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About Google Book Search Google's mission is to organize the world's information and to make it universally accessible and useful. Google Book Search helps readers discover the world's books while helping authors and publishers reach new audiences. You can search through the full text of this book on the web at |http : //books . google . com/| n .1 Richard ♦ Guille '*-. Janv . 24 . 1786 i '< THE TE A-T ABLE MISCELLANY^ C Q^L E C^I ON ^ OFCHOICE SONG Scots and E n g l i s ii. In F O U R V O L U M E s. Behold and li'len. ivhile the fuif Brcciks inj'wect founds the fwillinz air ; And ^^'Ath her oixn breath funs thr fire Ji 'vich hei- bright eyes do firfl irfpire : Jf'hat renfon can that love controul Which ifijre thun one ivtty courts the foul P E*. V/ai.lfr S, The Eleventh Edition, B:ing the Compleateft and mod Correct of any yet publiflied' By Allan Rams a y. " ' V o L. L Q y^ L O N D O N: iVintcd for and Sold by A. Millar, at Biuhnna7t% Head, over againll KithcrineStreet in die ^ Strand. MDCCL. § i^ . • ■ • \ i'-^. v: r '<> ' -• r -■ \T^'*'j^ *Vv/ DEDIGATION. ITo ilka loveh British Lafs, '"1^ FraeLa4ies Charlotte,Anne<iff</Jean, Z)pwtt tc ilk bomffinging Bds, Wha dances harefoot on the Green, De A R L ASOS, -,'y YOUR moft humble ifiVe, Wha ne'er toiervejroolhaU decline. Kneeling, w^d your acceptance crave, Wben he prefems th^s una' propinc. Then take it kindly to your care. Revive it wuh your tuncfir* notes: Its beauties will look fweet and fair, Arjfiog Ijiitly through yoar throats. A X The vi DEDICATION. The wanton wee thing will rejoice. When tented by a fparkling eye, The ipinnet tinkling wiih her voice. It lying on her lovely knee. While kettles dringe on ingles dour, Or claflies ftay the lazy lafs ; Thir fangs may ward you frae the fowr. And gayly vacant minutes pafs. E'en while the tea's fill'd recking round, Rather than plot a lender tongue, Treat a' the circling lugs wi' found. Sync fafcly lip when ye have fung. May happinefs had up your hearts, And warm you lang with loving fires : May powers propitious play their parts. In matching you to your defires. Edinburgh, January i, 1724. A. Ramsay. x\i:%^ PREFACE. Jff'^^Ji?^' L THO' it be acknowkdred, that ^«r Scots tunes have not length^ ened variety of muftck^ yet they have an agreeable gaiety and na* tural fweetnefs^ that make them acceptable wherever they are known^ mt only among eurfelves^ but in other countries. They are for the moji part fo cbearful^ that on hear* ing them well played orfung, we find a diffi^ culty to keep ourfelves from dancing. What further adds to the ejleem we hav.efor thcm^ is^ their antiquity, and their being univerfnllj known. Mankind's love for jtovelty would appear to contradiSl this reafon y but will not^ 'when we confider, that for one that can tole^ rably entertain with vocal or inflrumental mu* fick^ there are fifty that content themfelves with the pleafure of hearing, and fining without the trouble of being taught : Nowy fuch are not judges of the fine flour ifhes of new mufick imported from Italy and elfewbere^ yet will A 4 U^cn viii PREFACE. liften with pkajure U tunes that they iffofv^and fan join with in the chorus. Say that our way is only an harmonious /peaking of merry^ witty^ or Jcft thoughts J after the poet has drefs d them in four or five jtanzas \ yet undoubtedly \ thefe mujl relifbjbeft mtb peopk^ who. have not bejtowed much of their time in acquiring ' a tafte for that downright perfeU mu/ick^ which require^ none^ or very little of^kgiffifiet^s fljfijlance. . '.^ o'?' \ MT being well affiired^ how^ acceptable fi^w I words to known good tunes would prove ^ en^ \ £^i^^ ^'^ ^0 the making verfes for above fixty I of them^ in this and the fecond volume : about ' thirty more were done byfome inginiotis young gentlemen^ who wen fo well pleafed with my ^^ undertaking J that tbeygenertm^ tent me their f ajftjiance % and to them the hvers cffenfe and \ mufuk are obliged for fome of the hefifongs in f; ihe colleSiion. The reft are fucb old verfes as V have been done time out ofmindf and only want* i^ f id to be cleared from the drofs of blundering \ Hranfcribers and printers ; fuch^ asy The Ga- \ bcrlunzic- man, Muirland Willy, &c. that \ €laim their place in our colleffion^ for their merry images of the low cbaraffer. te- ^. i THIS eleventh edition in a few yearly and 'the general demand for the hook by perfms ef aU raytks, wherever our language is undirjhod^ /j-ay^r^ evidence of its being acceptable. Mj PREFACE. k v)erihy friend^ Dr. Banncrman tells me f ram America^ Nor only do your lays oVr Britdin flow, jiflound all the globe your happy fonnets go i Htre thy ibft verfe, made to a Scottijh air. Art often ioni; by our Virginian fair. CimiUm*% warblifig notes are heard no more» fiatjUd to Lafttime I cam$ o^er tbt mnr ; ffiitofr in-* Rinmldo both give way ThMoty Scot, TwesJ'Jide, and M/ify Gray. FR M this and tie following volume^ Mr. Thomfon (xbho^ is allowed by all, to be a good teacher and finger of Scots Songs) culled bis Orpheus Caledonius, the muftckfor both the voice andflute^ and the words of tbefongs finilj engravtn in afoHo bqok, for the .ufe of fiffons t^f'Hbe higbejt quality in Britain, and dedicate to the Tate ^een._ This^ by the by^ I thought proper to intimate, and do my felf thatjt^ice which the pUhlifher negle5ied ; fince he ought id have acquainted his iUuJirious lift of f^fcriberSy that^ the moft of thefongs w&t mhe^ the ihufick dbftraHed. IN my compofuions and colkSlions, I hone , kept out allfmut and ribaldry, that the modeft yi voice and ^ar^jfthe^fdir-Jing^r might meet with . % affront \ the chief benuf all my ftu* dies" bfing, t^^ gain their goQ4.gr aces : and it ft)dl^twayj W^iyxare, to ward off fbcje /f-mm/Ina/ wffu/djprave mortal to my muje. ^ 5 ' No'XO, X PREFACE. Now Ultle books, go your ways \ he ajfured of favourd'Ierecepti on-wher evtr tbefunfinnes en iht fret^rn^earful Bricon ; fieal your felves inlatie ladieT^^o^s. ^appy volumes ! you are to live too as long as the Jong of Ho- mer in Greek and Englith, and mix your ajhes only with the odes of Horace. Jfere it hut nrf fale, when old and rufied, like you toiie^again reprinted, what a curious figure would I afpear en the utnojl limits of time, after a t&eufand ' editions ? Happy volumei ! you are fecure^ but I muji yield j pleafe the ladies, and take care ef my fame, ■ Ii hopfs of ihh, fiarlefs of aviing age, I li/mile thro' lift ; anj •when far rbimi rentvjB'd, ■ tU calmly quit thtfaree and gidify ft age, jiad^eef htneatb « ftvi'ry turf full found. INDEX. INDEX. Beginning with the firft Letter of every Song. Tie Son GS marPdC, D, H, L, M, O, tff. an new Words hy different Hands ; X, the Authors unknown i Zy old Songs i Q» old Songs luith Additions, A. Page AH, Chloe, thou treafure^ thou joy, i^c. 34. A lovely lafs to a friar came 38 Ah, Qoris, cou'd I now but fit 4^ As from a rock pafl all relief 52 Aald Roh Morris that wins in yon glen 5 ^ As Syl'via in a foreft lay 60 And I'H o'er the moor to Maggy 64 At Polnuart on the green ^5 As walking forth to view the plain 6;> Ah \ why thoTe tears in Neliy^ eyei 8^ Ah ! the fhepherd*s moaroful fate ^19 As I went forth to view the fpring 9§ Adieu for a while my native green plains 132 An I'll away to bonny T<weed fide 1 36 As early I walk*d on the firft of fweet May 164 Ahho' I be but a country lafs 169 As I fat at my fpinning wheel 1 7 1 Adieu th^ pleaiant fports and plays 17$ A 6 A fouih- xn I N D E X, A fouthhnd Jtnny that was right bonny iSa As I came in by Ti*vi9t fide 18$ A cock laird fu cadgie 19^ At fetting day and rifing mom 208 A nymph of the plain -22$ All in the Downs the fleet WM inoOf*<L . 