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Pardon Came Too Late, She was Bred in Old Kentucky, You Can't Put an Old Head on the Shoulders of a Child, and Just Like the Ivy, I'll Cling to You
The first ballad begins: 'A fair-haired boy in a foreign land at sunrise was to die ; / In a prison cell he sat alone, from his heart there came a sigh'. The second ballad begins: 'As a lad I stood one day by a cottage far away, / And to me that day all nature seemed more grand'. The third ballad reads: 'To spare the rod will spoil the child, I've often heard people / say'. The fourth ballad begins: 'Grand-dad sat at evenfall / 'Neath the dear old garden wall'.
Parody on Laird o' Cockpen
This ballad begins: 'The Laird o' Cockpen he's puir and he's duddy / Wi' daidling and drinking his head is aye muddy / But he was determined to hae a bit wife, / Although shs [she] should vex him the rest o' his life'.
Parody on M'Gregor's Gathering
This ballad begins: 'While there's beef in the pat, / And there's soup in the brae, / There's twenty four hours, / In a nicht and a' day'. A 'pat' translates as a 'pot' in English. 'Brae' normally means 'hill', as this is a nonsense song it could possibly be meant as a joke. It was published by the Poet's Box of Dundee and sold for a penny.
Parody on the Lammy and Black-eyed Susan
As this broadside contains two separate ballads, the chapmen would have sold the sheet as a special offer of two for the price of one. The opening line of the first ballad reads: 'O whar hae you been a' day, creeshie soutar Johnnie'. The opening line of the second ballad reads: 'All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd'. 'Cresshie' means 'greasy'.
Parody on the Sailor's Grave
This ballad begins: 'The fight was far, far from the land, / When the bravest of our gallant band / Grew deadly pale and weaned away / From a shillelagh's top on an autumn day.' It was to be sung to the tune 'The Sailor's Grave'. The broadside was priced at one penny and published on Saturday, 2nd May 1863. The publisher was the Poet's Box, but the town of publication has been obscured, but was probably Glasgow.
Pastoral Poem betwixt Samuel and Cuddie
This ballad begins: 'WHat News, Friend Cuddie, how's your bonny Flock? / Death, fatal Death's giv'n mine a heavy Strock! / Now frae the bieldy Glens, and Velvet Lees, / Where I've been glad, a Pleasure quickly flees.'
This ballad begins: 'Ye Muses nine with me combine, assist my slender quill, / And my weary notions at every line [I] fill, / My name is Pat M'Guire how can I conceal, / By the cruelties of Mary Keys I lie in Lifford Jail.' It was published by James Lindsay of 9 King Street, Glasgow, and includes a woodcut illustration of a group of well-dressed individuals surrounding a clergyman.
The verse begins: 'Ye Muses nine with me combine, / Assist my slender quill, / I hope you'll pay attention, / To every line I fill; / My name is Pat McGuire, / How can I it conceal, / By the cruelty of Mary Caze, / I lie in Lifford Jail.' In other versions of this ballad Pat McGuire appears as Pat Maguire, and Mary Caze is referred to as Mary Kays or Mary Keys.
This ballad begins: 'Ye sunny lands, beyond the main, / Where plenty smiles in store; / Thy charms may tempt our roving sons / To leave their native shore.' The author of this ballad was James Kirkwood, who appears to have lived in Garth, which is near Denny in Stirlingshire.
Pat's Opinion of Garibaldi
This ballad begins: 'Now since you've call'd me for a song / If you will give attention, / General Garibaldi is the theme, / To you I'm going to mention.' The chorus reads: 'I was never fond of telling lies, / My name is Pat M'Salday, / He was afraid of our Irish boys, / Was General Garibaldi.'
Pearl of the Irish Nation
This ballad begins: 'HArd was my Lot for to be shot / By Cupits Cunning Arrows, / Both Night and Day I fall away, / Through perfit grief and Sorrow, / To the Hills and Deals I oft Reveal, / And breaths forth my Lamentation, / Which I endure for that Virgin pure, / The pearel of the Irish Nation.' The text above the title reads, 'An Excellent new Song lately composed'.
Perished the Pack
Verse 1 begins: 'In the days of my youth when I travelled the kintra, / Bare in my rumple the wearifu' packs, / Frae the east neuk o' Fife to the cauld hills o' Fintry'. There are no publication details given, but this is one of two songs - printed by James Lindsay - on this sheet.
Peter's Picture for a Bawbee
Verse 1: 'SIR Peter Curlew - we maun reason wi' you, / Ye meddle sae sair an' sae aft wi' the Frees, / And were ye review'd and as keenly pursu'd, / We'll tell you what we wad discern if ye please. / Amidst a' your cunnin' an' science in punin', / Your stock o' impudence an' columns o' lies, / We come to the sequal - ye hinna an equal / Mair greedy an gabby to gather Bawbees.' The sheet carries no publication details.
Pil to Tonny Ashton; or, The Play-house Puld Down
This ballad begins: 'O MY Blood boiles, my Spirit's all in fire; / Passion's in pomp, nor can the Flames flly higher: / To sie my Native Countrey gone, / And English dreg lay on the fun'ral stone'. An annotation at the bottom of the sheet suggests that this broadside was published in Edinburgh on the 10th of April, 1728. The price and publisher are not noted.
