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" Ai her wheel the village maiden sings.
" A country lip may have the velvet touch.
Though she's no lady, she may please as much.
*' Bool^s are both our luxuries and
our daily bread."
A COLLECTION OF SONGS
(n 84- 179 3.)
jÂ£ D i ti b u r ci b :
E. & G. GOLDSMID.
^-^ OF THFi
' Inter Folia Frttctiis.
RIFLES LIGHT AS
By Song 'â– 'is anger forgotten, t lie Devil driven
aivay, and inelane/ioly and evil tliozights are
â€” Â»5<^^c â€”
^^^HE four small collections here
^^^ reprinted have become extremely
rare, and consequently no apolo-
gies are needed for their reproduction.
The Volume contains â€”
1. The Bishopric Garland, or Durham
Minstrel, which first appeared in 1784,
and, again, enlarged in 1792.
2. The Yorkshire Garland, published
3. The Northumberland Garland, dated
4. The North Country Chorister, issued
The early editions were all very
poorly printed. It is hoped that the pre-
sent Volume will be found sufficiently
artistic to please even the author ot
"Who Spoils our New English Books?"
Relating to the above County full of agreeable
variety and pleasant mirth.
Printed by R. Christopher.
Licensed and entered according to order.
â€” Â»>-8e^= â€”
â€¢JM UMBERS I, 2, 6, 9, 15, and 16 of the
following index were omitted in the edition
of 1792, which at first only contained ten songs,
hut afterwards numbers 17 and 18, noiin the first
edition, were added.
The Durham Garland .
The Barnard Castle Trai^^edy
Stockton's Commendation .
A New Song in Praise of Stockton
for 1764 ....
The New Way of Stockton's Com
mendation . . . _
Stockton's Commendation (a New
The Hare-Skin, by Geo. Knight
Limbo. By the same Authour
The Launching of the Strickland
By the same . . . .
The Yorkshire Volunteers' Fare
well to Stockton
The Sedgfield Frolic .
XII. The Pleasuies of Sunderland . 59
XIII. The Frolicsome Old Women of
Sunderland ; or, the Disap-
pointed VounLj Maidens . . 61
XIV. A New Song made on Alice Marley 63
XV, A New Song in Praise of the
DurliAm Militia , . , 65
XVI, The Lass of Cockerton , â– 68
XVII, Rookhope Ryde .... 70
XVIII, Lamentation on the Death of Sir
Robert de Nevjll, Lord of Raby,
in 1282 79
^^ OF THE
Z\)C Durbam Garlanb.
A Worthy lord of %-ast estate,
Who did in Durham dwell of late;
But I will not declare his name,
By reason of his birth and fame.
But if you the truth would know,
This lord he did a hunting go,
He had indeed a noble train.
Of lords, and knights, and gentlemen.
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Unto fam'd Yorkshire he would ride,
With all his gallants by his side.
In hunting pass'd the time away ;
But being weary, as they say,
His lordship lost his noble train,
Of lords, and knights, and gentlemen,
And hearing not the horns to V)low,
lie could not tell which way to go.
But he did wander to and fro,
Being weary, likewise full of woe :
At last, dame Fortune was so kind,
That he, the keeper's house did find.
He went and knocked at the gate.
And though it was so very late.
The forester he let him in.
And kindly entertained him.
But in the middle of the night.
When as the stars did shine so bright,
The lord was in a full surprise,
Being waked with a dismal noise.
Then did he rise, and call with speed.
To know the reason there indeed
Of all that shrieking and that noise.
Which did so much his soul surprise.
I'm sorry. Sir, the keeper said,
That you should be so much afraid,
Durham Alinstrel. 19
But I hope that all will soon be well,
My wife is into labour fell.
This noble lord was learn'd and wise,
And knew the planets of the skies,
lie saw an evil planet reign,
So call'd the forester again,
And gave him then to understand,
He'd have the midwife hold her hand :
But he was answer'd liy the maid.
Her mistress was delivered :
At one o'clock that very morn,
A lovely infant there was born :
He was indeed a pretty boy,
Which gave his parents mickle joy.
The lord was generous, kind and free,
And proffer'd Godfather to be.
This good man thank'd him heartily.
For his good will and curtesy.
A parson was call'd for with speed
For to christen the child indeed.
And after as we did hear say,
In joy and mirth they spent the day.