230 Ah f bright BelMa^ higher fly 234 Jiixii fliannM hi« fellow fwains \ 247 A quire of bright beauties 27| Ai channing Oara walk*d alone 274. Amongft the willows on the grafs 261 A trifline ibng ye (ball hear 283 As the (now in valleys lying 304. Awake, thou fairell thing in nature « . • jc6 Away you rover 309 A four reformation 31c As mafing I rang*d In a meadow alone 326 All you that woa'd reBoe your blood 340 Aa down in the meadows I chanced to pa& 354. A ^bler there waf» and he liv^d in a flail 3;^ As I am a friend 372 Ah I woes me^ poor ffi/Ij cry M 3 77 As tippling yob9 was joggmg on 390 Aa^fjier noon, on fuffltnei^s day' 397 JUwh, how artkfs a lover 397 A maid is like the goklen oar 417 A fiuK 0A7 ileal yoor hern, Gr ^ ' 419 Ai Ddi^ WAS aiiUeing of the cowt 430 A wpoian^s ware like china 4^6 ASft yonr Yot'ry, friendly nkie< 44J; B. By a murmoring flrcam a fair fhepherdefs lay 17 li^te Jonmy feimly teld h\T J tan his mind 24 Xright Cynibta'5 power divinely great 3c By fmooth winding 7^^ a fwain was reclining 60 Beneath a beech's grateful fliade yi By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth 7j Beneath a green fiude I fand a Cur maid 76 INDEX. • •• Xllt Sijy^s beaotles fhlnc fae bright ^ 97 Heft as the immortal godi is he 109 Seaaty from fancy takes its armi 1 1 « Baiow, my boy, ly ftill and fleep 1 zo Bulk ye, busk ye, my boiioy bride 13} Blyth Jocfy yoQDg and gay 1 5 1 &Kkye, busk ye, my TOnny boaoy bride tii Be wary, my dlia, when Cifatkm ibes 2}9 Bieft as th* immortal gods is he 187 Bucchs is a power divkie 194 BiiitH/a with afeded Bcin 3 lO By the fide of a great kitchen fire 3^ B^ctbus maft now his power refign 33 1 Blyth, blyth, blyth was (he 423 By mafon's art the afpiring dome 346 . Believe my fi|^, my tears, my deu 39B C Come Iet*s ha*e mair wine in . . 25 CelelUal ma(es» tone year lyres 29 Comt fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boyi 48 Goofefi thy love, fair bluibiog maki s 18 Come Flmwda^ lovely charmer 157 Come hereV to the nymph chat I km 1 $8 CaoM be the rebels caft "^ ici G/f4, let not pride undo yoa 254 G^V, god of plcafing angui/b 271 Gr/f/T, too late you woa*d repent 301 Cufid^ eafe a kyve-fick maid . 327 Come, neighbonn, now we've made our hay 338 Come, carles a* of fiMnblers ha* 397 Come let us prepare ' 36a Caftom prevailine fo long *mongft the great 387 Cjntbui frowns whenever I woo her 394 Omke, love, let's walk by yonder fpring 407 Care away, gae thou firac me 408 Come, ladj, ne'er plague your heads 414 Can tove be controol^d by advice 41 8 Uva now my heart hath broke I47 Pumbar' XXV INDEX. D. Dumhsrtsni drams bea: horny — O Dear Rsgfr^ it your Jtvtj gcck Dun* and pare of rcaibn DcTpairiog bende a dear iiream "Do not ask me, charming Pc:*\is Disgtnes furlj and prond DarzQH^ if you will believe me Did ever Twain a nymph adore Dafhms flood penlive in the (bide Dnir Chief, while thus beyond meaTore Dear CoHn^ prevent my warm bluihes F. Fy let OS a* to the bridal Farewell to Locbaber, and farewell, my Jicn For the fake of fomebody Fair, fweet and youcg, receive a prize Fair Iris and her Twain Fie ! Lixa, icom :he little arts Farewell, my bonny, witty, pretty ^f*§gy From rofy bowers, where ilecps the god of love From grave leflbns and reAraint Fair Amsrtt is gdne aftray From V/hiti*^ and Ifiir^ FfaitiViiig fpread thy purple pinions Falfe tho^ (he be to me and love G. Gin ye meet a bonny lafiie Gi^e me a laG wich a lump of land Go, go, go, go i;il{t^ of thy fex begone Gently touch the warbling lyre Gently (Sir and blow the fire Good madam, when ladies are willing Good people, draw near 4! >9 so *4 3« 38; 4c 8: ii( iSi x8. 23: 23J 28^ 59? * T ' m I ■ J'/ 4CI lic^ INDEX. XV H. How fweetly fmells the fimmer green i Hear me, ye nymphs, and every fwain 2 Hearken, and I will tell you how ' 7 How biyth ilk morn was ^ to fee I ^ Happy*s the love which meets return 62 Have you any pots or pans g6 Honcft man John Ochiltree 125 How happy is the rural clown 186 -How (hail I be fad when a husband I hae 201 Hid from himfelf now by the dawn 203 Here are people and fports 263 How happy are we 280 Here*8 a health to the king, and a lading peace 291 He that will not merry merry be 292 Hark how the trumpet founds to battle 303 He, who for ever 309 How happy a date does the miller po9*ers 322 How bleft are beggar-laifes 3^8 Having fpent all my time 3^3 How pleafant a failor*8 life paflet 3614. Nappy the world in that blell age 3d.; Hark ! away, 'cis the merry ton*d horn 39;^ How happy are we .424 Hey ! my kitten, a kitten 43:9 I. ^ Is Hamilla then my own r Jo vain, fond youth, thy tears give o*er 30 In A^ril^ when primrofes paint the fweet plain 42 I will awa' wi' my love 63 ^ocky faid to Jeany, Jeany^ wilt thou do't 7^ In winter when the rain rain*d cauld 105 It was the charming month of Mi.y i m If lovers a fweet paffion why does it torment 1 24 hi J anuary VaJk 128 I tofs and tumble thro^ the night 140 I have a green purfe and a wee pickle gowd 168 xvi INDEX, yocky met with Jenny fair ij6 J9cky foM, yemty h'm 178 ' i was anes a well toclier*d h(s 191 I yield, dear laflie, you ha?e won 201 ru range around the fhtdy bowcn 2^4 In this grove my Strepbcn walkt ^ 272 JloUy mortals, fill your glaflet 293 'U fail upon the dog-ftar 296 If (he be not kind as fair 306 In fpite of love at length Tve found 307 It was in and about the Mariimmas time 341 I thank thee, my friend 366 I have been in Ibve, and in debt^ and in drink 368 I once was a poet at Lmulin 374 If heaven, iu blefling» to augmeni 379 In yonder town there wont a May 381 ril fing vou a ditty^ and warrant ic true 385 I had a hearty that now doea heartleis gae 405 In ancient time^ in Britain^ ifle 409 If P^VA denies me relief 416 If love tke virgin's heart invade . . 4 1 r '. If yott at an office fiillicit yOMr dye 42 1 I faiace the coward tribA ' 434 In pimpt and politicians , 437 I am a poor maiden fcrfiJten . K. KMly, kindly^ thus my treafurt .31$ L. L€t*s be jovial, £11 our slafles ^. 6 Look where my dear nomilla fmiles, / ' ^ 18 Leave kindred and friends, fweet Bitiy 28 Laffie, lend me your braw hemp heckle 34 Lome's goddeft in a myrtle grove 43 Love never more (hall give me paia 55 Late in an evening forui I went in Let meaner beauties ufe their art 209 Lafl Sunday at St. y amis' z prayVs 241 Love^ I N D E X. Jtvii Love, thou arc the beft of human joys 24s Let foldien fight for prey or praife 290 Leave off your foolifli pratiog 253 Ltamdtr OQ the bay 3 1 9 Liccle fyrene of the ftage 375 Lec*s drink, my friends^ whik here we live ^ 415 Let as drink and be merry, dance joke and rejoice 424 Let matters of Hate 433 M. yiy-j9cky blyth for what thou has done My mkher*s ay glorao o'er me ^fy; fweetcft ill^y, let love incline the^ . 7P \fydear and only love, I praj^ ^ . io;s^ Aui^hy march 1J31. &fy 'Fatie 18 a lovef gay .1 34^ My Jiarrf and I have toiTd ^. i'5<>* My H)ger laddie " 195 My Piggy is a yoang thbg t^B My days have been ib woodVqns fict . 229 MUden freih as a rob ^ 240 Ify friend and I > . • ,^< . ^ My CA/#^, why do ye fliglu m^,^ . '/ vj\ My dear miHrefs hai a heart 296 May the ambitious ever €iid 300 My goddefs Lydia^ heavenly fair" 30a My deareft maid, fince you defire 375 Man may efcajpe from rope and goo 420 - My lore was ackle once and changing 448 N. « ^anfy to tiie green wood gane iq Now vmiYt wha I met yeilreen 61 Now the hin*s gane ouc.o* fight 7} Now Pboebus advances on high 9a Now fpring begins her (mlling round 146 Now all thy virgin-fwects are mio^ 1 73 Now from ruflicity, and love 205 Now God be wi' dd ^ymon 433 4 O lovely INDEX. O lovtly maid \ how dear's thy pow'r M O Bill, thy K ^my heart 3> O SanJy, ^^ » Ar/^ to moura 44 O Bc/y Bill S3 Of race divine thou needs mud be 68 O Mary, thy graces and gjancej O fleer her :^ M ' 89 95 Q mithcr dear. i^ Of all the Liids v tuneful throats Ia7 One day I heard Maty fay 129 O come J^j 'S» O had away, had away IS* O wha's that ac my chamber door % Over the mountains O waly, walv up the bank i;o o 190 O been 191 O 300 01 rt .J6 fli B «J| Ot «♦« Qh lead me lo fome pncefol gloom «S7 Oh lead me to fot lOon % Of all Oh ! [>f Maj 270 "One »7i One '& One ^piii raoin, wnen trom the fca O ivel fair }08 Oi 311 Oh ! happy, happy grove S'3 Od Elrick banks, in a fummer'a night 3'7 O my heart ! my heavy, heavy heart 3311 O grant me, kind Bacchut OfLtifiir, fam'd for maideni fair. 34S 349 One Sunday after mafs 3S» Of all the [orment, all the cars 'a INDEX. xix Of all the girls in our town 395 Our Poliy U a fad flat! nor hetds what we caught her 41 8 Our felves, like the great, to fecure a retreat 422 Old Chiron thus preach*d to his pupil JcbilUs 428 On WintfittJay mornir.g 429 Of all the trades from eafl to weft 433 P. PainM with her flighting