle a bit,</div> -<div class="verse">’Till making good use of the midding,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">‘Do’ bring them unto a right set.</div> -<div class="verse">Now come we to speak of the gelding,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who knowing that he did offend,</div> -<div class="verse">Stay’d two or three days about Weldon,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To make justice Lisle stand his friend.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He after that grew so unlucky,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On mischief and ill he was bent,</div> -<div class="verse">He prov’d a right North-country jockey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Still cheating where ever he went.</div> -<div class="verse">At many men’s charges he dined,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But never ask’d what was arrear;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet no man could get him confined,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So slily himself he did clear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The town of Longframlington further</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can give an account what he is,</div> -<div class="verse">He came within acting of murder,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As near as a horse could to miss;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> -<div class="verse">For unto a house he went scudding,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And seeing a child all alone,</div> -<div class="verse">If Providence had not withstood him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He’d struck it as dead as a stone.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The rest of his acts are recorded,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis nonsense to mention them here;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll go back and fetch Geordy forward,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He’s tarri’d too long I do fear!</div> -<div class="verse">From Brinkburn he started and held on,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Directly to Framlington town,</div> -<div class="verse">And then to the miller’s at Weldon,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He back o’er the hill tumbled down.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Not finding the thing that he wanted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unto Hedleywood he did trot,</div> -<div class="verse">He was tost like a dog in a blanket,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O’er Coquet and back in the boat:</div> -<div class="verse">All Framlington fields he sought over,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And from spot to spot he did run,</div> -<div class="verse">For fear the grass chanced to cover</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His pad, as it once did Tom Thumb.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then up to John Alders he drabbeth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there all the night did repose,</div> -<div class="verse">And then, the next day being Sabbath,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Away he to Whittingham goes;</div> -<div class="verse">Where he to revenge the miscarriage</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of his little scatter-brain’d nag,</div> -<div class="verse">He went to the clerk of the parish,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To get him expos’d for a vague.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The clerk he soon set up his cropping,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And made a great bustle and stear;</div> -<div class="verse">The church-yard appear’d like a hopping,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The folks drew about so to hear:</div> -<div class="verse">He did to a hairs-breadth describe him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And call’d him again and again,</div> -<div class="verse">And Geordy by four-pence did bribe him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For all the small pains he had ta’n.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Scarce were the jaw-bones of these asses</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Well shut, till a Thrunton-bred lad,</div> -<div class="verse">Eas’d Geordy a bit of his crosses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By bringing him news of his pad:</div> -<div class="verse">These tidings his spirit renewed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No clerk cou’d his courage controul,</div> -<div class="verse">But still was resolv’d to pursue it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Suppose it were to the North pole.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis past a man’s giving account on,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What way he traversed with speed,</div> -<div class="verse">From Eslington, Whittingham, Thrunton,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He past the Broom-park and Hill-head,</div> -<div class="verse">To Learchild, to Barton, to Branton,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And from thence to Mount on the clay,</div> -<div class="verse">To Fawdon, the Clinch, and to Glanton,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And several towns mist by the way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Lemington, Abberwick, Bolton,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Woodhall that stands on the fell,</div> -<div class="verse">And Titlington’s likewise untold on,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where Jacob, of old, dig’d his well;</div> -<div class="verse">To Harup, to Hidgily and Beanly,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He past unto Callaly mill,</div> -<div class="verse">To Brandon, to Ingram, and Reavely,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Crawley that stands on a hill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Brandon-main, then to the Whitehouse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Dickison’s where he made league,</div> -<div class="verse">And articled that for a night-house,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To rest a while after fatigue:</div> -<div class="verse">He drank a while till he grew mellow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And then for his chamber did call,</div> -<div class="verse">Where sound he may sleep, silly fellow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His travels wou’d weary us all.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He had an invincible couple</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of legs, that did bear him well out,</div> -<div class="verse">They hung so loose, like a flail-souple,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And cudgel’d his buttocks about;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span> -<div class="verse">No man who’d have thought any hallion</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Could ever have acted the thing,</div> -<div class="verse">Without help of Pacolet’s stallion,<a name="FNanchor_46" id="FNanchor_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">That when the pin turn’d did take wing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Next day rising, rigging and starting,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He jogg’d on his journey with speed,</div> -<div class="verse">To Bewick, the Lilburns, Coldmartin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From thence unto Woolerhaugh-head;</div> -<div class="verse">To Wooperton, Ilderton, Rodham,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Rosedon, he scudded like mad,</div> -<div class="verse">Nothing fell by the way that withstood him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Until he had met with his pad.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Earl was the place where he found him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A blithe sight for Geordy to see;</div> -<div class="verse">But got the whole town to surround him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Before he his prisoner would be:</div> -<div class="verse">Then on his back jumping and prancing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He swiftly switcht over the plain,</div> -<div class="verse">But made him pay dear for his dancing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">E’er he got to Midford again.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_46" id="Footnote_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> See the history of Valentine and Orson.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE INSIPIDS:<br /> -OR,<br /> -<i>The Mistress with her Multitude of Man Servants.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">BY THOMAS WHITTLE.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If they were set round in a ring,</div> -<div class="verse">Jane Heymours for beauty surpasses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She might be a match for a king;</div> -<div class="verse">Her cheeks are as red as a cherry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her breast is as white as a swan,</div> -<div class="verse">She is a blyth lass and a merry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And her middle is fit for a man.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lads are so fond to be at her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They all run as mad as March hares,</div> -<div class="verse">This bonny young lass they do flatter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fall at her feet to their prayers:</div> -<div class="verse">You never saw keener or stouter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ll not be put off with delay,</div> -<div class="verse">Like bull-dogs they still hang about her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And court her by night and by day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Joe Hepple, Will Crudders, Tom Liddle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With twenty or thirty men more,</div> -<div class="verse">If I could their names but unriddle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At least I might make out two score,</div> -<div class="verse">That all cast about for to catch her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And make her their own during life;</div> -<div class="verse">With others that strive to debauch her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Despairing to make her their wife.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So many love tokens and fancies</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She gets, that to bring them in view,</div> -<div class="verse">They’d look like so many romances,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And none could believe they were true.</div> -<div class="verse">I only will mention one favour,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And leave you to guess at the rest;</div> -<div class="verse">An old kenning Edward Hall gave her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of comforts the choicest and best.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They venture like people for prizes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And with the same timorous doubt,</div> -<div class="verse">She has them of all sorts and sizes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That’s constantly sneaking about.</div> -<div class="verse">Each man speaks her fair, and importunes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In all the best language that’s known;</div> -<div class="verse">And happy were he could tell fortunes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To know if the girl were his own.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">John Robson, Joe Bowman, Will Little,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With her would spend nights over days;</div> -<div class="verse">Each glance of her eyes is so smittle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That all men are catch’d if they gaze:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> -<div class="verse">She strikes them quite thro’ with love stitches,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And many a poor heart she doth fill;</div> -<div class="verse">She’s like one of those call’d white witches,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That hurts men and means them no ill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">John Henderson, that honest weaver,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And mettled Matt Thomson the smith,</div> -<div class="verse">Came both from Capheaton to preave her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And court her with courage and pith.</div> -<div class="verse">Ned Oliver too, and Tom Baxter</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Spare neither their feet, tongue, or hands,</div> -<div class="verse">But strive with the rest to contract her</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In compass of conjugal bands.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bob Bewick just makes it his calling</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unto her his love to declare;</div> -<div class="verse">And some’s of that mind that John Rawling</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Would gladly come in for a share.</div> -<div class="verse">John Forcing doth praise and commend her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Above any lass that wears head;</div> -<div class="verse">And fain he would be a pretender,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If he had but hopes to come speed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bob Cole strains his wit and invention</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And compliments to a degree;</div> -<div class="verse">And twenty that I cannot mention</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are all as keen courters as he.</div> -<div class="verse">She puts them all into such pickle</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They care not what courses they run,</div> -<div class="verse">And if (as folks say) she be fickle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis twenty to one they’re undone.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their loves would fill forty hand wallets,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If they were cramm’d in at both ends;</div> -<div class="verse">Their hearts are all sunk like lead pellets,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And very small hopes of amends.</div> -<div class="verse">Great dangers on both sides encreases,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which very destructive may prove;</div> -<div class="verse">The lass may be all pull’d to pieces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or all the poor lads die for love.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But that which supports and preserves them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their stomachs their best friends do prove;</div> -<div class="verse">And ’tis not a little meat serves them</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since they fell so deeply in love.</div> -<div class="verse">Their fancies and appetites working,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It made them so sharp and so keen,</div> -<div class="verse">The girls mother lost two butter firkins,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They wattell’d away so much cream.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One day with a good brandy bottle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Two met her about the Heugh Nebb,</div> -<div class="verse">And there their accounts they did settle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And made all as right as my legg:</div> -<div class="verse">The snuff-mill and gloves came in season,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The want of a glass to supply;</div> -<div class="verse">They drank the girls first, with good reason,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And then the king’s health by the by.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Millers Haugh, Heugh Nebb, and Haystack,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Flowers, the New Close, and Decoy,</div> -<div class="verse">With places whose titles I know not,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where they met to love and enjoy,</div> -<div class="verse">Would be but too far a digression,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And make our fond passions rebell;</div> -<div class="verse">But, oh! had these places expression,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What pretty love tales they could tell!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So many to her bear affection,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And give her such lofty applause,</div> -<div class="verse">I’m love-sick to hear the description,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And wish I could see the sweet cause:</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis she that could make all odds even,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And bring many wonders to pass;</div> -<div class="verse">I wish all her sweethearts in heaven,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Why I were in bed with the lass!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p> - -<h2>SAWNEY OGILBY’s DUEL WITH HIS WIFE.</h2> - -<p class="center">BY THOMAS WHITTLE.</p> - -<p class="center">To the Tune of, <i>The worst’s past</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Good people, give ear to the fatalest duel</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That Morpeth e’er saw since it was a town,</div> -<div class="verse">Where fire is kindled and has so much fuel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wou’d not be he that wou’d quench’t for a crown.</div> -<div class="verse">Poor Sawney, as canny a North British hallion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As e’er crost the border this million of weeks,</div> -<div class="verse">Miscarried, and married a Scottish tarpawlin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That pays his pack-shoulders, and will have the breeks.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I pity him still when I think of his kindred,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lord Ogelby was his near cousin of late;</div> -<div class="verse">And if he and somebody else had not hinder’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He might have been heir unto all his estate.</div> -<div class="verse">His stature was small, and his shape like a monkey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His beard like a bundle of scallions or leeks;</div> -<div class="verse">Right bonny he was, but now he’s worn scrunty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fully as fit for the horns as the breeks.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It fell on a day, he may it remember,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ others rejoyced, yet so did not he,</div> -<div class="verse">When tidings was brought that Lisle did surrender,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It grieves me to think on’t, his wife took the gee,</div> -<div class="verse">These bitches still itches, and stretches commission,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And if they be crossed they’re still taking peeks,</div> -<div class="verse">And Sawney, poor man, he was out of condition,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hardly well fit for defending the breeks.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She mutter’d, and moung’d, and looked damn’d misty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Sawney said something, as who cou’d forbear?</div> -<div class="verse">Then straight she began, and went to’t handfisty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She whither’d about, and dang down all the gear:</div> -<div class="verse">The dishes and dublers went flying like fury,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She broke more that day than would mend in two weeks,</div> -<div class="verse">And had it been put to a judge or a jury,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They cou’d not tell whether deserved the breeks.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But Sawney grew weary, and fain would be civil,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Being auld, and unfeary, and fail’d of his strength,</div> -<div class="verse">Then she cowp’d him o’er the kale-pot with a kevil,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there he lay labouring all his long length.</div> -<div class="verse">His body was soddy, and sore he was bruised,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The bark of his shins was all standing in peaks;</div> -<div class="verse">No stivat e’er lived was so much misused</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As sare as auld Sawney for claiming the breeks.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The noise was so great all the neighbours did hear them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She made his scalp ring like the clap of a bell;</div> -<div class="verse">But never a soul had the mense to come near them,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ he shouted murder with many a yell.</div> -<div class="verse">She laid on whisky whasky, and held like a steary,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wight Wallace could hardly have with her kept streaks;</div> -<div class="verse">And never gave over until she was weary,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Sawney was willing to yield her the breeks.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now she must still be observ’d like a madam.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She’ll cause him to curvet, and skip like a frog,</div> -<div class="verse">And if he refuses she’s ready to scad him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Poxtake such a life, it wou’d weary a dog.</div> -<div class="verse">Ere I were so serv’d, I would see the de’il take her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I hate both the name and the nature of sneaks;</div> -<div class="verse">But if she were mine I would clearly forsake her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And let her make a kirk and a mill of the breeks.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>SONG<br /> -ON<br /> -<i>WILLIAM CARSTAIRS, SCHOOLMASTER.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">BY THOMAS WHITTLE.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye muses nine, if you think fit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Instruct my pen to write.</div> -<div class="verse">Apollo, thou great god of wit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come help me to indite.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Let poets, pipers, fidlers come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In priols,<a name="FNanchor_47" id="FNanchor_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> or in pairs,</div> -<div class="verse">And echo forth, as with a <i>drum</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The praise of Will Carstairs.<a name="FNanchor_48" id="FNanchor_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Imprimus</i>, then I will proceed</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His features to disclose,</div> -<div class="verse">And draw a compass from his head</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unto his heels and toes;</div> -<div class="verse">Some cunning man come lay a spell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And keep me from all snares,</div> -<div class="verse">That I may keep in compass well,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While I describe Carstairs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But first I must his pardon crave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For making bold and free,</div> -<div class="verse">For William was his christian name,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And shall be so for me;</div> -<div class="verse">But manners must to rhymes give place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or else we spoil our wares;</div> -<div class="verse">And <i>Will</i> and <i>William’s</i> all one case,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And equal to Carstairs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His face is like the midnight moon</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And stars that shine so bright;</div> -<div class="verse">His nose is like a flaming fire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That casts both heat and light;</div> -<div class="verse">It sparkles like the Syrian seas</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When he gets in his airs,</div> -<div class="verse">A clown has not an heart to buy</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A beak like Will Carstairs.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Without a magnifying glass,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His neck you cannot see;</div> -<div class="verse">But if you please to let it pass,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It shall be pass’d by me;</div> -<div class="verse">His shoulders are compact and strong,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Made up of rounds and squares,</div> -<div class="verse">And no small burden e’er could wrong</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A back like Will Carstairs’.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Down from his shoulder-blades there springs</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Two arms both stout and strong,</div> -<div class="verse">That flap just like a buzzard’s wings</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As he marcheth along;</div> -<div class="verse">And from those arms there spring two hands,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Well skill’d in magic airs;</div> -<div class="verse">And William Lilley’s charter stands</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By such as Will Carstairs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He has eight sides, I scorn to slide,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll bring them fairly in,</div> -<div class="verse">The upperside and underside</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are two for to begin;</div> -<div class="verse">There’s backside, foreside, leftside, right—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll put them down in pairs—</div> -<div class="verse">And inside, outside, which make <i>eight</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Belonging to Carstairs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Down from his sides there spring two hips</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With sturdy well built thighs,</div> -<div class="verse">Just like a pair of weeding-clips,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But of a larger size;</div> -<div class="verse">His legs they do like supples bend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When he gets in his airs—</div> -<div class="verse">Right taper’d down from end to end,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Few men can match Carstairs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His feet are much like other men’s,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I guess them by the shoe,</div> -<div class="verse">They’re neither of the fives nor tens,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But just between the two.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> -<div class="verse">He’ll trip to Scotland in a trice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For speed he never spares,—</div> -<div class="verse">There’s few can trip it out so nice</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As thrifty Will Carstairs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He’s near about the standard pitch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As nature can express—</div> -<div class="verse">They’re lubbers that’s above his size,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And dwarfs that’s any less;</div> -<div class="verse">But tho’ he be not quite so tall</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To rank ’mong grenadiers,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s thousands of marines as small</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As little Will Carstairs.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_47" id="Footnote_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> Priol, <i>i.e.</i> three.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_48" id="Footnote_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> Carstairs, though a poor poet, was vain of his abilities as such. -About the year 1731, Thomas Whittle and he being in a large -company at the Burnt-house in Newcastle, the conversation turned -on their respective merits as disciples of the Muses. A wager was -soon bet on the subject; and it was agreed, that an hour should be -allowed for each of them to write satyrical verses on the other. The -two poets were accordingly placed in separate apartments; and at the -expiration of the time specified, it was determined, by throwing up a -halfpenny, which of the two should first read his lays: it fell to -Whittle’s lot; but before he had got to the end, his competitor was so -chagrined, that he put the concoctions of his less fertile brain in the -fire; the wager of course was won by Whittle’s party.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THOMAS WHITTLE, HIS HUMOROUS LETTER,<br /> -TO MASTER MOODY, THE RAZOR-SETTER.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Newcastle on Tyne, -May Twenty-nine.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Good Master Moody,</div> -<div class="verse">My beard being cloudy,</div> -<div class="verse">My cheeks, chin, and lips</div> -<div class="verse">Like moon i’ the ’clipse,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For want of a wipe:</div> -<div class="verse">I’ve sent you a razor,</div> -<div class="verse">If you’ll be at leisure</div> -<div class="verse">To grind her, and set her,</div> -<div class="verse">And make her cut better,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">You’ll e’en light my pipe.<a name="FNanchor_49" id="FNanchor_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Dear sir, you know little</div> -<div class="verse">The case of poor Whittle—</div> -<div class="verse">I’m courting Tantivie,</div> -<div class="verse">If you will believe me,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Pray mark what I say:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> -<div class="verse">I’m frank in my proffers,</div> -<div class="verse">And when I make offers,</div> -<div class="verse">To kiss the sweet creature,</div> -<div class="verse">My lips cannot meet her.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">My beard stops the way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You’ve heard my condition,</div> -<div class="verse">And now I petition,</div> -<div class="verse">That without omission,</div> -<div class="verse">With all expedition,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">You’ll give it a <i>strike</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">And send it by ’Tony,</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll pay you the money—</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll shave and look bonny,</div> -<div class="verse">And go to my honey,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As snod as you like.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If you do not you’ll hip me,</div> -<div class="verse">My sweetheart will slip me,</div> -<div class="verse">And if I should smart for’t,</div> -<div class="verse">And break my poor heart for’t</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Are you not to blame!</div> -<div class="verse">But if you’ll oblige me,</div> -<div class="verse">As gratitude guides me,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll still be your servant,</div> -<div class="verse">Obedient and fervent,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Whilst <span class="smcap">Whittle’s</span> my name.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_49" id="Footnote_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> A Northumberland phrase, signifying a particular favour done to one.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE LITTLE PRIEST OF FELTON.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The little priest of Felton,</div> -<div class="verse">The little priest of Felton,</div> -<div class="verse">He kill’d a mouse within his house,</div> -<div class="verse">And ne’er a one to help him;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To help him, to help him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He kill’d a mouse within his house,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ne’er a one to help him.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE FELTON GARLAND.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>How a Brick-maker at Felton stole a Woman away by her own -Consent, from her Grandmother.</i></p> - -<p class="center">To the Tune of, <i>Maggy Lauder</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There lives a lass in Felton town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her name is Jenny Gowen,</div> -<div class="verse">With the Brick-man she has play’d the lown,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So wanton she is grown:</div> -<div class="verse">The reason why some love the night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Incognito</i> to revel,</div> -<div class="verse">Is they love darkness more than light,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Because their deeds are evil.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So late at night on Saturday,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He thought all safe as brandy,</div> -<div class="verse">He rigg’d and trigg’d, and rid away</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon John Hinks’s Sandy:</div> -<div class="verse">To Haggerston he did pretend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some sweetheart there confin’d him;</div> -<div class="verse">But he took up, at our town-end,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His cloak-bag on behind him.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like as the bird that gay would be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As fable hath reported,</div> -<div class="verse">From each fine bird most cunningly</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A feather she extorted:</div> -<div class="verse">Then boasting said, How fine I’m grown!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her painted plumes she shaked,</div> -<div class="verse">At which each bird pluck’d off their own,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And left her almost naked.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With this kind maid it proved so,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who many things did borrow,</div> -<div class="verse">To rig her up from top to toe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And deck her like queen Flora.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Of one she got a black-silk hood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her fond light head to cover,</div> -<div class="verse">Likewise a blue cloak, very good,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her night intrigues to smother.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Clock stockings she must have (dear wot)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In borrow’d shoes she’s kilted,</div> -<div class="verse">Some lent her a blue petticoat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Both large and bravely quilted.</div> -<div class="verse">Of some she got a fine linn-smock,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lest Peter shou’d grow canty,</div> -<div class="verse">And have a stroke at her black joke,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a tante, rante, tante.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With borrow’d cane, hat on her head,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To make her still look greater,</div> -<div class="verse">She’d make her friends believe indeed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They were all bought by Peter:</div> -<div class="verse">But when she did return again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In all her boasted grandeur,</div> -<div class="verse">Each to their own did lay just claim,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And left her as they fand her.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But none can guess at their intent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Why they abroad did swagger,</div> -<div class="verse">Some said, to see their friends they went,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some said, to Buckle Beggar.</div> -<div class="verse">Away full four days they stay’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I think they took their leisure;</div> -<div class="verse">They past for man and wife, some said,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And spent the nights in pleasure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When the Black Cock did Sandy see,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There was a joyful meeting,</div> -<div class="verse">That night when I thee lent, quoth he,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wish I had been sleeping:</div> -<div class="verse">Thou art abused very sore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As any creature can be,</div> -<div class="verse">And still he cry’d, o’er and o’er,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O woe is me for Sandy!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then Sandy, mumbling, made reply,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You were my loving master,</div> -<div class="verse">I never did your suit deny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor meet with one disaster,</div> -<div class="verse">Till now unknown to yourself,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That I should have this trouble,</div> -<div class="verse">Or else for neither love nor pelf,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You’d let me carry double.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Poor Sandy was with riding daul’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He rues he saw their faces,</div> -<div class="verse">His back and sides they sorely gaul’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He pay’d for their embraces;</div> -<div class="verse">But if young Peter’s found her nest,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She’ll rue as well as Sandy;</div> -<div class="verse">And if she proves with child, she best</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had tarry’d with her grandy.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>How they abused the horse they rid on, and when he married, -they went off in several people’s debts.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In second part I will declare</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The troubles of poor Sandy;</div> -<div class="verse">And how this couple married were,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And how well pleas’d was Grandy.</div> -<div class="verse">Now first with Sandy I’ll begin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose legs swell’d to a wonder,</div> -<div class="verse">So likewise was his belly rim,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Swell’d like to burst asunder.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And lest his troubles shou’d increase,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A farrier was provided,</div> -<div class="verse">Well skill’d in Markham’s master-piece,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who in this town resided;</div> -<div class="verse">And, to his everlasting fame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He did exert his cunning,</div> -<div class="verse">He bled his legs, and in his wame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Two tapps he there set running.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He several med’cines did apply,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose virtue was so pure,</div> -<div class="verse">That in six weeks, or very nigh,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He made a perfect cure.</div> -<div class="verse">And now in all the world besides,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There’s not a sounder creature,</div> -<div class="verse">So well he scampers, and he rides,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But never more with Peter.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of him I now design to speak,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A Yorkshire born and bred, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">He play’d them all a Yorkshire trick,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And then away he fled, sir.</div> -<div class="verse">As you shall hear when home he came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Jennet upon Sandy,</div> -<div class="verse">He to his work return’d again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And she unto her grandy.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But long with her she tarry’d not,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unsettled was her notion,</div> -<div class="verse">Just like the pend’lum of a clock,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That’s always in a motion.</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll go to service, she did say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Keep me, you can’t afford it;</div> -<div class="verse">So one she got, where was it pray?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">E’en where her spark was boarded.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now whether ’twas for want of beds,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or whether ’twas cold weather,</div> -<div class="verse">Or whether ’twas to measure legs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That they lay both together;</div> -<div class="verse">But as they smuggl’d for a while,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And gave out they were marry’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Till she at length did prove with child,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then all things were miscarry’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then he did own his fault was great,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He’d make her satisfaction;</div> -<div class="verse">And fearing penance in a sheet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He’d suffer for that action,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> -<div class="verse">He marry’d her without delay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And got their nuptial lesson,</div> -<div class="verse">Which to confirm they went streightway</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To get their grandy’s blessing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When in her presence they were come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She rail’d at them like thunder,</div> -<div class="verse">For shame, cries she, what have you done,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That’s brought on you this blunder?</div> -<div class="verse">She call’d her slut and brazen fac’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Instead of kind caressing,</div> -<div class="verse">Our family you have disgrac’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can you expect a blessing?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But like a stormy winter’s night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Next morning turns calm weather,</div> -<div class="verse">So grandy’s passion soon took flight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She pray’d that they together</div> -<div class="verse">Might live in love and happiness,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Enjoying peace and plenty,</div> -<div class="verse">Long may they health and wealth possess,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And pockets ne’er grow empty.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When they had grandy’s blessing got,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They slily fled away, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">He all the bricks did leave unwrought,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And many debts to pay, sir.</div> -<div class="verse">Now all good people, warning take,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How you do trust to strangers,</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll wheedle you for money’s sake,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And still prove country rangers.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 150px;"> -<img src="images/footer-flowers.jpg" width="150" height="69" alt="Flowers (decorative footer)" /> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p> - -<h2>FROM THE<br /> -SWAINS OF FELTON,<br /> -TO THE<br /> -<i>Shepherds of Lanthernside, Northumberland</i>, 1787.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune.</i>—General F—r—’s March.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">He’s gone! he’s gone!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The conquering hero’s gone!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To barren lands in Lanthernside,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To sow Lucern upon.</div> -<div class="verse">Rejoice ye sons of Lanthernside, and Io pæan sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Since land-improving F——r vouchsafes to be your king!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Lucern! Lucern!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">That best of grass Lucern!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Oh! happy swains of Lanthernside,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Be far from you concern;</div> -<div class="verse">For now your sterile rocky soil, where stocks are never seen,</div> -<div class="verse">Will quickly be converted all, to fields of fruitful green.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">He’ll plant, he’ll plant,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">A Colony he’ll plant,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">With plants and beasts of various kinds,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Which Lanthernside may want.</div> -<div class="verse">With here a hardy plant of Oak, and there a plant of Fir,</div> -<div class="verse">And here an English pointer staunch, and there a shepherd’s cur.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">He’ll sail, he’ll sail,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Without a mast or sail,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And gently glide by Lanthernside,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Before a gentle gale.</div> -<div class="verse">Your streamlet he will navigate, and bring the flowing tide,</div> -<div class="verse">From Warkworth’s hoary Hermitage, to dreary Lanthernside.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">He’ll reign, he’ll reign,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Without despotic sway;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Therefore ye lads of Lanthernside,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">His dictates all obey.