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R175564 Waking by the Christall streams / of Clyd, at all good leasure: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 38 BOTHVVELL BANKS IS BONNY: / OR, / A Description of the New Mylne of Bothwell. BOTHWELL BANKS IS BONNY: OR, A Description of the New Mylne of Bothwell. 1680-1680

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I Waking by the Christall streams of Clyd, at all good leasure: I[?]e Month which keeps the name [?] at brave second Cesar. Th[?]h bonny blooming Bothwel banks, v[?] (to paint truth on Paper) M[?]ose with all his martiall ranks, victoriously did vaper. And passing by, a path did lead by Adies Br[?] oft feitly. A [?]hich mov'd me to take heed, did sing and say most sweetly. Since Ceres with her golden arts, hath now begun to haunt thee: We shall consent, with joyfull hearts, we cannot live and want thee. Which voice it self could no soon bound, though solemnly it sounds it: Till at the very just rebound, the vocall Nymph resounds it. Which as upon Apollo's harp, doth strike upon the waters. And friddouns there both flat and sharp, then musing on such matters. I went straight-way to Meggats stone, and there without cessation I found of [?] these things each one, th[?]use[?] [?]d demonstration: [?] him [?] his daughter fair [?]pe did [?] In a [?]course with me just there, of Clyds delights the Center: And said they were to go about to clear the summe for certain, Of future things was to fall out, till now, which seem'd uncertain: Then told conform to whats before, they had a song contrived, The Nymphs that Bothwel Banks decore, to prompt the same subscribed. Unto the pleasant Birds in Banks, as Organs fit to vent it; With chearfull notes then gave they thanks, in token they assented. The subject a prime aedifice of stately stamp and modell: Was never seen such rare device, within the Banks of Bothwel. This house they straightway consecrate to Ceres her devotion, To hold heer choicest Courts thereat, against all contrare motion, To which the Dame gave her paroll, and said this sentence smyland, This shall be my chief Capitall, within all Britain's Iland. And there anone within a space, fra she had once possest it; Great pontifex unto that place, the noble Cors invested A Knave f[?] Vicar, to allot, she was [?]g a-granting. For w[?] New Mills want a jot of [?] never wanting.
This suffragan must wear one form, still after his installing: A Cap and Cassick both conform, and proper to his Calling. His Orbs, his Sphears, his Font, his Fire, still arte by arte advancing: All run, turn, burn at his desire, his Sirp cloths white and glancing. Next Robin they creat off hand, their Herauld with commission, Who fairly took it off their hand, and that with low submission. Then Robin with his Crimson breast, on tops of Trees doth venter, For to proclaim a Christmas Feast to all the Birds in Winter. For lorgesse, sayes he, of that lot wherewith Dame Ceres serv'd us, That we have found an Antidote against our foes that starv'd us: For when these Tyrants, scant and cold, makes us to chirp and chirle, Wee'l find some Cordials at this Hold more priz'd by us then Pearl. This service done, the Birds resort to Robin, and can thank him: And singing to his praise a port, among the best they rank him. Yet for all that, the Fowles of rief has Robin smally thanked, For why, no kind of Flesh or Beef was to be at that Banquet. For lacking that all kind of Grain by them is much abhorred: And so they count his song in vain, but Robin car'd not for it. Yet woe to hear poor Progne flyte, with Tunes not very pleasant: He knew, the cause was of her spite that she could not be present. To swage fair Prognes wrath, just now when fruits are ripe in season: To make an In-fare they all vow, as best becomes, and reason. The which they hold with merry jest, and all to shew their breeding. The Lark was Minstrell to the Feast all time they were a-feeding. Bacchus and Ceres both, no doubt were there but for surprizes: To John Cors gave strait warrants out, just at the next assizes, Hunger to hang, that cut-throat lown, unworthy their tuition: And drought without delay to drown, by legall execution. Then each Bird descant some new spring, each other still out-stripping: In dance, the Partridge led the ring, that never tyres of tripping. The Merle, for more Ale he cryes, sayes Prea't, Brew-thick, who'l vent it: When Hostlers hears of that brave guise, we hope they shall resent it.
This Feast to crown, the Cock so shrill, as Trumpeter elected: He blew a blast, which to the Mill made head, as he directed. With which there's few can be compar'd for double Grist, or Gradzean: Her Clap, with ease, may well be heard through East and West Moormadzean. Much folk fortell, that of her good they will be much the better: Both Fowl in Wood, and Fish in Flood, confesse to be her debter. To her all Bothwell Nymphs cry out, our blessing still do haunt thee: So long as thou may turn about, we cannot live and want thee. Then who can think this aedifice were not worth our description: Not wanting a rare Frontispice, fixt with a fair inscription. So surely situate on a Rock, that no deludge can daunt her: Still casting up a stately Dock against the braes of Blantyre. The double streams comes her upon, at first which runs compactly: Divided by a native stone, which cuts the same exactly. Such branching sure is not in vain, which (if I prove leill guesser) Serves both for him that flowres the Grain, and for the fine Cloth-dresser. All this cryes up the Crafts-man still, and that in all discourses: Who, both in Fire-works has fine skill, and als in Water-courses. There's none beholds his plots, needs strive in any thing to check him: Timantus, though he were alive would scorn for to correct him. Who's gifted with (as the case stands) to many's apprehension, For quick dispatch, Briarius hands, and for his rare invention: A Daedalus may well be call'd, who, which did cause great mournings At Athens; built in Crete that Hold, with many doubtsome turnings. As he knows how (no doubt) with ease like Daedalus, to manage His soaring flight, safe ov'r the seas, of skaith, or any damnage: For his Land-lord, we play, like things that envies heat eschewing: May safely, with well soddered wings, all perills passe of ruine. In sixteen hundreth fiftie eight, of our most blest Redeemer: The foresaid Month, the Muses taught this song; let no mis-deemer Sinisterly construct our mind, since that our prime intention To sport and peace are still inclin'd, abhorring all dissention.
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