Jamie*i love 54 Pep;?v novv the kind's coine 202 nouj Selhid I goes to prayers 2^7 Pray now, yohn^ let ^Af/ prevail 259 Picay parrot fay, when I was away 267 Phiilis the faireil of love's foes 27S Prithee, Snfun^ .what doft mufe on 297 Priihce, B'JI;, be'nt Tj filly 315 Jro'.d wo.Ti.in, I fcora you 38.; Phillii dcfpife not your fiiithful lover 413 Pore ai the new-&llen fnoAr appears 43; R. Retora hameward, my heart again 9.1 ^h\ Jock came to w«o oar Jinn;^ 166 Remember, Damon, you did cell 24; S. Subjeftcd to the power of love 2 ) Shoald auld acquaintance be forgot 40 Sweet fir, for your conrtefie 56 ^*wijt, SanJy^ Toung, and Gay 1 07 ^omnolenU 1 30 Since all thy vows, falfe maid 13I. Satuly in Edinburgh was born ^ I .t 5 Saw ye Jenny Nettles 1 7 7 Soond, found the roufick, found it 196 Speak on, ■ fpeak thus, and dill my grief 206 Stately ftept he eafl the wa* 2 1 1 Send home my long ftray'd eyes to me 226 Sweet are the charms of her 1 love 23 1 StclU XX I N D E X. Stella and Flavin every hour aj; See, fee, fhe wakes, Saiina wakes 257 Sce> fee, my Siraphina comes 359 Since times are fo bad^Imull tell thee, fweet-hear( 261 See, firs, fee here f a doAor rare 269 SilinJa rare*s the brigbteft thing 282 Some (ay women are like the (ea 28$ Since we die by the help of good wine 293 .Shall I, wafting in defpair 304 So much i love ihee, O my treafare I 333 Siogjng charms the bleft above 323 Saw ye the nymph whom I adore 343 Since drinking has power to bring us relief 34; Sweet Nelljf my hearth delight 368 Since laws were made fbr evVy degree 423 Sum up aH the delights 429 T. Tho* beauty tike the rote 3 Teach me, CbUt^ how to prove 16 *Tis I have feven braw now gowns 2 1 The meal was dear flK)rt fyne x6 Tell me, Uatmiia^ tdl me why 30 Tell me, tell me, charming creature 3^ *l'wa8 fummer, and the day was hkt 37 The lad time I came 6*tt the moor 39 The lafs of Piatjh mill 4O Tho* for feven years and mair hoBOOfi f^c* 54. ViUy has a (lore of charms 7S The pawky auld carle came o*er thelo^ 7S The lawland lads think they are fine 8^ The collier has a daughter - €7 This is not mine ain houfe 96 The maltman comes on Mtinday 97 There was a wife won*d in a glcii ^"^ loO The ihepherd M§ms -^- uf The carle he came o'er the crofc 1 17 The night her filent fable wore 12} *Twas at the fearful midnight hour •z T INDEX. xxi The fan was funk beneath the hill 1 39 The morn was fair, faft was the air 142 The widow can bake, and the widow can brew 149 The lawland maids gang trig and fine 1 50 ^Tis not your beauty, nor your wit 1 g$ The yellow hair*d laddie fat down on yon brae r 83 Thus let us (ludy night and day • 184 The dorty will repent . 200 The laird who in riches and honour 202 The bonny grey tytd morning begins to peep 208 Ten years, like Troy, my ftubbom heart 228 *Twas when the Teas were roaring 244 The ordinance a-board 2^1 Thb* cruel you Teem to my pain 25 $ Tnnlporced with pleafure 273 Tlie uges of old 313 The fmiling morn, the breathing (pring 3 1 8 There came a ghoft to Margaret* % door 324 *Twas at the (hining mid-day hour 333 There was anes a M«f, and fhe loo'd na men 336 The graces and the wandring loves 342 TanywoQ, tarry woo 378 The terrible law, whev it fiiftens its paw 387 The play of love is now begun \ 387 To tamgf fair coald I impart 388 The nymph that undoes me is ^ir and unkind 392 I Thefweet ro^r mom peeps over the hills 393 I The fun was itiok beneath the hill 39$ Oii|ySi, a yonng and amVous fwaia ■ 399 I There gowans aie gay, my joy 4^x Thro' all the employments of life 41 o 'Tis woman that fedoccs all mankind 417 TJM mifer thus a (hilling fees 419 The eamefleffl end lawyers are jugglers alike 420 The Srft tiiae at the looking-glafs 42 1 Thos gamefiers united in friendfhip are found 42 1 The modes of the court (o common are growd- 422 The gypiies came to our good lord's gate . 427 The world is always jarring 4^4 Ti» xxii INDEX. 'Tis wine that clears the underflandiDg 43 e. There were three lads in our town 436 The manners of the great afFcdt 436 U. Upon a fair morning for fofc recreation 104 Upbraid me not^ capricious fair 4f3 4 W. What beauties does F/ora difclofe When we meet again, PMy g When flowry meadows deck the year 1 1 Why hangs that cloud upon thy brew 1 z While fops in faft Italian verfe 2 2 When we came to Loudon town 31 When innocent paftime our plcafure did crown 3 z While fome for plcafure pawn their health 43 When trees did bud, and fields were green 4; What means this niceucfs now of late 57 With broken words, and downcaft eyes 77 Where wad bonny J^ne \y 80 Will yc go to the cw-bughts, Marion 81 What numbers fhall the mufe repeat 86 When I think on my lad 93 When abfcnt from the nymph I love ^ 1 10 With tuneful pipe and hearty glee * 141 When fummer comes the fwains on ^woetd 144 Willy ^ ne'er enquire what end ' 148 When I've a fax pence under my thumb 1 54 When beauty bla7.es heavenly bright 160 While our flocks are a feeding 161 When Phoebus bright the azure skies 179 IVilly was a wanton wag 1 88 When firfl my dear laddie gndc to the green hill Sos Were I aflTur'd you'll conlhnt prove 204 Well J agree, you're lure of me ' 205 When hope was quite funk in defpair 207 Whilll T fondly view the charmer 227 Whild 1 gaze on Chloe trembling 228 X Would r INDEX. xxiii Would you hav^ a young virgin of fifteen years 23^ Why. fo pale and wan, fond lover 24g WeMl drinky and weMl never have done^ boys 25^ While the lover is thinking 253 Where oxen do low 26 j When Chlm we ply 278 WouM you chuie a wife 286 Why (hou'd a fooli(h marriage vow 29; When lovely Thillis tkou arc kind 2gg Why we love, and why we hate 30:5 When bright Aurelia tript the plain 308 While filently I lov'd, nor dar'd 2 1 2 We all CO conquering beauty bow 3 1^ Willy* % rare, and Willy" % fair 3 2 1 When betimes on the morn to the fields we repair 330 .^Vhen the bright God of day ^ 3 ^ ^Vhilft I alone your foul poiTed 3^8 When I was a young lad 3*^-* When my locks are grown hoary ^5^ • ■ When thy beauty appears ^70 Would fate to me Belinda give 391 When Delia on the plain appears yfi What the' they call me country lafs 4-22 \Vhoe'cr beholds my Hden^ face 407 Why will Florelkif when 1 gaze 41 - Were I laid on GreenlawT^ coall 410 When you cenfure the age 42 1 What gudgeons are we men 422 What woman couM do, I have try*d to be (ttt 43 3 When gay PMlander fell a prize 43^ With cvVy grace young Ztrephan chofc 439 We have no idle pratting 4j.^ V. ^ Virgins are like the fair flower in its ludre 418 Virgins, if e'er at lall it prove 43 \ ^- xxiv INDEX. Y. Ye powers I was D/tmm then fo bleft lOr Ye Gods ! was StrepM^ piAure bleft i % Ye gales that gently wkve the fea 1 8 Ye watchful goardiacs of the fair 41 Ye (bepherds and nymphs that adom the gaj plain 47 Young Pbitander woo'd me Ung 189 Ye bly theft lads and laffes gay 193 Young CwydoH and Pkiiiis S5S Ye beaux of plcafiue 974 Yei I could love ^ I coo'd find 287 You may ceafe to complain 288 Ye virgin powers, defend my heart 29 ; You that love mirth, attend to my long ^99 Ym, all the uK>rld will fare agree 301 Ye highlands and ye lawlandf 356 Yoong Roger came tapping 370 Young Reger of the mill 379 Young virgins love pleafure 400 You meaner beauties of the night 403 Ye nymphs and iilvan gods 411 Youth's the feafon made for joys 4^0 Ye powers tkat o*er mankind prefide 43 1 Bonnj ( I ) Bonny CHRISTY. HG W fweetly fmells the fimmer green ! Sweet taHe the peach and coerry ; Paintine and order pleafe oar een. And claret makes us merry : Bat fined colours, fruits and fipwecs^ • And wine, tho* I be thirfty, Lo& a* their charms and weaker powers^ ComparM wth thofe of Chrifty^ , ■ - • * When wand'ring o'er the flow'ry park, No natural beauty wanting, How lightfome is't to hear the lark. And birds in conforc chanting ? Bat if my Chrifty tunes her voice, I'm rapt in admiration ; My thoughts with extafies rejoice. And drap the hale creation. Whene'er (he fmiles a kindly glance, I take the happy omen. And aften mint to make advance. Hoping (he'll prove a woman : Bat diibious of my ain defert, , * My fentiments I fmother ; With fecret fighs I vex my heart. For fear (he love another. Thus fang blate Etiie by a burn. His Chrifty did o'er-hear him : She doughtna let her