</div> -<div class="verse">Come all ye wanton wenches, with speed unto him haste,</div> -<div class="verse">For, tho’ as lewd as Lais, he’ll teach you to be chaste.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Your game, your game,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">He will preserve your game!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For well in that particular,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Abroad is spread his fame!</div> -<div class="verse">But <a name="FNanchor_50" id="FNanchor_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a>Biddlestone will curse the day, to Lanthernside he came,</div> -<div class="verse">For sure as bird e’er fell by gun, he will destroy his game.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">Rejoice! rejoice!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Let <a name="FNanchor_51" id="FNanchor_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a>Felton Park rejoice!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For now its lord is free to roam,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">As chance directs his choice.</div> -<div class="verse">For F——r like a Briton bold, had circumscrib’d his bounds,</div> -<div class="verse">And left him but one single mile, to range in his own grounds.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">He’s gone! he’s gone!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Alas! our hero’s gone!</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And left us quite disconsolate,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">In Felton town to moan!</div> -<div class="verse">Rejoice ye Lanthernsiders, and Io pæan sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Since mirth-exciting F——r vouchsafes to be your king.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_50" id="Footnote_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> Mr S—— of Biddlestone.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_51" id="Footnote_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> Mr R—— of Felton.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>ON THE<br /> -DEPARTURE OF <span class="smcap">Mr</span> GREY, OF FELTON,<br /> -<i>Who died on Saturday, August 12th, 1775.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent4">On Saturday,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Poor Felton Grey,</div> -<div class="verse">Went o’er the hills and far away:</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But none can say,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">He went away,</div> -<div class="verse">Without enquiring <i>what’s to pay</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p> - -<h2>CARR OF ETAL.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God prosper long our noble king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our lives and safeties all;</div> -<div class="verse">A joyful supper once there did,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Edinbro’ befal.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To give the gallant Scot a horn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bold <i>Etal</i><a name="FNanchor_52" id="FNanchor_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> took his way,</div> -<div class="verse">Children to get, which shall be born,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon another day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bold Etal of Northumberland,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A vow to God did make,</div> -<div class="verse">His pleasure in the Scottish town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Three summer’s days to take.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The choicest lips in Edinbro’,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To kiss and bear away;</div> -<div class="verse">These tidings reach’d Black Castle’s<a name="FNanchor_53" id="FNanchor_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> lord,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In Perthshire where he lay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who sent young Etal present word,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He would prevent his sport;</div> -<div class="verse">The Englishman not fearing this,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Did to the town resort.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In reg’ment spotted leopard like,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mov’d with superior grace;</div> -<div class="verse">And swore he’d take their mistresses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And kiss before their face.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sir Patrick, in a silver vest,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Most like a gallant knight,</div> -<div class="verse">Mov’d foremost of the company.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And pleas’d the ladies’ sight.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shew me, says he, whose men you be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who come so boldly here;</div> -<div class="verse">I fain would see that English face,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That I have cause to fear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The first man that did answer make,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was gallant <i>Etal</i> he,</div> -<div class="verse">Who said, We list not to disclose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or shew whose men we be.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But we will spend our dearest blood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your toasts to bear away:</div> -<div class="verse">Sir Pat with anger colour’d red,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thus in rage did say:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ere I will thus outbraved be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One of us two shall die;</div> -<div class="verse">I know thou Carr of Etal art,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Black Castle’s heir am I.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But trust me, Etal, pity ’twere,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And great offence to kill,</div> -<div class="verse">Doory and Swinburn, harmless youths,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For they can do no ill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let you and I the battle try,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And set our men aside:</div> -<div class="verse">Accurst be he, bold Etal cried,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By whom this is denied.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then stept a noble baron forth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lord Linton was his name;</div> -<div class="verse">Who said, He would not have it told,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Scottish men for shame;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That ere Black Castle fought on foot,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he stood looking on;</div> -<div class="verse">You are two ’squires, lord Linton cried,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And I am an earl’s son.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’ll do the best that I can do,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While I have power to stand;</div> -<div class="verse">I would not quarrel for a kiss,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But Carr, keep back your hand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then Swinburn clapp’d his hands and laugh’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And jeeringly did say,</div> -<div class="verse">Stick to ’em Carr, and bear ’em off,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For me I’ll drink away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Drinking’s the sport that I like best,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So push the glasses round;</div> -<div class="verse">Kiss you the ladies and I’ll drink,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">These gallants to the ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh what a joy it was to see,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And likewise for to hear,</div> -<div class="verse">How Swinburn rattl’d in the van,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Creighton in the rear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They drank full fast from night ’till morn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No slackness there was found;</div> -<div class="verse">And Scots and English hats and wigs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lay drunk upon the ground.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>At Callaly, the seat of the Claverings, tradition reports, -that while the workmen were engaged in erecting the castle -upon a hill, a little distance from the scite of the present -edifice, they were surprised every morning to find their former -day’s work destroyed, and the whole impeded by supernatural -obstacles, which causing them to watch, they heard a voice -saying:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Callaly castle stands on a height,</div> -<div class="verse">It’s up in the day, and down at night:</div> -<div class="verse">Build it down on the Shepherd’s Shaw,</div> -<div class="verse">There it will stand and never fa’.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Upon which the building was transferred to the place -mentioned, where it now stands.</p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_52" id="Footnote_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> Carr, Esq. of Etal, in the county of Northumberland.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_53" id="Footnote_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> Sir P. Murray.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p> - -<h2>BEDLINGTON TRAGEDY.<br /> -<i>A FRAGMENT.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In Bedlington there liv’d a fair,</div> -<div class="verse">(With ruby lips, and auburn hair;)</div> -<div class="verse">Who dearly priz’d a famous youth,</div> -<div class="verse">For generous acts and constant truth;</div> -<div class="verse">But she was heir to store of wealth,</div> -<div class="verse">No fortune he, but worth himself:</div> -<div class="verse">This when her parents understood,</div> -<div class="verse">Hoping it would be for her good,</div> -<div class="verse">To hinder both their loves intent,</div> -<div class="verse">To Stokesley, to an uncle sent;</div> -<div class="verse">At parting, many a sigh and tear,</div> -<div class="verse">Of love, and truth, thro’ life sincere;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor death should part; for from the grave</div> -<div class="verse">Short time should the surviver save:</div> -<div class="verse">She was not gone a week or more,</div> -<div class="verse">Until this young man sicken’d sore,</div> -<div class="verse">He sicken’d sore, and heart-broke died,</div> -<div class="verse">Which pleas’d her parents’ greedy pride;</div> -<div class="verse">Who to another would her wed,</div> -<div class="verse">Forgetful what she’d sworn and said.</div> -<div class="verse">The eve that he in grave was laid,</div> -<div class="verse">Thus to his wife the father said,</div> -<div class="verse">A double feed I’ll give my mare,</div> -<div class="verse">All other things do thou prepare.</div> -<div class="verse">Lay out thy hood and safeguard too,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere light for Stokesley I will go;</div> -<div class="verse">Before thou seest the morrow night,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou’lt surely see thy daughter bright;</div> -<div class="verse">And now no fear, he’s dead and gone,</div> -<div class="verse">A happy bride we’ll make her soon.</div> -<div class="verse">It was now that dread midnight hour,</div> -<div class="verse">When restless ghosts their wrongs deplore.</div> -<div class="verse">James rode up to her uncle’s door,</div> -<div class="verse">With her father’s horse they drest before.</div> -<div class="verse">O who is there? the maiden cries:</div> -<div class="verse">O it is I, the ghost replies:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> -<div class="verse">The horse, hood, safeguard, come and view,</div> -<div class="verse">You’ll find a messenger most true:</div> -<div class="verse">Forthwith with me then instant ride,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor fear nor ill need you betide.</div> -<div class="verse">When all the uncle understood,</div> -<div class="verse">Trusting it right and for her good,</div> -<div class="verse">Help’d her to mount, but made him swear,</div> -<div class="verse">He’d take her to her father dear.</div> -<div class="verse">Now when she got him up behind,</div> -<div class="verse">They travelled faster then the wind;</div> -<div class="verse">That in two hours, or little more,</div> -<div class="verse">They came unto her father’s door;</div> -<div class="verse">And as they did this great haste make,</div> -<div class="verse">He sore complain’d his head did ache;</div> -<div class="verse">Her handkerchief she then pull’d out,</div> -<div class="verse">And tied the same his head about:</div> -<div class="verse">And as she bound it round his head,</div> -<div class="verse">My dear, says she, you’re cold as lead;</div> -<div class="verse">She saw no shadow of her dear,</div> -<div class="verse">But only of herself and mare.</div> -<div class="verse">He sets her at her father’s door,</div> -<div class="verse">And says, your mare has travelled sore;</div> -<div class="verse">So go you in, and as I’m able,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll feed and tend her in your stable.</div> -<div class="verse">O who is there? the father cries,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis I, the lovely maid replies:</div> -<div class="verse">Behind young James I’ve hasted here,</div> -<div class="verse">As order’d by my parents dear.</div> -<div class="verse">Which made the hair stand on his head,</div> -<div class="verse">He knowing that the man was dead.</div> -<div class="verse">Next in the stable then could he</div> -<div class="verse">No living shape of mankind see;</div> -<div class="verse">But found his horse all in a sweat,</div> -<div class="verse">Which put him in a grievous fret.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>According to the remainder of this old ballad, (which we have been -unable to collect) the daughter sickens, takes to her bed, and dies, and -is buried in the same grave; and, on opening his coffin, accordingly as -the maid had said, her handkerchief was found tied round his head.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span></p> - -<h2>Hotspur: A BALLAD;<br /> -<i>In the Manner of the Ancient Minstrels.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">BY MR WILLIAM RICHARDSON.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lady sat in leafy bow’r,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Near Royal <i>Sheene’s</i> fair dome;</div> -<div class="verse">The Harper, journeying, westward went,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Far, far from friends and home.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His lyre, in grass-green satchel plac’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hung graceful by his side;</div> -<div class="verse">Th’ harmonious strings oft murm’ring rang,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As o’er the heaths he hied.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In search was he of <i>Hotspur</i> fam’d.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With tidings from his dame,</div> -<div class="verse">His fair lady, the lovely <i>Kate</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since chronicled in fame.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She pin’d the day, she wept the night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For her dear absent lord;</div> -<div class="verse">And days, and weeks, and months flew o’er,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor comfort could afford.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lady sat by winding Thames,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Near where the wand’rer past;</div> -<div class="verse">And him she beckon’d to draw near</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thus the Bard address’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“From whence com’st thou? O! sweet Harper.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From whence com’st thou? Tell me;</div> -<div class="verse">From border of the daring Scot?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Art of the North Countrie?”</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“I come not from the fair Scotland;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(Yet near green <i>Cheviot</i> roam;)</div> -<div class="verse">From <i>Aln’s</i> sweet, bosky banks I come;</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><i>Northumberland</i> my home.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Then freely smite thy sweet, sweet lyre,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy lyre of far-spread fame;</div> -<div class="verse">The bold Percy—his castle’s there;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wide swells his warrior name.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For thou his harper art I ween;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I see gleam on thy vest,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy paly, cusped, silver moon,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The <i>Saracen’s</i> proud crest.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“His ancestor in fell crusade,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For England’s powerful king,</div> -<div class="verse">Fought manfully, and did from thence,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That <i>Syrian</i> trophy bring.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With flying touch he swept the strings,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And upward turn’d his eye,</div> -<div class="verse">As if the <i>genius</i> of the song,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Inspiring, hover’d nigh.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His finger caught the master note,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And soon his ardent face</div> -<div class="verse">Beam’d, dignified with native fire</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of brave <i>Northumbria’s</i> race.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He sang the deeds of <i>Hotspur</i> bold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At blood-stain’d <i>Otterbourne</i>:</div> -<div class="verse">And eke the feats of valiant <i>Ralph</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As furious in his turn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Two warrior lords, (and brothers they,)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As e’er drew shining brand;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor from the gory field would flinch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whilst Valour there might stand.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And mournful now, he touch’d the harp,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And, grieving, oft he sigh’d</div> -<div class="verse">For <i>Widdrington</i>, the mightiest chief</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That e’er in battle died.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The <i>Forster</i>, <i>Fenwick</i>, <i>Collingwood</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The <i>Heron</i> of renown,</div> -<div class="verse">High in the ranks of Lord Percy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The war-axe hewed down!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He sang the acts of other chiefs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That by the <i>Reedside</i> fell;</div> -<div class="verse">The flow’r of val’rous families</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That still near <i>Cheviot</i> dwell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The heath-hen long, and fallow deer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their native heights did quit;</div> -<div class="verse">With warrior-blood th’ attainted sward,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Made e’en the gorecock flit!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Percies in that vengeful fight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Both, both were pris’ners ta’en;</div> -<div class="verse">But for the Douglas’ dead bodie</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Were yielded up again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He ceas’d the song, then paused awhile;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Down roll’d the silent tear;</div> -<div class="verse">The lady, smit with sympathy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Could scarce the like forbear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then stifling back the star-like drop,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With woman’s winning voice,</div> -<div class="verse">She ask’d if tidings from his lord</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Would not his heart rejoice?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Perchance,” quoth she, “I may you aid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(Assuage your troubled breast,)</div> -<div class="verse">For oh! methinks the task is good</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To comfort the distressed!”</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His kerchief to his furrow’d face</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He gently did apply,</div> -<div class="verse">And bright and fervent shone his front,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">New fire illum’d his eye.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“But thrice the golden circling sun,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Has rubied yonder east,”</div> -<div class="verse">The lady said, “Since news there came</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From Shrewsb’ry’s hostile waste.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“There <i>Hotspur</i> and his valiant band,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oppos’d to <i>Tudor’s</i> ire,</div> -<div class="verse">Encamped lay, and high their hearts</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Beat for the conflict dire.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So having said, her snowy hand</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She plac’d across her brow;</div> -<div class="verse">“Lo! down by <i>Windingshore’s</i> dim vale,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A Herald’s coming now.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Herald flew on wings of wind,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Swift to the Royal fane;</div> -<div class="verse">“A victory,” he stoutly cried,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“And valiant <i>Hotspur</i> slain!”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The death-sound pierc’d the Harper’s ear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And instant on the plain</div> -<div class="verse">He dropt,—as light’ning had him struck,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor e’er spoke word again.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>August, 1810.</i></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> -<img src="images/footer-vase.jpg" width="200" height="107" alt="Vase of flowers (decorative footer)" /> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p> - -<h2>LEGEND<br /> -OF<br /> -<i>SEWEN SHIELDS CASTLE.</i></h2> - -<p>This legendary ballad is an un-embellished versification of an old -tradition, still current in the vicinity of Sewen Shields Castle, in -Northumberland.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nought but some dæmon’s baleful step</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For years had pass’d those lands,</div> -<div class="verse">Where (all its former grandeur fled)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An ancient castle stands.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where many a lord, and many a knight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And many a baron bold,</div> -<div class="verse">The meed of valour oft had won,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or tale of love had told.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Once, too, it held Northumbria’s king</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In days of former fame:</div> -<div class="verse">But now no courteous tenants boasts—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Sewen Shields<a name="FNanchor_54" id="FNanchor_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> its name.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And there, too, superstition’s spell</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had cast its gloom around:</div> -<div class="verse">And none for years had ever been</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Within its precincts found—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Till Dixon,<a name="FNanchor_55" id="FNanchor_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> young advent’rous swain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who fear’d no mortal arm,</div> -<div class="verse">Had vow’d to search the site throughout,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And find the hidden charm.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The morning frown’d: he made th’ attempt;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And darker still it grew:</div> -<div class="verse">And, when he reach’d the castle walls,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The owls portentous flew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No well-fed porter now was seen</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Within the court to wait:</div> -<div class="verse">And weeds and mould’ring stones appear’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where stood the lofty gate.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He cross’d the damp deserted halls:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He spoke—but all in vain;</div> -<div class="verse">For Echo, from the ruin’s verge,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Return’d his words again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Through many a passage long and dark</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His weary steps he bent:</div> -<div class="verse">At length a flight of stairs he saw,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And tried the deep descent.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He felt unwholesome dewy cold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Yet still pursued his way—</div> -<div class="verse">Resolv’d ’till he had all explor’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No more to view the day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At length a gleam of light he saw;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A ray of warmth he found:</div> -<div class="verse">And down the stairs he quickly was,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And trod upon the ground;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And soon, within a chamber large,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A blazing fire perceiv’d;</div> -<div class="verse">And by its flames a sight he saw,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which else he’d ne’er believ’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A king and queen, in regal state,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Were there by Morpheus chain’d:</div> -<div class="verse">And o’er the train of courtiers too</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The same still slumber reign’d.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And round the fire some faithful dogs</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their fortunes seem’d to share:</div> -<div class="verse">And, on a table near, a sword</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And horn were placed there.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As from the scabbard then, with might,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The blade to draw he tries,</div> -<div class="verse">As it unsheath’d, with awe he sees</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The sleepers all arise.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Struck with amaze, he put it back.—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The monarch, pierc’d with woe,</div> -<div class="verse">E’er he return’d to death-like sleep,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus spoke in accents slow:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“A curse, O Dixon, light on thee!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Why wast thou ever born?</div> -<div class="verse">Why did thou not the sword draw out,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or wind the bugle horn?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“On them our wish’d release depends.—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A cent’ry now must fly,</div> -<div class="verse">Before a mortal can again</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To break th’ enchantment try.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now, oppress’d by slumbers dire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He sank, till kinder fate</div> -<div class="verse">Should send some knight, who might restore</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His former envied state.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For Dixon, who these wonders saw,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hope both rais’d and crush’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Soon left th’ apartment, as at first,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In solemn silence hush’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And never since, as records say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Has mortal ventur’d there;</div> -<div class="verse">But all, with superstitious dread,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The sleeping king revere.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_54" id="Footnote_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> Sewen Shields, or Shewing Sheels, about 28 miles west of -Newcastle, is a Roman Castle, 22 yards by 30, having entrances on -the east, south, and west, with a foss on three sides, remarkably bold; -and on the fourth Serverus’s wall. It has had four turrets, one at -each corner. See <i>Hutton’s Desc. of the Rom. Wall</i>.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_55" id="Footnote_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> The name of the shepherd to whom tradition records this circumstance -to have occurred.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span></p> - -<p>The following old Northumbrian ballad was taken down from -the recitation of a woman eighty years of age, mother to one of -the miners in Alston-moor, by an agent for the lead mines -there, and communicated to the Editor by Robert Surtees, -Esquire, of Mainsforth. She had not, she said, heard it for -many years; but when she was a girl, it used to be sung at -merry makings, “till the roof rung again.”</p> - -<p><i>N.B.</i> This ballad was first printed in Scott’s celebrated Poem of -MARMION, with several valuable notes; for which see the notes to -canto first of that Poem.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hoot awa’, lads, hoot awa’,</div> -<div class="verse">Ha’ ye heard how the Ridleys, and Thirwalls, and a’,</div> -<div class="verse">Ha’ set upon Awbony<a name="FNanchor_56" id="FNanchor_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> Featherstonhaugh,</div> -<div class="verse">And taken his life at the Deadmanshaugh;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">There was Willimoteswick,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And Hardriding Dick,</div> -<div class="verse">And Hughie of Hawden, and Will of the Wa’,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">I canno’ tell a’, I canno’ tell a’,</div> -<div class="verse">And mony a mair that the deil may knaw.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The auld man went down, but Nicol, his son,</div> -<div class="verse">Ran away afore the fight was begun;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And he run, and he run,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And afore they were done,</div> -<div class="verse">There was many a Featherston gat sic a stun,</div> -<div class="verse">As never was seen since the world begun.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I canna’ tell a’, I canna’ tell a’;</div> -<div class="verse">Some gat a skelp, and some gat a claw;</div> -<div class="verse">But they gard the Featherstons haud their jaw,—</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Nicol, and Alick, and a’.</div> -<div class="verse">Some gat a hurt, and some gat nane;</div> -<div class="verse">Some had harness, and some gat sta’en.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent3">Ane gat a twist o’ the craig;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Ane gat a bunch o’ the wame;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Symy Haw gat lam’d of a leg,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">And syne ran wallowing hame.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hoot, hoot, the auld man’s slain outright!</div> -<div class="verse">Lay him now wi’ his face down:—he’s a sorrowful sight.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Janet, thou donot,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">I’ll lay my best bonnet,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou gets a new gude-man afore it be night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hoo away, lads, hoo away,</div> -<div class="verse">Wi’s a’ be hangid if we stay.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tak’ up the dead man, and lay him ahint the bigging;</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s the Bailey o’ Haltwhistle,</div> -<div class="verse">Wi’ his great bull’s pizzle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That sup’d up the broo’, and syne—in the piggin.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_56" id="Footnote_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> The local pronunciation for Albany.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2><i>The following Lines are cut on a Tombstone in Haltwhistle -Church Yard, Northumberland.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ihon Redle that som tim did be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The laird of the Waltoun;</div> -<div class="verse">Gon is he out of thes vale of misery,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His bons lies under this ston.</div> -<div class="verse">We must beleve be God’s mersy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Into thes world gave hes son;</div> -<div class="verse">Then for to redem al christens,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So Christ haes hes soul woon.</div> -<div class="verse">All faithful peple may be faen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When dath coms, that non can fre:</div> -<div class="verse">The bode kept the soul in paen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Through Christ is set at liberte.</div> -<div class="verse">Among blesed compane to remaen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To slep in Christ nowe is he gon;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet stil beleves to hav again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Though Christ a jouful resurrecshon.</div> -<div class="verse">Al frends ma be glad to hear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When hes soul from paen did go:</div> -<div class="verse">Out of this world as doeth appear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the year of our Lord, 1562.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><i>N.B.</i> The above John Ridley is supposed to have been brother to -Bishop Ridley, who was burnt at Oxford, October 16th, 1555, he was -the possessor of, and lived at Wall-town, and was one of the ancestors -of the present Sir Matthew White Ridley, of Blagdon, in Northumberland, -M.P. for Newcastle.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p> - -<h2>LINES<br /> -<i>Written at an Inn, in that very retired and romantic Part of -Northumberland, the Banks of the ALLAN.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">BY GEORGE PICKERING.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>November, 1787.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye torrents roar o’er yonder linn,</div> -<div class="verse">And Allen swell thy rapid stream,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I careless view thee from an Inn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The trees that late appear’d so green,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To drop their foliage now begin:</div> -<div class="verse">They waft a moral to mine ear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While pensive sitting at an Inn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See winter comes with all his train,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I hear his loud, his arctic din:</div> -<div class="verse">Why let him come, I fear him not,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I sit in comfort at an Inn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When age, life’s winter, shall appear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then reason whispers from within;</div> -<div class="verse">Eternity’s our wish’d for home,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The world at best is but an Inn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>LUCY GRAY OF ALLENDALE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh, have you seen the blushing rose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The blooming pink, or lilly pale,</div> -<div class="verse">Fairer than any flow’r that blows</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is Lucy Gray of Allendale.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pensive and sad o’er braes and burn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where oft the nymph they us’d to hail;</div> -<div class="verse">The shepherds now are heard to mourn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For Lucy Gray of Allendale.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With her to join the rural dance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Far have I stray’d o’er hill and dale,</div> -<div class="verse">Where, pleas’d, each rustic stole a glance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At Lucy Gray of Allendale.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twas underneath yon hawthorn shade,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That first I told the tender tale,</div> -<div class="verse">But now low lays the lovely maid,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sweet Lucy Gray of Allendale.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bleak blows the wind, keen beats the rain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon my cottage in the vale;</div> -<div class="verse">Long may I mourn, a lonely swain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For Lucy Gray of Allendale.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>HALTWHISTLE FAIR.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May,</div> -<div class="verse">When most of the neighbours began to look gay,</div> -<div class="verse">Such brushing, and washing, and dressing was there,</div> -<div class="verse">And nothing was talk’d of but Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You may be quite sure I was pleas’d to the heart,</div> -<div class="verse">To think I was going there to act my part;</div> -<div class="verse">While pleasure is going, I will have my share,</div> -<div class="verse">And see the nice lasses at Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Old Hetelwood briskly attended his boat,</div> -<div class="verse">And jested the Ladies while they were afloat;</div> -<div class="verse">He landed them all with a great deal of care,</div> -<div class="verse">And wish’d them all sweethearts at Haltwhistle Fair.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We enter’d the town with a great deal of glee,</div> -<div class="verse">Where hawkers and pedlers in scores you might see:</div> -<div class="verse">The task would be endless to tell of the ware</div> -<div class="verse">They had put up for sale at Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The spade and the shuttle neglected they lay,</div> -<div class="verse">The tailor his trimmings and cloth put away,</div> -<div class="verse">The smith threw his hammer down—You may lie there,</div> -<div class="verse">For this day I’ll make one at Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The man in the barn he threw down his flail,</div> -<div class="verse">And came to this place for a drink of good ale;</div> -<div class="verse">The coal-pits were empty, no person was there,</div> -<div class="verse">They went like their neighbours to Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Old women on crutches, who hardly could go,</div> -<div class="verse">Who had kept their beds for a twelvemonth or so,</div> -<div class="verse">With grey beards, whose noddles were hoary or bare,</div> -<div class="verse">All came for a look at old Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some people, they say, were so very keen,</div> -<div class="verse">As came with a view but to see and be seen,</div> -<div class="verse">And got so well pleas’d, they did vow and declare,</div> -<div class="verse">They never again would miss Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You have heard of Miss Bouncer, without any doubt,</div> -<div class="verse">What beauty she is from the head to the foot:</div> -<div class="verse">No business whatever had I, I declare,</div> -<div class="verse">But to see the dear creature at Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I looked about, my dear charmer to see,</div> -<div class="verse">I gaz’d at the crowd, and the crowd gaz’d at me;</div> -<div class="verse">At length I espy’d her—My dear, are you there?</div> -<div class="verse">I’m happy to see you at Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While music is going, I will have a dance,</div> -<div class="verse">So took in my fair one to caper and prance;</div> -<div class="verse">She danc’d a nice jig, keeping time to a hair,</div> -<div class="verse">And beat all the lasses at Haltwhistle Fair.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Miss Bouncer was so very loving and kind,</div> -<div class="verse">She smil’d in my face, while she drank up my wine;</div> -<div class="verse">Of punch and of cakes, oh my dear had her share,</div> -<div class="verse">And I paid expences at Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So kind and so loving, what less could I do,</div> -<div class="verse">Than buy the dear creature a fairing or two;</div> -<div class="verse">Some things that she fancied, I paid for I swear.</div> -<div class="verse">Says she, I shall oft think on Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With very good judgment, and very good sense,</div> -<div class="verse">I brought down my shillings to so many pence:</div> -<div class="verse">And sometime near midnight it fell to my share,</div> -<div class="verse">To see home Miss Bouncer, from Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I will grow very careful, and that you shall see,</div> -<div class="verse">To try if Miss Bouncer and me can agree;</div> -<div class="verse">Each shilling and sixpence I will hurd up with care,</div> -<div class="verse">In hopes for to spend them next Haltwhistle Fair.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>ANNA OF THE TYNE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A bonny swain, blithe Sandy nam’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who’d muckle land and kine,</div> -<div class="verse">A lassie lov’d, for beauty fam’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fair Anna of the Tyne.</div> -<div class="verse">And thus would Sandy joyous sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Fair maid, O be but mine;</div> -<div class="verse">More blest I’d be than laird or king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Anna of the Tyne.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Kind youth,” she cried, “nae kine or land,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor money I’ve in store;</div> -<div class="verse">Then cease to ask my humble hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor wed a maid so poor.”</div> -<div class="verse">Yet still would Sandy joyous sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Fair maid, O be but mine;</div> -<div class="verse">More blest I’d be than laird or king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Anna of the Tyne.”</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For Anna thou art rich in charms,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The wealth of worlds to me;</div> -<div class="verse">Then wed, and bless thy lover’s arms.”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She smil’d, and blest was he.</div> -<div class="verse">How rapturous then did Sandy sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Now, now, the fair one’s mine;</div> -<div class="verse">I am more bless’d then laird or king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Anna of the Tyne!”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE TYNE.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By Henry Robson.</i>—1807.</p> - -<p>Henry Robson, the author of this, as also of the <i>Collier’s Pay -Week</i>, see page 38, was born at Benwell, near Newcastle; and is now -residing at the latter place, where, besides the above, he has written -several pieces of poetry, possessing a considerable degree of merit.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In Britain’s blest island there runs a fine river,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Far fam’d for the <i>ore</i> it conveys from the mine:</div> -<div class="verse">Northumbria’s pride, and that district doth sever</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From Durham’s rising hills, and ’tis called—<i>The Tyne</i>.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Flow on, lovely Tyne, undisturb’d be thy motion,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Thy sons hold the threats of proud France in disdain;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As long as thy waters shall mix with the ocean,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The fleets of Old England will govern the main.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Other rivers for fame have by poets been noted</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In many a soft-sounding musical line;</div> -<div class="verse">But for <i>sailors</i> and <i>coals</i> never one was yet quoted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Could vie with the choicest of rivers—the Tyne.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Flow on, lovely Tyne, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Collingwood conquer’d our foes so completely,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And gain’d a fine laurel his brow to entwine;</div> -<div class="verse">In order to manage the matter quite neatly,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mann’d his vessel with tars from the banks of the Tyne.