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Where fwectly the horn
Call’d me up in the morn,
Ere I trufted to thecarpenterandtheinconftant wind,
That made me for to go and leave my dear behind.
At laft fafe I landed, and in a whole fidn.
Nor'did 1 make any long Hay,
Ere f found by a friera,. I ax'd for my kin.
Father dead an;! my wife ran away !
Ah w’ o but thyfelf. faid I haft thou to blame ?
Wivedofing their hufb ndsoft lots their good name.
Ah ( why did l roam
When lo happy at home,
I could fow I could reap.
Ere I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep;
When fo (weedy the horn
CaTd me up in the morn,
Curfe light upon the carpenter and the inconftant
wind
Th^t made me for to go aad leave my dear behind.
Why if thu he the cafe, (aid the very fame fri«d,
A«d you re>rt no more minded to roam,
Gies a fhakc by the lift, ali yotir care’* at an end
Dad’s alive and your wife’* (ate at home;
Stark daring *ith joy, I leapt cut of my fsiu,
Bufs’d my wife, mother, fiftai, and all of my kin,
Now cried I let them roam
Who want a good home,
I am well fo I’ll keep.
Nor again leave my plough to go ploughing the
deep;
Oik e raoi e fivall the horn
Call me up in the morn.
Nor dial! any damn’d carpenter, nor the inconftant
wind.
Ere tempt me for to go and leave my dear behind'
Call’d me up in the morn,
Ere I trufted to thecarpenterandtheinconftant wind,
That made me for to go and leave my dear behind.
At laft fafe I landed, and in a whole fidn.
Nor'did 1 make any long Hay,
Ere f found by a friera,. I ax'd for my kin.
Father dead an;! my wife ran away !
Ah w’ o but thyfelf. faid I haft thou to blame ?
Wivedofing their hufb ndsoft lots their good name.
Ah ( why did l roam
When lo happy at home,
I could fow I could reap.
Ere I left my poor plough to go ploughing the deep;
When fo (weedy the horn
CaTd me up in the morn,
Curfe light upon the carpenter and the inconftant
wind
Th^t made me for to go aad leave my dear behind.
Why if thu he the cafe, (aid the very fame fri«d,
A«d you re>rt no more minded to roam,
Gies a fhakc by the lift, ali yotir care’* at an end
Dad’s alive and your wife’* (ate at home;
Stark daring *ith joy, I leapt cut of my fsiu,
Bufs’d my wife, mother, fiftai, and all of my kin,
Now cried I let them roam
Who want a good home,
I am well fo I’ll keep.
Nor again leave my plough to go ploughing the
deep;
Oik e raoi e fivall the horn
Call me up in the morn.
Nor dial! any damn’d carpenter, nor the inconftant
wind.
Ere tempt me for to go and leave my dear behind'
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| Chapbooks printed in Scotland > Murders > Five excellent new songs > (5) |
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| Description | Monro's tragedy, The lucky escape, The lady's love with an apprentic [sic] boy, The Irish boy, One bottle more. |
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| Description | Over 3,000 chapbooks published in Scotland in the 18th and 19th centuries. Subjects include courtship, humour, occupations, fairs, apparitions, war, politics, crime, executions, Jacobites, transvestites, and freemasonry. Chapbooks are small booklets of 8, 12, 16 and 24 pages, often illustrated with crude woodcuts. Produced cheaply and sold by peddlars on the streets, they formed the staple reading material of the common people, along with broadsides. |
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