lover mourn. But e'er he wift drew near him. Vol. I. B She ^:^ ( 2 ) She fpake her favour with a look, Which lefc nae room to doubt her ; He wifelv this white minute took, And flang his arms about her. My Chrifty /— witncfs, bonny flream, Sic joys frae tears arifing, I wifh this may na be a dream ? O love the maift furprifing f Time was too precious now for tauk ; Til is point of a' his wiflies He wadna with fet fpeeches bauk^ But war*d it a* on kifTes. T^he Bujh aboon Traquair. HEAR me, ye nymphs, and every fwain, ril tell how Ftggy grieves me, U'ho' thus I languiih, thus complain, Alas ! (he ne'er believes me. My vows and iighs, like filent air. Unheeded never move her ; Ac the bonny bufh aboon Traquair^ 'Twas there I firil did love her. That day ihe fmil'd, and made me glad. No maid feem'd ever kinder ; I thought myfclf the luckieft lad. So iweetly there to find her. I try'd to footh my am'rous flame. In words that I thought tender ; If more there pafs'd, Tm not to blame, I meant not to offend her. Yet now (he fcornful flees the plain. The fields we then frequented ; If e^er we meet fhe fhews difdain. She looks as ne'er acquainted. The v- >»-^ (3) The bonny blufh bIoom*d fair in M/iy, Its fweets Til ay remember ; But now her frowns make it decay. It fades as in December. Ye rural powers, who hear my ftraios. Why thus Ihould Peggy grieve mp ? Oh ! make her partner in my )^zm^ Then let her fmiles reheve me. If noty my love will turn defpalr^ My paffion no more tender, I'll leave the bufh aboon TraquAtr^ To lonely wilds I'll wander. An O D E. To the Turn of^ Polwarth on the Greent TH O' beauty, like the rofe, That fmiles on Polwarth Green, In various colours fhows. As 'tis by fancy feen : Yet all its different glories ly United in thy face. And vertue,. like the fun on high. Gives rays to ty'^ty grace. So charming is her air. So fmooth, fo calm her mind. That to fome angePs care Each motion feems ailign'd : But yet fo chearful, fprightly, gay. The joyful moments fly. As If for wings they ftole the ray She darteth from her eye. Kind am'rous Cupiifs^ while With tuneful voice Ihe fings. Perfume her breath and fmile. And wave their balmy wings : B z BmI (4) But as the tender bluflies rife. Soft innocence doth warm. The foul in blifsful extafies DiiTolveth ia the charm. D. TWEE D-SIDE. WHAT beauties does F/ora difclofe ? How fweet are her fmiles upon Tweed? Yet Mary's Mi Tweeter than thofe ; Both nature and fancy exceed. Nor daify, nor fweet blufhing rofe. Not all the gay flowers of the field. Not Tiveed gliding gently thro' thofe. Such beauty and pleafure does yield. The warblers are heard in the grove, The linnet, the lark, and the thrufh. The blackbird, and fweet cooing dove* * With mufick enchant evVy bufh. Come, let us go forth to the mead. Let us fee how the primrofes (jpring. We'll lodge in fome village on ^'weed, And love while the featherM folks (ing. How does my love pafs the lone day ? Does Mary not 'tend a few meep ? Do they never carelefly flray. While happily fhe lyes afleep ? Tnjjied^t murmurs (hould lull her to reft % Kind nature indulging my bliis. To relieve the fofc pains of my breaH, rd (teal an ambroilal kifs. 'Tis (he does the virgins excell. No beauty with her may compare ; Lovers graces all round her do dwell. She's fairefty where thoufands are fair. Say, (5) Say, cliarmcr, where da thy flocks dray ? Oh ? tell me at noon where they feed ; Shall I feek them on fweet winding 7ay^ Or the pieafanter banks of the Ttueed^ SONG. To the Tunc of, Woe's my heart that nutfiwitl/utuler. IS Hamilla then my own \ O ! the dear, the charming treafure : Fortune now in vain (hall frown ; All my future life is pleafure. See how rich with youthful grace, ^, fieauty warms her evVy feature ; Smiling heaven is in her face. All is gay, and all is nature. ^ See what mingling charms arife, Rofy fmiles, and kindling blufhes ; Love fits laughbg in her eyes. And betrays her fecret wiihes. Hafte then from th* Idalian grove. Infant fmiles, and fports, and graces ; Spread the downy couch for love, And lull us in your fweet embraces* < Softeft raptures, pure from noife. This fair happy night farround us ; While a thoufand fp'rilly joys Silent flutter all around us. Thus unfowr'd with care or ftrifc. Heaven dill guard this, deareft bkfling \ While we tread the path of life, , Loving Hill, and ilillpoflefling,- -'^ ■ S. B 3 A SO N G. A SONG. LE T's be jovial, fill our glaflcs, Madnefs *ci8 for us to thinks How the warld is ruPd by aiTeF, And the wife are fway'd by chink. Fa, /a, ra, &c. Then never let vain cares opprefs as^ Riches are to them a fnare* We're ev*ry one as rich as Crcefus^ While our bottle drowns our care. ta^ la, ra, &C« Wine will make as as red as rofes» And our forrows quite forget : Come, let us fuddle all ournofesy Drink ourfelves qqite out of debt, Ta, la, ra, &C. When grim death is looking for us, We are toping at our bowls, Bacchus joining in the chorus ; Death be gone, here's none but fouls.' Fa, la, ra, &c. Godlike Bacchus thus commandirg. Trembling death away fhall fly. Ever after underilanding Drinking fouls can never dy. Fa, la,, ra, &c. Muirland (7) Muirland Willie. HA R K E N and I will tell you how Young Muirland JVillie came to woOj I'ho* he could neither fay nor do ; The truth I tell to you. But ay he crys, whatever betide, Maggyy V{t ha'e her to be my bride, Withafal, dal, &c. On his gray yade as he did ride. With durk and piftol by his fide, He prick'd her on wi* mcikle pride, ,. . Wi* meikle mirth and glee. Out o'er yon mofs, out o'er yon moir. Till he came to her dady*s door. With afal, dal, &c. Goodman, quoth he, be ye within, Tm come your doughter's love to win, I care no for making meikle din ; What anfwer gi' ye me ? Now, wooer, quoth he, ' wouM ye light down, ril gie ye my Doughter's love to wm. With afal, daly &c. Now, wooer, fin ye are lighted down. Where do ye win, or in what town \ I think my doghter winna gloom On iic a lad as ye. The wooer he ftep'd up the houfe. And wow but he was wond*rous croofe. With afal, dal, &c. I have three bwfen in a plough, Twa good ga*en yads, and gear enough. The place they ca' it Cadeneugh i 1 fcorn to tell a lie : B 4 Befideti (8) ' Befides, I had frae the great laird, A peat pat, and a lang kail-yard. With a fat, &c. The maid put on her kirtle brown. She was the braweft in a* the town » I wat on \i\m (he did na gloom. But blinkit bonnilie. The lover he flended up in hade. And gript her hard about the wade, With afai, &c. To win your love, maid, Fra come here, I'm young, and hae enough o' gear ; And for my fell you need na fear. Troth try me whan ye like. He took afF his bonnet, and fpat in his chew. He dighted his gab, and he pri*d her mou*. With afal, &c. The maiden blufhM and bingM fu law, She had na will to fay him na. But CO her'dady (he left it a\ As they twa cou'd agree. 1 he lover he ga*e her the tither kifs, Syne ran to her dady, and telfd him this, With afal, &c. Your doghter wad na fay me na, But to your fell (he has left it a'. As we couM gree between us twa ; Say what'll ye gi' me wi' her ? Now, wooer, quo' he, I ha'e no meikle, But (ic's I ha'e ye*8 get a pickle. With afai, &Q. A kilnfu of corn Til gi'e to thee. Three foums of (heep, twa good milk ky, Ye's ha'e the wadding dinner free ; Troth I dow do no mair. Conten (9) Content, quo* he, a bargain be*t, I'm far frae hame, make hafte let's do't^ The bridal day it came to pafs, ^ith mony a blythfome lad and la& ; But iicken a day there never was. Sic mirth was never feen. I^his winfome couple ilraked hands, \ Adefs John tyM up the marriage bands^ And our bride's maidens were na few^ "Wi* tap- knots, lug-knots, a* in blew, Prae tap to tae they were braw new. And blinkit bonnilie. Their toys and mutches were fae clean. They glanced in our ladfes* een, ' With afal, &c. Sic hirdum, dirdum, and iic din, Wi' he o*er her, and Ihe o'er him ; The minftrels they did never blin, Wi* meikle mirth and glee. And ay they bobit, and ay they beckt. And ay their wames together met. With afal, &c. Z, Hhe promised Joy. To the Tune of, Carle and the King come. WHE Ntue meet again^ Phely, JVhen ive meet again, Phely, Raptures *will reward our pain, - And lofi nfult in gain% Phely, B 