Piper John, Or Bottom's Lament
This political ballad begins: 'OLD Leith and Portobello / Had once a snivelling fellow, / All in the parliament, sir, / Their cause to represent, sir, / Whose name was Piper John.' A note below the title states that the ballad should be sung to the tune, 'Buxom Joan of Deptford'. Although there are no publication details included on this sheet, the reference to Francis Jeffrey suggests that it was almost certainly published in Edinburgh during the 1830s.
Poem on the Much to be Lamented Death of Captain Chiefly and Lieutenant Moody
This poem begins: 'O! Now my Muse Dramatick Stand Aside, / Let Tears for Commas Clausulas divide. / Let deepest Sorrow Dictate every Word, / Each Sentence Savor of the Fatal Sword. / Joy quite forgot, let no such Thing be here, / Sound sad Quaerelas O ye Tragick Quier. / Sad is the Thame, change now your Nots ye Nine, / Let Doolful Echos Treeble every Line.'
Poems to the Praise of Most of the Nobility in the Kingdom of Scotland
This piece begins: 'The Duke of Hamilton he Rides up and down / To the Court but cannot Prevail, / The way is so rough, that he cannot win through, / Good Day to my Lord Lawderdale'. At the bottom is noted that the sheet was first printed in 1678, but this reprint dates from 1718.
Verse 1 begins: 'To view the scenes of Nature, I / Have travelled far and wide'. The text preceding this reads: 'BY JOHN MACMILLAN, / PROFESSOR OF POETRY, ORATORY, AND TEACHER OF ELOCUTION. / DEDICATED / TO THE GENTLEMAN, THE LAND PROPRIETORS ON THE / BANKS OF GIRVAN WATER. / TUNE - "The Traveller's Return."'
Pointed and Poetic Appeal to the People!
This ballad begins: 'Will the people submit to the horrid disgrace, / Than which I can't fancy a greater, / Of a Member whose nose is agee on his face, / (And his principles not one whit straighter;)'. 'Agee' in this instance means 'crooked'. A woodcut illustration of a carriage pulled by a team of horses decorates the top of this sheet.
Poor Discharged Soldier
Verse 1: 'Gather round me one an' all, great and small, short and tall, / Till you hear the sad down fall of the poor soldier boy. / That has fought by land and sea, night and day far away, / For thirteenpence a day, says the poor soldier boy.' The sheet carries no publication details. It is illustrated with a woodcut of a Highland soldier.
Poor Drunkard's Child
Verse 1: 'In taking of my walks on a cold winter's day, / Thro' the fields and the lanes I wended my way, / Till I arrived at a hovel both rustic and wild, / I heard a voice say, I'm a poor drunkard's child.' The broadside was published by James Lindsay of 9 King Street, Glasgow. It does not carry a price or a date of publication.
Poor Forsaken Village Maid
Verse 1: 'A VILLAGE maid she sat weeping / She thought of happy days gone by, / And as her darling babe lay sleeping / A tear fell gently from her eye. / She tho ught of home and her deceiver / Poor girl by him she was betrayed, / She's left alone now broken hearted, The poor forsaken village maid.'
Poor Irish Stranger
This ballad begins: 'Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger, / That wanders so far from his home, / That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, / That knows not from which way for to roam.' It was published by James Lindsay of 9 King Street, Glasgow, and probably sold for one penny.
Poor Man's Tatties Back Again
Verse 1: 'Ye working men come join with me, / And let us sing with mirth and glee; / For noo the sang I'm gaun to sing, / Is the poor man's tatties back again - / For since the year of forty-twa, / The tattie rotted frae the shaw, / which caused baith muckle grief and pain, / But noo the tatties back again.' The sheet contains no publication details.
Poor Mary of the Wild Moor
This ballad begins: ''Twas one cold winter's night; when the wind / Blew bitterly 'cross the wild moor, / When poor Mary came with her child / Wandering home to her own father's door'. No publication details are on the sheet. A woodcut of a woman and child feeding birds decorates the top of the sheet.
Poor Nancy Young
This ballad begins: 'Dark and dismal is this night, / Ah! when will morning come? / Ah! where's my lover gone to-night? / And left me all alone?' This ballad was sung to the tune of 'Alice Gray'.
Poor Old Jeff
This ballad begins: 'Twas just one year ago today / That I remember well / I sat down by dear Nelly's side / And a story she did tell . . . ' Below the title we are told that 'This popular song can always be had at the Poet's Box, OVERGATE, DUNDEE'.
Poor Old Jeff
Verse 1 begins: ''Twas just one year ago to-day, / That I remember well, / I sat down by dear Nelly's side'. This song was to be sung to its original tune and would have cost a penny to buy. It was published by the Poet's Box but the accompanying address has been burnt out of the sheet. It was issued on Saturday 1st October, 1870.
Pop Goes the Weasel
This popular song begins: 'Now all the girls are going mad, / For pop goes the weasel, / And the finest tune we ever had, / Is pop goes the weasel.' It was published by James Lindsay of 9 King Street, Glasgow, and probably sold for one penny.
Praise of the Weavers
This ballad begins: 'O Vow was there ever seen, / So many Weavers stout and keen / With Cluted Coats and riven Shoon / at Geordie Malice Brithel.' The text preceeding it reads: 'TO THE / Praise of the Weavers / GIVING AN / Account of their behaviour at a Wedding in Elgin of Murray. / to its own proper Tune.'