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Flow on, lovely Tyne, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou dearest of rivers, oft times have I wander’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy margin along when oppressed with grief,</div> -<div class="verse">And thought of thy stream, as it onward meander’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The murmuring melody gave me relief.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Flow on, lovely Tyne, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From the fragrant wild-flowers which blow on thy border</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The playful Zephyrus oft steals an embrace,</div> -<div class="verse">And curling thy surface in beauteous order,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The willows bend forward to kiss thy clear face.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Flow on, lovely Tyne, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One favour I crave—O kind Fortune befriend me—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When downhill I totter, in nature’s decline;—</div> -<div class="verse">A competent income—if this thou wilt send me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll dwindle out life on the banks of the Tyne.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Flow on, lovely Tyne, undisturb’d be thy motion,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Thy sons hold the threats of proud France in disdain;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">As long as thy waters shall mix with the ocean,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The fleets of Old England will govern the main.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE SPRING.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Written the beginning of May, 1809.</i></p> - -<p class="center">BY HENRY ROBSON.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now the feathered train in each bush,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Court their mates, and love’s melody sing—</div> -<div class="verse">The blackbird, the linnet, and thrush,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Make the echoing vallies to ring:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The bird with the crimson-dy’d breast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From the hamlet has made his remove;</div> -<div class="verse">To join his love-song with the rest,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And woo his fond mate in the grove.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lark, high in æther afloat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Each morn, at the usher of day,</div> -<div class="verse">Attunes his wild-warbling throat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sings his melodious lay.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yon bank lately cover’d with snow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now smiles in the spring’s bloomy pride;</div> -<div class="verse">And the sweet-scented primroses grow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Near the streamlet’s sweet-gurgling tide.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To the banks of the Tyne we’ll away,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And view th’ enrapturing scene;</div> -<div class="verse">While Flora, the goddess of May,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With her flow’rets bespangles the green.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE BANKS OF THE TYNE.</h2> - -<p class="center">BY JAMES WILSON.</p> - -<p>James Wilson, the author of this, and the four following -poetical pieces, belonged to Hexham, where he taught school until he -removed to Morpeth, under pecuniary embarrassment: while here, -he found a friend in the late Wallis Ogle, Esq. and was by him conducted -to Cawsey Park School, where he shortly after died. When -at Hexham, he published a volume of Poems printed by T. Angus, -Newcastle, in 1778.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Apollo, your aid I request,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Direct and embellish each line;</div> -<div class="verse">With influence warm my breast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To sing the sweet Banks of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If Phœbus proposes the theme,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Both reason and duty combine,</div> -<div class="verse">To pay my respects to the stream,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And honour the Banks of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here oft with great pleasure I stray,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor ever find cause to repine,</div> -<div class="verse">While Nature’s rich beauties display</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Themselves on the Banks of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here Liberty’s pleas’d to resort,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her banners with lustre here shine;</div> -<div class="verse">No place, since she left the vile court,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can please like the Banks of the Tyne.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her sons are with Liberty fir’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their Freedom they’ll never resign;</div> -<div class="verse">But what their forefathers acquir’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Defend on the Banks of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The man let me freely explain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who would as a senator shine,</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis <span class="smcap">Theron</span>, who holds his domain</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Enclos’d by the Banks of the Tyne.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><i>The following <span class="smcap">Ode</span>, addressed to Sir <span class="smcap">Walter Blackett</span>, Bart. -was wrote by the Author, on the very Day that the Building -of <span class="smcap">Hexham Bridge</span> was undertaken.</i></p> - -<p class="center">BY JAMES WILSON.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye sacred nine descend,</div> -<div class="verse">Aid to my muse O lend,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Whilst I rehearse:</div> -<div class="verse">Bind round my head the bays,</div> -<div class="verse">My humble genius raise,</div> -<div class="verse">And teach me how to praise</div> -<div class="verse indent2"><span class="smcap">Blackett</span>, in verse.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hard is the task impos’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Glorious the end propos’d;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Hark! it succeeds:</div> -<div class="verse">Heaven would surely frown,</div> -<div class="verse">And with contempt look down,</div> -<div class="verse">Should we forget to own</div> -<div class="verse indent2">His noble deeds.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Hexham</i> no more shall weep,</div> -<div class="verse">At Tyne’s redundant sweep,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And pregnant shore;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Blackett</i> the path will pave,</div> -<div class="verse">Which scorns the threat’ning wave,</div> -<div class="verse">Where all with joy will have</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Safe passage o’er.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">See him with ev’ry age,</div> -<div class="verse">Soft’ning the bitter rage,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Of Poverty:</div> -<div class="verse">As he approaches nigh,</div> -<div class="verse">Ope the strong bolts do fly,</div> -<div class="verse">To set, with heart-felt joy,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The wretched free.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Titus the great did say,</div> -<div class="verse">Gods! I have lost a day:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Fatal mistake;</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Blackett</i> more great than he,</div> -<div class="verse">Never that day can see,</div> -<div class="verse">But numbers chearfully,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Sing for his sake.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May Heaven his life prolong,</div> -<div class="verse">To swell the Poet’s song</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Till there arise,</div> -<div class="verse">One that’s as good as he,</div> -<div class="verse">Then let him wafted be,</div> -<div class="verse">To spend eternity,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Above the skies.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p class="center"><i>The following Lines, written on laying the Foundation-stone -of <span class="smcap">Hexham Bridge</span>, the Author had the Honour to read at -the Head of the Table, at the sumptuous Entertainment given -by Sir <span class="smcap">Walter Blackett</span>, on the Occasion</i>.</p> - -<p class="center">BY JAMES WILSON.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Unsullied mirth attend this feast,</div> -<div class="verse">Let joy shine forth in every guest,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And ev’ry face look gay:</div> -<div class="verse">Let not a cloud depress the scene,</div> -<div class="verse">But all look chearful and serene,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">’Tis our rejoicing day.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, Joy, with all thy smiling train,</div> -<div class="verse">Here take thy rest, securely reign,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">See Phœbus shines more bright;</div> -<div class="verse">Here will we this great day adorn,</div> -<div class="verse">Till Cynthea with her silver horn,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Illuminates the night.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A bridge o’er Tyne! our joy’s complete,</div> -<div class="verse">With rapture we its author greet,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Our breasts exult and sing;</div> -<div class="verse">This bliss consummates all our care.</div> -<div class="verse">Now Hexham and Elysium are,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">But two words for one thing.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A SONG,</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Composed by MR JAMES WILSON, of Cawsey Park, on Mr -Coughron<a name="FNanchor_57" id="FNanchor_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> and Family, leaving Hebron Hill</i>.</p> - -<p class="center">(Dated 4th May, 1784.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To fertile soil, and fragrant air,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Be it, great God, thy will</div> -<div class="verse">To guard, with thy parental care,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My friends of Hebron Hill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In some luxuriant calm retreat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where nature may instil</div> -<div class="verse">Her choicest charms—there make a seat</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For those of Hebron Hill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bestow, by thy all-bounteous hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The richest turf to till;</div> -<div class="verse">And crops increase at thy command,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To those of Hebron Hill.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May providence protect them, there,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And virtue’s vest their will:</div> -<div class="verse">And copious comforts ever share,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With those of Hebron Hill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With friendly neighbours let them live,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Renown’d for wit and skill;</div> -<div class="verse">And grace, and glory, amply give,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Those now on Hebron Hill.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My heart expands by lib’ral love,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Twill with fruition fill,</div> -<div class="verse">If pristine powers propitious prove,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To all at Hebron Hill.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_57" id="Footnote_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> Brother of George Coughron, the celebrated mathematician, who -died at Newcastle, 7th January, 1774, Aged 21.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>HOBBY ELLIOTT.</h2> - -<p>This song is said to have been written by a Mr James Robson, Stone -Mason, at Thropton, near Rothbury, who was leader of the band -in the Pretender’s Army, in 1715: he wrote a Satyr on Women, and -several other pieces, while confined prisoner at Preston, in Lancashire.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O bonny Hobby Elliott,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O canny Hobby still,</div> -<div class="verse">O bonny Hobby Elliott,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who lives at Harlow-hill:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Had Hobby acted right,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As he has seldom done,</div> -<div class="verse">He would have kiss’d his wife,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And let his maid alone.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE RISING OF THE CLANS IN 1715.</h2> - -<p>Though this may be considered a Scotch song, yet mentioning -several Northumberland families, warrants its insertion here. Several -notes and particulars illustrating it may be found in the History of -the Rebellion in the year 1715, by Robert Patten, Priest of Allendale, -who, though one of the Rebels, saved his life by being evidence against -his associates, and writing, what he called, An Impartial Account of -the Rebellion.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Little wat ye wha’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Little wat ye wha’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Little wat ye wha’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Long Tommy Lee’s a coming.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Duncan’s coming, Donald’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Colin’s coming, Ronald’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Dougal’s coming, Lauchlan’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Alaster and a’s coming.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Little wat ye wha’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Jock and Tam and a’s coming.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Borland and his men’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">The Camerons and McLeans’ coming,</div> -<div class="verse">The Gordons and McGregors’ coming,</div> -<div class="verse">A’ the Dunywastles’ coming,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Little wat ye wha’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">McGilvrey of Drumglass is coming.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wigton’s coming, Nithsdale’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Carnwath’s coming, Kenmure’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Derwentwater and Foster’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">Widdrington and Nairn’s coming.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Little wat ye wha’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Blyth Cowhill and a’s coming.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Laird of McIntosh is coming,</div> -<div class="verse">McCarbie and McDonald’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse">The McKenzies and McPhersons’ coming.</div> -<div class="verse">A’ the wild McCraws’ coming.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Little wat ye wha’s coming,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Donald Gun and a’s coming.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They gloom, they glowr, they look sae big,</div> -<div class="verse">At ilka stroke they’ll fell a Whig;</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll fright the fuds of the Pockpuds,</div> -<div class="verse">For mony a buttock bare’s coming.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Little wat ye wha’s coming.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>ON THE FIRST REBELLION.—1715.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mackintosh was a soldier brave,</div> -<div class="verse">And of his friends he took his leave,</div> -<div class="verse">Towards Northumberland he drew,</div> -<div class="verse">Marching along with a jovial crew.<a name="FNanchor_58" id="FNanchor_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lord Derwentwater he did say,</div> -<div class="verse">Five hundred guineas he would lay,</div> -<div class="verse">To fight the militia, if they would stay,</div> -<div class="verse">But they prov’d cowards and ran away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The earl of Mar did vow and swear,</div> -<div class="verse">That if e’er proud Preston he did come near,</div> -<div class="verse">Before the right should starve and the wrong stand,</div> -<div class="verse">He’d blow them into some foreign land.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lord Derwentwater he did say,</div> -<div class="verse">When he mounted on his dapple grey,</div> -<div class="verse">I wish that we were at home with speed,</div> -<div class="verse">For I fear we are all betray’d indeed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Adzounds, said Forster,<a name="FNanchor_59" id="FNanchor_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> never fear,</div> -<div class="verse">For the Brunswick army is not near;</div> -<div class="verse">If they should come, our valour we’ll show,</div> -<div class="verse">We will give them the total overthrow.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lord Derwentwater then he found,</div> -<div class="verse">That Forster drew his left wing round;</div> -<div class="verse">I wish I was with my dear wife,</div> -<div class="verse">For now I do fear I shall lose my life.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mackintosh he shook his head,</div> -<div class="verse">To see the soldiers there lie dead:</div> -<div class="verse">It is not so much for the loss of those,</div> -<div class="verse">But I fear we are all took by our foes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mackintosh was a valiant soldier,</div> -<div class="verse">He carried his musket on his shoulder:</div> -<div class="verse">Cock your pistols, draw your rapier,</div> -<div class="verse">And damn you, Forster, you are a traitor.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lord Derwentwater to Forster did say,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou hast prov’d our ruin this very day;</div> -<div class="verse">Thou hast promised to stand our friend,</div> -<div class="verse">But thou hast proved a rogue in the end.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lord Derwentwater to Litchfield did ride,</div> -<div class="verse">In his coach, and attendance by his side;</div> -<div class="verse">He swore if he dy’d by the point of a sword,</div> -<div class="verse">He’d drink a health to the man he lov’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou Forster has brought us from our own home,</div> -<div class="verse">Leaving our estates for others to come;</div> -<div class="verse">Thou treacherous rogue, thou hast betray’d:</div> -<div class="verse">We are all ruin’d, lord Derwentwater said.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lord Derwentwater he was condemn’d,</div> -<div class="verse">And near unto his latter end,</div> -<div class="verse">And then his lady she did cry,</div> -<div class="verse">My dear Derwentwater he must die.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lord Derwentwater he is dead,<a name="FNanchor_60" id="FNanchor_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And from his body they took his head;</div> -<div class="verse">But Mackintosh and some others are fled,</div> -<div class="verse">Who’d set the hat on another man’s head.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_58" id="Footnote_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> Mackintosh’s Battalion consisted of thirteen companies of fifty -men each.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_59" id="Footnote_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> Thomas Forster, jun. of Etherston, near Belford, in Northumberland, -member of Parliament of the said county, was made general of the -Pretender’s Army; he was taken prisoner at Preston, but afterwards -escaped out of Newgate, 1716.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_60" id="Footnote_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> James Radclyffe, Earl of Derwentwater, was beheaded on Tower -Hill, 24th February, 1715-16.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p> - -<h2><i>A <span class="smcap">Fragment</span> of a Song, on the <span class="smcap">Lord</span> of -<span class="smcap">Derwentwater</span></i>.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The king has written a broad letter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And seal’d it up with gold;</div> -<div class="verse">And sent it to the lord of Derwentwater,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To read it if he would.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He sent it with no boy, no boy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor yet with e’er a slave;</div> -<div class="verse">But he sent it with as good a knight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As e’er a king could have.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When he read the three first lines,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He then began to smile;</div> -<div class="verse">And when he read the three next lines,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The tears began to sile.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>VERSES<br /> -<i>On a perspective View of Dilston Hall, the Seat of the -unfortunate James, Earl of Derwentwater.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How mournful feeble Nature’s tone,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When Dilston Hall appears:</div> -<div class="verse">Where none’s to wait the orphan’s moan,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor dry the widow’s tears!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The helpless aged poor survey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">This building as it stands;</div> -<div class="verse">In moving anguish heard to say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(And weeping wring their hands)</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The bounteous earl, he is no more,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who once adorn’d this plain;</div> -<div class="verse">Reliev’d the needy at his door,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And freely did sustain.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here flowing plenty once did reign,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which gladden’d ev’ry face;</div> -<div class="verse">But now, alas! reversed scene,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For owls a dwelling place.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The tim’rous deer hath left the lawn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The oak a victim falls;</div> -<div class="verse">The gentle trav’ler sighs when shewn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">These desolated walls.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Each gen’rous mind emotion feels,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With pious pity mov’d;</div> -<div class="verse">No breast its anguish yet conceals,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For one so well belov’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let no unhallow’d tongue, or servile slave,</div> -<div class="verse">Their partial clamour vent beyond the grave;</div> -<div class="verse">But let the noble Dead his honours wear;</div> -<div class="verse">His fault deplore, his virtue still revere:</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ err he did, he finish’d the debate,</div> -<div class="verse">With his own blood, and Radclyffe’s fair estate.</div> -<div class="verse">The aged farmer, tott’ring o’er the green,</div> -<div class="verse">Leans on his staff, recounts the days he’s seen:</div> -<div class="verse">Informs the list’ning youth by his record,</div> -<div class="verse">How bless’d his roof, how plenteous was his board;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor rack’d by Derwent’s hospitable lord.</div> -<div class="verse">He stops his tale, involv’d in grief profound;</div> -<div class="verse">He sighs, he weeps, and feebly strikes the ground;</div> -<div class="verse">Cries, why rehearse these golden days of yore,</div> -<div class="verse">Since they to me, to me can be no more!</div> -<div class="verse">The clement heart, and curious, often calls</div> -<div class="verse">To view the naked park, and stripped walls:</div> -<div class="verse">E’en the damp walls their stony tears impart,</div> -<div class="verse">As if their master’s wound had pierc’d their heart.</div> -<div class="verse">Ye pensive mutes, ’tentive on Dilston wait,</div> -<div class="verse">And mourn, eternal Radclyffe’s tragic fate!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span></p> - -<h2>HEXHAM WOOD.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In former times where Hexham town doth stand,</div> -<div class="verse">A wood there was which cover’d miles of land;</div> -<div class="verse">Even all the trees that on the common stood,</div> -<div class="verse">Were merely twigs compar’d to this great wood.</div> -<div class="verse">In all directions on each side of Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse">More boundless than the noted Apennine;</div> -<div class="verse">And by some modern authors ’tis agreed,</div> -<div class="verse">Some branches of this wood are planted near to Tweed.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These northern parts confess’d it’s balmy shade,</div> -<div class="verse">An asylum to those reduced in trade:</div> -<div class="verse">Resource they found—the charter was so good,</div> -<div class="verse">They were secure if shelter’d by this wood.</div> -<div class="verse">In Sherwood Forest many a prank was play’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Which thro’ tradition is to us display’d:</div> -<div class="verse">Though Hexham could ne’er boast a Robin Hood,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet little John did much frequent this wood.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A motley race—the libertine and harlot,</div> -<div class="verse">Supplied the place of Stutely and Will Scarlet.</div> -<div class="verse">Within the covert of this wood did rove,</div> -<div class="verse">The town bred bucks, with sly intrigues of love:</div> -<div class="verse">The yielding females felt an equal flame,</div> -<div class="verse">To taste love’s joys when near this wood they came;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor justice fac’d, nor e’er a penance stood,</div> -<div class="verse">The offspring still was call’d by name of wood.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A wood so much renown’d, you may be sure</div> -<div class="verse">The Bank of England was’nt thought more secure.</div> -<div class="verse">The miser here, his interest found so good,</div> -<div class="verse">He quite forgot that wood was only wood!</div> -<div class="verse">How fleeting are the joys of all this world,</div> -<div class="verse">How soon our hopes are all to Chaos hurl’d:</div> -<div class="verse">A storm near equal unto Noah’s flood,</div> -<div class="verse">Relentless came, and swept away this wood.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Even not one solid trunk there did remain,</div> -<div class="verse">All batter’d remnants scatter’d o’er the plain:</div> -<div class="verse">The nymphs lamenting for their dear resort,</div> -<div class="verse">This wood is gone, alas! our chief support;</div> -<div class="verse">All was confusion both to high and low,</div> -<div class="verse">At this most sad and unexpected blow.</div> -<div class="verse">Ye empty fops, now take the hint for good,</div> -<div class="verse">No more your offspring can be laid to wood.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>Hexham, 28th February, 1803.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE LOYAL HEXHAM VOLUNTEERS.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>A NEW SONG.</i></p> - -<p class="center">WRITTEN BY JASPER POTTS.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle,</div> -<div class="verse">Ere French insidious policy our future hopes beguile;</div> -<div class="verse">Regardless of their former league, bent on despotic sway,</div> -<div class="verse">Each British subject’s property they think to make their prey.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">But may each loyal Briton</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Now offer hand and heart,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">To frustrate their intention,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And humble Bonaparte.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our island still was loyal when dangers were at hand,</div> -<div class="verse">Uniting in one common cause to guard our native land:</div> -<div class="verse">Amongst the rest, the gallant sons of Hexham’s worth record,</div> -<div class="verse">Our sea girt isle, for to protect, and peace to have restor’d.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And may each faithful subject</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Profess the same intent,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Our lives and properties to guard</div> -<div class="verse indent5">In peace and sweet content.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The oath that we have taken, which some seem much to fear,</div> -<div class="verse">Is the duty of each subject as well as volunteer,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ we may have no property to fall a prey to France,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet for our friends and families our service should advance.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Ye loyal lads of Hexham,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Since danger now appears,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Join the arm’d association</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Call’d the Hexham Volunteers.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While Captain Carr commands we will stand firm and true,</div> -<div class="verse">His knowledge as an officer will stand a strict review,</div> -<div class="verse">In spite of party slander, our oath we will maintain,</div> -<div class="verse">Obedient to our officers, and peace for to regain.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And if an opportunity</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Of courage for to shew,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">I hope the Hexham Volunteers</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Will to their oath stand true.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So to conclude these lines I’ve made, I hope you’ll all agree,</div> -<div class="verse">And drink a health to Captain Carr, and all his family,</div> -<div class="verse">And to our other officers, much praise to whom is due,</div> -<div class="verse">And to the Hexham Volunteers, so loyal and so true.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">British courage once again</div> -<div class="verse indent5">To England peace restore,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And plant the olive in a soil</div> -<div class="verse indent5">More lasting than before.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE JOLLY PARSON.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song,</div> -<div class="verse">He drinks a health to him that’s blest with constitution strong:</div> -<div class="verse">He laughs and winks at him that drinks, and he’ll bett five pounds, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll toast his lass, and drink his glass, and tally O the hounds, sir.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And every morn this priest does rise, he does put on his boots, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">For chance the hounds may come this way, to join in the pursuit, sir:</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll risk a fall, o’er hedge or wall, or nearest the hounds, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">And if he can, he leads the van, and tally O the hounds, sir.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Saint Stephen’s day, that holy morn, as he was reading mass sir,</div> -<div class="verse">He heard the music of the hounds, the bugles they came past, sir;</div> -<div class="verse">He shut the book, his flock forsook, and streight threw off his gown, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">He mounts his horse, to join the course, and tally O the hounds, sir.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This parson had a pair to wed, the hounds they came in view sir,</div> -<div class="verse">He threw his surplice o’er his head, and bad the pair adieu, sir:</div> -<div class="verse">They both did pray, that he might stay, for they were not half bound, sir!</div> -<div class="verse">He bid them go to bed that night, he’d tally O the hounds, sir.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What think you of this priest of mine, he’s sure an honest heart, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">His praise is worthy of my song, he has neither pride nor art, sir:</div> -<div class="verse">He ne’er opprest, the poor distrest, none e’er his praise disowns, sir,</div> -<div class="verse">As he thinks’t no crime, at any time, to tally O the hounds, sir.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 120px;"> -<img src="images/footer-deco.jpg" width="120" height="43" alt="(decorative footer)" /> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE COCKLE PARK EWES’ RAMBLE.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune.</i>—John of Badenyon.</p> - -<h3>PART I.</h3> - -<p class="center"><i>Or the First Day’s Ride.—March 4th, 1811.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The first of March, from <span class="smcap">Cockle Park</span>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A flock of sheep did stray,</div> -<div class="verse">Which disappeared in the dark,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And were not miss’d next day;</div> -<div class="verse">North west, by north, in zig-zag route,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To their late home did hie,</div> -<div class="verse">By innate instinct taught no doubt,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their yeaning time drew nigh.<a name="FNanchor_61" id="FNanchor_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They thirty hours a-head had got,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon their tour intent;</div> -<div class="verse">On searching ev’ry local spot,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A second day was spent;</div> -<div class="verse">The third I mounted—by Priest’s Bridge,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Heron’s Close I veer’d;</div> -<div class="verse">To Harelaw Heights, and Ruffhill Ridge,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Stanton Steads I steer’d.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Southwardedge, Doehill, and Rea,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Smallburn, and the Haredean,</div> -<div class="verse">Blackpool, Todburn, and Garretlea,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Horsley Moor I’d been;</div> -<div class="verse">At Westerheugh, and Sunnyside,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The Busygap also,</div> -<div class="verse">Each collier’s cot, and creeks beside,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">High Hezleyhurst, and Low.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On wand’ring westward through Wardshill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I there found the first three;</div> -<div class="verse">And heard the mass amissing still,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had march’d towards the Lee;</div> -<div class="verse">I hir’d the herd, these to retain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Till in pursuit I went,</div> -<div class="verse">To bring the others back again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But quickly lost the scent.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">True, I some stragglers overtook,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Near Leehead, with their lambs;</div> -<div class="verse">And all the rest had cross’d the brook,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But these indulgent dams:</div> -<div class="verse">The fugitives fecundity,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Allow’d of no delay;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet found it would difficult be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">More to collect that day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Myself fatigu’d, and found my nag,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fail of his wonted powers;</div> -<div class="verse">For want of food we both did fag,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By trav’ling twelve long hours.</div> -<div class="verse">So I resolved then to ride</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Home at an easy pace;</div> -<div class="verse">A gross of hand-bills to provide,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hence resume the chase.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span></p> - -<h3>PART II.</h3> - -<p class="center"><i>March 5th, 1811.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Next day to the Thatchmeadows, I</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(The forest skirts to scour)</div> -<div class="verse">Coldrife, and Quarryhouse pass’d by,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Newbiggin’s bleak moor:</div> -<div class="verse">Bullbush, Blueburn, and Blagdon Brakes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I carefully did scan;</div> -<div class="verse">But none on these extensive tracts,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Were seen by any man.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ward’s Intake, Hut, and Shepherd’s Shield,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Coldside, and Moralhurst;</div> -<div class="verse">By Forestburn, and Meadowfield,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Holyhill I cours’d:</div> -<div class="verse">Hence Lordenshaws, and Garlyside,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Crook, Loaning, Stewardshill;</div> -<div class="verse">But disappointments did preside,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O’er expectations still.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By the Sheephurst, to Brockleyhall,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Turnbull’s steed I steer’d;</div> -<div class="verse">And at each peasant’s cot did call,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That in my path appear’d:</div> -<div class="verse">To the Two Raws, and Butterknows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I posted on with speed,</div> -<div class="verse">Where I was told some of my ewes</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Cross’d Coquet at Craghead.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Resolv’d the south side first to seek,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I rang’d that rocky hill,</div> -<div class="verse">’Till I explor’d the ’Squires Peak;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Herd’s House, and Little Mill,</div> -<div class="verse">By Wagtailhall, and Sandyheughs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Rothbury then did ride;</div> -<div class="verse">To feed, refresh, and hear what news;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then search the other side.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hence by Knocklaw, and Tumbleton,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ev’ry scatter’d cot,</div> -<div class="verse">Through Debdon Dale—and I anon</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By Wintercove did trot,</div> -<div class="verse">To Rimside Inn, to bait and bouse;—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From Framlington, Blacksow,</div> -<div class="verse">To Flambrohead, and Wholluphouse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But could not find a ewe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From Frostyfolds, to Whitefield House,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Chilhope, and Cragend Scars,</div> -<div class="verse">Where they and lambs might lurk recluse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unless rous’d unawares;—</div> -<div class="verse">By Healy, Hope, Lynn, and Woodhead,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Healycoat I trudg’d,</div> -<div class="verse">To Cockshot, Brinkburn, and Todstead,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where for that night I lodg’d.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<h3>PART III.</h3> - -<p class="center"><i>March 6th, 1811.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Good fortune still attends the brave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As at an early hour,</div> -<div class="verse">Intelligence a stranger gave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where to extend my tour:</div> -<div class="verse">I sprung my gelding to full speed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Till I explor’d the spot,</div> -<div class="verse">And found by dint of heels my steed</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the rear rank had got.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">First three I found on Thropton Hill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There basking with their brood;</div> -<div class="verse">The rest were seen from Snitter Mill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Past Cartington to crowd:</div> -<div class="verse">From Silverside, by Lorbottle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Trewhit Mains I march’d,</div> -<div class="verse">By Netherton, through Screnwood Dell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Fawdon Fell I search’d.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Prendick Peak, and Alnham Moor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all adjacent grounds;</div> -<div class="verse">O’er Ingram Edge, I stretch’d my tour,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To seek that spacious bounds:</div> -<div class="verse">From Revely, Greenshaws, Hartside Hill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Linhope Spout with speed;</div> -<div class="verse">On Shillmoor Shank found strayers still,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To Rawhope Rig recede.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Milkhope, Memmer Kirk, and Haigh,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Cushet Law I por’d;</div> -<div class="verse">To Carlcroft, and Kidlandlea,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dryhope, and Usway Ford:</div> -<div class="verse">The Maiden’s Cross, and Windy Gyle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Cheviot’s skirts curv’d round;</div> -<div class="verse">To Fleehope—but the front-rank file</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At Langlee Ford I found.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Benighted, where these brutes did browse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon the border bent;</div> -<div class="verse">I could not retrogade my ewes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Some couchant seem’d content:</div> -<div class="verse">At the stock-farmer of that place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For lodgings did enquire,</div> -<div class="verse">And there receiv’d a sweet solace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Next morning to retire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I ask’d both master and his men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For one a-wanting still;</div> -<div class="verse">Who all declar’d they did not ken.</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of stray sheep on their hill:</div> -<div class="verse">Squads to collect I did remount,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O’er hills and dales I cross’d;</div> -<div class="verse">And that one short of my account,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I then gave up for lost.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_61" id="Footnote_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> It is nothing particular for ewes, at their yeaning time, to stray: -some have been known to travel an hundred miles to their native place -to yean. The author remembers a ewe which had with others been -sold to the southward, and was kept on the Haughs of the Humber, -from which she strayed, and reaching Makendon, on the borders of -Scotland, she travelling about twenty yards within her original pasture, -there squatted and yeaned in half an hour. The owner of the ewe -that travelled so far to yean upon her pristine spot, went the year -following to buy another lot of the same sort, was asked how the last -year’s stock proved, answered, <i>extraordinary well</i>, excepting one that -disappeared, which he supposed to be stole. The stocksman said he -was sorry for his loss, which however, he said, he would make good -if they bargained for the present parcel. The bargain was made, and -the seller turned an ewe and lamb, gratis, into the drove, explained the -fact, and the poor ewe had to retread the ground she had twice before -travelled over.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span></p> - -<h2>SONG.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By J.C.—July 5th, 1810.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A fair reformation would render this nation,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The richest isle under the sun;</div> -<div class="verse">If terms now septennial were turn’d to triennial,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The work would be more than half done.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our grand constitution defies diminution,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While honest men handle the helm;</div> -<div class="verse">But subject to slav’ry, and sanction’d by knav’ry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When ravagers rule in the realm.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A few dying embers of Morpeth, two members</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can send in the senate to sit:</div> -<div class="verse">Shields, Alnwick, and Hexham (the truth tends to vex ’em)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">United, not one can transmit.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One man of old Sarum, two members declare him;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus burghs, and constituents wane:</div> -<div class="verse">Some staple towns none, though Manchester alone,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Near two hundred thousands contain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Besides rotten boroughs, the source of our sorrows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">These Cinque-Ports, and sinecures all;</div> -<div class="verse">With pensions and places our council disgraces,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which courts of corruption some call.