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Queen Mary's 

To which are added, 




The Sailor s Return. 

Published and Sold,. Wholesale and Retail, 
by R. Hutchison, Bookseller, 
19, SaltmarJcet, 



I uiDg and lament me in vain, 

these walls can but echo my moan, 

Alas; it increases my pain, 

when I think on the days that are gcme 

Through the gate of my prison I sec, 
the birds as they wanton in air, 

My heart how it pants to be free, 
my looks they are wild with dispair* 

Above, though opprest by my fate, 
I burn with contempt for my foes. 

Though fortune has alter'd my state, 
she ne'er can subdue me to those. 

False woman, in ages to come, 

thy malice detested shall be. 
And when we are cold in the tomb, 

some heart will still sorrow for me. 

Ye roofs where cold damps and dismay, 
with silence and solitude dwell, 

Mow comfortless passes the day ? 
h©w sadly tolU the evening bell: 


TH« owls from the battlement cry, 

hollow winds seem to murmur arotia^, 

O Mary ! prepare thee to die, 

my blood it runs cold at the sounds 

The orange And BLUE- 
IT was on a^Mondsy morning, 

as I was going to MnisS, 
I had no mind of iisling, 

until they did me press: 
Bad company enticed me to 

partake of a full flowing bowl, 
And the advance money they g»ve mo, 

was a guinea and a crown* 

O ! my dearest dear he is listed, 

and ta^en a white cockade, 
O ! he is a clever fellow, 

besides he's a roving blade* 
Sure he is a clever fellow, 

and is gone to serve the King; 
My very heart is a bleeding 

all for the love ©f him. 

It was on a monday "morning, 

just by the break of day, 
The Captain commanded the Leutenaat, 

to march those m^en away. 


He marcli'd them all in rank and file, 

all on the Irish shore. 
Fare you well sweet Molly dear, 

if 1 never see you more. 

He puird out his pocket- kerchief, 

and wip'd her christal eyes. 
He says, My dearest jewel, 

I'm sorry for your sighs. 
But if ever I come back again, 

and* all goodness spares my life. 
There is not a woman breathing, 

but you 111 make my wife. 

My dear, I will convoy you, 

as far a»s sweet Straban, 
My dearest. Til convoy you 

as far as e'er I cat), 
My hand I never v/ill give 

to any man but ycu, 
And now you're going to leave me 

for the Orange and the Blue. 

He's gone, he's gone, and left me, 

behind him for to rove, 
His name I'll carve on every tree, 

through Belanamurry grove, 
Please God that he return again 

and his consort make me, 
rU prove a faithful loving wife, 

until the day I die. 


O Mirk, mirk is this midnight hour. 
And loud^s the tempes't roar ; 
- A waefu' wanderer seeks thy tow'r, 
Lord Gregor, ope thy door. 

An exile frae her father's ha', 

And a' for loving thee; 
At least some pity on me shaw, 

If love it may na be. 

Lord Gregory, mind'st thou not the grove 

By bonnie Irwine-side, 
Where first I own'd that virgin-love 

I lang, lang had denied. 

How aften didst thou pledge and vow, 

Thou wad for ay be mine; 
And thy fond heart, itsel' sae true. 

It ne'er mistrusted thine 

Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory, 
And flinty is thy breast : ' ^ 

Thou dart of heav'n that flashest by, 
O wilt thou give me rest! 

Ye mu^teritrg thunders, from above, 

Your willing victim see ! 
But spare and pardon my fause lovcj 

His wrangs to heaven and me ! 



Im winter when the rain rainM ca^ild, 

And frost and snaw cn ilka hiil. 
And Boreas, wi' his blasts &ae bauld. 

Was threatening a' our kye to kill: 
ITien Bel!, my wife, wha lo'es nae strife, 

She said to me right hastily, 
Okpt up gudeman, save Croinie's life 

And tak' your aulJ cloke about ye. 

O Bell why dost thou flyte and scorn? 

Thou kens my cloke is very thin: 
It is sae bare and overworn, 

A cricket thereon canna rin ; 
Then Til nae mair barrow nor lend, 

For I'll ance mair apparelPd be, 
To-morrow Til to the town and spend 

And ril hae a new cloke about i»€. 

My Cromic is an useful cow. 

And she is come of a good kin', 
Aft has she wat the bairns' m >u', 

And I am iaith that she should tine; 
Get up, gudeman; it is fi)u time. 

The sun shines in the lift sae hie; 
^oth never made a gracious end, 

Gae vakVyour auld cloke about ye. 

My cloke was once a gude grey cloke. 
When it was fitting for my wear; 


Btit now Its scantly worth a groat, 
For I ha'e worn't this thretty yean 

Lct^s spend the gear that we hae won, 
We little ken the day we'll die : 

Then Til be proud, since I hae sworn 
To hae a new eloke abDut me. 

In days when our King Robert rang, 

His trows they coast but ha'f a crown,. 
He said thy were a groat o'er dear. 

And ca'd the tailor thief and loun ; 
He was a king that wore a crown. 

And thou'rta man oflaigh degree; 
^Tis pride brings a' the kintra down, 

Sae tak' thy auld cloke about thee. 

Every land has its ain laugh. 

Ilk kind o' corn has its ain hool ; 
I think the warld is a' run rang, 

When ilka wife her man wad rule t 
Do ye not see Rob, Jock, and Hab 

How they are girded gallantly, 
While I sit hurklin in the ase? 

I'll hae a new cloke about me. 

Gudeman, I wat 'tis thretty years, 

Since we did ane anither ken ; 
And we hae had between us twa, 

0 lads and bonny lassies ten : 
Kow, they are women grown and n>en^ 

1 wish and pray weel may they be ; 


And if you prove a good husband, 
E'en tak' your auld cloke about ye. 

Bell, my wife, she lo'ei nae strife 

But she will guide me if she can ; 
And, to maintain an easy life, 

I aft maun yield, though Vm gudeman. 
Nought's to be won at woffian's hand, 

Unless ye gi'e her a' the plea; 
Then I'll leave afF where I began, 

And tak' my auld cloke about me* 


BEHOLD from many a hostile shore. 
And all the dangers of the main, 

Where billows mount, aud tempests roar. 
Your faithful Tom retnrns again ; 

Returns, and with him brings a heart 
That ne'er from Sally shall depart. 

Afte-r long toils and troubles past, 
How sweet to trade our native soil, 

With conquest to return at last? 

And deck our sweethearts with the spoil ! 

No one to beauty should pretend, 

But such as dare its right defend.