“When cockle shells and silver bells, And bawds and whores do churches build, When younkers cease to rant and drink, And usurers tell their gold in field. “When old Sir Humphery[65] rides to Rome, And preaches in his best array: When indigo dies red and brown, Your honor shall be paid your hay.” “When Nether Witton is waterless, And Capheaton without a whin; Shafto Crag all turn’d to peat and moss, And cannot bear a foot aboon. “When old Sir Humphery rides to Rome, And preaches in his best array: When indigo dies red and brown, Your honor shall be paid your hay.” [64] The Piper’s Horse. [65] The Roman Catholic Priest. MARY GAMAL, _the Vicar of Kirk Whelpington’s Daughter, is gone off with Nichol Clark, his Servant Man_. It happen’d at good Christmas tide, When we play’d at the cards; That some of us were gentlemen, And other some were lairds. While deals were dealt, cards were cut, And merry we were a’, And some were waggish, well I wot, Till in came Charlie Shaw: And cried, Ye birds of Whelpington, Fie shame! such simple wark! For bonny Mary Gamal’s run Away wi’ Nicol Clark. But had your tongue, gude maister, And dinna speak sae cruse; She came willing thro’ your window, He did na’ break your house. Then cry, Ye lairds of Whelpington, &c. SONG. About the bush Willy, About the bee hive, About the bush Willy, I’ll meet thee alive. Then to my ten shillings, Add you but a groat, I’ll go to Newcastle, And buy a new coat. Five and five shillings, Five and a crown; Five and five shillings, Will buy a new gown. Five and five shillings, Five and a groat; Five and five shillings, Will buy a new coat. THE WATER OF TYNE. I cannot get to my love if I should dee, The water of Tyne runs between him and me; And here I must stand with the tear in my e’e, Both sighing and sickly, my sweetheart to see. O where is the boatman, my bonny honey? O where is the boatman?--bring him to me-- To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey, And I will remember the boatman and thee. O bring me a boatman--I’ll give any money, (And you for your trouble rewarded shall be) To ferry me over the Tyne to my honey, Or scull him across that rough river to me! ANDREW CARR. As I went to Newcastle, My journey was not far, I met with a sailor lad, Whose name was Andrew Carr. And hey for Andrew, Andrew, Ho for Andrew Carr; And hey for Andrew, Andrew, Ho for Andrew Carr. Good fortune attend my jewel, Now he’s sail’d o’er the bar, And send him back to me, For I love my Andrew Carr. And hey for Andrew, Andrew, &c. SONG. I went to Black Heddon, And there I sat down, I call’d for some liquor, Which cost half-a-crown.