5 . ' LoBg ( lo) Lons; tBe fport of. fortune driv'fl. To de^air our thoughts were giv*o. Our odds will all be ev.'n, Phely^ When nve meet again, Phely, i^fc. Now in dreary diftant groves, ' Tho* we moan uke turtle-doves. Suffering beil our virtue proves. And will enhance our loves, PJbeJfy, fVhen *we meet again^ PheJy, fs^r. Joy will come in a furprize, 'Till its h^ppy hour arife ; Temper well your love-fick fighs. For hope fcnecomes the wife, Phely. When ive meet again, Phely, When ive meet again, Phely, Captures ixnll.reiuard ourpain^ And lofs re/ult in gain, Phely, M. 7b Delia, on her drawing him to her Valentine. To the Tunc of, Black E^fd Sulan, YE powers ! was Damon then fo bleft. To fall to charming Delia's fhare : Delia, the beauteous maid, pofleft Of all that's fofc, and all that's fair ? Here ceafe thy bounty, O indulgent hcav'n, I afk no more, for all my wilh is given. J" " I came, and Delia fmiling (how*d. She fmird, and fhow'd the happy name ; With rifing joy my heart o'erfiow'd, "I/ch and biefl the new born-flame. May fofteft pleafures carelefs round her move. May all her nights be joy, and days be love* She drew the treafure from her breail. That brcaft where lOve and graces play, name beyond expreffion bled ! Thus lodg'd with all that^s fair and gay. To be fo lodg'd ! the thought is eXtafy, Who would not wiih in paradife to ly ? R. The Faithful Shepherd. To the Tune o^ Auld langfjne. WHEN flowVy meadows deck the ycar> And fporting lambkins play. When fpangl'd fields rencw'd appear. And mufick wak'd the day ; Then did my Chhe leave her bow'r. To hear my am'rous lay, Warm'd by my love, flie vow'd no pow'r Shou*d lead her heart aflray. The warbling quires from ev'ry bough Surround our couch in throngs. And all their tuneful art beftow. To give us change of fongs : Scenes of delight my foul poAeft*d, I blefs*d, then hiig'd my maid ; I robM the kifTe^ from her breall. Sweet as a noon- day's (hade« Joy tranfporting never fiiils To fly away as air. Another fwain with her prevails To be as falfe as fair. What can my fatal paffion cure ? ril never woo again j . All her difdain I muft endure. Adoring her m vain. *•.--" B 6 . What \ ( 12 ) What piey 'tis to hear the boy Thus fighiDg with his pain ; But time and fcOrn may give him joy. To hear her figh again. Ah ! fickle Chloe^ be advisM, Do not thyfelf beguile, h faithful lover (hould be priz'd. Then cure him with a fmile. ' O. STo Mrs. S. H. on her taking fomething ill Ifaid. To the Tunc of, HaUm Ev'n. WH Y hangs that cloud upon thy brow ? That beauteous heaven ere while ferene ? Whence do thefe &otms and tempefls flow. Or what this guft of paffion mean ? And mud then mankind lofe that light. Which in thine eyes was wont to fhine, And ly obfcure in endlefs nieht. For each poor filly fpeech of mine ? Dear child, how can I wrong thy name. Since *tis acknowledge at all hands. That could ill tongues abufe thy fame. Thy beauty can make large amends : Or if I durft profanely try Thy beauty's pow'rful charms t' upbraid, Thy virtue well might give the lie. Nor call thy beauty to its aid. For Venus every heart t' enfnarc. With all her charms has deckt thy face^ And Pallas with unufual care. Bids wifdom heighten every grace. Who can the double pain endure ; Or who mufl not refign the field I ( 13) To thee, celefUal maid, fecure With Cupid*s bow, and Pa//as' fhicld ? If then to thee fuch pow*r is given. Let not a wretch in torment live. But fmile, and learn to copy heaven. Since we muH fin ere it forgive. Yet pitying heaven not only does Forgive th' offender and th* offence^ But even itfelf appeased beflows. As the reward of penitence. ^ H. The Broom of Cowdenknows. How blyth ilk mom was I to fee The Twain come o'er the hill ! He (kipt the burn, and flew to me : I met him with good will. the broom, the bonny honhy broom, The broom of Cowdenknows ; / wjb I were *wM my dear /wain, IFitb his pipe and my envs, 1 neither wanted ew nor lamb. While his flock near me lay : He gatherM in my fheej^ at night. And chearM me a^ the dayv O the broom, &c. He tanM his pipe and reed fae fweet. The burds Hood liftning by : E'en the dull cattle flood and gaz'd, CharmM with his melody. the broom, &c. While thus we fpent oar time by turns. Betwixt our flocks and play : 1 envy*d not the faireft dame, Tho* ne*er fae rich and gikyi O the broom^ &c ( 14) Hard fate that I fhouM baniihM be. Gang heavily and mourn, Becaufe I lovM the kindeA fwain That ever yet was born. O the broomy Sec, He did oblige me every hour, Cou'd I but faithfu' be ? He (law my heart : CouM I refufe Whate'er he afk'd of me ? O tbe broom. Sec, My doggie, and my little kit That held my wee foap whey. My plaidy, broach, and crooked ftick. May now ly ufelefa by. O tbe broom. Sec. Adiea, ye Cofwdeninonvs, adieu. Farewell a* pleafures there } Ye gods, reHore me to my fwain, Is a^ I crave or care. O the broom, the bonny bonny broom, 7he broom of Cowdenknows : Inui/h 1 ivere twith my dear fwain. With his pipe and my ews% S, Ri To Chl O E. To the Tune of, Iwjb my Lwe were in a Mire^ O Lovely maid [ how dear's thy pow'r f At once I love, at once adore : With wonder are my thoughts pofied. While fofteft love inipires my breaft. This lender look, tbefc eyes of mine, Confefs their amVous mailer thine ;- Thef^ ( '5 ) Thefe eyes with SirepbotC% ptiEon plajr^ Firft make me love, and then betray* Ves, charmiflg vidor, I am thine^ Poor as it is, this heart of mine Was never in another's powV, Was never pierc'd by love before. ^ In thee I've treafur'd up my joy, Thoa can^jft give blifs, or bJifs deftroy : And thus Tve bound myielf to love. While blifs or mifery can move. O (hould I ne'er pollefs thy charms^ Ne*er meet my comfort in thy arms ;. Were hopes of dear enjoyment gone> Still would I love, love thee alone. But, like fome difcontented (hade . That wanders where its body's laid. Mournful I'd roam with hollow glare. For ever exil'd from my feir. Upon bearing bis PiSiure was in CHLOEli Breajl^ To the Tune of. The fourteen of October. YEgods! was ^/r^^»'s pifture blefl *-With the fair heaven of Cbloe*s breaft ? Move fofcer,. thou fond flutt'ring heart. Oh gently throb,— -too fierce thou art» Tell me, thou brighteft of thy kind, For Strephan was the blifs defign'd } For StrefhoiC% fake, dear charming maid, Didil thou prefer hi$ wand'^riog flude ? And thou, bleft (hade, that fweetly art Lodged fo near my Cbloe% heart, For me the tender hour improve. And fofcly tell how dear I love. Ungrate* I ( i6) • Ufigrateful thing f it fcorns to hear Its wretched mafter's ardent prayV, Ingroillng all that beauteous heaven. That C^loe^ lavi(h maid, has given* I cannot blame thee : Were I lord Of all the wealth thofe breads afFbrd, I*d be a mlfer too, nor give An alms to keep a God alive. Oh fmile not thus, my lovely fair. On thefe cold looks, that lifelefs are. Prize him whofe bofom glows with fire. With eager love and foft defire. ^Tis true thy charms, O powerful maid^ ?o life can bring the filent made : hou can^fl furpafs the painter's art. And real warmth and flames impart. But oh f it ne*er can love like me, I*ve ever lov'd, and lov'd but thee : Then, charmer, giiant my fond requeft. Say thou canft love, and make me bleil. Song for a Serenade. To the Tune of, T[h$ broom of Cowdenknows* TEACH me, CJ^^Ue, how to prove My boaded flame flncere : *Tis hard to tell how dear I love. And hard to hide my care. Sleep in vain difplayi her charms. To bribe my foul to reft. Vainly fpreads her filken arms. And courts me to her breafl. Where (17 ) Where can Sirepbou find repofe. If Qtloe is not there ? For ah f no peace his bofom knows^ When abfent from the fair. What tho* Fhoehus from on high Withholds his chearfol ray. Thine eyes can well his light fupply^ And give me more than day. L^ J JjA)e is the Caufe of my Mourning. BY a murmuring flream a fair ihepherdefs lay. Be fo'kindy O ye nymphs, I oftimes heard her Tay, 'J'ell Strephon I die, if he pafles this way. And that love is tbt caufe of mj mourniug, Falfe ihepherds^hat tell me of beauty and charms. You deceive me, for Strepbonh cold heart never warms | Yet bring me this Strephon^ let me die in his arms,. Ob Strephon I the caufe of my mourning. Bat firft; faid (he, let me go Down to the ihades below. E'er ye let Strephon know That I have lov'd him fo : Then on my pale cheek no blufhes will ihow nat love loas the caufe of my mourning. Her eyes were fcarce clofed when Strephon csLme by. He thought fhe'd been fleeping, and foftly drew nigh ; But finding her breathlefs, oh heavens f did he cry, ufb Chloris ! the caufe- of my mourning, Reftore me my Chloris^ ye nymphs, ufe your art. They fighing, reply *d, 'twas yourfelf (hot the dart That wounded the tender young ihepherdefs' hearty jtnd killed the poor Chloris wuith mourning. Ah then is Chloris dead. Wounded by me f he faid ; I'll follow thee, chafle maid, Down to the filent (hade. Thea (18) Then on her cold fnowy bread leaning his head. Expired the foor Strephon ivith mounting. X« To Mrs. A. H. on feeing her at a Confort. To the Tune of, ThehonnieJlLafs in a' tb^Warld. LOOK where my dear Hamllla fmiles, Hmmilla / heavenly charmer i See how with all their arts and wiles The L9*ves and Graces arm her, A blufh dwells gTowing on her cheeks. Fair feats of youthful pleafures, There love in fmiling language fpeaks. There fpreads his rofy treafares. O ftiipcft maid, I own thy poWV, I gaze, I iigh, and laoguiib, ' Yet ever, ever will adore, And triumph in my aneuifh. But eafc, O charmer, cafe my care. And let my torments move thee ; As thou art fairefl of the fair. So I the deareft love thee. 2. C. Jbe Bonny SCOT. To the. Tune of, The Boat-man. YE gales that gently wave the fea. And pleafc the canny boat- man. Bear me frac hence, or bring to me My brave, my bonny 5^^/— man : In haly bands We join*d our hands, Ytt ( »9 ) Yet may not this difcover. While parents rate A large eilate. Before a fal(hfa' lover. Bat I loor chafe in Highland glens To herd the kid and goat — man^ £*er I cou*d for fie little ends Refufe my bonny Scot — man. Wae worths the man Wha firft began The bafe ungenerous faihlon^ Frae greedy views Love's art to ufe. While Grangers to its paffion. Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth, Hafle to thy longing laffie. Who pants to prefs thy bawmy mooth^ And in her bofbm hawle thee. Love gi*es the word^ Then hafte on board. Fair winds and tenty boat-maa. Waft o'er, waft o'er Frae yonder (hore^ My blyth, my bonny Scot — man. Scornfu^ Nanfy. To its own Tune. NAN S Y*8 to the Gnen Wood gane^ To hear the G«w^i»i chatl'ring. And Willie he has followed her. To gain her love by flatt'ring : Bnt a' that he cpu'd fay or do. She geck'd and fcorned at him ; And ay when he began to woo, Slie bid him mind wha gat him. What i ( 20 ) What ails ye at my dad, quoth he^ My mimmy or my aunty ? With crowdy mowdy they fed me, Lang kail and ranty-tanty : With bannocks of good barley-meal. Of thae there was right plenty, With chapped flocks fou butter'd well ; And was not that right dainty ? Altho' my father was nae laird, 'Tis daffin to be vaunty, He keepit ay a good kail-yard, A ha* houfe and a pantry : A good blew bonnet on his head. An owrlay 'bout his cragy ; And ay until the day he died. He rade on good (hanks nagy. Now wae and wander on your fnout. Wad yc hae bonny Vlanjy ? Wad ye compare ye*r fell to me^ A docken till a tanfie ? I have a wooer of my ain. They ca* him fouple Sandy^ And well I wat his bonny mou* Is fweet like fogar-candy. Wow, t^anfy^ what needs a' this d!n ? Do I not ken this Saniy ? I'm fure the chief of a' his kin Was Rah the beggal" randy : His minny Meg upo' her back Bare baith him and his billy ; Will ye compare a nafly pack To me your winfome Willy ? My gutcher left a good braid fword, Tho' it be auld and rufly. Yet ye may tak it on my word. It is baith Aout and trafty ^ (21 ) can but get it drawn* will be right uneafy, baith my lugs in pawn, e (hall get a heezy. nfy tarnM her round about, jdy Did Sandy hear ye^ a mifs to get a clout, he difna fear ye : yfi^x tongue and fay nae mair, me where elfe your fancy ; ing*s Sandy^s to the fore, iver (hall get Nanfy. Z; Slighted Nanfy. the Tune of. The Kirk wad let me be. '. S I have feven braw new gowns. And ither feven better to mak, t for a^ my new gowns, vooer has ;urn*d his back. I have feven milk-ky, Sandy he has but three ; :t for a' my gooJ ky, . ladie winna ha*e me. lie*s a .delver of dikes, nither can card and fpin, im a fine fodgel lafs, the filler comes linkin in : er comes linkin in, it is fou fair to fee, :y times wow ! O wow I t ails the lads at me ? WVftn When ever oar Baty does bark. Then faft to the door I rin. To fee gin ony young fpark Will Tight and venture but in : But never a ane will come in, Tho* mony a ane etei by. Syne far ben the houie I rin ; And a weary wight am I. When I was at my fird prayers, I prayM but anes i* tne year, I wi^'d for a handfome* young lad. And a lad with muckle gear. When I was at my neift prayVs, I-preyM but now and than, I fafh*d na my head about gear. If I get a handfome young man* Now when Pm at my lafl pray*rs. I pray on baith night and day. And O f if a begg^ wad corner With that fame beggar Td gae. And O I and what'll come o' me ? And O ! and what'll I do ? That fie a braw lafBe as I ShouM die for a wooer I trow. Lucky Nanjy. To the Tunc of. Dainty Davie. WHILE fops in (aft Italian \ttk, nk fair ane's een and breaft rehearfe^ While fangs abound and fenfe is fcarce, Thefe lines I have indited : But neither darts nor arrows here, Finus nor Cupid fhall appear. And ye( with thefe fine founds I fwear. The maidens are delited. ( 23 ) I *ujas ay ul ling you. Lucky Nanfy, lucky Nanfy, Auld Jprlngs ivad dii^ the netAf, But ye nuad never tronu mf» •or fnaw with crimfon will I mix^ *o fpread upon my laifie's cheeks ; md fyne th* anmeaniog name prefix, Miranda, Cbloe, or Phillis. 11 fetch nae (iroile frae Jove^. Aj height of extafy to prove, ^or fighing, — thus— jprefenc my love With rofes eek and llfiiesi I fwas ay telling you, &C. Bat ftay,—- 1 had amaifl forgot My mifb-efs and my fang'to boot^ And that*8 an unco* faat I wate : Bat Nanjy^ *tis nae matter. ^ Ye fee I dink my verfe wi' rhyme. And ken ye, that atones the crime ; Fofby, how fweet my numbers chyme. And Aide away like water. I was ay telling you, &c* / I Now ken, my reverend fonfy fair, |. Thy rankled cheeks and lyart hair^ Thy half fhut een and hodling air. Arc a* my paflion*s fcwel. Nae ikyriog gowk, my dear, can fee, .||-Orlove, or grace, or heaven in thee ; Yet choa halt charms anew for me. Then fmilc, and be na cruel. ^t% me on thy fna^wy poiv, ^»cky Nanfy, lucky Nanfy, Dryefi nvood 'will eitheft lo^^ ^nd^zxiiy fae nnillye how» / • X Troth ( 24 ) Troth I have fung the fang to you» Which ne*er anither bard wad do ; Hear then my charitable vow, / Dear venerable Nanjy. But if the warld my paffion wrang» And hy, ye only live in fang, Kea I defpife a fland*ring tongue. And (ing to pleafe my fancy. Leeze me on thy, &c. . Q^ jl SCOTS Cantata; The Tune after an Italian Manner. Composed by Signior Lorenzo Bocchi. Re c it a t I ve. BL AT E Jonny faintly teld fair Jean his mind ; - yeany took pleafure to deny him lang ; He thought her fcom came frae her heart unkind. Which gart him in defpair tune up this fang. Air. bonny laffie, fince 'tis fae. That I'm defpis'd by thee, 1 hate to live ; but O Pm wae. And unko fweer to die. Dear Jeany, think what dowy hours I thole by your difdain ; Ah f ihould a breaft fae faft as yours, Contain a heart of ilane ? Re CITATIVB. Thefe tender notes did a' her pity move. With melting heart (he liftned to the boy ; O'ercome (he fmil'd, and promised him her l©ve : He in return thus fang his rifing joy. A I R« in) Hence frae my breaft, contentious care» YeVe tint the power to pine ; My Jeanfz good, my Jeany*s fair. And a^ her fweets are mine. fpread thine arms, and gi*e me fowtb Of dear enchanting blifs, A thoofand joys around thy mouth Gi*e heaven with ilka kifs* The TOAST. To the Tune of. Saw ye myPEGGT. COME lct*8 ha'e mair wine in, Bacchus hates repining, Vimu loos nae dwining. Let's be blyth and free. Away with dull. Here t'ye, Sir ; Ye're miftrefi, Robie, gi es her, We*ll drink her health wi' pleafure. Wha's belovM by thee. Then let Peggy warm ye, That's a lafs can charm ye, And to joys alarm ye. Sweet is ihe to me. Some angel ye wad ca* her. And never wilh ane brawer. If ye bare-headed