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With truth it is told, some freedoms are sold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And seats traffick’d for at noon day;</div> -<div class="verse">The barter’s so bold, that for British gold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our code without scruples convey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These buyers are bound, seat sellers to mound,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And vote on the ministers’ side;</div> -<div class="verse">If he says the crow’s white, or noon day is midnight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They must by his behests abide.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In ev’ry debate concerning the state,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">These relics of representation,</div> -<div class="verse">Majorities gain, and boldly maintain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their will is the voice of the nation.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE PLOUGHMAN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The ploughman he comes home at night,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When he is wet and weary,</div> -<div class="verse">Puts off the wet, puts on the dry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And goes to bed my deary.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I will wash them clean, O;</div> -<div class="verse">I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And dry them on the green, O.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The ploughman he comes home fu’ late,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When he wi’ wark is weary;</div> -<div class="verse">Dights off his shirt that is se wet;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And supper makes him cheery.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I will wash them white, O;</div> -<div class="verse">I will wash the ploughman’s clothes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And dry them on the dyke, O.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE FLOWER OF ROTHBURY FOREST.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And sweet the flowers its banks adorn;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> -<div class="verse">But sweetest far appears my <i>Rose</i>,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She’s sure the rose without a thorn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Heard you the lilting,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">At our kye milking,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Heard you the lilting yesterday;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heard you the lilting,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">At our kye milking;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The flower of the forest is stolen away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tho’ Meadowfield<a name="FNanchor_62" id="FNanchor_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> may boast its sweets,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And meadow sweets its fields adorn;</div> -<div class="verse">United, all its scents me greets,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Present my <i>Rose</i> without a thorn.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Heard you the lilting, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tho’ Flotterton<a name="FNanchor_63" id="FNanchor_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> may boast its maids,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And on Twelfth Eve all others scorn:</div> -<div class="verse">I envy not their lusty blades,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Present my <i>Rose</i> without a thorn.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Heard you the lilting, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tho’ at kye milking, maidens sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The forest’s flower is awa’;</div> -<div class="verse">I dinna heed, gae tak’ their fling,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For troth she’s stown awa’ wi’ me.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Heard you the lilting, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_62" id="Footnote_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> Meadowfield, name of a place.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_63" id="Footnote_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> Maids’ Feast of Flotterton is on Twelfth Even.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE PIPER AT CAPHEATON.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At Christmas, when the wind blew cauld,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And frost and snaw’s o’er ilka dale,</div> -<div class="verse">Robin of Norham lost his way,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And at Capheaton thus did quail:—</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O whether this is lairdly ha’,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or poor man’s shield, O let me in;</div> -<div class="verse">I’m a poor Piper lost my way,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unsneck your door and let me in.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O pity take, and dinna scorn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Heffell<a name="FNanchor_64" id="FNanchor_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a> and I will die e’er morn;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll screw my pipes and heartsome play,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And with a sang I’ll weel repay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“When cockle shells and silver bells,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And bawds and whores do churches build,</div> -<div class="verse">When younkers cease to rant and drink,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And usurers tell their gold in field.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“When old Sir Humphery<a name="FNanchor_65" id="FNanchor_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a> rides to Rome,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And preaches in his best array:</div> -<div class="verse">When indigo dies red and brown,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your honor shall be paid your hay.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“When Nether Witton is waterless,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Capheaton without a whin;</div> -<div class="verse">Shafto Crag all turn’d to peat and moss,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And cannot bear a foot aboon.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“When old Sir Humphery rides to Rome,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And preaches in his best array:</div> -<div class="verse">When indigo dies red and brown,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Your honor shall be paid your hay.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_64" id="Footnote_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> The Piper’s Horse.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_65" id="Footnote_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> The Roman Catholic Priest.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2><span class="smcap">Mary Gamal</span>, <i>the Vicar of Kirk Whelpington’s Daughter,<br /> -is gone off with Nichol Clark, his Servant Man</i>.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It happen’d at good Christmas tide,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When we play’d at the cards;</div> -<div class="verse">That some of us were gentlemen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And other some were lairds.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While deals were dealt, cards were cut,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And merry we were a’,</div> -<div class="verse">And some were waggish, well I wot,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Till in came Charlie Shaw:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And cried, Ye birds of Whelpington,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fie shame! such simple wark!</div> -<div class="verse">For bonny Mary Gamal’s run</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Away wi’ Nicol Clark.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But had your tongue, gude maister,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And dinna speak sae cruse;</div> -<div class="verse">She came willing thro’ your window,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He did na’ break your house.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Then cry, Ye lairds of Whelpington, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>SONG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">About the bush Willy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">About the bee hive,</div> -<div class="verse">About the bush Willy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll meet thee alive.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then to my ten shillings,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Add you but a groat,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll go to Newcastle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And buy a new coat.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Five and five shillings,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Five and a crown;</div> -<div class="verse">Five and five shillings,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will buy a new gown.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Five and five shillings,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Five and a groat;</div> -<div class="verse">Five and five shillings,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will buy a new coat.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE WATER OF TYNE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I cannot get to my love if I should dee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The water of Tyne runs between him and me;</div> -<div class="verse">And here I must stand with the tear in my e’e,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O where is the boatman, my bonny honey?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O where is the boatman?—bring him to me—</div> -<div class="verse">To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And I will remember the boatman and thee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O bring me a boatman—I’ll give any money,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(And you for your trouble rewarded shall be)</div> -<div class="verse">To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or scull him across that rough river to me!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>ANDREW CARR.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As I went to Newcastle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My journey was not far,</div> -<div class="verse">I met with a sailor lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose name was Andrew Carr.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">And hey for Andrew, Andrew,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Ho for Andrew Carr;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And hey for Andrew, Andrew,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Ho for Andrew Carr.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Good fortune attend my jewel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now he’s sail’d o’er the bar,</div> -<div class="verse">And send him back to me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For I love my Andrew Carr.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And hey for Andrew, Andrew, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></p> - -<h2>SONG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I went to Black Heddon,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there I sat down,</div> -<div class="verse">I call’d for some liquor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which cost half-a-crown.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The liquor being good,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I fill’d myself fu’;</div> -<div class="verse">And could not go home</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To my Eppie so true.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">To my Eppie so true,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">My Eppie so true,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">My Eppie so true,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And could not go home</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To my Eppie so true.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2><i>LINES</i><br /> -ON<br /> -JOHN THOMPSON,</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Who was hanged on Newcastle Town Moor, for Horse Stealing, -about 20 Years ago.</i></p> - -<p class="center">By —— Ogle, Schoolmaster, Gateshead.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">John Thompson just now,</div> -<div class="verse">Will find it is true,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That thieving is worse than the sword;</div> -<div class="verse">In the space of an hour,</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll dance on the Moor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Attach’d to a rope, or a cord.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE PITMAN.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By —— Ogle.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of a pitman we’ll sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Who works for the king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Jovial, good natur’d, and civil;</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll work and he’ll sing,</div> -<div class="verse">And profit he’ll bring,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From caverns that’s near to the devil.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To his labour below,</div> -<div class="verse">With courage he’ll go,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon his pit rope and his crook;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor will he once dwell</div> -<div class="verse">On the visions of hell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor yet <i>fash</i> his thumb with a book.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All his wish is good ale,</div> -<div class="verse">An’ his claes upon sale,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For a tankard he’ll put ev’ry night:</div> -<div class="verse">Let the learned still think,</div> -<div class="verse">That a hearty sound drink,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is a pitman’s most crowned delight.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A SONG</h2> - -<p><i>Written principally by <span class="smcap">Mr George Pickering</span>, and sung by -a Member of the Forest Hunt, Newcastle, at the Conclusion -of the Season, March 29th, 1786; and afterwards at the -Theatre Royal, by Mr Marshall.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place,</div> -<div class="verse">We resign, for a season, the joys of the chase;</div> -<div class="verse">The cry of the hounds and of hunters must cease,</div> -<div class="verse">And puss thro’ the woodlands may ramble in peace;</div> -<div class="verse">In peace let her ramble, regardless and free,</div> -<div class="verse">Till the horn’s cheerful note shall awake us with glee;</div> -<div class="verse">Till October returns, let her frolic and play,</div> -<div class="verse">And then we’ll pursue her with “Hark, hark away.”</div> -<div class="verse indent3">With hark, hark away,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">With hark, hark away,</div> -<div class="verse">And then we’ll pursue her with hark, hark away!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">When ting’d were the hills with the crimson of morn,</div> -<div class="verse">We jocundly rose to the sound of the horn;</div> -<div class="verse">Triumphant its melody swell’d o’er the plain,</div> -<div class="verse">While the heath-cover’d mountains re-echo’d the strain:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Hark, hark! was the mandate, we flew like the wind,</div> -<div class="verse">And care’s haggard visage was distanc’d behind:</div> -<div class="verse">What joys can be equal to those we display,</div> -<div class="verse">When we follow the harriers with hark, hark away!</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With hark, hark away, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like the soldier return’d from a far hostile shore,</div> -<div class="verse">Recounting his toils and his victories o’er,</div> -<div class="verse">Of the battle’s loud din, where his courage so true,</div> -<div class="verse">Obtain’d the green laurel, entwining his brow.</div> -<div class="verse">Of chases now past let our narrative be,</div> -<div class="verse">Till Winter’s pale hand shall dismantle the tree;</div> -<div class="verse">Then, then to the forest exultingly stray,</div> -<div class="verse">And cheer the fleet harriers with hark, hark away.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With hark, hark away, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then fill up your glasses—yet fill as you chuse,</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s a health, brother sportsmen, which none can refuse;</div> -<div class="verse">A health that with pleasure our club shall inspire,</div> -<div class="verse">While hunting delights, or while hounds we admire:—</div> -<div class="verse">See, see, how I fill it—’tis <span class="smcap">Colpitts</span><a name="FNanchor_66" id="FNanchor_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a> I toast,</div> -<div class="verse">Of our Hunt may he long be the pride and the boast,</div> -<div class="verse">And oft may we meet him with joys like to-day,</div> -<div class="verse">And long may he lead us with hark, hark away.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With hark, hark away,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With hark, hark away,</div> -<div class="verse">And long may he lead us with hark, hark away.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_66" id="Footnote_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> <i>George Colpitts</i>, Esq. of Killingworth, the worthy Master of the -Forest Hunt.—He died October 30th, 1793, universally regretted.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;"> -<img src="images/footer-square.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt="(decorative footer)" /> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span></p> - -<h2>LONG FRAMLINGTON FAIR,<br /> -(OR TRYST)</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Established July 15th, 1803.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All lovers of lucre may LAUD the <i>Lord Mayor</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Who was the first founder of <i>Framlington Fair</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">Where mankind now mingle, and merchants too meet,</div> -<div class="verse">And all in full muster that magistrate greet:</div> -<div class="verse">Here stocksmen and tradesmen both traffic and truck,</div> -<div class="verse">And prone speculators pursue their purse-luck;</div> -<div class="verse">Here contractors cash into cattle convert,</div> -<div class="verse">By buying or barter in mayor Millar’s mart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here coaches and chariots and chaises abound,</div> -<div class="verse">With folks of first fashion from fifty miles round;</div> -<div class="verse">Here bucks, bloods, and buffoons, belles, buxoms, and beaux,</div> -<div class="verse">Bedizen’d with drapery, and French furbelows:</div> -<div class="verse">Here young men and maidens in marriage moods meet,</div> -<div class="verse">And crowds of quaint coquets bald bachelors cheat;</div> -<div class="verse">Here parents and prattlers are sprightly and smart,</div> -<div class="verse">And lads league with lasses in mayor Millar’s mart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Horn’d cattle, and horses, mules, asses, and swine,</div> -<div class="verse">And sheep of all kinds kept ’twixt <i>Tweed</i> and the <i>Tyne</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">A skilful collection of choice Cheviot rams,</div> -<div class="verse">And also the best breed of bleak border lambs;</div> -<div class="verse">Hard hogs from the <i>Highlands</i>, some long, and some short,</div> -<div class="verse">And some sightly samples of Leicester sort;</div> -<div class="verse">Some <i>South Downs</i>, some <i>Dishleys</i>, some <i>Dorsets</i>, and <i>Harts</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Some <i>Bedfords</i>, and <i>Bakewells</i>, grace mayor Millar’s marts.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This marvellous mayor did some patterns produce,</div> -<div class="verse">May prove to the public of infinite use;—</div> -<div class="verse">His beasts from the <i>Dearboughts</i><a name="FNanchor_67" id="FNanchor_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a>—cow-kyloes, and queys,</div> -<div class="verse">Did breeders and feeders and butchers surprise;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Nay, set as a cypher the <i>Long Witton stot</i>;<a name="FNanchor_68" id="FNanchor_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And credit confer’d on the <i>Kintire Scot</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Who rear’d upon pastures of poor pithless spart,</div> -<div class="verse">These magnified monsters in mayor Millar’s mart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Their dimensions alive, and their density dead,</div> -<div class="verse">He measur’d and weigh’d with the eyes of his head,</div> -<div class="verse">From the tip of the tongue to the tip of the tail,</div> -<div class="verse">In ells and in inches, exact as a scale,</div> -<div class="verse">The girt of the sirloin, the centre and crop,</div> -<div class="verse">The breadth of the brisket, the bottom and top;</div> -<div class="verse">By practice made perfect, precise, and expert,</div> -<div class="verse">Surpris’d all the people in mayor Millar’s mart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">A caravan crowded, came here from the east,</div> -<div class="verse">With <i>Bengal</i> bred bipeds, and <i>Bot’ney Bay</i> beasts;</div> -<div class="verse">Stage-tumblers, and walkers upon the slack wire,</div> -<div class="verse">And dancing dogs deck’d out in harlequin ’tire;</div> -<div class="verse">Eke, eight <i>British</i> badgers brought back in a box,</div> -<div class="verse">The big and the beautiful <i>Berwickshire</i> ox;</div> -<div class="verse">With all tricks by slight hand of nature and art,</div> -<div class="verse">To add to the eclat of mayor Millar’s mart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Close by the mayor’s mansion, expos’d are in pens,</div> -<div class="verse">A local collection of cocks and of hens;</div> -<div class="verse">Ducks, turkies, and pigeons in sunkets are seen,</div> -<div class="verse">And pack-sacks presented with grey geese and green:</div> -<div class="verse">With well cul’d canaries confin’d close in cages,</div> -<div class="verse">And song birds of all sorts and sizes and ages;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose quavering chorus both cheer and divert</div> -<div class="verse">The cohorts convened at mayor Millar’s mart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Here potters, with panniers of Stafford and Delph,</div> -<div class="verse">And chests of choice china to shine on the shelf;</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s hampers of hardware—plate—polish’d and plain,</div> -<div class="verse">With all tin utensils of varnish and stain:</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s statues of stucco, Dutch trinkets, and toys,</div> -<div class="verse">And bawlers of ballads, of nonsense, and noise!</div> -<div class="verse">Here cadgers of commerce, commodities cart,</div> -<div class="verse">With hucksters and hawkers, to mayor Millar’s mart.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">From <i>Morpeth</i>, <i>Newcastle</i>, and <i>London</i> likewise,</div> -<div class="verse">The puffers of paste here expose <i>penny pies</i>!</div> -<div class="verse">With cheese cakes and custards and other confects,</div> -<div class="verse">Of rare aromatics, and summer selects:</div> -<div class="verse">Scarce kickshaws more costly can be chew’d with chaps,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet somewhat less sav’ry than <i>Silas Swain’s</i><a name="FNanchor_69" id="FNanchor_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a> snaps,</div> -<div class="verse">Which powerful perfumes to the palates impart,</div> -<div class="verse">Of alamode essence in mayor Millar’s mart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Hotels for highflyers, and Inns little worse,</div> -<div class="verse">With good entertainment for man and for horse;</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s baskets of butter, beef, bacon, bread, beer,</div> -<div class="verse">With fleshers, fishmongers, and other choice cheer,</div> -<div class="verse">To buoy up the belly, and burnish the back;</div> -<div class="verse">Who have ready rhino need nothing to lack;—</div> -<div class="verse">Fairs formerly fam’d now begin to loss heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Since all Adam’s offspring prefer Millar’s mart.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center">Coquetarious.</p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_67" id="Footnote_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> The name of a neighbouring farm.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_68" id="Footnote_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> The fattest kyloe stot ever killed in the county.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_69" id="Footnote_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> A Confectioner in that town, a man of considerable humour and fun.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>GO ALL TO COQUET AND WOO.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Northumberland lads are handsome squads,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And female affiance must share;</div> -<div class="verse">If you wish to wed, betroth to bed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One cull’d with caution and care.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I here make free—give ear to me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The county I’ve scan’d around;</div> -<div class="verse">So from the mass select a lass,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where virtue and beauties abound.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lasses of TWEED are deft indeed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their garlands give such grace:</div> -<div class="verse">The lasses of TILL are sprightly still,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In figure, in fashion, and face.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lasses of BREMISH look rather squeamish,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Embellish’d with elegant ease;</div> -<div class="verse">The lasses of ALE, for plumage prevail,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their pomp and appendages please.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lasses of ALWIN obey fashion’s call, when</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A princess prescribes a new dress;</div> -<div class="verse">The lasses of REED, each hair-braids her head,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And apes alamode to excess.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lasses of WENSBECK, like dignify’d dames deck,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And their address quite debonair;</div> -<div class="verse">The lasses of FOUNT, though pronounc’d paramount,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can scarce with these comits compare.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lasses of PONT, to decorate don’t</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Soar yet in the sphere of extremes;</div> -<div class="verse">The lasses of ERRING, on fashions conferring,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The decent most dext’rous deem.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The lasses of TYNE, who peerlessly shine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are mirrors of modesty too:</div> -<div class="verse">The lasses of COQUET put all in their pocket,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Go all to Coquet and woo!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So take my advice, tour there in a trice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">These provident paragons view;</div> -<div class="verse">So splendid and pretty, so worthy, and witty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You’ll never have reason to rue.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE FRACTIOUS FARMER.<br /> -<i>A SONG.</i>—1792.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions,</div> -<div class="verse">Both testy and stubborn in all his transactions;</div> -<div class="verse">With fraud and with falsehoods to litigate labours,</div> -<div class="verse">A plague to the public, and pest to his neighbours.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His <span class="smcapuc">BULL</span>, this base brigand kept bound by the nose,</div> -<div class="verse">In a creek, on the confines of Coquet, that those</div> -<div class="verse">Cows which came across (thus decoy’d) to his corn,</div> -<div class="verse">The coin of their owners by craft to suborn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He marry’d a maid with much money, as stated,</div> -<div class="verse">Both handsome, and harmless, yet heartily hated;</div> -<div class="verse">Hence hootings, and hissings, and banters beset her,</div> -<div class="verse">Because he his handmaid had long lov’d far better.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One sunday at dinner he saw of a sudden,</div> -<div class="verse">A human head hair peeping out of the pudding:</div> -<div class="verse">Though his minx mix’d the mass, made his spouse pluck it out,</div> -<div class="verse">And likewise submit to a buffetting bout.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One time when he wanted his fingers to warm,</div> -<div class="verse">She fronted the fire, and thought of no harm;</div> -<div class="verse">Her seat he upset, and she fell on the floor,</div> -<div class="verse">Depriv’d of her senses for more than an hour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As he and his harlot one time sat at tea,</div> -<div class="verse">To taste a bit toast, his own matron made free;</div> -<div class="verse">For which misdemeanor his concubine cog’d her,</div> -<div class="verse">And for the offence he unfeelingly flog’d her.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One afternoon, ent’ring the parlour, he saw,</div> -<div class="verse">Expos’d on the carpet, prostrate, a piece straw;</div> -<div class="verse">His spouse he suspected for the foul offence,</div> -<div class="verse">And snatching the poker, depriv’d her of sense.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His children he taught with a dutiful grace,</div> -<div class="verse">To piss upon <i>Mammy</i>, and spit on her face;</div> -<div class="verse">And laugh when he lash’d her, ’till sickly and sore,</div> -<div class="verse">And in storms and in tempests turn’d her to the door.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With hunger and hardships, by bruises and blows,</div> -<div class="verse">His help-mate is render’d so lank and so low;</div> -<div class="verse">She seems to surrender the lease of her life,</div> -<div class="verse">And wind up the warfare of a wailing wife.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span></p> - -<h2>SATYR UPON WOMEN.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By Mr James Robson.</i></p> - -<p>This song is imperfectly compiled from part of a “Satyr upon -Women,” wrote in Preston prison, in 1715 by Mr James Robson, -a freeholder in Thropton, near Rothbury, Northumberland, at that -time a musician in the rebel army. He sung the Satyr aloud, at an iron barred window looking into a garden, where a lady and her maid -were walking: after the song was finished, the former says, “That -young man seems very severe upon our sex; but perhaps he is singing -more from oppression than pleasure; go give him that half crown -piece,” which the girl gave him through the grating, at a period when -he was at the point of starving.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All men of high and low degree,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come listen to my song;</div> -<div class="verse">The subject suits both you and me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With attestations strong:</div> -<div class="verse">Therefore I hope you’ll not be nice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Attention true to pay,</div> -<div class="verse">And hence adhere to my advice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lest you be led astray.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Should you to marry be inclin’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I charge you to beware;</div> -<div class="verse">And caution you to change your mind,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus to escape that snare;</div> -<div class="verse">Be not decoy’d by age nor youth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whose aims are artful all;</div> -<div class="verse">But take my word as standard truth,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You here may stand or fall.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If you should wed one with a dower,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Obedience you must pay;</div> -<div class="verse">Or if you marry one who’s poor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In rags you must array:</div> -<div class="verse">If you a blooming beauty wed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A cuckold you must be;</div> -<div class="verse">And if a brunet blight your bed,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">You’ll blush when belles you see.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Should you select a learned lass,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Impertinence must pall;</div> -<div class="verse">Or cull one from a vulgar class,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She balderdash will bawl:</div> -<div class="verse">If you adopt a daft town’s dame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her behests will be bold:</div> -<div class="verse">Or coax one of inferior fame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She’ll curse, carouse, and scold.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shun lofty looks, and language loud,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">No stripes such tongues can tame;</div> -<div class="verse">Fly wanton wenches mirthful mood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which counsel can’t reclaim:</div> -<div class="verse">A wife of stature tall will dare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To drag a giant down;</div> -<div class="verse">And little women wicked are,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One crop’d strong Samson’s crown.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Reflect that Adam’s innocence,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was to Eve’s blunder blind;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose crafty crime caus’d to commence,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A curse upon mankind;</div> -<div class="verse">So you cannot too cautious be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of wormwood mix’d with gall;</div> -<div class="verse">Then friends pray be advis’d by me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To wed with <i>none at all</i>!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>TWEED SIDE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On travelling down Tweed side,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I heard an uncouth chit chat;</div> -<div class="verse">An old wife thus her neighbour did chide,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">May curses confound your cat!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His plunder I’ll tell you pit pat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our hut he inhabits at ease;</div> -<div class="verse">He broke into our buffet,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And munch’d up our ewe-milk cheese.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He lifts up our larder latch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he skims all the cream off the milk;</div> -<div class="verse">The callans he’ll bite and he’ll scratch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the brats of their boiley will bilk.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No farley to find him so fat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Beef, bacon, and butter, he eats;</div> -<div class="verse">And ne’er hunts for a mouse nor a rat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But sups upon savory meats.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He has lunch’d up two large lamb legs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of our bannocks he’s not left a bit;</div> -<div class="verse">And has scar’d the old hen off her eggs,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And she’s drown’d in the kirn-milk kit.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He mucks in our mickle meal-chest,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He spews in the cistern of salt;</div> -<div class="verse">In our kale-pot and cogies he’s piss’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he mutes too among the malt.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He has drove a scate fish off the bink,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which drop’d in the brimstone kan,</div> -<div class="verse">And rais’d such a stove and stink</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As chok’d our old good man.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Was it no more damage than that,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The brute must be greatly to blame;</div> -<div class="verse">If you take not care of your tom-cat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He may rely on a lame!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A SONG,<br /> -<i>Pasted upon the Walls, and scattered about the Town -of Rothbury, several Years ago.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Young Solomon, tir’d of a bachelor’s life,</div> -<div class="verse">Is resolv’d, by report, on a fat greasy wife,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Though merit might gain him a good natured girl,</div> -<div class="verse">Would forfeit his prospect for brazen Miss E——</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If he wish to be wedded to folly and dirt,</div> -<div class="verse">To a lie-loving hussy, and impudent flirt,</div> -<div class="verse">Let him take what the captains of Alemouth have left,</div> -<div class="verse">And of comfort I warrant he will be bereft.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If a creature he takes who in muslin would shine,</div> -<div class="verse">Poor Solomon must on a red-herring dine;</div> -<div class="verse">To buy her fine clothes, and rich tippets of scarlet,</div> -<div class="verse">And dress the poor beggar in garbs of a harlot.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If willing with good cheerful neighbours to spend,</div> -<div class="verse">Or a convivial hour with some gay social friend;</div> -<div class="verse">To Bo——m’s would go, and therein not to be check’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Let him shun the hard fate of a husband hen-peck’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If he wish not to labour with want and disgrace,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor to answer demands which will fly in his face,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor would open his purse for the debts of another,</div> -<div class="verse">Let him think in due time of the case of Poll’s brother.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If children he’d have, with free use of their frame,</div> -<div class="verse">Let him not take a part’ner stiff-jointed and lame;</div> -<div class="verse">But let him look out for some wholesome clean girl,</div> -<div class="verse">And escape from the clutches of shameful Poll E——.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>The following ANSWER was handed about at Berwick -upon Tweed and the neighbouring Villages.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To pirates who plunder the fame</div> -<div class="verse">Of females, by lewdness and teasing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Too naughty and nauseous to name.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A rector, more rude than the rabble,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Compos’d an incendiary song,</div> -<div class="verse">More base than a Billingsgate bauble,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And like his stale strumpet stinks strong.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That seat on a summit for cent’ries</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Assigned to sages and saints,</div> -<div class="verse">Was kept by those scripture comment’ries</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From tete-a-tete, tarnish, and taints.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But time tells a tragical story,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of truths well attested by some;</div> -<div class="verse">The term has turn’d out transitory,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That bulwarks a brothel become.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The mansion (I need not to mention)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Affords an affectionate feast,</div> -<div class="verse">To vassals of vicious invention,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A pander, two punks, and a priest.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their pastimes and sports are pollution,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Each minx is unmarry’d—each man</div> -<div class="verse">Prefers to his spouse prostitution</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon a ’postolical plan.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By priestcraft the pulpit’s perverted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The parson’s deprav’d and impure;</div> -<div class="verse">With projects profane preconcerted,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A leacherous lout to allure.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Each cuddles his coney or rabbit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And pleasantly purr with puss-cats;</div> -<div class="verse">Hence with husky harlots cohabit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And handle a herdling’s old hats.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When pregnant, the spinster’s exported</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Till she spawn her spurious sprouts,</div> -<div class="verse">Hence home with due caution escorted</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To free the fecundine from flouts.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At Alnwick, this pious imposter</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Betty have boarded their brats;</div> -<div class="verse">Where they keep a female to foster</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their moppets, and Matthew’s pit-rats.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The quorum confer’d a commission</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Upon this canonical quack,</div> -<div class="verse">Expecting the learned logician</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Contentions would quell garb’d in black.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This pastor unprick’d with compunction,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His church with unchastity chimes,</div> -<div class="verse">And forfeits the fame of his function,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By columns of scandal and crimes.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here follows a fatal relation,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By curses and conduct unkind,</div> -<div class="verse">(A fact prov’d by clear demonstration)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The brute broke the heart of his hind.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">This curate (kept quite unconnected</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With chums who in crowds coalesce)</div> -<div class="verse">Was by the whole parish respected,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For piety, prudence, and peace.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’m sanction’d to say in the sequel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His worship, by keeping a wench,</div> -<div class="verse">Incurs the contempt of each equal,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His betters, the bar, and the bench.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Traduce not the strains of a student,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Untaught in a technical style;</div> -<div class="verse">Nor pronounce a pupil imprudent,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For truths told on varlets so vile!!!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p> - -<h2>SONG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There was five wives at Acomb,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And five wives at Wa’,</div> -<div class="verse">And five wives at Fallowfield,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That’s fifteen o’ them a’.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">They’ve druken ale and brandy,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Till they are all fu’;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And I cannot get home to</div> -<div class="verse indent3">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And I cannot get home to</div> -<div class="verse indent3">My Eppie I trow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Tyne water’s se deep, that</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I cannot wade through;</div> -<div class="verse">And I’ve no horse to ride to</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And I’ve no horse to ride to</div> -<div class="verse indent3">My Eppie I trow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In Tyne I hev not a boat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor yet cou’d I row,</div> -<div class="verse">Across the deep water to</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">My Eppie I trow,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And I’ve no horse to ride to</div> -<div class="verse indent3">My Eppie I trow.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span></p> - -<h2>LITTLE BILLY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now little Billy is gone to the kirk,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And so merrily he doth sing:</div> -<div class="verse">I catch’d the parson in bed with my mother,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But I woud’nt tell it for any thing.