The life and death of the piper of Kilbarchan, or The epitaph of Habbie Simpson Sempill, Robert, 1595?-1665? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05793 of text R187429 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S2495C). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 B05793 Wing S2495C ESTC R187429 52615106 ocm 52615106 176128 2240898624

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B05793) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 176128) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2762:71) The life and death of the piper of Kilbarchan, or The epitaph of Habbie Simpson Sempill, Robert, 1595?-1665? 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [S.l. : 1690-1699] Caption title. Date of publication suggested by National Library of Scotland. Reproduction of original in: National Library of Scotland. eng Ballads, Scots -- 17th century. Broadsides -- Scotland -- 17th century. B05793 R187429 (Wing S2495C). civilwar no Life and death of the piper of Kilbarchan or, The epitaph of Habbie Simpson, He made his cheeks as red as crimson, Who on his dron bore bonn Sempill, Robert 1650 1 552 6 0 0 0 0 0 109 F The rate of 109 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-06 Sampled and proofread 2008-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
LIFE and DEATH OF THE Piper of KilbarchanOR , The Epitaph of Habbie Simpson , He made his Cheeks as red as Crimson , Who on his Dron bore bonny Flags , And babed when he blew the Bags , Kilbarchan now may say alas ! For she hath lost her game & grace Both Trixie and the Maiden-trace B●● what rem●ed ? For no Man can supply his place , H●● Simphon's dead , Now who shall play the day it daws Or hunts up when the Cock he craws Or who can for our Kirk Town Cause , stand us in stead ? On Bag-pipes now no body blaws , For Habbie's dead , Or who shall cause our Shearers shear Who will bend up the Brags of Weir ? Bring in the Bells or good play Meir , In time of need , Hab Simpson could what needs you spear But now he 's dead . So kindly to his Neighbour neist , At Belian and Saint Barchans Feast He blew and then held up his Breast , as he were weid , But now we need not him arrest ? For Habbie's dead , At Fairs he play'd before the Spear-men All gayly graithed in their Geer-men , Steel Bonners , Jacts and Swords so clear Like any Bead . Now who will play before such Weirmen then Sen Habbie's dead , At Clark playes when be wont to come His Pipe play'd trimly to the Drum : Like Bikes of bees he gait it bum And turn his Reed : Now all our Pipers my sing dum Sen Habbie's dead , And at Horse-races many a day , Before the Black , the Brown and Gray He gart his Pipe when he did play , Both Ski●l and Sk●…ed : Now all such pastime 's quite away Sen Habbie's dead , He counted was a wall'd wight Man , And fiercely at Foot-ball he ran ; At every Game the gree he wan , For pith and speed The like of Habbie was not then , But now he 's dead , And then beside his valiant Acts , At Brydels he wan many placks . He babbed ay behind Folks backs , And shook his Head , Now we want many merry Cracks Sen Habbie's dead . He was convoyer of the bride , With Kittock hanging at his side , About the Kirk he thought a pride the Ring to Lead But now she may go but a Guide For Habbie's dead . So well's he keeped his Decorum . And all the steps of Whip-meg morum , He slew a man and wae●s me for him And bare the seed . But yet the man wan Hame before him and was not dead , Ay when he play'd the Lasses leugh , To sea him toothless , old and reuch He wan his Pipes beside Barcleugh withoutten dread , Which after wan him Gear enough But now he 's dead . Alas for him my heart is sare , For of his Springs I got a Share , At every play , Race , Feast and Fair , But Guile or Greed We need not look for piping mair , Sen Habbie's dead , FINIS