Ancient Poems [80]
the only cause of my sorrow, grief, and woe!'
Then he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her flowing eyes, - 'Leave off those lamentations, likewise those mournful cries; Leave of your grief and sorrow, while I march o'er the plain, WE'LL BE MARRIED when I return again.'
'O now my love has listed, and I for him will rove, I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove, Where the huntsman he does hollow, and the hounds do sweetly cry, TO REMIND ME of my ploughboy until the day I die.'
Ballad: OLD ADAM.
[WE have had considerable trouble in procuring a copy of this old song, which used, in former days, to be very popular with aged people resident in the North of England. It has been long out of print, and handed down traditionally. By the kindness, however, of Mr. S. Swindells, printer, Manchester, we have been favoured with an ancient printed copy, which Mr. Swindells observes he had great difficulty in obtaining. Some improvements have been made in the present edition from the recital of Mr. Effingham Wilson, who was familiar with the song in his youth.]
BOTH sexes give ear to my fancy, While in praise of dear woman I sing; Confined not to Moll, Sue, or Nancy, But mates from a beggar to king.
When old Adam first was created, And lord of the universe crowned, His happiness was not completed, Until that an helpmate was found.
He'd all things in food that were wanting To keep and support him through life; He'd horses and foxes for hunting, Which some men love better than wife.
He'd a garden so planted by nature, Man cannot produce in his life; But yet the all-wise great Creator Still saw that he wanted a wife.
Then Adam he laid in a slumber, And there he lost part of his side; And when he awoke, with a wonder, Beheld his most beautiful bride!
In transport he gazed upon her, His happiness now was complete! He praised his bountiful donor, Who thus had bestowed him a mate.
She was not took out of his head, sir, To reign and triumph over man; Nor was she took out of his feet, sir, By man to be trampled upon.
But she was took out of his side, sir, His equal and partner to be; But as they're united in one, sir, The man is the top of the tree.
Then let not the fair be despised By man, as she's part of himself; For woman by Adam was prized More than the whole globe full of wealth.
Man without a woman's a beggar, Suppose the whole world he possessed; And the beggar that's got a good woman, With more than the world he is blest.
Ballad: TOBACCO.
[THIS song is a mere adaptation of SMOKING SPIRITUALIZED; see ANTE, p. 39. The earliest copy of the abridgment we have been able to meet with, is published in D'Urfey's PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY, 1719; but whether we are indebted for it to the author of the original poem, or to 'that bright genius, Tom D'Urfey,' as Burns calls him, we are not able to determine. The song has always been popular. The tune is in POPULAR MUSIC.]
TOBACCO'S but an Indian weed, Grows green in the morn, cut down at eve; It shows our decay, We are but clay; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!
The pipe that is so lily white, Wherein so many take delight, It's broken with a touch, - Man's life is such; Think of this when you take tobacco!
The pipe that is so foul within, It shows man's soul is stained with sin; It doth require To be purred with fire; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!
The dust that from the pipe doth fall, It shows we are nothing but dust at all; For we came from the dust, And return we must; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!
The ashes that are left behind, Do serve to put us all in mind That unto dust Return we must; Think of this when you take tobacco!
The smoke that does so high ascend, Shows that man's life must have an end; The vapour's gone, - Man's life is done; Think of this when you take tobacco!
Ballad: THE SPANISH LADIES.
[THIS song is ancient, but we have no means of ascertaining at what period it was written. Captain Marryat, in his novel of POOR JACK,
Then he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe her flowing eyes, - 'Leave off those lamentations, likewise those mournful cries; Leave of your grief and sorrow, while I march o'er the plain, WE'LL BE MARRIED when I return again.'
'O now my love has listed, and I for him will rove, I'll write his name on every tree that grows in yonder grove, Where the huntsman he does hollow, and the hounds do sweetly cry, TO REMIND ME of my ploughboy until the day I die.'
Ballad: OLD ADAM.
[WE have had considerable trouble in procuring a copy of this old song, which used, in former days, to be very popular with aged people resident in the North of England. It has been long out of print, and handed down traditionally. By the kindness, however, of Mr. S. Swindells, printer, Manchester, we have been favoured with an ancient printed copy, which Mr. Swindells observes he had great difficulty in obtaining. Some improvements have been made in the present edition from the recital of Mr. Effingham Wilson, who was familiar with the song in his youth.]
BOTH sexes give ear to my fancy, While in praise of dear woman I sing; Confined not to Moll, Sue, or Nancy, But mates from a beggar to king.
When old Adam first was created, And lord of the universe crowned, His happiness was not completed, Until that an helpmate was found.
He'd all things in food that were wanting To keep and support him through life; He'd horses and foxes for hunting, Which some men love better than wife.
He'd a garden so planted by nature, Man cannot produce in his life; But yet the all-wise great Creator Still saw that he wanted a wife.
Then Adam he laid in a slumber, And there he lost part of his side; And when he awoke, with a wonder, Beheld his most beautiful bride!
In transport he gazed upon her, His happiness now was complete! He praised his bountiful donor, Who thus had bestowed him a mate.
She was not took out of his head, sir, To reign and triumph over man; Nor was she took out of his feet, sir, By man to be trampled upon.
But she was took out of his side, sir, His equal and partner to be; But as they're united in one, sir, The man is the top of the tree.
Then let not the fair be despised By man, as she's part of himself; For woman by Adam was prized More than the whole globe full of wealth.
Man without a woman's a beggar, Suppose the whole world he possessed; And the beggar that's got a good woman, With more than the world he is blest.
Ballad: TOBACCO.
[THIS song is a mere adaptation of SMOKING SPIRITUALIZED; see ANTE, p. 39. The earliest copy of the abridgment we have been able to meet with, is published in D'Urfey's PILLS TO PURGE MELANCHOLY, 1719; but whether we are indebted for it to the author of the original poem, or to 'that bright genius, Tom D'Urfey,' as Burns calls him, we are not able to determine. The song has always been popular. The tune is in POPULAR MUSIC.]
TOBACCO'S but an Indian weed, Grows green in the morn, cut down at eve; It shows our decay, We are but clay; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!
The pipe that is so lily white, Wherein so many take delight, It's broken with a touch, - Man's life is such; Think of this when you take tobacco!
The pipe that is so foul within, It shows man's soul is stained with sin; It doth require To be purred with fire; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!
The dust that from the pipe doth fall, It shows we are nothing but dust at all; For we came from the dust, And return we must; Think of this when you smoke tobacco!
The ashes that are left behind, Do serve to put us all in mind That unto dust Return we must; Think of this when you take tobacco!
The smoke that does so high ascend, Shows that man's life must have an end; The vapour's gone, - Man's life is done; Think of this when you take tobacco!
Ballad: THE SPANISH LADIES.
[THIS song is ancient, but we have no means of ascertaining at what period it was written. Captain Marryat, in his novel of POOR JACK,