faw her Kiltet to the knee. /'^GGra dainty lafs is. Come let's join our glares. And rcfrcfli our haufes With a health to thee. I^t coofs their cafli be clinking, ^ ftatefmen tint in thinking, While we with love and drinking. Give our cares the lie. ^ C Mfljie^a \ ( 26 ) Mag 1 e's Tocher. Tc its ain Tum. TH E meal was dear (hort fyne^ We buckrd us a* the gicher ; And M^ggif was in her prime. When Trfilie iriade coardhip till her : Twa piilals charged begucfs. To gie the courting fhot ; And fyne came ben the lafs, Wi' fwats drawn frae the batt. •He firft fpeerM at the guidman. And lyne at Gi/es the mither. An ye wad gi's a bit land. We'd buckle us e'en the gither. My daughter ye fhall hae, ril gi* you her by the hand ; But I'll part wi' my wife by my fae. Or I part wi* my land. Your tocher it fail be good, There's nane fall hae its maik. The lafs bound in her fnood. And Crummie who kens her (lake ; With an auld bedden o' claiths. Was left me by my mither. They're jet black o'er wi' flaes Ye may cudle in them the gither. Ye fpeak right well, guidman. But ye maun mend your hand. And think o' modeily. Gin ye'll not quat your land : We are but young, ye ken. And now we're gawn the gither, A houfe is butt and benn. And Crummie will want her fother^ '( 27 ) The bairns are coming on, . And they'll cry, O their mhUtif f We have nouther pat nor pah^ But four bare legs the gicher. Your tocher^s b^ good enough^ For that you need na feay, Twa good ftilts to the pleugh; Aw yc'yonr fclf maan (leer : — • — - Ye ihall hae twa good pocks That anes were c?'th/twtil, ' The t*ane to had the grots. The ithcr to had the meal : ; ; With ane auld kid made of wands> And that Call be yodr c6ffi*, Wi' aiken woody bands, ' . And that may had your tdicheiv Confider well, guidman, We hae but borrowed gear. The horfe thaj I ride on Is Satufy Wilfott^^ mare.t The fadle's nane of my ain. An thae*s but borrowed hoots^ And whan that I gac hame, I maun take to my coots : The cloak is Geordf Watt's, That gars^me look fae cronfe ; Come fill us a cogue of fwats, We'll make na mair toom rufe^ I like you well, young lad, For telling me fae plain, I married when little I had; 0' gear that was my ain. ^ut fm that thing* are fae. The bride fhe maun cowie furth, Tho' a* the gear ftieMl hae, ft*Il be but little worth. C a . - A bar- .'i (a8) A bargain it maun be, Fy cry on Giiis the mither : Content am I, quo* (he, £*en gar the hiffie come hither. The bride fhe gade till her bed. The bridegroom he came till her ; The fidler crap in at the fit. An they cudPa it a* the gither. Z, A SONG. To the Tunc of, BSnk over th Burft^faoeet Betty. LEAVE kindred and friends^ fweet Bitty. Leave kindred and friends for me i AiTurM thy fervant is fteddy To love, to honour, and thee. The gifts of nature and fortune May fly by chance as they came ; They*re grounds the deftinies fport on. But vertue is ever the fame. / Akho' my fancy were roving. Thy charms fo heavenly appear. That other beauties difproving, IM worfhip thine, only my dean And fhou*d life*s forrows embitter The pleafure we promis*d our loves. To (hare them together is fitter. Than moan afunder, like doves. Oh ! were I but once fo bleflfed. To grafp my love in my arms I By thee to be grafpM ! and kilTed f And live on thy heaven of charms ; I*d laugh at fortune's caprices, ShouM fortune capricious prove ; Tho' death (hou'd tear me.to pieces, J[*d die a martyr to lore. M. I' A SONG. (29) A S O N G. To the Tunc of, TTje bonny gny^efd Morning* CELESTIAL mufes, tune your lyres, Grace all my raptures with your lays, Charminc;, enchanting Kate infpires. In lofty founds her beauties praife : How undefigning ihe difplays Such fcenes as raviih with deh'ght s Tho* brighter than meridian rays. They dazzle not, but pkafe the fight. Blind God, give this, this only dart, I neither will nor can her harm, I would but gently touch her heart. And try for once if that cou'd charm'. Go, Venusy vSc your favVite wile. As (he is beauteous, make her kind. Let all your graces round her fmile. And footh her till I comfort find. When thus, by yielding, I'm overpaid. And all my anxious cares removed. In moving notes Til tell the maid. With what pUre lafting flames I lov*d« Then ihall alternate life and death. My ravifhM fluttVing (bul poiTefs, The fofteft tendVeft things 1*11 breath. Betwixt each am^'rous fond carefs. O, SONG. To the Tunc of. The Broom of Cowdenknows^ SU B J E C T E I> to the pow'r of love. By NelP^ refilUefs charms. The fancy fixt no more can rove^ Or fly foft love*s alarms. c i G^r (30 ) Gay Damon had the skill to fhun AH craps by Cupid laid. Until his freedom was undone By t^jii the cpoquering maid. But who can (land the force of love. When fhe refolves to kill ? Her fparkling eyes love's arrows prove, And wound us with our will. O happy Damon, happy fair. What Cupid has begun. May faithful Hymen take a care To fee it fairly done. G • A SONG. Tune of L^an Water. ■ I Vitas hinnubo mejimilisj Chbe* TELL me, Hamiila, tell me why Thou doll from him that loves thee run ? . W ny from his foft embraces fly, And all his kind endearments fhun ? So flies the^<z4;», with fear opprefs'd, Seeking its mother ev^ry where, It ftarts at ev*ry empty blaft. And trembles when oo djcinger*8 near. • . And yet I keep thee but in vieWf To gaze the glories of thy fa^e, Not with a hateful ilept purfue. As age, to rifle every grace. Ceafe then, dear wildnefs, ceafe to toy. But hade all rivals to outlhine. And grown mature, and ripe for joy. Leave manias arms, and come to mine, W. jS South- (30 A Soutb-Sea Sang\ Tune of, For our long biding here* WH £ N we came to L$n(hn town. We dreamM of gowd in gowpmgs here^ And rantinly ran up and down. In rifing (locks to buy a skair : We daftly thought to row in rowth. But for our daffio pay'd right dear ; The lave will fare the war in trouth^ For our lang biding here. But when we find our purfes toom. And dainty flocks began to fa*, We hang our lugs, and wi* a gloom GirnM at flockjobbing ane and a\ If ye gang near the South-Sea houfij; . . The whillywha'fi will grip ye'r gear. Syne a' the lave will fare the war. For our lang biding here. Hap me with thy Petticoat. OBE LL, thy looks have kilPd my heart, i pafs the day in pain. When night returns I feel tlie frtiart. And wifli for thee in vain. Pm (larving in cold, while thou art warm ; Have pity and incline. And grant me for a hap that charm- ing petticoat of thincw My ravifh'd fancy in amaze. Still wanders o'er thy charms, DelaHve dreams ten thoufand wa}a; Prclent thee to my arms. C 4 Bat (32) But waking think what I endure. While cruel yen decline Thofe pleafureif which can only cure This panting breaft of mine. I faint, I fail, and wildly rove, fiecaufe you flill deny The fift reward that's due to love. And let true paflion die. Oh f earn, and let compaflion feizt That lovely breaft of thine ; Thy petticoat could give me cafe. If thou and it were mine. Sure heaven has fitted for delight That beauteous form of thine. And thouVt too good its law to (light, fiy hindring the defign. May all the powers of lovct. agree. At length to make thee mine, Or loofe my chains, and fet me free From ty^ry charm of thine. Love inviting Reafon. A S O N G to the Tune ofy^^Chami ma chattUy ne duce skar m. WHEN innocent paflime our pleafure did crown. Upon a green meadow, or under a tree. E'er Annit became a fine lady in town. How lovely and loving and bonny was (he } Rouze up thy reafon, my befiutifu' Anrne^ Let ne'er a new whim ding thy fancy a-jee ;— « O ( as thou art bonny, be faithfu' and cany. And favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. Does ( 33 ) Does tbe death of a lintwhlte give Amii the fplren f Can tyning of trifles be uneSfy to thee ?' Cao lap-doRS and monkies draw tears frae tHefe een. That looK with iodifierence on poor dying me ? lioafe up thy reafon, my beautifu* Afnii$^ And dinna prefer a paroquet to me ; f as thou art bonny, be prudent and cany. And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. Ah .' fhou*d a new manto or f landers lace head^ Or yet a wee cottie, tho' never fae fine. Gar thee grow forgetfu% and let his heart bleed. That anes had iome hope of purchafing thine f Kouze np thy reafon, ray