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou art a liar, says Mess John,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I never did thy mother no harm:</div> -<div class="verse">I never was in her house in my life,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But once or twice for a penorth of barm.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou art a liar, said little Billy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As sure as thou’rt on thy knees at prayer:</div> -<div class="verse">Did’nt I catch thee in bed with my mother,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And did’nt I tumble thee down the stairs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou art a liar, says Mess John,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou shalt be whipp’d with a rod of birk;</div> -<div class="verse">And shalt be set in the stocks to morn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For telling such lies o’ the kirk.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>SAIR FAIL’D HINNY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I was young and lusty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I was fair and clear;</div> -<div class="verse">I was young and lusty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Many a long year.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Sair fail’d hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sair fail’d now;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Sair fail’d hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sin’ I kend thou.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When I was young and lusty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I could loup a dyke;</div> -<div class="verse">But now at five and sixty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Cannot do the like.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent3">Sair fail’d hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sair fail’d now,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Sair fail’d hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sin’ I kend thou.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then said the awd man</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the oak tree;</div> -<div class="verse">Sair fail’d is ’e,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sin’ I kend thee.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Sair fail’d hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sair fail’d now;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Sair fail’d hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Sin’ I kend thou.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE HARE SKIN.</h2> - -<p class="center">BY GEORGE KNIGHT, SHOEMAKER.</p> - -<p class="center">Tune.—<i>Have you heard of a frolicsome ditty.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, gentlemen, attend to my ditty,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All you that delight in a gun;</div> -<div class="verse">And, if you’ll be silent a minute,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll tell you a rare piece of fun.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">It was on the tenth of November,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or else upon Martinmas-day,</div> -<div class="verse">A gentleman,<a name="FNanchor_70" id="FNanchor_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a> who lov’d pastime,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Got a hare-skin well stuff’d with hay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then into the field he convey’d her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And set her against a hedge-side;</div> -<div class="verse">Our gunners were rambling the fields thro’,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So that pussy was quickly espy’d.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mr Tindal, the first that espy’d her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Said that he lov’d a roast hare,</div> -<div class="verse">And that he would have her <i>tit</i> supper,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For he for the law did not care.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The better his purpose to answer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He charged his gun well with slugs,</div> -<div class="verse">And firing right manfully at her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He <i>hat</i> her betwixt the two lugs.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But when that he went for to seize her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He found himself cursedly bit;</div> -<div class="verse">And soon flung her down in a passion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And look’d as if he’d been b——t.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The next was Will Dunn, our painter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who wanted a novelty bit;</div> -<div class="verse">And, taking good aim, let fly at her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And kill’d her stone-dead on her seat.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When firing, he swore he had maul’d her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He ne’er miss’d a hare in his life;</div> -<div class="verse">And then in great trouble was he,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To get her safe home to his wife.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The next was John Walker, a tailor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He thinking poor puss for to nap,</div> -<div class="verse">Indeed, he endeavour’d to kill her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But his gun very often did snap.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But then making all things in order,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He at her let furiously drive;</div> -<div class="verse">Our serjeant was to have her <i>tit</i> supper,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To make them all merry belyve.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But I think he was damnable saucy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She ne’er was intended for he;</div> -<div class="verse">He must get something else to his cabbage,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For it and hare flesh ’ll ne’er agree.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The next was Joe Dixon, the barber,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">One morning he rose in great haste,</div> -<div class="verse">And swore he would have hare <i>tit</i> his supper,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And give all his neighbours a taste.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When firing, he swore he had kill’d her;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O then in great trouble was he,</div> -<div class="verse">How that he might safely convey her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For fear any body should see.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The next was John Blythman, esquire;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Indeed he was much to blame,</div> -<div class="verse">To kill a hare with a gun is right cruel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ gentlefolks may think it game.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then Grundy came cursing and swearing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which is the chief end of his talk,</div> -<div class="verse">He shot her, and swore by his maker,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He’d kill’d her as dead as a mawk.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But when that he went for to seize her,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And found it a skin stuff’d with hay,</div> -<div class="verse">He flung her down in a passion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And cursed, and so went away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now I’d have you all take care for the future,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And mind very well what I say;</div> -<div class="verse">Before that you fire, see the hare run,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lest it prove a hare skin stuff’d with hay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But I think they were all finely tricked,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Beside wasting powder and shot:</div> -<div class="verse">Let us have a good drink at the fancy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So, landlady, fill us the pot.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Here’s the gentleman’s health that contriv’d it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For he is a right honest soul;</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll laugh and we’ll merrily sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When we’re over a full flowing bowl.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_70" id="Footnote_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> Mr Peter Confett.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span></p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>LIMBO.</h2> - -<p class="center">By the same Author.</p> - -<p class="center">Tune.—<i>On a time I was great, now little I’m grown.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When my heart was afflicted with sorrow,</div> -<div class="verse">The song it is new, but it’s absolute true;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It’s for nothing that I did buy or borrow:</div> -<div class="verse">But I was sent for to Preston’s one day the last week,</div> -<div class="verse">There I little expected with what I did meet,</div> -<div class="verse">But the country’s all rogues, and the world is a cheat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there they confin’d me in Limbo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Like an innocent lamb to the slaughter I went,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Not knowing what was their intention,</div> -<div class="verse">But when I came there, O how I did stare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When I found out their damned invention.</div> -<div class="verse">There was Preston the bailiff, Joe Craggs was his bum,</div> -<div class="verse">And there they did seize me, as sure as a gun,</div> -<div class="verse">Upstairs then they haul’d me into the back room,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there they confin’d me in Limbo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My belly was empty, though my stomach was full,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For to think there how I was <i>trepanned</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">Preston pull’d out a paper and made a long scrawl,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he forc’d me to set my hand to’t.</div> -<div class="verse">Then I open’d his closet, I got out a pie,</div> -<div class="verse">Then I call’d for liquor, while I was a dry,</div> -<div class="verse">I knew somebody would pay for’t, but what cared I?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wasn’t to starve, though in Limbo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Another poor fellow there happen’d to be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which they had confined in Limbo;</div> -<div class="verse">Brother prisoner, says I, how shall we get free,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For want of this thing called rhino?</div> -<div class="verse">The poor fellow sat like one was half dead,</div> -<div class="verse">Then I gave him claret to dye his nose red;</div> -<div class="verse">But I never knew yet how the reck’ning was paid;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I was resolv’d to live well, though in Limbo.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There was Mr Bum and I, we toss’d it about,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Until we began to grow mellow;</div> -<div class="verse">Three bottles of claret he there did me give,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Indeed he’s a jolly good fellow:</div> -<div class="verse">Full bumpers of claret went round it is true,</div> -<div class="verse">Some drank for vexation till twice they did spew,</div> -<div class="verse">I ne’er in my life saw so merry a crew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As we were when I was in Limbo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There was Ralph Jackson, the tanner, he came in by chance,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And did chatter and talk like a parrot;</div> -<div class="verse">And likewise Will Bulmer was one of our number,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For he had a mind to drink claret.</div> -<div class="verse">Full glasses went round till I could not see,</div> -<div class="verse">O then they were all willing I should go free;</div> -<div class="verse">But the devil may pay them their reckoning for me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For now I have got out of Limbo.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With many a foul step then I stagger’d home,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And it happen’d to be without falling;</div> -<div class="verse">I got on my bed, and nothing I said,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But my wife she began with her bawling;</div> -<div class="verse">She rung me such a peal, though she’d been not well,</div> -<div class="verse">As if she would have rais’d all the devils in hell,</div> -<div class="verse">You might have heard her as far as the sound of Bow Bell;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Then I wish’d that I’d stay’d there in Limbo.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A NEW SONG,<br /> -<i>For the Year 1764</i>.</h2> - -<p class="center">BY MR WILLIAM SUTTON.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old,</div> -<div class="verse">A castle there was of great fame we are told,</div> -<div class="verse">Where the Bishops of Durham were wont to retreat,</div> -<div class="verse">And spend all their summers at that gallant seat.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twas once on a time, that King John being there,</div> -<div class="verse">The chiefs of Newcastle did thither repair;</div> -<div class="verse">Humbly pray’d that his Highness would deign for to grant</div> -<div class="verse">Them a charter, of which they were then in great want.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The King highly pleas’d with the Bishop’s grand treat,</div> -<div class="verse">(Abounding in liquors, and all sorts of meat,)</div> -<div class="verse">Their prayer he comply’d with, the charter did sign,</div> -<div class="verse">Owing then, as ’twas said, to the Bishop’s good wine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Old Noll, in his day, out of pious concern,</div> -<div class="verse">This castle demolish’d<a name="FNanchor_71" id="FNanchor_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a>, sold all but the barn;</div> -<div class="verse">When Nilthorp and Hollis, with two or three more,</div> -<div class="verse">Divided the spoils, as they’d oft done before.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The town still improving, became the delight</div> -<div class="verse">Of strangers, and others, so charming its sight,</div> -<div class="verse">That a bridge cross the river being lately propos’d,</div> -<div class="verse">The cash was subscrib’d, and the bargain soon clos’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The King, Lords, and Commons approving the scheme,</div> -<div class="verse">The bridge was begun, and now’s building between<a name="FNanchor_72" id="FNanchor_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Two counties, when finish’d, no doubt ’twill produce</div> -<div class="verse">Fairs, markets for cattle, and all things for use.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let us drink then a bumper to Stockton’s success,</div> -<div class="verse">May its commerce increasing ne’er meet with distress;</div> -<div class="verse">May the people’s endeavours procure them much wealth,</div> -<div class="verse">And enjoy all their days the great blessing of health.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Derry down, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_71" id="Footnote_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> The castle and demesnes were sold during the government of the -common wealth, 1647, for 6165<i>l.</i> and soon after was dismantled, and -the materials disposed of.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_72" id="Footnote_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> The act of parliament for building a bridge, by subscription, was -got in 1761, was immediately begun, and was finished in April, 1771, -and cost about 8000<i>l.</i></p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span></p> - -<h2>STOCKTON’S COMMENDATION.</h2> - -<p class="center">Tune.—<i>Sir John Fenwick’s the flower amang them.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, brave spirits, that love Canary,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And good company are keeping,</div> -<div class="verse">From our friends let’s never vary,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Let your muse awake from sleeping:</div> -<div class="verse">Bring forth mirth and wise Apollo;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Mark your eyes on a true relation:</div> -<div class="verse">Virgil with his pen shall follow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In ancient Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Upon the stately river Tees,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A goodly castle there was placed,</div> -<div class="verse">Nigh joining to the ocean seas,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whereby our country was much graced;</div> -<div class="verse">Affording rich commodities,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With corn and lead, unto our nation;</div> -<div class="verse">Which makes me sing with chearful voice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of ancient Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In sixteen hundred thirty-five,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And about the month of February,</div> -<div class="verse">Three Stockton-men they did contrive,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To see their friends, and to be merry:</div> -<div class="verse">Part of their names I shall describe,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And place them down in comely fashion;</div> -<div class="verse">There was William, John, and Anthony,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gain’d ancient Stockton commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To famous Richmond first they came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And with their friends awhile remained;</div> -<div class="verse">Middleham there, that town of fame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whereby much credit they obtained:</div> -<div class="verse">Being merry on a day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A challenge came in this same fashion,</div> -<div class="verse">A match at football for to play;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But Stockton got the commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Three Middleham-men appointed were,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And stakes put down on either party;</div> -<div class="verse">Stockton-men cast off all fear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For Bishopric was always hearty.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Then those three Middleham-men did yield,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And for their loss they shew’d vexation;</div> -<div class="verse">There was but one came to the field,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Stockton got the commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With shouts and cries, in chearful voice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The country all about them dwelling,</div> -<div class="verse">They all did say that very day,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That Stockton-men were far excelling.</div> -<div class="verse">When first I did it understand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">It was told to me as true relation;</div> -<div class="verse">Then I took my pen and ink in hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And writ brave Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE NEW WAY OF<br /> -STOCKTON’S COMMENDATION.</h2> - -<p class="center">TO THE OLD TUNE.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>By Benjamin Pye, L.L.D.</i></p> - -<p class="center">ARCHDEACON OF DURHAM.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Upon the stately river Tees,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A noble castle there was placed,</div> -<div class="verse">Nigh joining to the ocean seas,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whereby our country was much graced;</div> -<div class="verse">Affording rich commodities,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of corn and lead unto the nation;</div> -<div class="verse">Which makes me sing in cheerful wise,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of ancient Stockton’s commendation.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But now I’ll tell you news prodigious,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My honest friends, be sure remark it,</div> -<div class="verse">Our ferries are transform’d to bridges,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Cleveland trips to Stockton market.</div> -<div class="verse">Our causeways rough, and mirey roads,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall sink into a navigation,</div> -<div class="verse">And Johnny Carr shall sing fine odes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In modern Stockton’s commendation.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O what a scene for joy and laughter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To see, as light as cork or feather,</div> -<div class="verse">Our pond’rous lead, and bulky rafter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sail down the smooth canal together!</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst coal and lime and cheese and butter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Shall grace our famous navigation;</div> -<div class="verse">And we will make a wond’rous clutter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In modern Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our fairs I next will celebrate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With scores of graziers, hinds and jockeys;</div> -<div class="verse">And bumpkins yok’d with Nell and Kate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who stare like any pig that stuck is:</div> -<div class="verse">Fat horned beasts now line our streets,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which Aldermen were wont to pace on;</div> -<div class="verse">And oxen low, and lambkins bleat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all for Stockton’s commendation<a name="FNanchor_73" id="FNanchor_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a>.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our races too deserve a tune,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The northern sportsmen all prefer ’em,</div> -<div class="verse">For <i>Dainty Davy</i> here did run</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Much better then at York or Durham.</div> -<div class="verse">O ’twould take up a swingeing volume,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To sing at large our reputation;</div> -<div class="verse">Our bridge, our shambles, cross and column,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All speak fair Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fill then your jovial bumpers round,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Join chorus all in Stockton’s glory;</div> -<div class="verse">Let us but love our native town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A fig for patriot, whig, or tory;</div> -<div class="verse">Whate’er they say, whate’er they do,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their aim is but to fleece the nation;</div> -<div class="verse">Let us continue firm and true</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To honest Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_73" id="Footnote_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> During the scarcity of change in 1811-12, the people of Stockton -issued out silver tokens of sixpence and twelve-pence value, the only -tokens issued in the county.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span></p> - -<h2>HARK TO WINCHESTER:<br /> -OR, THE<br /> -<i>Yorkshire Volunteers’ Farewell to the good Folks of Stockton.</i></h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>,—Push about the Jorum.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye Stockton lads and lasses too,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come listen to my story;</div> -<div class="verse">A dismal tale, because ’tis true,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ve now to lay before ye:</div> -<div class="verse">We must away, our rout is come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We scarce refrain from tears, O:</div> -<div class="verse">Shrill shrieks the fife, rough roars the drum,—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">March, Yorkshire Volunteers, O!</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal lal la ral.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet ere we part, my comrades say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come, Stockhore<a name="FNanchor_74" id="FNanchor_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a>, you’re the poet,</div> -<div class="verse">If e’er you pen’d a grateful lay,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis now the time to show it.</div> -<div class="verse">Such usage fair in this good town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We’ve met from age and youth, sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">Accept our grateful thanks, and own</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A poet sings the truth, sirs.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye lasses too, of all I see,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The fairest in the nation;</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet buds of beauty’s blooming tree,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The top of the creation;</div> -<div class="verse">Full many of our lads I ween,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Have got good wives and true, sirs;</div> -<div class="verse">I wonder what our leaders mean,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They have not done so too, sirs.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Perhaps——but hark! the thund’ring drum,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From love to arms is beating;</div> -<div class="verse">Our country calls; we come, we come,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Great George’s praise repeating:</div> -<div class="verse">He’s great and good, long may he here</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Reign, every bliss possessing;</div> -<div class="verse">And long may each true volunteer</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Behold him Britain’s blessing.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our valiant Earl shall lead us on</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The nearest way to glory,</div> -<div class="verse">Bright honour hails her darling son,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fame records his story.</div> -<div class="verse">Dundas commands upon our lists</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The second; though on earth, sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">No one he’s second to exists,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For courage, sense, and worth, sirs.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No venal muse before your view</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Next sets a vet’ran bold, sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">The praise to merit justly due,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From Paul she cannot hold, sirs,</div> -<div class="verse">His valour oft has bore the test,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In war he’s brisk and handy;</div> -<div class="verse">His private virtues stand confest,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In short, he’s quite the dandy.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brave Mackarel heads his grenadiers,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’re just the lads to do it,</div> -<div class="verse">And should the Dons, or lank Monsieurs</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come here, he’ll make them rue it:</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll roar his thunders, make them flee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a tow, row, row, row, ra ra;</div> -<div class="verse">And do them o’er by land,——at sea,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As Rodney did Langara.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Young Thompson, with his lads so light</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of foot, with hearts of steel, O,</div> -<div class="verse">His country’s cause will nobly fight,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And make her foes to feel, O:</div> -<div class="verse">For should the frog-fed sons of Gaul</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come capering, <i>a la Francois</i>,</div> -<div class="verse">My lads, said he, we’ll teach them all</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The <i>Light Bob</i> country-dance a.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our leaders all, so brave and bold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Should I in verse recite a,</div> -<div class="verse">A baggage waggon would not hold</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The songs that I could write, a:</div> -<div class="verse">Their deeds so great, their words so mild,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">O take our worst commander,</div> -<div class="verse">And to him Cæsar was a child,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And so was Alexander.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Such men as these we’ll follow thro’</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The world, and brave all danger;</div> -<div class="verse">Each volunteer is firm and true,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His heart’s to fear a stranger.——</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Good Folks, farewell!</i> God bless the king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With angels centry o’er him,</div> -<div class="verse">Now, <i>Hark, to Winchester!</i> we’ll sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And push about the Jorum!</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal lal la ral.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_74" id="Footnote_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> Herbert Stockhore, a private, the pretended author.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>STOCKTON’s COMMENDATION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ye freeholders of Stockton-town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Who follow your several occupations,</div> -<div class="verse">Once more I’ll sing, and raise my tune,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On flourishing Stockton’s commendations.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our bridge with pleasure I behold,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our shambles gain great approbation;</div> -<div class="verse">And neighb’ring towns agree with me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In singing Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From East and West the graziers bring</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fat flocks of each denomination;</div> -<div class="verse">And o’er a glass they freely sing</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Great is Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Full thirty miles some butchers ride;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fat goods are their expectation;</div> -<div class="verse">At Stockton they are well supplied;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They sing Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our shews proclaim a thriving town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fortnight-days to admiration,</div> -<div class="verse">To see Stockton improve so soon,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Daily to her commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our spacious streets each stranger views,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fairly gives his approbation,—</div> -<div class="verse">Stockton’s the place that I do choose,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So great is Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our gardens, orchards, river, plains,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All join to raise our contemplation;</div> -<div class="verse">While hand in hand we other join,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In singing Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our merchants cast a noble shew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Rich goods as any in the nation;</div> -<div class="verse">Great is their trade with high and low,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Makes them sing Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All trades shall flourish now I see,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In their several occupation;</div> -<div class="verse">And our song shall ever be</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Stockton’s lasting commendation.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our ships well stor’d with merchandize,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come trading here from ev’ry nation;</div> -<div class="verse">Our neighb’ring towns with goods supply,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Makes them sing Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our wool-trade daily does increase,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The staple of the British nation:</div> -<div class="verse">And farmers come, with cheerful pace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To join in Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our lead in piles in plenty lie,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sent by shipping to each nation.</div> -<div class="verse">Behold all trades on Stockton smile,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Makes me sing Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our races they are fifties three,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where Darlington, of noble station,</div> -<div class="verse">Our Steward he approves to be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To honour Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May Darlington be Stockton’s friend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And Stockton give their approbation</div> -<div class="verse">In favour of the House of Vane,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For raising Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now, freeholders, I take my leave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Success to the British nation,</div> -<div class="verse">These lines to you I freely give,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In praise of Stockton’s commendation.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE BARNARDCASTLE TRAGEDY.</h2> - -<p class="center">Tune—<i>Constant Anthony</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend,</div> -<div class="verse">Mark well this tragedy which you find here penn’d;</div> -<div class="verse">At Barnardcastle Bridge-end, an honest man lives there,</div> -<div class="verse">His calling grinding corn, for which few can compare.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He had a sister dear, in whom he took delight,</div> -<div class="verse">And Atkinson, his man, woo’d her both day and night;</div> -<div class="verse">Till thro’ process of time he chained fast her heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Which prov’d her overthrow, by Death’s surprising dart.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">False-hearted Atkinson, with his deluding tongue,</div> -<div class="verse">And his fair promises, he’s this poor maid undone;</div> -<div class="verse">For when he found he’d caught her fast in Cupid’s snare,</div> -<div class="verse">Then made he all alike, Betty’s no more his dear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Drinking was his delight, his senses sure to dose,</div> -<div class="verse">Keeping lewd company, when he should seek repose;</div> -<div class="verse">His money being spent, and they would tick no score,</div> -<div class="verse">Then with a face of brass, he ask’d poor Bett for more.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At length he met with one, a serving-maid in town,</div> -<div class="verse">Who for good ale and beer would often pawn her gown,</div> -<div class="verse">And at all-fours she’d play, as many people know,</div> -<div class="verse">A fairer gamester no man could ever show.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tom Skelton, ostler at the King’s Arms does dwell,</div> -<div class="verse">Who this false Atkinson did all his secrets tell;</div> -<div class="verse">He let him understand of a new love he’d got,</div> -<div class="verse">And with an oath he swore, she’d keep full the pot.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then for the girl they sent, Bett Hardy was her name,</div> -<div class="verse">Who to her mistress soon an excuse did frame;</div> -<div class="verse">Mistress, I have a friend at the King’s Arms doth stay,</div> -<div class="verse">Which I desire to see, before he goes away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then she goes to her friend, who she finds ready there,</div> -<div class="verse">Who catch’d her in his arms, how does my only dear?</div> -<div class="verse">She says, Boys drink about, and fear no reckonings large,</div> -<div class="verse">For she had pawn’d her smock, for to defray the charge.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They did carouse it off, till they began to warm,</div> -<div class="verse">Says Skelton, Make a match, I pray where’s the harm?</div> -<div class="verse">Then with a loving kiss they straightway did agree,</div> -<div class="verse">But they no money had, to give the priest a fee.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Quoth Skelton seriously, The priest’s fee is large,</div> -<div class="verse">I’ll marry you myself, and save you all the charge;</div> -<div class="verse">Then they plight their troth unto each other there,</div> -<div class="verse">Went two miles from the town, and go to bed we hear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then when the morning came, by breaking of the day,</div> -<div class="verse">He had some corn to grind, he could no longer stay;</div> -<div class="verse">My business is in haste, which I to thee do tell;</div> -<div class="verse">So took a gentle kiss, and bid his love farewell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now, when he was come home, and at his business there,</div> -<div class="verse">His master’s sister came, who was his former dear;</div> -<div class="verse">Betty, he said, I’m wed, certainly I protest;</div> -<div class="verse">Then she smile’d in his face, Sure you do but jest.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then within few days space, his wife unto him went,</div> -<div class="verse">And to the sign o’ th’ Last, there she for him sent;</div> -<div class="verse">The people of the house, finding what was in hand,</div> -<div class="verse">Stept out immediately, and let Betty understand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now this surprising news caus’d her fall in a trance,</div> -<div class="verse">Like as if she was dead, no limbs she could advance;</div> -<div class="verse">Then her dear brother came, her from the ground he took;</div> -<div class="verse">And she spake up and said, O my poor heart is broke.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then with all speed they went, for to undo her lace,</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst at her nose and mouth her heart’s blood ran apace:</div> -<div class="verse">Some stood half dead by her, others for help inquire,</div> -<div class="verse">But in a moment’s time her life it did expire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">False hearted lovers all, let this a warning be,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">For it may well be called Betty Howson’s tragedy.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>🖙 The above shews how one John Atkinson, of Morton, near -Appleby, courted Betty Howson, of Barnardcastle Bridge-end; and, -after having gained her affections, forsook her for another; upon -which, she broke her heart and died.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span></p> - -<h2><i>A SONG</i><br /> -IN PRAISE OF THE DURHAM MILITIA.</h2> - -<p class="center">Tune—<i>The Lillies of France.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Militia boys for my theme I now chuse,</div> -<div class="verse">(Your aid I implore to assist me, my muse,)</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst here I relate of the Durham youths’ fame,</div> -<div class="verse">Who chearful appear’d when these new tidings came,</div> -<div class="verse">That to Barnardcastle they must march away,</div> -<div class="verse">Embody’d to be, without stop or delay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">What tho’ some cowards have betook them to flight,</div> -<div class="verse">And for their king and country scorn for to fight,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet we Durham boys, who jovial appear,</div> -<div class="verse">Right honest we’ll be, and we’ll banish all fear,</div> -<div class="verse">When head of the front, how martial we see</div> -<div class="verse">Our Colonel so brave, so gallant, and free.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whose generous heart, by experience we know,</div> -<div class="verse">Why need we then dread along with him to go?</div> -<div class="verse">Then farewell, dear wives, and each kind sweetheart,</div> -<div class="verse">Pray do not repine that from you we must part;</div> -<div class="verse">But hark! the drums beat, and the fifes sweetly play,</div> -<div class="verse">We’re order’d to march now to Richmond straightway.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where, clothed in red, and in purple attire,</div> -<div class="verse">Our exercise then shall be all our desire,</div> -<div class="verse">Which having acquir’d, then we’ll merrily sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Success to great George, and the Prussian king,</div> -<div class="verse">Likewise loyal Pitt, a statesman so bold,</div> -<div class="verse">Who scorns to be false, for interest or gold.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If then the Monsieurs should with their crafty guile,</div> -<div class="verse">E’er dare to molest us on Britain’s fair isle,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll laugh at their fury, and malice so strong,</div> -<div class="verse">To Charon below how we’ll hurl them headlong.</div> -<div class="verse">Do they think that our muskets useless shall be,</div> -<div class="verse">When in numbers great, them advancing we see.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If they do, they’re mista’en, we’ll boldly proceed;</div> -<div class="verse">And conquer or die, ere ignobly we’ll yield;</div> -<div class="verse">Then crowned with laurel, (for vent’ring our lives)</div> -<div class="verse">Home then we’ll return to our sweethearts and wives,</div> -<div class="verse">What joy will be greater, our fame shall abound,</div> -<div class="verse">The bells then shall ring, and the trumpets shall sound.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let each loyal Briton then fill up his glass,</div> -<div class="verse">For to drive care away, so round let it pass,</div> -<div class="verse">Drink a health to king George, who sits on his throne,</div> -<div class="verse">(Whose power the French to their sorrow have known,)</div> -<div class="verse">May the Heavens above preserve him from harm,</div> -<div class="verse">And ever defend him from foreign alarm.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE LASS OF COCKERTON.</h2> - -<p class="center">Tune—<i>Low down in the Broom.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Twas on a summer’s evening,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As I a roving went,</div> -<div class="verse">I met a maiden fresh and fair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That was a milking sent.</div> -<div class="verse">Whose lovely look such sweetness spoke,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Divinely fair she shone;</div> -<div class="verse">With modest face her dwelling-place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I found was Cockerton.<a name="FNanchor_75" id="FNanchor_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">With raptures fir’d, I eager gaz’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On this blooming country maid,</div> -<div class="verse">My roving eye, in quickest search,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Each graceful charm survey’d.</div> -<div class="verse">The more I gaz’d, new wonder rais’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And still I thought upon</div> -<div class="verse">Those lovely charms, that so alarms</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In the Lass of Cockerton.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Now would the Gods but deign to hear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An artless lover’s prayer;</div> -<div class="verse">This lovely nymph ’bove all I’d ask,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And scorn each other care;</div> -<div class="verse">True happiness I’d then possess,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her love to share alone;</div> -<div class="verse">No mortals know what pleasures flow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With the lass of Cockerton.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_75" id="Footnote_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> A village near Darlington.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>ROOKHOPE-RYDE.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>A Durham Border Song, composed in 1569.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Rookhope<a name="FNanchor_76" id="FNanchor_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a> stands in a pleasant place,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If the false thieves wad let it be;</div> -<div class="verse">But away they steal our goods apace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ever an ill death may they die!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And so is the man of Thirlwa’ ’nd Willie-haver,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all their companies thereabout,</div> -<div class="verse">That is minded to do mischief hither,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And at their stealing stands not out.