This noble lord did presents give,
And all the servants did receive.
He begg'd God would increase his store
For they had ne'er so much before
20 The Bishopric Garhind, on
And likewise to the chilil he gave
A noble present, and a brave ;
It was a charming cabinet,
That was with pearls and rubies set.
Within a cabinet of gold,
Your eyes would dazzle to behold,
A richer gift, as I may say,
Has not been seen this niany-a-day.
He charg'd his father faithfully
That he himself should keep the key.
Until the child could write and read
And then to give it him indeed.
Pray do not open it at all,
Whatever does to you befal.
For it may do my Godson good,
If it be rightly understood.
The second part it will unfold,
As true a tale as e'er was told,
Concerning of this lovely child.
Who was obedient, sweet, and mild.
This child did take his learning so
If you the truth of this would know,
At eleven years of age indeed.
He could both Greek and Latin read.
Durham Minstrel. 21
But thinking of his cabinet,
Which was with pearls and jewels set,
He ask'd his father for the key.
The which he gave him speedily.
His cabinet he did unlock.
But he was in amazement struck,
When he the riches did behold,
And also saw the chain of Gold.
But searching farther he did find,
A paper that disturb'd his mind ;
Which was within the cabinet.
In Greek and Latin it was writ.
My son, serve God that is on high.
And pray to him incessantly.
Obey your parents, serve the king,
That nothing may your conscience sting.
For seven years hence your fate will be,
To be hanged upon a tree :
So pray to God, both night and day,
To let that hour pass away.
When he these rueful lines did read
He with a sigh did say, Indeed
If hanging be my destiny,
rU from my friends and country flee :
For I will wander to and fro,
And CO whither I do not know.
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But first I'll ask my parents' leave,
In view their blessings to receive.
Then locking up the cabinet,
He went unto his chamber strait,
And went unto his parents dear.
Beseeching them with many a tear
That they would grant what he did crave
Your blessing first I beg to have.
And hope you'll let me go my way,
'Twill do me good another day.
Yox I indeed have made a vow,
But must not tell the reason now ;
But if I live I will return,
When seven years are pass'd and gone.
Both man and wife did then reply.
We fear, dear son, that you will die.
If we should yield to let you go.
Our aged hearts will burst with woe.
Yet he entreated eagerly,
So that they forc'd were to comply.
And gave consent that he should go.
But where, alas ! they did not know
In the third part you soon shall find,
That Fortune to him was most kind,
And after many dangers pass'd,
He came to Durham at the last.
Durham Minstrel. 23
lie went, by chance, as I've heard say,
Unto the house ihat very day,
Whereat his Godfather did dwell,
Now mind what fortune him befel.
This youth did crave a service there.
And strait came out the Godfather,
And seeing him a handsome youth,
He took him for his page in truth.
In this same place he pleas'd so well.
That above all he bore the bell,
And so well his lord did please.
He made him higher by degrees.
He made him butler indeed,
And then chief steward was with speed,
Which made the other servants spite.
And envy him, both day and night.
He ne'er was false in his trust.
But proved ever true and just.
And to the Lord did hourly pray.
To guard him still both night and day.
In this same place it doth appear.
He lived the space of seven years.
And oft his parents thought upon,
And of his promise to return.
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Then humbly of his lord did crave,
That he his free consent might have,
For to go and see his parents dear.
Whom he had not seen for many years.
So having leave away he went
Not dreaming of the base intent
Which was contriv'd against him then,
By wicked, false, malicious men ;
Who had in his portmanteau put
Their noble lord's fine golden cup.
And when the lord at dinner was,
He miss'd the cup, as it came to pass.
Where should it be ? the lord did say,
We had it here but yesterday ;
The butler then reply'd with speed,
If you would know the truth indeed,
Your faithful Steward that is gone.
With feather'd nest away is flown ;
I do believe he has that and more,
Which does belong unto your store.
No, said the lord, that cannot be.
For I haue try'd his honesty ;
Then said the cook, my lord Fll die
Upon a tree that's nine feet high.
He hearing what this man did say,
Did send a messenger that day.
Durham Minstrel. 25
To take him with a hue and cry.
And bring him back immediately.
They search'd his portmanteau indeed,
In which they found the cup with speed,
Then he was struck with sad surprize,
And scarcely could believe his eyes ;
The lord then said unto him strait.
Thou shalt be hanged at my gate.
