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From the Vault: Valentine's Day

Beth McHugh discovers a song of young love from 1756 in The Scots Magazine's archives.
A rose lying on the pages of an open book which looks aged.

VALENTINE'S DAY has long been a source of inspiration for budding poets and lyricists.

In the 18th century, The Scots Magazine had a regular section entitled “Poetical Essays”. Here, all manner of poems and songs were published, from Robert Burns’s early works to folk songs by unnamed authors.

A page from the poetical essays section of The Scots Magazine 1787, showing black print on old, browning paper.
"Address to a Haggice" by Robert Burns, as published in The Scots Magazine in 1787.

“A new song” was published in 1756, called Damon And Chloe, which tells of a young couple.

While its warnings about the need to embrace marriage might be a little more extreme in tone than 
we would expect today – lest we should “die old maids” – it is a rather humorous insight into the romantic practices of yesteryear.

Two lambs in a green field.
"And brought me two lambkins to witness
his flame".

And if you are trying to win your sweetheart over this Valentine’s Day, why not try Damon’s technique of showing up to their cottage with “two lambkins”? If it worked for Damon, it just might work for you, too.

Damon And Chloe

Gay Damon long study’d my heart to obtain,
The prettiest young shepherd that pipes on
the plain;
I’d hear his soft tale, then declare ‘twas amiss,
And I’d often say No – often say No – when I long’d to say Yes;
And I’d often say No – often say No – when I 
long’d to say Yes.
Last Valentine’s day to our cottage he came,
And brought me two lambkins to witness his flame:
Oh take these, he cry’d, thou more fair than 
their fleece;
I could hardly say No, tho’ asham’d to say Yes.
Soon after, one morning we sat in the grove,
He press’d my hand hard, and in sighs breath’d his love;
Then tenderly ask’d, if I’d grant him a kiss?
I design’d to’ve said No, but mistook, and
said Yes.
At this with delight his heart danc’d in his breast;
Ye gods, he cry’d, Chloe will now make me blest;
Come, let’s to the church, and share conjugal bliss:
To prevent being teiz’d, I was forc’d to say Yes.
I ne’er was so pleas’d with a word in my life;
I ne’er was so happy as since I’m a wife;
Then take, ye young damsels, my counsel in this,
You must all die old maids, if you will not say Yes. 

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