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But yet we will not slander them all,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For there is of them good enough;</div> -<div class="verse">It is a sore consumed tree</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That on it bears not one fresh bough.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lord God! is not this a pitiful case,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That men dare not drive their goods to t’ fell,</div> -<div class="verse">But limmer thieves drives them away,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That fears neither heaven nor hell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lord, send us peace into the realm,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That every man may live on his own!</div> -<div class="verse">I trust to God, if it be his will,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That Weardale-men may never be overthrown.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For great troubles they’ve had in hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With borderers pricking hither and thither,</div> -<div class="verse">But the greatest fray that e’er they had,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Was with the men of Thirlwa’ ’nd Willie-haver.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They gather’d together so royally,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The stoutest men and the best in gear;</div> -<div class="verse">And he that rade not on a horse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wat he rade on a weil-fed mear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So in the morning before they came out,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So well I wot they broke their fast,</div> -<div class="verse">In the [forenoon they came] unto a bye fell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where some of them did eat their last.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When they had eaten aye and done,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They say’d, some captains here needs must be:</div> -<div class="verse">Then they choos’d forth Harry Corbyl,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ‘Symon Fell,’ and Martin Ridley.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then o’er the moss, where as they came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With many a brank and whew,</div> -<div class="verse">One of them would to another say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I think this day we are men enew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For Weardale-men are a journey ta’en,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They are so far out o’er yon fell,</div> -<div class="verse">That some ofe them’s with the two earls<a name="FNanchor_77" id="FNanchor_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">And others fast in Barnard-castell.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There we shall get gear enough,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For there is nane but women at hame;</div> -<div class="verse">The sorrowful fend that they can make,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is loudly cries as they were slain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then in at Rookhope-head they came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there they thought tul a’ had their prey;</div> -<div class="verse">But they were ’spy’d coming over the Dry-rig,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Soon upon Saint Nicholas’ Day.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then in at Rookhope-head they came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They ran the forest but a mile;</div> -<div class="verse">They gather’d together in four hours</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Six hundred sheep within a while.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And horses I trow they gat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But either ane or twa,</div> -<div class="verse">And they gat them all but ane</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That belanged to great Rowley.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That Rowley was the first man that did them spy,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With that he rais’d a mighty cry,</div> -<div class="verse">The cry it came down Rookhope-burn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And spread through Weardale hasteyly.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then word came to the bailiff’s house</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At the East-gate, where he did dwell,</div> -<div class="verse">He had walk’d out to the Smale-burns,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which stands above the Hanging-well.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His wife was wae when she hear’d tell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So well she wist her husband wanted gear,</div> -<div class="verse">She gar’d saddle him his horse in haste,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And neither forgot sword, jack, nor spear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The bailiff got wit before his gear came,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That such news was in the land;</div> -<div class="verse">He was sore troubled in his heart,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That on no earth that he could stand.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His brother was hurt three days before,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With limmer thieves that did him prick;</div> -<div class="verse">Nineteen bloody wounds lay him upon;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What ferly was’t that he lay sick?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But yet the bailiff shrinked nought,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But fast after them he did hie;</div> -<div class="verse">And so did all his neighbours near,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That went to bear him company.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But when the bailiff was gathered,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all his company,</div> -<div class="verse">They were number’d to never a man,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But forty under fifty.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The thieves was number’d a hundred men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wat they were not of the worst,</div> -<div class="verse">That could be choosed out of Thirlwa’ ’nd Willie-haver,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I trow they were the very first.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But all that was in Rookhope-head,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all that was i’ Nuketon-cleugh,</div> -<div class="verse">Where Weardale-men o’ertook the thieves,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there they gave them fighting enough.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So sore they made them fain to flee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As many was a’ out of land,</div> -<div class="verse">And for tul have been at home again,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They would have been in iron bands:</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And for the space of long seven years,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As sore they mighten a’ had their lives;</div> -<div class="verse">But there was never one of them</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That ever thought to have seen their wives.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">About the time the fray began,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I trow it lasted but an hour,</div> -<div class="verse">Till many a man lay weaponless,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And was sore wounded in that stour.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Also before that hour was done,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Four of the thieves were slain,</div> -<div class="verse">Besides all those that wounded were,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And eleven prisoners there was ta’en.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">George Carrick and his brother Edie,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Them two, I wot, they were both slain;</div> -<div class="verse">Harry Corbyl, and Lennie Carrick,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bore them company in their pain.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One of our Weardale-men was slain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Rowland Emerson his name hight;</div> -<div class="verse">I trust to God his soul is well,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Because he fought unto the right.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But thus they said, We’ll not depart</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While we have one:—Speed back again!</div> -<div class="verse">And when they came amongst the dead men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There they found George Carrick slain.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And when they found George Carrick slain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I wot it went well near their heart;</div> -<div class="verse">Lord let them never make a better end,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That comes to play them sicken a part.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I trust in God no more they shal,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Except it be one for a great chance;</div> -<div class="verse">For God will punish all those</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a great heavy pestilence.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thir limmer thieves they have good hearts,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They never think to be o’erthrown,</div> -<div class="verse">Three banners against Weardale-men they bare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As if the world had been all their own.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thir Weardale-men they have good hearts,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They are as stif as any tree,</div> -<div class="verse">For, if they’d every one been slain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Never a foot back man would flee.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And such a storm amongst them fell,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As I think you never heard the like;</div> -<div class="verse">For he that bears his head so high,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He oft-times falls into the dyke.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And now I do entreat you all,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As many as are present here,</div> -<div class="verse">To pray for singer of this song,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For he sings to make blithe your cheer.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_76" id="Footnote_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> The name of a valley in the north part of the parish of Stanhope, -in Weardale.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_77" id="Footnote_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> Thomas Percy, earl of Northumberland; and Charles Nevil, earl -of Westmorland.—November, 1569.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE SEDGFIELD FROLIC.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come all the gallant brave wenches,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That love strong liquor so well,</div> -<div class="verse">And use to fuddle your noses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come, listen to what I shall tell:</div> -<div class="verse">Your praises abroad I will thunder,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis pity you should go free,</div> -<div class="verse">And the wanton lasses of Sedgfield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are roaring company.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come, landlady, fill us a bumper,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And take no thought for the shot,</div> -<div class="verse">It’s a sin, as I hope to be saved,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To part with an empty pot;</div> -<div class="verse">Let the glass go merrily round,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our business is jolly to be,</div> -<div class="verse">And the wanton lasses of Sedgfield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are roaring company.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who are they that dare to oppose us,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since altogether we’re met?</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll tipple and fuddle our noses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our frolic the more to complete:</div> -<div class="verse">For our frolic it is begun,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And we will end it merrily;</div> -<div class="verse">And the ranting lasses of Sedgfield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are roaring company.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Middleton as brisk as a bottle,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She merrily leads the van,</div> -<div class="verse">And Crispe, the butcher’s daughter,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She’ll follow as fast as she can.</div> -<div class="verse">There’s the sempstress and her sister,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The rear drive merrily;</div> -<div class="verse">And the ranting lasses of Sedgfield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are roaring company.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Each one shall here take her quantum,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thus says brave Middleton;</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll drink a health to Peg Trantum,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And merrily we’ll go on;</div> -<div class="verse">Let the shot be ever so great,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I’ll speak to my landlady;</div> -<div class="verse">And the ranting lasses of Sedgfield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are roaring company.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s a brave sinking tailor,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That hath a brisk handsome wife,</div> -<div class="verse">And she will convey him the flaggon,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To avoid all future strife:</div> -<div class="verse">And the baker at the next door,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She will be the landlady;</div> -<div class="verse">And the ranting lasses of Sedgfield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are roaring company.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Branson, an honest fellow,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He hath sugar enough in store,</div> -<div class="verse">If cloves and mace be wanting,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We will boldly run on the score;</div> -<div class="verse">For our wanton frolic is begun,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And we’ll end it most merrily;</div> -<div class="verse">And the wanton lasses of Sedgfield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are roaring company.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Two wives I had almost forgotten,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom I must touch in the quick,</div> -<div class="verse">Being merry at Mr Branson’s,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They danc’d round the candlestick;</div> -<div class="verse">And the tune was “<i>Juice of the Barley</i>,”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which made them dance merrily,</div> -<div class="verse">And long did they hold a parley,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And made jolly company.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In the midst of this great pother,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The backish wife came in,</div> -<div class="verse">She was forc’d to be led by another,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thro’ thick and likewise thin.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And thus they did end their frolick,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Good fellow, I’ll tell to thee,</div> -<div class="verse">That the ranting lasses of Sedgfield</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are roaring company.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BOBBY SHAFTOE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea,</div> -<div class="verse">With silver buckles at his knee;</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll come home and marry me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bobby Shaftoe’s bright and fair,</div> -<div class="verse">Combing down his yellow hair,</div> -<div class="verse">He’s ma’ ain for ever mair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bobby Shaftoe’s getten a bairn,</div> -<div class="verse">For to dandle in his arm;</div> -<div class="verse">In his arm, and on his knee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bobby Shaftoe loves me.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE PLEASURES OF SUNDERLAND.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which stands on a hill most noble to see,</div> -<div class="verse">There’s fishing and fowling all in the same town:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Every man to his mind, but Sunderland for me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s dancing and singing also in the same town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And many hot scolds there are in the week;</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis pleasant indeed the market to see,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the young maids that are mild and meek.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The damsels of Sunderland would, if they could,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Welcome brave sailors, when they come from sea,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Build a fine tower of silver and gold:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Every man to his mind, but Sunderland for me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The young men of Sunderland are pretty blades,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And when they come in with these handsome maids,</div> -<div class="verse">They kiss and embrace, and compliment free:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Every man to his mind, but Sunderland for me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In Silver-street there lives one Isabel Rod,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She keeps the best ale the town can afford,</div> -<div class="verse">For gentlemen to drink till they cannot see:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Every man to his mind, but Sunderland for me.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sunderland’s a fine place, it shines where it stands,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the more I look on it the more my heart warms;</div> -<div class="verse">And if I was there I would make myself free:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Every man to his mind, but Sunderland for me.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE FROLICSOME OLD WOMEN OF SUNDERLAND:<br /> -<i>Or, The Disappointed Young Maids.</i></h2> - -<p class="center"><i>Tune</i>—They’ll marry tho’ threescore and ten.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You Sunderland lasses draw near,</div> -<div class="verse">Sure you are forsaken by men;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But the old women, they</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Forget for to play,</div> -<div class="verse">But will get married at three score and ten.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">You Sunderland lasses are slow,</div> -<div class="verse">And yet there’s good choice of young men;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">The old women, they</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Do shew you fair play,</div> -<div class="verse">They get married at threescore and ten.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A house that’s within full sea mark,</div> -<div class="verse">Is very well accustomed by men;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">But better had they</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To live honest, I say,</div> -<div class="verse">Or get married at threescore and ten.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There are sailors that are clever young blades,</div> -<div class="verse">And keel-bullies like unto them;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">You maids that are fair,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Get married this year,</div> -<div class="verse">Lest you tarry till threescore and ten.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The old women carry the day,</div> -<div class="verse">They beat both the maids and the men;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">To give Sunderland the sway,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For ever and ay,</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll marry tho’ threescore and ten.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>SUNDERLAND BRIDGE.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By</i> M.W. <i>of North Shields</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar,</div> -<div class="verse">Hail Burdon in his iron boots, who strides from shore to shore!</div> -<div class="verse">O may ye firm support each leg, or much, O much I fear,</div> -<div class="verse">Poor Rowland may o’erstretch himself in striding ’cross the Wear!</div> -<div class="verse">A patent quickly issue out, lest some more bold than he,</div> -<div class="verse">Should put on larger iron boots, and stride across the sea!</div> -<div class="verse">Then let us pray for speedy peace, lest Frenchmen should come over,</div> -<div class="verse">And, fol’wing Burdon’s iron plan, from Calais stride to Dover.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>ELSIE MARLEY,<br /> -<i>An Alewife at Picktree, near Chester-le-Street.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">To its own Tune.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Elsie Marley is grown so fine,</div> -<div class="verse">She won’t get up to serve her swine,</div> -<div class="verse">But lies in bed till eight or nine,</div> -<div class="verse">And surely she does take her time.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">And do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The wife that sells the barley, honey;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">She’s lost her pocket and all her money,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Aback o’ the bush i’ th’ garden, honey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Elsie Marley is so neat,</div> -<div class="verse">It is hard for one to walk the street,</div> -<div class="verse">But every lad and lass they meet,</div> -<div class="verse">Cries, do you ken Elsie Marley, honey?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Elsie Marley wore a straw hat,</div> -<div class="verse">Now she’s got a velvet cap,</div> -<div class="verse">She may thank Lambton men for that,</div> -<div class="verse">Do you ken Elsie Marley, honey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Elsie keeps wine, gin, and ale,</div> -<div class="verse">In her house below the dale.</div> -<div class="verse">Where every tradesman up and down,</div> -<div class="verse">Does call and spend his half-a-crown.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The farmers, as they come that way,</div> -<div class="verse">They drink with Elsie every day,</div> -<div class="verse">And call the fiddler for to play</div> -<div class="verse">The tune of “<i>Elsie Marley</i>,” honey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The pitmen and the keelmen trim,</div> -<div class="verse">They drink bumbo made of gin,</div> -<div class="verse">And for to dance they do begin,</div> -<div class="verse">The tune of “<i>Elsie Marley</i>,” honey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sailors they will call for flip,</div> -<div class="verse">As soon as they come from the ship,</div> -<div class="verse">And then begin to dance and skip,</div> -<div class="verse">To the tune of “<i>Elsie Marley</i>,” honey.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Those gentlemen that go so fine,</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll treat her with a bottle of wine,</div> -<div class="verse">And freely they’ll sit down and dine</div> -<div class="verse">Along with Elsie Marley, honey.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So to conclude these lines I’ve penn’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Hoping there’s none I do offend,</div> -<div class="verse">And thus my merry joke doth end,</div> -<div class="verse">Concerning Elsie Marley, honey.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And do you ken, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>CHESTER LADS FOR EVER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thro’ Durham County, fam’d of old,</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ England, be it ever told,</div> -<div class="verse">That Chester lads stood forth so bold,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And Chester lads for ever.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Frenchmen heard of their intent,</div> -<div class="verse">To Bonaparte in haste they sent,</div> -<div class="verse">And said, since Chester thus is bent,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">We are ruin’d, sirs, for ever.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O dreadful news! said Bonaparte,</div> -<div class="verse">Enough to break each Frenchman’s heart;</div> -<div class="verse">But let us try, with all our art,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Those Chester lads to sever.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then firmly spoke Monsieur Otto,</div> -<div class="verse">The Chester lads you little know,</div> -<div class="verse">If them you think to overthrow;</div> -<div class="verse indent4">For they will fight for ever.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tho’ many millions you have slain,</div> -<div class="verse">Yet what you’ve done is all in vain;</div> -<div class="verse">You’ll never beat the Chester men,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Nor cope with them—no never.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Consul call’d a council straight,</div> -<div class="verse">And long and learned the debate;</div> -<div class="verse">Each Frenchman tried, with all his weight,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">How France he might deliver.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The issue of this parliament</div> -<div class="verse">Was peace—the glorious grand event,</div> -<div class="verse">Which gave each British heart content.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And Chester lads for ever!!!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span></p> - -<h2>LUMLEY LEADS TO GLORY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come all ye lads who wish to shine</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Bright in Chester story,</div> -<div class="verse">Haste to arms, and form the line,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where Lumley leads to glory.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent2">Charge the musket, point the lance,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Brave the worst of dangers;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Tell the blustering sons of France,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">That Chester fears no strangers.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Chester, when the lion’s rous’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the flag is rearing,</div> -<div class="verse">Always finds her sons dispos’d</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To drub the foe that’s daring.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Charge the musket, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Honor for the brave to share,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Is the noblest booty;</div> -<div class="verse">Guard the coast, protect the fair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For that’s a Briton’s duty.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Charge the musket, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Beat the drums, the music sound,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Manly and united;</div> -<div class="verse">Danger face, maintain your ground,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And see your country righted.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Charge the musket, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>CHESTER VOLUNTEERS.</h2> - -<p class="center">Tune—<i>There’s na Luck about the House.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And are ye sure the tale is true?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Again the news relate,</div> -<div class="verse">That Chester is to raise a corps</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To fight for king and state.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> -<div class="verse indent2">Then let us fill a bumper full,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To Scarborough’s noble thane,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Who under his protection has</div> -<div class="verse indent3">The men of Chester ta’en.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If Chester men are firm and true,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And by each other stand,</div> -<div class="verse">No foreign foe can venture then</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To stain our native land.</div> -<div class="verse">But if they should assail our coast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Compell’d by want and need,</div> -<div class="verse">When Chester banners are display’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ll fly from hence with speed.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then let us fill, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In former times our Chester youths</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their country’s foes expell’d;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose conquering monarch, in those days,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The crowns of Europe held:</div> -<div class="verse">Should then the sons of France pretend</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With Chester Sons to vie,</div> -<div class="verse">If they suppose they’re better men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">E’en let them come and try.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then let us fill, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The king our noble father is,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The queen our mother dear;</div> -<div class="verse">The prince’s brothers soldiers are,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom we shall here revere:</div> -<div class="verse">Them we’ll defend with might and main,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Against all sorts of foes;</div> -<div class="verse">Should they command to fight like men,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or aim their treacherous blows.</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Then let us fill, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE DURHAM VOLUNTEERS.</h2> - -<p class="center">Tune—<i>Anacreon in Heaven.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fell war, with its horrors, our island does threat,</div> -<div class="verse">The true British feeling each bosom that warms,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Prompts away to the beach, the invader to meet.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And along with the brave,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Who their country will save,</div> -<div class="verse">And whose only retreat is a glorious grave.</div> -<div class="verse">See each son of Dunelm, and the old winding Wear,</div> -<div class="verse">The patriot, the loyal, the brave Volunteer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Let the foes of old England unite to enslave</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her free bands, from whose fury so oft they have fled;</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll prove, by their ruin who escape the wild wave,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We can fight like our sires, who at Agincourt bled;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Their great deeds we’ll review,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And example pursue,</div> -<div class="verse">And prove we’ve the blood of the same race so true.</div> -<div class="verse">Determined to save what than life is more dear,</div> -<div class="verse">Our country, our laws, march each brave Volunteer.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Vain boasting Monsieur always lower’d his proud flag,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whenever he met our bold tars on the sea;</div> -<div class="verse">And of conquest on shore let the Corsican brag;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Here the length of their graves their sole conquest shall be!</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Let them vapour and threat,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Boast their armies so great,</div> -<div class="verse">Old England united can never be beat:</div> -<div class="verse">This often prov’d fact each loyal heart cheers,</div> -<div class="verse">Of their country’s best guardians, her brave Volunteers.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The proud Don, through all time, shall his madness deplore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">When his Wealth and his Indies are conquer’d by thee;</div> -<div class="verse">And treach’rous Mynheer mourn, a vassal, once more,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From the shackles of which, our brave sires made him free.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Then Mynheer, Don, and Gaul,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">We here challenge you all,</div> -<div class="verse">And believe British bayonets will your spirits appal;</div> -<div class="verse">For your pride to chastise, see a nation appears;</div> -<div class="verse">In the van march her loyal, her brave Volunteers!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Come the day when the foe on our shore dare descend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like the lion defending his den, each will feel;</div> -<div class="verse">For the world ’gainst our safety in vain will contend,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While fair freedom and courage support their lov’d weal:</div> -<div class="verse indent5">And along with the brave,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Who their country will save,</div> -<div class="verse">And whose only retreat is a glorious grave,</div> -<div class="verse">With the first in the field, ’gainst each foe will appear,</div> -<div class="verse">The loyal and patriot sons of the Wear.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>February, 1805.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="smcap">King James I.</span> <i>in the 15th year of his Reign, came to -Durham on Good Friday, April, 1617, where he was -kindly received by the Mayor and Corporation of that loyal -City, and, on his Entrance, the Body Corporate addressed -him as follows</i>:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Durham’s old city thus salutes her king,</div> -<div class="verse">With entertainments such as she can bring;</div> -<div class="verse">And cannot wait upon his majesty,</div> -<div class="verse">With shew of greatness, but humility,</div> -<div class="verse">Makes her express herself in moderate guise:</div> -<div class="verse">In this deserted north, far from your eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">For your great prelate (James) of late adored,</div> -<div class="verse">Her dignities, for which we oft implored</div> -<div class="verse">Your highest aid, to give continuance;</div> -<div class="verse">And so confirmed by your dread sovereignce:</div> -<div class="verse">But what our royal James did grant herein,</div> -<div class="verse">Our bishop James hath much oppugnant been.</div> -<div class="verse">Small force bears down small power, where force and might</div> -<div class="verse">Hath greater strength than equity and right.</div> -<div class="verse">The last are only in your breast included:</div> -<div class="verse">Subjects’ griefs known, are ne’er from you secluded;</div> -<div class="verse">From your most gracious grant we therefore pray,</div> -<div class="verse">That the fair sunshine of your brightest day,</div> -<div class="verse">Would smile upon your city, whose clear beams</div> -<div class="verse">Exhale the troubles of our former streams;</div> -<div class="verse">Let not, O Powerful Prince, our ancient state,</div> -<div class="verse">For one man’s will, to be depopulate!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tho’ one seeks our undoing, yet to you,</div> -<div class="verse">All our hearts pray, and all our knees shall bow;</div> -<div class="verse">And this dull cell of earth, in which we live,</div> -<div class="verse">Unto your name its latest praise shall give;</div> -<div class="verse">Confirm our grant, good king! Durham’s old city</div> -<div class="verse">Will powerful be, if bless’d with James’s pity.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The verses being ended, the mayor was placed in rank next before -the sword borne before the king, and bearing the mace of the city all -the way to the Cathedral Church.</p> - -<hr /> - -<h2>DURHAM OLD WOMEN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">As aw was gannin to Durham</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aw met wi’ three jolly brisk women,</div> -<div class="verse">Aw ask’d what news at Durham?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They said joyful news is coming:</div> -<div class="verse">There’s three sheep’s heads i’ the pot,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A peck o’ peasmeal in the pudding.</div> -<div class="verse">They jump’d, laugh’d, and skipp’d at that,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For the joyful days are coming.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal la la.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>EPITAPH<br /> -<i>On <span class="smcap">John Simpson</span>, of Hamsterly, Woolcomber.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">BY ISAAC GARNER.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">While visiting this dark abode,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Here, reader, turn thy wand’ring eyes;</div> -<div class="verse">Tread light, for underneath this sod,</div> -<div class="verse indent1"><span class="smcap">Simpson</span>, the <i>Village Poet</i>, lies.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The people’s follies, and their vice,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As frequently as he found leisure,</div> -<div class="verse">He hunted down (as cats do mice)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In strains of true poetic measure.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So neatly he his subject hit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So well he temper’d truth with sense;</div> -<div class="verse">The simple marvell’d at his wit,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And wise men seldom took offence.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His genius and invention such,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From each event he’d something gather;</div> -<div class="verse">For nought ’scap’d his satiric touch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That fairly came within his tether.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><i>Nor ’scap’d he death</i>;—His race is run,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(So fall the witty and the brave!)</div> -<div class="verse">His wool is comb’d, his thread is spun;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And daisies flourish round his grave!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>ODE<br /> -<i>To the River Darwent.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lov’d stream, that meanders along,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where the steps of my infancy stray’d;</div> -<div class="verse">When first I attun’d the rude song,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That nature all artless essay’d.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Though thy borders be stripp’d of each tree,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That smil’d in their vernal array;</div> -<div class="verse">Their image still pictures to me,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy villagers gambolling gay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nor by fancy shall aught be unseen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">While thy fountains flow murmuring by;</div> -<div class="verse">I have danc’d in the Dance on the green,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I have wept with the woe-begun age.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy blessings how many and rare!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Far distant the mildue of health,</div> -<div class="verse">Where guilt vainly decorates care,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And wickedness broods over wealth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The dress of the body and mind,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For ages exactly the same:</div> -<div class="verse">No travel the manners refin’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And fashion pass’d by as it came.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah! which of thy sons canst thou boast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Like Maddison,<a name="FNanchor_78" id="FNanchor_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a> made to explore:</div> -<div class="verse">To give to the silver girt coast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The worth that was foreign before!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Each language, each humour, his own,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All Europe was proud to improve;</div> -<div class="verse">Whom Belgium sits down to bemoan,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whom Gallia could listening love.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Say, when will thou cease to complain?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Oh Darwent, thy destiny cries;</div> -<div class="verse">Far off, on the banks of the Seine,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy darling, thy <i>Maddison</i>—dies!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_78" id="Footnote_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> Mr Maddison was secretary to the English Ambassador at the -French Court, about the end of the American war: his death was -rather singular; the ambassador had been invited to a large dinner party, -given by some of the members of the French Government; but being -rather ill at the time, he sent his secretary as his deputy, who went -accordingly, and came home extremely ill, and soon after died, with -all the symptoms of being poisoned; a mark of favour which the -French had intended to have paid to the ambassador, had not fortune -forbid it! The circumstances of this curious affair, which made considerable -noise at the time, were never rightly known.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE HEXHAMSHIRE LASS.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Its hey for the buff and the blue,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hey for the cap and the feather;</div> -<div class="verse">Hey for the bonny lassie true,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That lives in Hexhamshire.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Thro’ by the Saiby Syke,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">And o’er the moss and the mire,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">I’ll go to see my lass,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Who lives in Hexhamshire.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her father lov’d her well,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her mother lov’d her better;</div> -<div class="verse">I love the lass mysel’,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But, alas! I cannot get her.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Thro’ by, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Oh, this love, this love!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of this love I am weary!</div> -<div class="verse">Sleep I can get none,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For thinking on my deary!</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Thro’ by, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My heart is like to break,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My bosom is on fire;</div> -<div class="verse">So well I love the lass</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That lives in Hexhamshire.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Thro’ by, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Her petticoat is silk,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And plaited round with siller;</div> -<div class="verse">Her shoes are tied with tape,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She’ll wait ’til I go till her.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Thro’ by, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Were I where I would be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I would be beside her;</div> -<div class="verse">But here a while I must be,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whatever may betide her.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Thro’ by, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hey for the thick and the thin,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Hey for the mud and the mire;</div> -<div class="verse">And hey for the bonny lass</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That lives in Hexhamshire.</div> -<div class="verse indent5">Thro’ by, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span></p> - -<h2><i>The Northumbrian’s Sigh for his native Country.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At home wad I be,</div> -<div class="verse">And my supper wad I see,</div> -<div class="verse">And marry with a lass</div> -<div class="verse">Of my own country.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If I were at hame,</div> -<div class="verse">I wad ne’er return agean,</div> -<div class="verse">But marry with a lass</div> -<div class="verse">In my own country.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s the oak and the ash,</div> -<div class="verse">And the bonny ivy tree;</div> -<div class="verse">How canst thou gan away, love,</div> -<div class="verse">And leave me?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O stay, my love, stay,</div> -<div class="verse">And do not gang away;</div> -<div class="verse">O stay, my love, stay,</div> -<div class="verse">Along with me.