Because in you I put my trust,
And I took you for nought but just.
The day was fix'd, and being come
Said he, O Lord, it was my doom ;
Though innocent, I do declare
How my Lord's cup came to be there.
What fate decrees none can deny,
I was adjudged thus to die.
Upon a fatal gallows tree,
Which my Godfather did foresee.
In travailing pains my mother was.
Into the world I came at last,
A gentleman with skill did show,
Such death I now am coming to :
A chain anti cabinet he gave
Unto my father, which I have,
26 The Bishopric Garland.
The manuscript which was therein
Did show me plain I should be hang'd.
So the lord hearing him say so,
It came into his mind then to
Keep him from off the gallows high,
For I think this man is not guilty.
Something! doubt there is in this :
Methinks it is with mere malice
Of the cook and the butler too,
And if so, I'll make them rue.
The cause he tries a second time,
And found them guilty of the crime ;
They were adjudg'd to be hang'd strait,
Indeed they did deserve their fate.
The lord he took him, and did say,
Have you that cabinet, I pray ;
Ves, noble Lord, this is the same,
Was left me, with this very chain.
â€¢ My daughter is a virgin bright.
And you shall have her this very night ;
Wherefore now take delight in her,
'Tis I who am your Godfather,
Here's twenty thousand pounds in gold,
And when I'm dead it shall be told.
You shall enjoy my whole estate.
For to make you both rich and great.
Showhtg hoiu one John Atkmson, of Ahir/on near
Appleby, sej~vant to Thomas Hoiuson, miller,
at Barnardcastle, Bridge-end, courted the
said Hozoson's sister ; and after he had gained
her entire affection by his wheedling solicita-
tions, left her disconsolate, and made courtship
to another, whom he married by the treacher-
ous advice of 07ie Thomas Skelton, who to save
the priesfs fees, Cs'c, performed the ceremony
himself; and ttpon her hearing the news,
broke her heart, and bled to death on the stot.
This being both true and tragical, 'tis hoped
'twill be a warning to all lovers.
Tune of Constant Anthony.
Young men and maidens all, I pray you now
Mark well this tragedy which you find here penn'd,
At Barnardcastle Bridge-end, an honest man lives
His calling grinding corn, for which few can
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He had a sister dear, in whom he took delight,
And Atlvinson, his man, woo'd her both day and
Till thro' process of time he chain'd fast her heart,
Which prov'd her overthrow, by Death's surpris-
False-hearted Atkinson, with his deluding tongue,
And his fair promises, he's this poor maid undone;
For when he found he'd caught her fast in Cupid's
Then made he all alike, Betty's no more his dear
Drinking was his delight, his senses to doze,
Keeping lewd company, when he should repose ;
His money being spent, and they would tick no
Then with a face of brass, he ask'd poor Betty
He at length met with one, a serving-maid in town
Who for good ale and beer often would pawn her
And at all-fours she'd play, as many people know,
A fairer gamester no man could ever show.
Tom Skelton, ostler at the King's-arms does dwell.
Who this false Atkinson did all his secrets tell ;
He let him understand of a new love he'd got,
Ai:d with an oath he swore, she'd keep iull the pot.
Durha7n Mitistrel. 29
Then for the girl they sent, Betty Hardy was her
Who to her mistress soon an excuse did frame ;
Mistress, I have a friend at the King's-arms doth
Which I desire to see, before he go away.
Then she goes to her friend, who she finds ready
Who catch'd her in his arms, how does my only
She says. Boys drink about, and fear no reckonings
For she had pawn'd her smock, to defray the
They did carouse it off, till they began to warm.
Says Skelton make a match, I pray where's tlie
Then with a loving kiss they straightway did
But they no money had, to give the priest a fee.
Quoth Skelton seriously, the priest's fee is large,
I'll marry you myself, and save you all the charge ;
Then they plight their troth unto each other there.
Went two miles from the town, and goes to bed
30 The Bishopric Giv/atid, or
Then when the morning came, by breaking of the
He had some corn to grind, he could no longer
My business is in haste, which I to thee do tell,
So took a gentle kiss, and bid his love farewell.
Now, when he was come home, and at his busi-
His master's sister came, who was his former dear ;
Betty, he said, I'm wed, certainly I protest.
Then she smil'd in his face, sure you do but Jest.
Then within few days space, his wife unto him
And to the sign o' th' Last, there she for him sent,
The people of the house finding what was in hand,
Stept out immediately, let Betty understand.
Now this surprising news caus'd her fall in a trance,
Life as she was dead, no limbs she could advance,
Then her dear brother came, her from the ground
And she spake up and said, O my poor heart i^
Then with all speed they went, for to undo hei lace,
Whilst at her nose and mouth her heart's blood
Durham Minstrel. 31
Some stood half dead by her, others for help
But in a moment's time, her life it did expire.
False hearted lovers all, let this a warning be,
For it may well be called Betty Howson's
AN OLD SONG.
To the Tune of &V Juhn Fenivici's t/iejiczver among
Come l^rave spirits, that love Canary,
And jijood company are keeping,
From our friends let's never vary,
Let your muse awake from sleeping.
Bring forth mirth and wise Apollo ;
Mark your eyes on a true relation :
Virgil, with his pen, shall follow.
In ancient Stockton's commendation.
Upon the stately river Tees,
A goodly castle there was placed,
Nigh joining to the ocean seas.
Whereby our country was much graced
Affording rich commodities,
With corn and lead unto oir nation ;
Which makes me sing with cheerful voice,
Of ancient Stockton's commendation.
The Bishopric Gar/and, or, 33
In sixteen hundred thirty-five,
And about the month of February,
Three Stockton-men they did contrive,
To see their friends, and to be merry :
Part of their names I shall describe.
And place them down in comely fashion.
There was William, John, and Anthony,
Gain'd ancient Stockton commendation.
To famous Richrrond first they came.
And with their friends a while remained,
Middlehank there, that town of fame.
Whereby ihuch credit they obtained :
Being merry on a day,
A challenge came in this same fashion,
A match at foot-ball for to play ;
But Stockton got the commendation.
Three Middleham-men appointed were.
And stakes put down on either party ;
Stockton-men cast off all fear.
For Bishopric was always hearty :
Then those three jMiddleham-men did yield,
And for their loss they seem'd to murmur;
There was but one came to the field,
The other two at home remained.
With shouts and cries, in cheerful wise.
The country all about them dwelling,
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They did say that very day,
That Stockton-men were far excelling.
When first I did it understand,
It was told to me as a true relation,
Then I took my pen and ink in hand,
And I writ brave Stockton's commendation
IN PRAISE OF STOCKTON, FOR
THE YEAR 1764.
BY MR. WILLIAM SUTTON.
On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old,
A Castle there was of great fame we are told,
Where the bishops of Durham were wont to
And spend all their summers at that gallant seat.
Derry Down, &c.
'Twas once on a time, that King John being there,
The chiefs of Newcastle did thither repair ;
Humbly pray'd that his Highness would deign for
Them a charter, of which they were then in great
The King highly pleas'd with the Bishop's grand
Abounding in liquors, and all sorts of meat,
Their prayer comply'd with, the charter did sign.
Owing then, as 'twas said, to the Bishop's good
36 The Bishopric Garland.
Old Noll, in his day, out of pious concern,
This castle demolish'd, sold all but the barn,
When Nilthorp and Hollis, with two or three
Divided the spoils, as they'd oft done before.
The town still improving became the delight
Of strangers and others, so charming its sight ;
That a Bridge cross the river being lately pro-
The cash was subscribed, and the bargain soon
The King, Lords, and Commons approving the
The bridge was begun, and now's building between
Two counties, when finish'd no doubt 'twill pro-
Fairs, markets (or cattle, and all things for use.
Let us drink then a bumper to Stockton's success ;
May its commerce increasing ne'er meet with dis-
May the people's endeavours procure them much
And enjoy all their days the great blessing of
Derry Down, &c.
THE NEW WAY OF
To the old Tune.
BY BENJAMIN PYE, LL.D.
ARCHDEACON OF DURHAM.
" Upon the stately river Tees,
" A noble castle there was placed,
â€¢' Nigh unto the ocean seas,
"Whereby our country was much graced
" Affording rich commodities,
" Of corn and lead unto the nation ;
*' Which makes me sing in a cheerful wise,
" Of ancient Stockton's commendation.
But now I'll tell you news prodigious.
My honest friends be sure remark it,
Our ferries are transform'd to bridges,
And Cleveland trips to Stockton market.
Our causeways rough, and miry roads,
Shall sink into a navigation,
38 The Bishopric Garland, or
And Johnny Carr shall sing fine odes,
In modern Stockton's commendation.