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A YOU A, HINNY BURD.</h2> - -<p class="center">For an explanation of this title, see Brand’s Popular Antiquities.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Its O but I ken well,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd,</div> -<div class="verse">The bonny lass of Benwell;</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">She’s lang legg’d and mother like,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd;</div> -<div class="verse">See she’s raking up the dyke,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Quayside for sailors,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd;</div> -<div class="verse">The Castle Garth for Tailors,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Gateshead Hills for Millers,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd;</div> -<div class="verse">The North Shore for keelers,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Sandgate for aud rags,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd;</div> -<div class="verse">And Gallowgate for trolly bags,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Denton and Kenton,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd;</div> -<div class="verse">And canny Lang Benton,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Tynemouth and Cullercoats,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd;</div> -<div class="verse">And Shields for the sculler boats,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s Horton and Holywell,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd;</div> -<div class="verse">And bonny Seaton Delaval,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hartley Pans for sailors,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you, hinny burd;</div> -<div class="verse">And Bedlington for nailors,</div> -<div class="verse indent5">A you a.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>UP THE RAW.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Up the raw, ma bonny hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Up the raw, lass, every day;</div> -<div class="verse">For shape and colour, ma bonny hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou bangs thy mother, ma canny bairn.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Up the raw, ma bonny hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou <span class="smcapuc">BANGS THEM A’</span>, lass every day;</div> -<div class="verse">Thou’s a’ <i>clagcanded</i>, ma bonny hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou’s double <i>japanded</i>, ma canny bairn.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For hide and hue, ma bonny hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou bangs the crew, my canny bairn;</div> -<div class="verse">Up the raw, ma bonny hinny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thou bangs them a’, lass, ma canny bairn.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BROOM BUSOMS.</h2> - -<p class="center">Besoms, so pronounced.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If ye want a busom,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For to sweep your house;</div> -<div class="verse">Come to me, my lasses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye ma ha’ your choose.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Buy them when they’re new;</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Better never grew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If I had a horse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I would have a cart;</div> -<div class="verse">If I had a wife,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She would take my part.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Had I but a wife,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I care not who she be;</div> -<div class="verse">If she be a woman,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That’s enough for me.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If she lik’d a drop,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Her and I’d agree;</div> -<div class="verse">If she did not like it,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There’s the more for me.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span></p> - -<p class="center"><i>To the foregoing Verses, <span class="smcap">Blind Willy</span> (the native Minstrel of -Newcastle) has added the following simple Rhymes:—</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Up the Butcher Bank,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And down Byker Chare;</div> -<div class="verse">There you’ll see the lasses,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Selling brown ware.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Along the Quayside,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Stop at Russell’s Entry;</div> -<div class="verse">There you’ll see the beer drawer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She is standing sentry.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If you want an oyster,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For to taste your mouth,</div> -<div class="verse">Call at Handy Walker’s,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He’s a bonny youth.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Call at Mr Loggie’s,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He does sell good wine;</div> -<div class="verse">There you’ll see the beer drawer,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">She is very fine.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If you want an orange,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ripe and full of juice;</div> -<div class="verse">Gan to Hannah Black,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There you’ll get your choose.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Call at Mr Turner’s,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">At the Queen’s Head;</div> -<div class="verse">He’ll not set you away,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Without a piece bread.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Down the river side,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As far as Dent’s Hole;</div> -<div class="verse">There you’ll see the cuckolds,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Working at the coal.</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Buy broom busoms, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE WAGGONER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gang down the waggon way?</div> -<div class="verse">His pocket full of money,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And his poke full of hay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Aye but he’s a bonny lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As ever ye did see;</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ he’s sair pock brocken,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he’s blind of an e’e.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s ne’er a lad like ma’ lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Drives to a staith on Tyne;</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ coal-black on work days,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On holidays he’s fine.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ma’ lad’s a bonny lad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The bonniest I see;</div> -<div class="verse">Wiv his fine posey waistcoat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And buckles at his knee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>BRANDLING AND RIDLEY.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Brandling and Ridley carries the day!</div> -<div class="verse">Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There’s plenty of coals on our waggon way.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s wood for to cut, and coals for to hew,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the bright star of Heaton will carry us through:</div> -<div class="verse">Ridley for ever, and Brandling for aye,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There’s plenty of coals on our waggon way.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span></p> - -<h2>MY LADDIE.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My laddie sits owre late up,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My laddie sits owre late up,</div> -<div class="verse">My laddie sits owre late up,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With the pint pot and the cup.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How Johnny cum hame to yur bairn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">How Johnny cum hame to yur bairn,</div> -<div class="verse">How Johnny cum hame to yur bairn,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Wiv a rye loaf under yur airm.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He addles three ha’pence a week,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That’s nobbit a fardin a day;</div> -<div class="verse">He sits with a pipe in his cheek,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And he fuddles his money away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My laddie is never the near,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My laddie is never the near:</div> -<div class="verse">And when I cry out, “Lad, cum hame!”</div> -<div class="verse indent1">He calls out again for mair beer.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">My laddie sits, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE SANDGATE LASSIE’s LAMENT.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>BY HENRY ROBSON.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ve prest my dear Johnny,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Sae sprightly and bonny,—</div> -<div class="verse">Alack! I shall ne’er mair d’ weel, O:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The kidnapping squad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Laid hold of my lad,</div> -<div class="verse">As he was unmooring the keel, O.</div> -<div class="verse indent7">O my sweet laddie,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">My canny keel laddie,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">Sae handsome, sae canty, and free, O;</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Had he staid on the Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse indent7">Ere now he’d been mine,</div> -<div class="verse indent6">But oh! he’s far over the sea, O.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Should he fall by commotion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or sink in the ocean,</div> -<div class="verse">(May sick tidings ne’er come to the <i>Key</i>, O)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I could ne’er mair be glad,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For the loss of my lad</div> -<div class="verse">Wad break my poor heart, and I’d <i>dee</i>, O!</div> -<div class="verse indent7">O my sweet laddie, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">But should my dear tar</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Come safe from the war,</div> -<div class="verse">What heart-bounding joy wad I feel, O;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the church we wad flee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And married be,</div> -<div class="verse">And again he shall row in his keel, O.</div> -<div class="verse indent7">O my sweet laddie, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">O my sweet laddie,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">My canny keel laddie,</div> -<div class="verse">Sae handsome, sae canty, and free, O:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ far from the Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I still hope he’ll be mine,</div> -<div class="verse">And live happy as any can be, O.</div> -<div class="verse indent7">O my sweet laddie, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE INVITATION.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s to be wed,</div> -<div class="verse">And if it be true what they’re saying, egad we’ll be all rarely fed;</div> -<div class="verse">They’ve brought home a shoulder of mutton, besides two thumping fat geese,</div> -<div class="verse">And when at the fire they’re roasting, we’re all to have sops in the grease.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And there’ll be pies and spice dumplings, and there’ll be bacon and peas;</div> -<div class="verse">Besides a great lump of beef boiled, and they may get crowdies who please:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> -<div class="verse">To eat such good things as these are, I’m sure ye’ve but seldom the luck;</div> -<div class="verse">Beside, for to make us some pottage, there’ll be a sheep’s head and a pluck.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of sausages there’ll be plenty, black puddings, sheep fat, and neats’ tripes;</div> -<div class="verse">Besides, for to warm all your noses, great store of tobacco and pipes:</div> -<div class="verse">A room, they say, there’s provided for us at “The Old Jacob’s Well;”</div> -<div class="verse">The bridegroom he went there this morning, and spoke for a barrel o’ yell.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There’s sure to be those things I’ve mention’d, and many things else, and I learn,</div> -<div class="verse">White bread and butter and sugar, there’s to please every bonny young bairn:</div> -<div class="verse">Of each dish and glass you’ll be welcome to eat and to drink ’till you stare;</div> -<div class="verse">I’ve told you what meat’s to be at it, I’ll tell you next who’s to be there.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Why there’ll be Peter the hangman, who flogs folks at the cart tail,</div> -<div class="verse">And Bob, with his new sark and ruffle, made out of an old <i>keel sail</i>!</div> -<div class="verse">And Tib on the Quay, who sells oysters, whose mother oft strove to persuade,</div> -<div class="verse">To keep her from the lads, but she would’nt, untill she got by them betray’d.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And there’ll be Sandy the cobler, whose belly’s as round as a cag,</div> -<div class="verse">And Doll, with her short petticoats, to display her white stockings and leg;</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> -<div class="verse">And Sall, who when snug in a corner, a sixpence they say won’t refuse,</div> -<div class="verse">She curs’d when her father was drown’d, because he had on his new shoes.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And there’ll be Sam the quack doctor, of skill and profession he’ll crack;</div> -<div class="verse">And Jack who would fain be a soldier, but for a great hump on his back;</div> -<div class="verse">And Tom in the streets for his living, who grinds razors, scissars, and knives;</div> -<div class="verse">And two or three merry old women, that calls, “Mugs and dublers, wives.”</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But neighbours, I’d almost forgot, for to tell ye exactly at one,</div> -<div class="verse">The dinner will be on the table, and music will play ’till its done:</div> -<div class="verse">When you’ll be all heartily welcome, of this merry feast for to share,</div> -<div class="verse">But if you won’t come at this bidding, why then you may stay where you are.</div> -<div class="verse indent4">Blind Willy’s to play on the fiddle.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A SONG,</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>written and sung by</i> H.F.H. <i>at the opening -of Jarrow Colliery, September 26th, 1803</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Old <i>Jarrow</i>, long-fam’d for monastical lore,</div> -<div class="verse">Where Bede, rusty manuscripts search’d o’er and o’er;</div> -<div class="verse">Now see us assembl’d, upon her green swa’d,</div> -<div class="verse">With faces all smiling, and spirits full glad.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No long chaunt of Friars now steals thro’ her glooms,</div> -<div class="verse">No lazy cowl’d monk now her viands consumes;</div> -<div class="verse">But chearful the strain which our voices upraise,</div> -<div class="verse">And active the man, who partakes of our praise.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Yet still in researches her sons shew their might,</div> -<div class="verse">Still labour in darkness to bring good to light:</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ legends and fables the friars explor’d,</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ strata of rubbish the miners have bor’d.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The labours of both with success have been crown’d,</div> -<div class="verse">And the miner to Bede is in gratitude bound;</div> -<div class="verse">For while ignorance reign’d from the line to the pole,</div> -<div class="verse">In convents the nooks preserv’d sciences—<i>Coal</i>.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">By science and spirit what great deeds are done,</div> -<div class="verse">By the union of these, this rich Coal Pit is won:</div> -<div class="verse">And safe from their labours, the lads of the mine,</div> -<div class="verse">Now foot it away with the girls of the Tyne.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On ship-board soon plac’d, and impel’d by the gale,</div> -<div class="verse">For Augusta’s proud towers the produce will sail;</div> -<div class="verse">Employment it gives to th’ indust’rous and brave,</div> -<div class="verse">And its trade’s the best nurse for the sons of the wave.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hail, commerce! thou parent of Albion’s weal,</div> -<div class="verse">Let Frenchmen still brandish their threatening steel,</div> -<div class="verse">To drag thee from England, her sons will not yield,</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll carry thee on, yet prepare for the field.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">These brave lads around us, their tools will lay down,</div> -<div class="verse">And fight for their country, their king, and his crown!</div> -<div class="verse">But the Frenchmen destroy’d, or drove back to the main,</div> -<div class="verse">They’ll take up the Pick-axe and shovel again.</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In union thus ever be commerce and arms,</div> -<div class="verse">When a tyrant’s ambition creates it alarms;</div> -<div class="verse">And secure in their courage, let Britons still sing,</div> -<div class="verse">Britannia triumphant, and God save the king!</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your glasses now fill to the lord of the mine,</div> -<div class="verse">And drink him long life in a goblet of wine:</div> -<div class="verse">On this joyous day let no bosom be sad,</div> -<div class="verse">But bumper it round to “the bonny pit lad.”</div> -<div class="verse indent15">Fal lal de ral la.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A SOUTH SHIELDS SONG<br /> -<i>ON THE SAILORS.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sailors are all at the bar,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They cannot get up to Newcastle;</div> -<div class="verse">The sailors are all at the bar,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They cannot get up to Newcastle.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Up with smoky Shields,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And hey for bonny Newcastle;</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Up with smoky Shields,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">And hey for bonny Newcastle.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A NORTH SHIELDS SONG.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We’ll all away to the Lowlights,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there we’ll see the sailors come in;</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll all away to the Lowlights,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And there we’ll see the sailors come in.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There clap your hands and give a shout,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And you’ll see the sailors go out;</div> -<div class="verse">Clap your hands and dance and sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And you’ll see your laddie come in.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span></p> - -<h2>MONKSEATON RACES.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>July 1st, 1812.</i></p> - -<p class="center">BY A SPECTATOR.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Six centuries since, some say, a son of South Seaton<a name="FNanchor_79" id="FNanchor_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a>,</div> -<div class="verse">Was mulct for a monk he to mummy had beaten;</div> -<div class="verse">The prior there pilfer’d the prow of a pig,</div> -<div class="verse">And Delaval drub’d well the pillaging prig!</div> -<div class="verse">In commemoration of that great event,</div> -<div class="verse">Each anniversary in eclat is spent:</div> -<div class="verse">Though landlords liege-legates are bound to obey,</div> -<div class="verse">That country carousal’s kept up to this day.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">A sum by subscription was quickly collected,</div> -<div class="verse">As none to contribute their quota objected;</div> -<div class="verse">Half-guineas the highest, the lowest a shilling;</div> -<div class="verse">And seamen and landmen were equally willing:</div> -<div class="verse">Hence hand-bills were pasted up in public places,</div> -<div class="verse">To state both the time and the term of these races;</div> -<div class="verse">Explaining the prizes, and pastoral plays,</div> -<div class="verse">Prolonging these pastimes the space of three days.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The stewards instructed the cash to collect,</div> -<div class="verse">Kept debtor and creditor scrolls quite correct;</div> -<div class="verse">To purchase such prizes as were preconcerted,</div> -<div class="verse">The coin was with consummate caution converted;</div> -<div class="verse">To furnish out fun for friends, strangers, and neighbours,</div> -<div class="verse">These gents to gymnastics gave gratis their labours;</div> -<div class="verse">Lest fair play, by precepts, might not be promoted,</div> -<div class="verse">From the racing calendar cases they quoted.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Quaff-cups for quadrupeds accustom’d to courses,</div> -<div class="verse">And handsome cart-harness for husbandry horses;</div> -<div class="verse">With saddles and bridles for hunters and hacks,</div> -<div class="verse">And plate spurs for ponies that pay no <i>Pitt-tax</i>:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Spring whips made for mules, and good armour for asses,</div> -<div class="verse">And harlequin habits for lads and for lasses;</div> -<div class="verse">Gloves, hats, hose, and handkerchiefs, shirts, shifts, and shoes,</div> -<div class="verse">To run, gape, or grin for, as candidates choose.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">With multitudes mingled the turf was attended,</div> -<div class="verse">Like barley and beans, there the belles and beaux blended;</div> -<div class="verse">From town and the country such numbers assembled,</div> -<div class="verse">The race-ground a Newcastle meeting resembled;</div> -<div class="verse">Which cohorts all creeds and conditions comprised,</div> -<div class="verse">And dresses, distinctions, and deserts disguised;</div> -<div class="verse">By vintners made vivid, their views became various,</div> -<div class="verse">Amusements were many, and mirth multifarious.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">The racers (at <i>Watson’s</i>) were regularly enter’d,</div> -<div class="verse">And money at booking was formally ventur’d;</div> -<div class="verse">A Newmarket rider, rear’d in racing stables,</div> -<div class="verse">Conversant in quirks, and acquainted with cabals;</div> -<div class="verse">Whose powers of profession were priz’d upon paction,</div> -<div class="verse">And principles privately put up to auction:</div> -<div class="verse">Some Monkseaton farmers on fraud plac’d affiance,</div> -<div class="verse">But saw in the sequel their rotten reliance.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">By bribing that brigand, this son of deception</div> -<div class="verse">Receiv’d ready rhino, yet made his election;</div> -<div class="verse">This presto, his pupils to peasants prefer’d;</div> -<div class="verse">In bilking his brethren, the eft would have err’d!</div> -<div class="verse">To gull’d speculators, a vulcan as vile,</div> -<div class="verse">Stak’d too with turf-students in tangible style,</div> -<div class="verse">Till duped delinquents were doom’d through the day,</div> -<div class="verse">Their debts of dishonour on peril to pay.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Corruption creeps into both commerce and courts,</div> -<div class="verse">Then who can repel it from rural resorts?</div> -<div class="verse">As all public places are pester’d with prowlers,</div> -<div class="verse">The streets are stagnated with stigmatiz’d strollers;</div> -<div class="verse">And some sanguine swindlers, though subtile and snug,</div> -<div class="verse">Plunge into the pit they for others had dug;</div> -<div class="verse">The same at Monkseaton, the mass must admit,</div> -<div class="verse">(With self-satisfaction) “<i>The biters were bit</i>”!!!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_79" id="Footnote_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> South Seaton, so called at the time; but afterwards Monk Seaton, -where —— Delaval, Esq. so completely castigated a covetous capuchin -as to cause his death; for so doing, however, great part of his possessions -were forfeited.—See the <i>History of Tynemouth</i>.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE ALARM!!!<br /> -<i>Or, Lord Fauconberg’s March.</i></h2> - -<p>On the commencement of the impress service, in March, -1793, considerable riots took place at Shields, which were represented -at Newcastle, in a thousand terrific shapes; and a false alarm having -been given at the Mansion House, the drums of the York Militia beat -to arms; Lord Fauconberg marched that regiment to the house of -Rendezvous in the Broad Chare, and then marched back again.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">God prosper long our <i>warlike</i> king,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And noblemen also,</div> -<div class="verse">Who valiantly, with sword in hand,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Doth guard us from each foe.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">No sooner did lord Fauconberg,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">With heart undaunted, hear</div> -<div class="verse">That news to Gotham had been brought,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Which caus’d our mayor to fear.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then up he rose, with eyes on fire,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Most dreadful to the view;</div> -<div class="verse">To arms! to arms! aloud he cry’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And forth his faulchion drew.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To arms! to arms! full long and sore,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The rattling drums did beat;</div> -<div class="verse">To arms! in haste! each soldier flies,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And scours thro’ ev’ry street.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The women shriek, and wring their hands,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their children weep around;</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst some, more wise, fast bolt their doors,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And hide them under ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The French are at our <i>gates</i>, they cry,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And we shall all be slain;</div> -<div class="verse">For <i>Dumourier</i> is at their head,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that arch traitor <i>Paine</i>.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In haste drawn up, in fair array,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Our Yorkshire guards are seen;</div> -<div class="verse">And mounted on a jet black stud,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Lord Fauconberg, I ween,—</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Who bravely gave the word to march,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And furiously did ride;</div> -<div class="verse">And prancing first, great Brunswick like,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Twas well the streets were wide.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From Newgate, down to the Broad Chare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They march’d with might and main;</div> -<div class="verse">Then gallantly they turned them round,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And so “<i>march’d up again</i>.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then fill a bumper to the brim,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And drink to Gotham’s mayor;</div> -<div class="verse">And when again he hears such news,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">May Fauconberg be there.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE PATRIOT VOLUNTEERS:<br /> -OR,<br /> -<i>Loyally Display’d.</i></h2> - -<p class="center">BY CLARINDA.</p> - -<p>In the year 1795, a corps of volunteers were raised in Newcastle, -consisting of one grenadier, one light infantry, and two batallion companies, -they received their colours in the Forth, from Mrs Mayoress, -August 25th, 1795.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">There is not in the world’s terraqueous round,</div> -<div class="verse">A better king or constitution found,</div> -<div class="verse">Than lov’d Britannia’s sea girt Realms can claim,</div> -<div class="verse">As rich in Blessings, as renown’d in Fame;</div> -<div class="verse">Her laws, and Social Liberty, design’d,</div> -<div class="verse">To perfect happiness, and dignify mankind.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">These to preserve, through each succeeding Age,</div> -<div class="verse">Our Patriot Volunteers with zeal engage.</div> -<div class="verse">Behold them brilliant on the shores of Tyne,</div> -<div class="verse">Newcastle Heroes Gateshead Heroes join!</div> -<div class="verse">All free-born Sons, they Freedom’s Rights defend,</div> -<div class="verse">And each to each secures a steady Friend!</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst snarling Disaffection slinks away,</div> -<div class="verse">These <span class="smcap">Hearts of Gold</span> true loyalty display;</div> -<div class="verse">These <span class="smcap">Hearts of Gold</span> this Standard Truth proclaim,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Our King and Constitution are the same!</i></div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">Advance, Brave Men! assert your Country’s Cause,</div> -<div class="verse">Exertions only can support her Laws.</div> -<div class="verse">For Vigilence, precarious Moments call,</div> -<div class="verse">The danger’s obvious, and concerns us All.</div> -<div class="verse">A cool supineness, timid hearts may try,</div> -<div class="verse">But manly courage must the means supply.</div> -<div class="verse">Sue we for Peace? that Peace is surest found,</div> -<div class="verse">Where honest fortitude maintains its ground.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent1">We have at home, alas! some secret foes,</div> -<div class="verse">Which, well as Frenchmen, valour must oppose.</div> -<div class="verse">Though savage <span class="smcap">Terrorists</span> their Schemes pursue,</div> -<div class="verse">And still mislead a blind ungrateful Crew;</div> -<div class="verse">Keep ye but firm, the martial Charge to bear,</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Your brave Associates and yourselves revere?</i></div> -<div class="verse">Ferocious Monsters must e’er long decline,</div> -<div class="verse">And <span class="smcap">Moderation</span> draw her equal Line:</div> -<div class="verse">So shall ye meet a Nation’s highest praise,</div> -<div class="verse">And Love and Beauty crown your future Days;</div> -<div class="verse">For Love and Beauty ever wait on Fame,</div> -<div class="verse">Each Hero’s glory, and triumphal Claim.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>Newcastle, Forth House, 1st July, 1795.</i></p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span></p> - -<h2>CULL, <i>alias</i> SILLY BILLY,<br /> -<i>Of Newcastle upon Tyne.</i></h2> - -<p>This well known character, William Scott, commonly -called Cull Billy, a name known in most parts of the -north, is a native of Newcastle, where he resided along with -his mother, a poor old woman, who made her living by -retailing wooden ware; she like her son was an object of -distress, being not above four feet high.</p> - -<p>Billy, poor man, oft excited compassion from his fellow -creatures, while reciting (which he did with a great degree of -exactness, and in such a distinct and clear manner as to -surprise many) the Lord’s Prayer, several other prayers, passages -from scripture, &c. to a numerous audience of boys; -but they generally repaid his endeavours for their welfare -with a shower of dirt or stones.</p> - -<p>Oft have they followed him around the streets, beating and -hooting him, as boys hunt a cat or dog; and yet no notice -was taken of this, until one, more compassionate than the rest, -stept forward and interceded for him, in the following lines, -which were published in the Newcastle Chronicle of the -28th of August, 1802, with the signature of J.S.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Whence those <i>cries</i>, my soul that harrow?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whence those <i>yells</i>, that wound my ear?</div> -<div class="verse">’Tis the hapless child of sorrow!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">’Tis poor Billy’s plaint I hear.</div> -<div class="verse">Now, in <i>tatter’d plight</i> I see him,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Teazing crowds around him press;</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! will none from insult free him?</div> -<div class="verse indent1">None his injuries redress?</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Fill’d with many a fearful notion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Now he utters piercing cries;</div> -<div class="verse">Starting now, with sudden motion,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Swiftly thro’ the streets he hies.</div> -<div class="verse">Poor, forlorn, and hapless creature,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Victim of insanity!</div> -<div class="verse">Sure it speaks a ruthless nature,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To oppress a wretch like thee.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When, by generous friends protected,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">All thy actions told thee mild,</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ by <i>reason</i> undirected,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And the prey of fancies wild.</div> -<div class="verse">Of those friends did Heav’n deprive thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">None, alas! supply’d their place?</div> -<div class="verse">And to madness now to drive thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ceaseless strives a cruel race.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Youth forlorn! tho’ crowds deride thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Gentle minds for thee must grieve;</div> -<div class="verse">Back to <i>reason</i>, wish to guide thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And thy ev’ry want relieve,</div> -<div class="verse">O from this sad state to snatch thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Why delay the <i>good</i> and <i>kind</i>?</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Pity</i> calls them on to watch thee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And to tranquilize thy mind.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Soon after the publication of this, the overseers of the -parish of Saint John’s, (in which parish Billy resided) had -him conveyed to their Poor House, without the walls of -Newcastle, where he was kept confined until the turbulence of -his spirit was reduced.</p> - -<p>Several persons have felt the power of Billy’s wit, which -on some occasions has been very severe. Once, when a -person of the name of —— (not one of the wisest -beings of the world) came swaggering out of a tavern, while -Bill was haranguing the mob at the door. “Stand out of -the way!” cries this would-be great man, shaking his cane in -the air, “Stand out of the way! I never give way to -fools!” “<i>But I do</i>,” cries Billy, bowing, and instantly stept -on the pavement: Mr —— felt the severity of this remark, -and instantly made off, leaving the spectators of the transaction -almost convulsed with laughter.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span></p> - -<h2>CANNY NEWCASSEL.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>By</i> T.T. <i>of Newcastle.</i></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Bout Lunnun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That the streets were a’ cover’d wi’ guineas:</div> -<div class="verse">The houses se fine, sec grandees the folks,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Te them hus i’ th’ north were but ninnies.</div> -<div class="verse">But aw fand ma sel blonk’d when to Lunnun I gat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The folks they a’ luck’d wishy washy;</div> -<div class="verse">For gould ye may howk ’till ye’re blind as a bat,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For their streets are like wors—brave and blashy!</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun then, div’nt ye mak sic a rout,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">There’s nouse there ma winkers to dazzle,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">For a’ the fine things ye are gobbin about,</div> -<div class="verse indent4">We can marra iv canny Newcassel.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Cockney chep show’d me the Thames’ druvy feace,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whilk he said was the pride o’ the nation;</div> -<div class="verse">And thought at their shippin aw’d maek a haze gaze;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But aw whop’d ma foot on his noration.</div> -<div class="verse">Wi’ hus, mun, three hundred ships sail iv a tide,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">We think nouse on’t, aw’ll maek accydavy:</div> -<div class="verse">Ye’re a gouck if ye din’t knaw that the lads o’ Tyne side,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Are the Jacks that maek famish wor navy.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We went big St Paul’s and Westminster to see,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And aw warnt ye aw thought they luck’d pretty:</div> -<div class="verse">And then we’d a keek at the Monument te,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Whilk ma friend ca’d the pearl o’ the city.</div> -<div class="verse">Wey hinny, says aw, we’ve a Shot Tower se hee,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That biv it ye might scraffle to heaven;</div> -<div class="verse">And if on Saint Nicholas ye once cus’ an e’e,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ye’d crack on’t as lang as ye’re livin.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We trudg’d to St James’s, for there the king lives,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Aw warn’d ye a good stare we teuck on’t;</div> -<div class="verse">By my faicks its been built up by Adam’s aun neaves,</div> -<div class="verse">For it’s aud as the hills, by the leuk on’t:</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Shem bin ye, says I, ye shou’d keep the king douse,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I speak it without ony malice:</div> -<div class="verse">Aw own that wor mayor rather wants a new house,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But then wor Infirmary’s a palace.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah hinnies! out cum the king while we were there,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">His leuks seem’d to say, Bairns be happy;</div> -<div class="verse">So down o’ my hunkers aw set up a blare,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For God to preserve him frae Nappy;</div> -<div class="verse">For Geordy aw’d die, for my loyalty’s trig,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And aw own he’s a geud leuken mannie;</div> -<div class="verse">But if wor Sir Matthew ye buss iv his wig,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">By gocks, he wad just leuk as canny.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ah hinnies! about us the lasses did loup,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thick as curns in a spice singin hinnie;</div> -<div class="verse">Some aud, and some hardly flig’d owr the doup,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But aw kend what they were by their whinnie:</div> -<div class="verse">A’, mannie, says aw, ye hev mony a tite girl,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But aw’m tell’d they’re oft het i’ their trappin:</div> -<div class="verse">Aw’d cuddle much rather a lass i’ the Sworl,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Than the dolls i’ the Strand, or i’ Wappin.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wiv a’ the stravaging aw wanted a munch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">An’ ma thropple was ready te gizen;</div> -<div class="verse">So we went tiv a yell house, and there teuk a lunch,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But the reck’ning, my saul! was a bizon:</div> -<div class="verse">Wiv hus i’ th’ North, when aw’m wairsh i’ my way,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">(But te knaw wor warm hearts, ye yur sell come)</div> -<div class="verse">Aw lift the first latch, and baith man and dame say,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">“Cruck your hough, canny man, for ye’re welcome.”</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A shillin aw thought at the Play-house aw’d ware,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">But aw jump’d there wiv heuk-finger’d people;</div> -<div class="verse">My pockets gat rip’d, and aw heard ne mair,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nor aw could frae Saint Nicholas’s steeple.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Dang Lunnan! wor Play-house aw like just as weel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And wor play-folks aw’s shure are as funny:</div> -<div class="verse">A shillin’s worth sarves me to laugh till aw squeel,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ne hallion there thrimmels ma money.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The loss o’ the cotterels aw dinna regaird,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For aw’ve getten some white-heft o’ Lunnun;</div> -<div class="verse">Aw’ve learn’d to prefer my awn canny calf yaird;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">If ye catch me mair fra’t, ye’ll be cunnun.</div> -<div class="verse">Aw knaw that the Cockneys crake rum-gum-shus chimes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To maek gam of wor bur, and wor ’parel;</div> -<div class="verse">But honest Blind Willy shall string this iv rhymes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And aw’ll sing’d for a Christmas Carol.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">’Bout Lunnun, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>CROAKUM REDIVIVUS.</h2> - -<p class="center"><i>The Crow’s account of Newcastle, on her return to that Town -in January, 1812.</i></p> - -<p class="center">ADDRESSED TO A BROTHER CROW.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Croney, its now near thirty year,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Since here I saw thy face;</div> -<div class="verse">And since that time, my honest bird,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">What change <i>here’s</i> taken place.</div> -<div class="verse">Gotham, in troth, is alter’d quite;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Here’s nought as ’twas before:</div> -<div class="verse">People nor town should I have known,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Had I not heard the <span class="smcapuc">BURR</span>.”</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our steeple’s gone,<a name="FNanchor_80" id="FNanchor_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a> that lov’d abode,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where once we loudly croak’d</div> -<div class="verse">Advice to Gotham’s aldermen;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And with the freemen jok’d.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> -<div class="verse">Now Gotham, London fashions apes,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ve every thing to tempt ye;</div> -<div class="verse">Like the city—shops with showy fronts,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And insides poor and empty.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And then so alter’d is the town,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">As well as Gotham’s people;</div> -<div class="verse">That not a building here’s the same,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Except Saint Nich’las steeple.</div> -<div class="verse">Fam’d steeple! Gotham’s greatest boast,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Long may you here remain,</div> -<div class="verse">Whilst other churches are pull’d down,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And built ’gain and again.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The streets are now so num’rous grown,<a name="FNanchor_81" id="FNanchor_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">E’en Gothamites don’t know them;</div> -<div class="verse">So signs they’ve painted ’gainst the walls,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">In every nook to shew them.<a name="FNanchor_82" id="FNanchor_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And such the rage, for naming streets,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">That gaps made in th’ Old Wall;</div> -<div class="verse">They Heron Street and Forster Street,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Unwittingly do call.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Th’ old streets were next, not wide enough,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So th’ pants they took away,<a name="FNanchor_83" id="FNanchor_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a></div> -<div class="verse">To place them in some corner dark,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Where th’ girls could wanton play.</div> -<div class="verse">Yet for themselves, they have such fears,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their road, they ne’er can see;</div> -<div class="verse">So they want lamps, from th’ Barras Bridge,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">E’en to Saint Peter’s Quay.<a name="FNanchor_84" id="FNanchor_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Crosses too, they’ve taken down,<a name="FNanchor_85" id="FNanchor_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Tho’ built the other day;</div> -<div class="verse">They too, I fancy, did impede,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The great folks in their way.