O what a scene for joy and laughter,
To see, as light as cork or feather,
Our ponderous lead and bulky rafter.
Sail down the smooth canal together.
Whilst coal and lime, and cheese and butter,
Shall grace our famous navigation.
And we will make a wondrous clutter,
In modern Stockton's commendation.
Our fairs I will next celebrate.
With scores of graziers, hinds and jockeys;
And bumpkins yok'd with Nell and Kate,
Who stare like any pig that stuck is :
Fat horned beasts now line our streets,
Which Aldermen were wont to pace on ;
And oxen low, and lambkins bleat,
And all for Stockton's commendation.
Our races too deserve a tune.
The Northern sportsmen all prefer 'em,
For Dainty Davy here did run
Much better than at York or Durham.
O 'twould take up a swingeing volume,
To sing at large our reputation,
Our bridge, our shambles, cross and column.
All speak fair Stockton's commendation.
The Bishopric Garland. 39
Fill then your jovial bumpers round,
Join chorus all in Stockton's glory,
Let us but love our native town,
A fig for patriot, whig, or tory
AVhate'er they say, whate'er they do.
Their aim is but to fleece the nation ;
Let us continue firm and true.
To honest Stockton's commendation.
A NEW SONG,
Ye freeholders of Stockton-town,
Who follow your several occupations,
Once more I'll sing, and raise my tune,
On flourishing Stockton's commendations.
Our bridge with pleasure I behold.
Our shambles gain great approbation.
And neigh'bring towns agree with me.
In singing Stockton's commendation.
From East and \Yest the graziers bring
Fat flocks of each denomination ;
And o'er a glass they freely sing
Great is Stockton's commendation.
Full thirty miles some butchers ride ;
Fat goods are their expectation.
At Stockton they are well supplied.
They sing Stockton's commendation.
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Our shows proclaim a thriving town,
And fortnight-days to admiration,
To see Stockton improve so soon.
Daily to her commendation.
Our spacious streets each stranger views,
And fairly gives his approbation,
Stockton's the place that I do choose,
So great is Stockton's commendation.
Our gardens, orchards, river, plains.
All join to raise our contemplation.
While hand in hand we other join.
In singing Stockton's commendation.
Our merchants cast a noble shew,
Rich goods as any in the nation.
Great is their trade with high and low,
Makes them sing Stockton's commendation.
All trades shall flourish now I see.
In their several occupation :
And all our song it shall be,
Stockton's lasting commendation.
Our ship's well stor'd with merchandize.
And all do keep their proper station :
Our neighb'ring towns with good supply,
Makes them sing Stockton's commendation.
42 The Bishopric Garland.
Our wool-trade daily does increase,
The staple of the British nation :
And farmers come, with cheerful pace,
To join in Stockton's commendation.
Our lead in piles in plenty lie,
Sent by shipping to each nation.
Behold all trades on Stockton smile,
Makes me sing Stockton's commendation.
Our races they are fifties three.
Where Darlington, of noble station.
Our Steward he approves to be.
To honour Stockton's commendation.
May Darlington be Stockton's friend,
And Stockton give their approbation
In favour of the House of Vane,
For raising Stockton's commendation.
Now, Freeholders, I take my leave,
Success to the British nation,
These lines to you I freely give,
In praise of Stockton's commendation.
BY GEORGE KNIGHT, SHOEMAKER.
Tune â€” Ha-ve you heard of a frolicsome ditty f
Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty.
All you that delight in a gun ;
And if you'll be silent a minute,
I'll tell you a rare piece of fun.
Fal lal, &e.
It was on the tenth of November,
Or else upon Martinmas-day,
A gentleman who loved pastime,
He got a hare-skin stufFd with hay.
Then into the fields he convey'd her.
And set her against a hedge-side ;
Our gunners were rambling the fields.
So that pussy was quickly espy'd,
Mr. Tindal was the first that espy'd her ;
He said that he lov'd roast hare.
And that he would have her tit supper.
For he for the law did not care.
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The better for to complete it,
He charged his gun well with slugs,
With that he let fly at her,
And hat her betwixt the two lugs.
But when that he went for to seize her,
He found he was depriv'd of his bit ;
He flung her down in a passion.
And look'd as if he'd been b 1.
The next was Will Dunn, our painter.