</div> -<div class="verse">And next their nostrils delicate,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can’t bear the smell of meat;</div> -<div class="verse">And straight the Butcher’s shops and stalls,<a name="FNanchor_86" id="FNanchor_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">Fly quickly from the street.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their foolish pride there’s nought can stop,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Improvement’s <i>all the go</i>;</div> -<div class="verse">Unseemly’s every thing that’s old,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">So all that’s old’s laid low.</div> -<div class="verse">Each relique of their sires is gone,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Or got a modern face on:</div> -<div class="verse">The poor old Castle,<a name="FNanchor_87" id="FNanchor_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a>—Gotham’s pride,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A modern cap they place on.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Bridge is widen’d,<a name="FNanchor_88" id="FNanchor_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a> the Quay enlarg’d,<a name="FNanchor_89" id="FNanchor_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">The old Moothall laid low;<a name="FNanchor_90" id="FNanchor_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a></div> -<div class="verse">And other Court’s,<a name="FNanchor_91" id="FNanchor_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a> like all their works,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">They’ve built here all for show.</div> -<div class="verse">Show, show’s the word in Gotham now,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And ev’ry thing that’s new;</div> -<div class="verse">From th’ Infirmary,<a name="FNanchor_92" id="FNanchor_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a> to th’ Children’s School,<a name="FNanchor_93" id="FNanchor_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">A palace is to view.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Westgate boasts its palace now,<a name="FNanchor_94" id="FNanchor_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a></div> -<div class="verse indent1">On the Moor another’s seen;<a name="FNanchor_95" id="FNanchor_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a></div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And (to please the nabobs of the east)</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A Bridge has Pandon Dean:<a name="FNanchor_96" id="FNanchor_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96" class="fnanchor">[96]</a></div> -<div class="verse">To see their Church, see they’ve pull’d down,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Many a good and bad house;<a name="FNanchor_97" id="FNanchor_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97" class="fnanchor">[97]</a></div> -<div class="verse">There’s one thing more, howe’er, they want,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And that’s a spacious <i>Mad House</i>!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For, when these alterations end,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To tell I’ve not the pow’r;</div> -<div class="verse">E’en now their quarreling about,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Th’ improvement of the moor<a name="FNanchor_98" id="FNanchor_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98" class="fnanchor">[98]</a></div> -<div class="verse">Yet like the Roman, who for want</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Of worlds—from war refrain’d;</div> -<div class="verse">Gotham’s changes and improvements,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Will with th’ world’s limits end.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_80" id="Footnote_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> Exchange steeple taken down, and the Exchange new fronted, 1794.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_81" id="Footnote_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> Dean Street and Mosley Street formed 1789, Blackett Street, -Albion Street and Albion Place, Collingwood Street, 1809-10, -<i>Forth Street, Orchard Street, Castle Street, &c. &c. 1811-12</i>.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_82" id="Footnote_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> Names of the streets first painted against the walls of each end -of the Streets, 1786.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_83" id="Footnote_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> The pants in Pilgrim Street removed, 1(Transcriber’s Note: the -rest of the digits of the year are missing from the original printing.).</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_84" id="Footnote_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> A new act proposed for lighting the suburbs, 1811-12.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_85" id="Footnote_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> Scale de Cross and White Cross taken down, 1807.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_86" id="Footnote_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> Butcher Market removed, 1807.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_87" id="Footnote_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> New battlements placed on the Castle, 1812.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_88" id="Footnote_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> Bridge widened.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_89" id="Footnote_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> The Quay enlarged opposite to the Exchange, 1811.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_90" id="Footnote_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> The Moot Hall pulled down, 1809.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_91" id="Footnote_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> New County Courts erected, 1811-12.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_92" id="Footnote_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> Infirmary enlarged, 1806.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_93" id="Footnote_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> Jubilee School built, 1810-11.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_94" id="Footnote_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> Carpenter’s Meeting House built at the Westgate, -1811-12.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_95" id="Footnote_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> Grand Stand built, 1800.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_96" id="Footnote_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> Bridge built over Pandon Dean, 1811-12.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_97" id="Footnote_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> Buildings in front of St Nicholas church pulled down, 1810-11.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_98" id="Footnote_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> The improvement of the Moor proposed, 1811-12.</p> - -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p>Some Years ago, while the band of musicians belonging to -the Newcastle Armed Association were practising in one -of the apartments of the Town’s Court, some person -stole the Sheriff’s gown, which gave rise to the following -verses:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">’Tis said that in the good old times</div> -<div class="verse">One <i>Orpheus</i> liv’d, a man of rhymes,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">And famous on the lyre:</div> -<div class="verse">Whene’er the poet sung, the trees</div> -<div class="verse">Rush’d from the mountains to the seas,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Or jumpt into the fire.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But mark what wonders fill our land,</div> -<div class="verse">When late th’ <i>Association-band</i></div> -<div class="verse indent2">In this illustrious town,</div> -<div class="verse">(For more than ancient fame renown’d)</div> -<div class="verse">Display’d their magic pow’rs of sound,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Off mov’d—<i>the Sheriff’s gown</i>!!!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span></p> - -<h2>THE ANTIGALLICAN PRIVATEER.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">On board of her with speed we’ll hie;</div> -<div class="verse">She’ll soon be fit to sail away;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">To the Antigallican haste away.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Haste away, haste away,</div> -<div class="verse indent3">To the Antigallican haste away.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For gold we’ll sail the ocean o’er,</div> -<div class="verse">From Britain’s isle to the French shore;</div> -<div class="verse">No ships from us shall run away;—</div> -<div class="verse">To the Antigallican haste away.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Haste away, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The Spaniards too, those cunning knaves,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll take their ships and make them slaves;</div> -<div class="verse">Till war’s declar’d we’ll never stay;</div> -<div class="verse">To the Antigallican haste away.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Haste away, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If we should meet with a galloon,</div> -<div class="verse">Our own we’ll make her very soon;</div> -<div class="verse">Then drums shall beat and music play—</div> -<div class="verse">To the Antigallican haste away.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Haste away, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Our country calls us all to arms,</div> -<div class="verse">To keep us safe from French alarms;</div> -<div class="verse">Then let us all her voice obey,</div> -<div class="verse">To the Antigallican haste away.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Haste away, &c.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">When we are rich, then home we’ll steer,</div> -<div class="verse">And enter Shields with many a cheer;</div> -<div class="verse">To meet our friends so blythe and gay;</div> -<div class="verse">To the Antigallican haste away.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Haste away, &c.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Charlotte’s Head then let’s repair,</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll be receiv’d with welcome there;</div> -<div class="verse">We’ll enter then without delay;</div> -<div class="verse">To the Antigallican haste away.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Haste away, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>A NEW SONG,<br /> -<i>On the Opening of Jarrow Colliery, 1803.</i></h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And of their Colliery at Jarrow;</div> -<div class="verse">Of coals that are good as e’er swam the flood,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For home consumption or far, O.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">They tell us, my friend, there’s coal at Walls-End,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Can scarcely meet with a marrow;</div> -<div class="verse">But let them come here, we’ll make it appear,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Coals were not then wrought at Jarrow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">There is Heaton Main, and Walker by name,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Known to most near and far, O;</div> -<div class="verse">I this will maintain in language that’s plain,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">There’s none that surpasseth Jarrow;</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Above the Tyne Bridge, its often been said,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Few with these can compare, O;</div> -<div class="verse">A good dog was Brag—but hold fast, my lad—</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Nothing they knew then of Jarrow!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To Temple and King, great wealth may they bring,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">From home consumption, or far, O;</div> -<div class="verse">May success attend, wherever they send</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Their coals, the produce of Jarrow.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">May overmen all, with great and the small,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Ne’er have occasion to sorrow!</div> -<div class="verse">May heart, hand, and head, procure them bread,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">For wives and children at Jarrow!</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Call another bowl to enliven our soul,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Temple we’ll drink and his marrow;</div> -<div class="verse">Three cheers we will give, cry, Long may they live!</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The prosp’rous owners of Jarrow.</div> -<div class="verse indent3">Call another bowl, &c.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="center"><i>East Rainton.</i></p> - -<p class="center">L——</p> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE PEACOCK AND THE HEN.</h2> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All the night over and over,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And all the night over again—</div> -<div class="verse">All the night over and over,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">The peacock follows the hen.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A hen’s a hungry dish,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A goose is hollow within;</div> -<div class="verse">There’s no deceit in a pudding;</div> -<div class="verse indent1">A pye’s a dainty thing.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<h2>THE TYNE,<br /> -<i>A FRAGMENT</i>.</h2> - -<p class="center">BY J.L.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Meand’ring sweet thy lucid stream—</div> -<div class="verse">Thy banks are woody, fertile, green,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Enliven’d by the solar beam.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy sons are healthy, blooming, strong,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thy daughters lovely as the spring;</div> -<div class="verse">They joyful trip the meads along,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Such joys doth sweet industry bring.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Adieu, sweet Tyne—a long adieu,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I now must leave thee far behind;</div> -<div class="verse">Yet tho’ secluded from my view,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Thoul’t dwell for ever in my mind.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span></p> - -<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> - -<table summary="Contents"> - <tr> - <td></td><td class="tdr"><i>Page</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whe’s like my Johnny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Like wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When unprovok’d, when foreign foes</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>John Diggons be I, from a Country Town</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians and Tartars</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, mun</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As me and my marrow was ganning to wark</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If I had another penny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hae ye heard o’ these wond’rous dons</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Baff week is o’er—no repining—</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span>On each market day, Sir, the folks on the Quay, Sir</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lads! myek a ring</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I was a young maiden truly</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My muse took flight the other day</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When war’s destructive rage did cease</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Attend to my summons, ye <i>British</i> Electors</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To sing some nymph in her cot</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When cooling zephyrs wanton play</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Cleret and Sherry</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who’s he that with great Mercury strides</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Great was the consternation, amazement and dismay, Sir</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As Neddy and Betty were walking along</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now fill a bumper to the brim</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I’m lonesome since I left Blyth camps</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come fill a bumper to the brim</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come cheer up my hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tho lofty bards sublimer sing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Royal Ge—e on new year’s day</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sir James Duncan and Co their kind compliments send</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Liddell, farewell! to all true Britons dear</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In hollow murmurs o’er the bending reeds</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of a’ the many bonny corps</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair freedom</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The plaint of a mourner, deep sorrow oppres’d with</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hey, Jacky, ma honey, hae ye seen the new money</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fra Benton Bank, to Benton town</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Perssye came byfore hys oste</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span>It fell and about the Lammas time</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Persé owt off Northomberlonde</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>God prosper long our noble king</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I have heard of a lilting, at our ewe’s milking</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From Spey to the border</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Twas he that rul’d his Country’s heart</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On July seventh, the suthe to say</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When we were silly sisters seven, sisters we were so fair</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There’s Roadley’s ‘cloud capt’ lofty hill</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sir Swinton was a doughty knight</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The king is gone from Bambrough Castle</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The kye are come hame</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_161"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come you lusty Northerne lads</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Here lies the corpse of William Bell</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wold you please to hear of a sang of dule</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Old Janus advances all cloathed in white</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The routing the earl of Mar’s forces</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Good people, give ear to the fatalest duel</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye muses nine, if ye think fit</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Good Master Moody</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The little priest of Felton</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There lives a lass in Felton town</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In second part I will declare</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>He’s gone! he’s gone</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On Saturday</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_196">196</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>God prosper long our noble king</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Callaly Castle stands on a height</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In Bedlington, there liv’d a fair</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_200">200</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The lady sat in leafy bow’r</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_202">202</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nought but some dæmon’s baleful step</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hoot awa’, lads hoot awa’</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ihon Redle that som tim did be</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_210">210</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh, have you seen the blushing rose</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A bonny swain blithe Sandy nam’d</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span>In Britain’s blest insland there runs a fine river</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now the feather’d train in each bush</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Apollo, your aid I request</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye sacred nine descend</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_218">218</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Unsullied mirth attend this feast</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To fertile soil and fragrant air</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O bonny Hobby Elliott</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Little wat ye wha’s coming</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_222">222</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mackintosh was a soldier brave</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The king has written a broad letter</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_225">225</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How mournful feeble Nature’s tone</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_225"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In former times where Hexham town doth stand</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_227">227</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_229">229</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The first of March, from Cockle Park</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Next day to the Thatchmeadows I</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Good fortune still attends the brave</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A fair reformation would render this nation</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_236">236</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The ploughman he comes home at night</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_237"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At Christmas when the wind blew cauld</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_238">238</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It happen’d at good Christmas tide</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>About the bush Willy</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_240">240</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I cannot get to my love if I should dee</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As I went to Newcastle</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_241"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I went to Black Heddon</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>John Thompson, just now</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of a Pitman we’ll sing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_243">243</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>All lovers of lucre may <span class="smcapuc">LAUD</span> the <i>Lord Mayor</i></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_245">245</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Northumberland lads are handsome squads</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_247">247</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_248">248</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>All men of high and low degree</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_250">250</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On travelling down Tweed-side</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Young Solomon, tir’d of a batchelors life</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_252">252</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There was five wives at Acomb</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_256">256</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now little Billy is gone to the kirk</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I was young and lusty</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_257"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span>Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_258">258</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_262">262</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come, brave spirits, that love Canary</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Upon the stately river Tees</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye Stockton lads and lasses too</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye freeholders of Stockton town</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Militia boys for my theme I now chuse</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_274">274</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Twas on a summer’s evening</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rookhope stands in a pleasant place</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_276">276</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come all the gallant brave wenches</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_283">283</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_283"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>You Sunderland lasses draw near</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_285">285</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Elsie Marley is grown so fine</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_285"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thro’ Durham County fam’d of old</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_287">287</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come all ye lads who wish to shine</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>And are ye sure the tale is true</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_288"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Durham’s old city thus salutes her king</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_291">291</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As aw was gannin to Durham</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While visiting this dark abode</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_292"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lov’d stream, that meanders along</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_293">293</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Its hey for the buff and the blue</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At home wad I be</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_296">296</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Its o but I ken well</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_296"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Up the raw, ma bonny hinny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If you want a busom</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Up the Butcher bank</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_300"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My laddie sits owre late up</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>They’ve prest my dear Johnny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_301"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s to be wed</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Old <i>Jarrow</i>, long fam’d for monastical lore</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The sailors are all at the bar</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span>We’ll all away to the Lowlights</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_306"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Six centeries since, some say, a son of South Seaton</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>God prosper long our <i>warlike</i> king</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_309">309</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is not in the world’s terraqueous round</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_310">310</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whence those <i>cries</i>, my soul that harrow</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_312">312</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Bout Lunnun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_314">314</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Croney its now near thirty year</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_316">316</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis said that in the good old times</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_320">320</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_321">321</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>All the night over and over</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_322">322</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_322"><i>ib.</i></a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 180px;"> -<img src="images/footer-finis.jpg" width="180" height="200" alt="" /> -<p class="caption"><i>Finis</i></p> -</div> - -<p class="titlepage">FROM THE PRESS OF<br /> -M. ANGUS AND SON, NEWCASTLE.</p> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span></p> - -<h2>INDEX.</h2> - -<table summary="Index"> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">A</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td></td><td class="tdr"><i>Page</i></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As me and my marrow was ganning to wark</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Attend to my summons, ye <i>British</i> Electors</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At Neddy and Betty were walking along</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A bonny swain, blithe Sandy nam’d</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Apollo, your aid I request</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A fair reformation would render this nation</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_236">236</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At Christmas when the wind blew cauld</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_238">238</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>About the bush Willy</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_240">240</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As I went to Newcastle</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>All lovers of lucre may <span class="smcapuc">LAUD</span> the <i>Lord Mayor</i></td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_245">245</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_248">248</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>All men of high and low degree</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_250">250</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>And are ye sure the tale is true</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>As aw was gannin to Durham</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>At home wad I be</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_296">296</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>All the night over and over</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_322">322</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">B</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_228">228</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_283">283</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Bout Lunaun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_314">314</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">C</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span>Come fill a bumper to the brim</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come cheer up my hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair freedom</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come you lusty Northerne lads</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Callaly Castle stands on a height</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_258">258</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come, brave spirits, that love Canary</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come all the gallant brave wenches</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Come all ye lads who wish to shine</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_288">288</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Croney its now near thirty year</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_316">316</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">D</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_229">229</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Durham’s old city thus salutes her king</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_291">291</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">E</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Elsie Marley is grown so fine</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_285">285</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">F</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Fra Beaton Bank, to Benton town</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>From Spey to the border</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">G</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Great was the consternation, amazement and dismay, Sir</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>God prosper long our noble king</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Good people, give ear to the fatalest duel</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Good Master Moody</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>God prosper long our noble king</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_197">197</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Good fortune still attends the brave</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>God prosper long our <i>warlike</i> king</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_309">309</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">H</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, man</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hae ye heard o’ these wondr’ous dons</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hey, Jacky, ma honey, hae ye seen the new money</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Here lies the corpse of William Bell</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>He’s gone! he’s gone</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Hoot awa’, lads hoot awa’</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>How mournful feeble Nature’s tone</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_225">225</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">I</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span>If I had another penny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I was a young maiden truly</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I’m lonesome since I left Blyth camps</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In hollow murmurs o’er the bending reeds</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It fell and about the Lammas time</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I have heard of a lilting, at our ewe’s milking</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In second part I will declare</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In Bedlington, there liv’d a fair</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_200">200</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ihon Redle that som tim did be</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_210">210</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In Britain’s blest insland there runs a fine river</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In former times where Hexham town doth stand</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_227">227</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>It happen’d at good Christmas tide</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I cannot get to my love if I should dee</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I went to Black Heddon</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I was young and lusty</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_283">283</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Its hey for the buff and the blue</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Its O but I ken well</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_296">296</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>If you want a busom</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">J</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>John Diggons be I, from a Country Town</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>John Thompson, just now</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">L</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Like wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lads! myek a ring</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Liddell, farewell! to all true Britons dear</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Little wat ye wha’s coming</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_222">222</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Lov’d stream, that meanders along</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_293">293</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">M</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My muse took flight the other day</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Mackintosh was a soldier brave</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Militia boys for my theme I now chuse</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_274">274</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>My laddie sits owre late up</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">N</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now fill a bumper to the brim</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Nought but some demon’s baleful step</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now the feather’d train in each bush</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_216">216</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span>Next day to the Thatchmeadows I</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Northumberland lads are handsome squads</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_247">247</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Now little Billy is gone to the kirk</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_257">257</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s to be<br /> -wed</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_302">302</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">O</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On each market day, Sir, the folks on the Quay, Sir</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Cleret and Sherry</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of a’ the many bonny corps</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On July seventh, the suthe to say</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_143">143</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On Saturday</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_196">196</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O bonny Hobby Elliott</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Old Janus advances all cloathed in white</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_171">171</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Oh, have you seen the blushing rose</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of a Pitman we’ll sing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On travelling down Tweed-side</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_262">262</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Old <i>Jarrow</i>, long fam’d for monastical lore</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_304">304</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_321">321</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_322">322</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">R</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Rookhope stands in a pleasant place</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_276">276</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">S</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sir James Duncan and Co. their kind compliments send</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sir Swinton was a doughty knight</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_243">243</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_300">300</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Six centeries since, some say, a son of South Seaton</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_307">307</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">T</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians and Tartars</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span>The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Baff week is o’er—no repining—</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To sing some nymph in her cot</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Tho’ lofty bards sublimer sing</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The plaint of a mourner, deep sorrow oppres’d with</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Perssye came byfore hys oste</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Persé owt off Northomberlonde</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Twas he that rul’d his Country’s heart</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There’s Roadley’s ‘cloud capt’ lofty hill</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150">150</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The king is gone from Bambrough Castle</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The kye are come hame</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The routing the earl of Mar’s forces</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The little priest of Felton</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There lives a lass in Felton town</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The lady sat in leafy bow’r</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_202">202</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>To fertile soil and fragrant air</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The king has written a broad letter</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_225">225</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The first of March, from Cockle Park</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The ploughman he comes home at night</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There was five wives at Acomb</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_256">256</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Twas on a summer’s evening</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_275">275</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Thro’ Durham County fam’d of old</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_287">287</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>They’ve prest my dear Johnny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_301">301</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The sailors are all at the bar</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>There is not in the world’s terraqueous round</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_310">310</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>’Tis said that in the good old times</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_319">319</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_320">320</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">U</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Unsullied mirth attend this feast</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_219">219</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Upon the stately river Tees</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_265">265</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Up the raw, ma bonny hinny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_297">297</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Up the Butcher bank</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">W</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whe’s like my Johnny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When unprovok’d, when foreign foes</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span>When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When war’s destructive rage did cease</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When cooling zephyrs wanton play</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Who’s he that with great Mercury strides</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Royal Ge—e on new year’s day</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When we were silly sisters seven, sisters we were so fair</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Wold you please to hear of a sang of dule</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_166">166</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_290">290</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>While visiting this dark abode</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_292">292</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>We’ll all away to the Lowlights</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_306">306</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Whence those <i>cries</i>, my soul that harrow</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_312">312</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td colspan="2" class="tdc">Y</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye muses nine, if ye think fit</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye sacred nine descend</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_218">218</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Young Solomon, tir’d of a batchelors life</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_252">252</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye Stockton lads and lasses too</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_267">267</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye freeholders of Stockton town</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_271">271</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>You Sunderland lasses draw near</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_284">284</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td>Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_285">285</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - 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