beautifu* Anme, And dinna prefer yeV fleegeries to me ; \ as thou art bonny, be foJid and cany. And tent a true lover that doats upon thee. Shall a Paris edition of new-fangle Sany^ Tho' gilt o'er wi' laces and fringes he be,., By adoring himfelf, be admirM by fair Annie, And aim at thefe benifons promised to me I Rouze up thy reafon, my beautifa' Annie, A*nd never prefer a light dancer to me ; 1 as thou art bonny, be conilant and cany*. > Love only thy Jamit who doats upon thee; O! think, m|y dear charmer, on llkaftveethour^ That fl^e away faftly between thee and me,. E'er fqoirrels, 0|- beaus, or foppery had power To rival my love, and impofe upon 'thee. Kooze up thy reafon, my beaucifa' Annie, ^ And let thy defires be a' centerM in me ;; 01 as thou art bonny, be faithfu' and cany,- And love him wha's langing to center in thee; C S; Ri^ L (34) 72^^ Bob of Dumblane. A S S I E, leod me your braw hemp hpckle. And I'll lend yoii my thripling kame ; For fainijpfs, deary, Til gar ye keckle. If yf'll g<j dapce the Sob of Dunthlcnn, Hafte ye, gang to the ground of ye'r trunkies, Busk y^ Draw, and dinna think fhame ; Confider in time, if leading of monkies Be.beft^r thaii dancing the ^0^ of Dumblam: r Be frank, my l^ffi^, left I grow fickle. And take my word and offer aeain. Syne ye may chance to repent it mickle. Ye did nae accept of the Bob of Dumblane. The dinner, the piper and prieft Ihall be ready. And I'm grown dowy with lying my lane, Away then leave baith minny and dady, And try with me the Bob of Dumblane* SONG complaining of Abfence^ To the Tune of. My Jpron Dreary » AH Cbloe ! thou trcafure, thou joy of my breaft^ Since I parted from thee, Tm a granger to re^^ I fly to the grove, there to laaguifh and mourn, There figh for my charmer, and long to return. The field:» ail around me are fmiling an.d gay. But they fmilc all in vain * . ■■ my ChM^ away : The field anci the grove can afford me no eafe,— — • But bring me my Cbloe^ a defart will pleafe. '■ No virgin I fee that my bofom alarms, Fm cold to the faired, tho' glowing with charms. In vain they attack me, and fparkle the eye ; Thefe are not the looks of my CbUe^ 1 cry. Thefe (35) Tatk koks mhaz bs^^ '^vt^ I3x die £cs, feei €9*' Then, t^em xIm ^cu- &k oac wk Ibb] In ar ^!ttp I: «as pieucTC ill diy, k «» npnre £1 ta^i i Bs: DOW bj h&rd fcri-se rc3w»v"d froai aij airy Id Siecrtt 1 kpgi:iih, a prey to defi^ur. Boc ibfeoce uid xormcLt ihiat box bj l&iaDC^ ! KOu:d (be prererre ae a f laoe ia ker b:«i^ TkcQ abfeoce woald pScife aie, Ar I iroold be bML SONG, To the Tunc of, I fixed mf Pcwzy at htr. BRIGHT Crmtif'a's power dirinely gcett> ^hai heart is not obeying? A thoufand Cupids on ber %\ aif. And in her eyes are playing. She feems the queen of love to rei^ & For (he alone difpcnfes Sach fv^-eeta as bell can entertaia The gad of all the fenfes. Her face a charnning profped btiog^ Her breath gives balmy blilD^ i I hear an angel wh«n ^^ ^ogSi And tafte of heaven in kilTeS. Potir fenfea thus (he feafts with joy. From nature's richeft treafure : Let me the other fenfe employ, ^d 1 (hall die with pleafure. Xii C 6 A S ON G. (36) A 5 O N G. 'To the Tunc of, I ko^d a bonny Lady. TELL me, tell me, charming creature. Will you never cafe my pain ? Mttft I die for every feature ? Muft I always love in vain I The defire of admiration Is the pleafure you purfae ; Pray thee, try a Mingpaflion, Such a love as mine for you. Tears and fighing could not move you ;. For a rover ought to dare : When I plainly told I lov*d you. Then you faid I went too far. Are fuch giddy ways befeeming ? WiU my dear be fickle fiiU7 Conqueft is the joy of women,' Let their, flaves be what they wiill Your negle^ with torment iillft me, And my def|>!rate thoughts increafe v Fray coniider, if you kill me, Tou will have a lover left. If your wand'ring heart is beating "^""■^^liirnew lovers, let it be : But whekt-yQa have done coquetting^ Name a daf ^yaod fix on me. The R E P L r IN vam, fond youth, ^ thy tears give o*er f What more, alas I can F/avia do ? Thy truth I own, thy fate deplore : AU are not happy that aic true. Suppr^9 ,» Sapprefi thofe fighs, and weep no more r Should heayen and earth with thee combine^ Twere all in vain, fince any power. To crown thy love moft alur mine. Sot if revenge can eafe thy pam, m footh the ills I cannot cure> Tell that I drag a hopelefs chain, ^ And all diat I inili^ ensure. ^'be Rofe in Y a R R o w; Tathe Tune of^. MaryiScoti, TW A Scfammer,. and the d^ was fair,. Refolv'd a while to fly from care,, legailing thought, forgetting forrow, I wandered o*er the braes ot Tamnj^ ;; Till then defpifing^, beauty's power^ I kept my heart,, my own fecure j« fiot CiipiiPs art did there deceive me,. And Mary^s charms do now enflave me; Will cruel love no bribe receive-i * No ranfom take for Mary*i flave ?' Her frowns of reft and hope deprive me ;* Her lovely fmiles like light revive me. No bondage may with mine compare, . Since firft I fa w this xharming; fair : ^ This beauteous flower, this rofe oiTdmw^ bnature*s gardens has no marrow.. Had r of heaven but one requef^i, n ask to ly in Mhrfz breaft ; There would I liveor die with pleafdre. Nor fpare this world one moment^s leifure ;. Btfpifing kings and^all that*l great, l*d (mile at courts and courtiers fiue; .i (38 ) My joy complete on fuch a marrow, I'd dwell with her, and live on Tarro^v, But tho' fuch blifs I ne'er fhould gain, Contented Hill I'll wear my chain. In hopes my fiiithful heart may move her ; For leavinii life I'll always love her. What doul)CS diftraft a lover's mind ? That bread, all foftnefs, mull prove kind ; And (he ftiall yet become my marrow, The lovely beauteous rof« of JTarro^v. C. iriMmV T'U fair V ^ n i t e n t. A S O N G,— Ti its am Tune^ A Lovely lafs to a frier came To confefs in a morning early. In n.vhat, tny dear^'art tb:>u to blame ? Come oijun it all fincerely* I've done. Sir, what 1 dare not name^ With a lad that loves me dearly. The greateft fault irv myfplf I know. Is what I now difcover. ^hen you to Rome/ir that muft go, Thei e (iifcipiine to fujfet\ Lake a day. Sir ! if it muH be fo,. Pray with me fend my lover. No^ no, my dear, you do hut dreantf We'^ll hc.n)e no double dealing \ But if ^Mith me you'll repeat the fami^ rH pardon yair p.ajl J^iiling* 1 mud own, Sir, tHo' I bluih for (hame^ ^ I'hat your penance is prevailing^ X* (39) The laft Time I came o'er the Moor^ TH £ lafl tim« I came o'er the moor, I left my love behind me , Ye powers ! what pain do I endure. When foft ideas mind me ? Soon as the ruddy morn difplay^d The beaming day enfaing," ~ I met b^tioies n\y lovely maid. In fitretreats for wooing. Beneath the cooling fhade we lay. Gazing and challly (porting ; We kifiM and promis'd time away. Till night fpread her black curtain » I pitied all beneath the skies, Ev'n kings when (he was nigh me % In raptures I beheld her eyes. Which could but ill deny m^. ShouM I be call'd where cannons roar. Where mortal (leel may wound me i Or caft upon fome foreign (hore. Where dangers may furfound me : Yet hopes again to fee my love. To feaft on glowing kiffes. Shall make my cares at di (lance move,. la profpe£l of fuch blifTes. In all my foul there*s not one placer To let a rival enter : Since (he excels in every grace. In her my love (hill center. Sooner the feas (hall ceafe to flow. Their waves the Alps (hall cover, •On Greenland ice (hall rofes grow,, . Before I ceafe to love her, ^ ■ .4 TV^t ( 40 ) TRe next time I go o*er the moor She (hall a lover find me ; And that my faith is firm and pure, Tho' I left her behind me ; Then Hymet^i facred bonds ihall chain My heart to her fair bofom,. There, while my being does remain. My love more frefh (hall bloflbm. ^he Lafs ofV eat y'^ MiJL TH £ lafs of Peatyh mill. So bonny, blyth and gay,. In fpight of all my skill, Hath dole my heart away. When tedding of the hay Bare-headed on the green, Iiove *midft her locks did play,. And' wantoned in her een. Her arms, white, round and fmooth^. Breads rifing in their dawn. To age it would give youth. To prefs 'em with his hand«. Thro* all my fpirits ran- An extafy of blifs. When I fuch fweetnefs fandi Wrapt in a balmy ki(s. Without the hel|) of art; Like (towers which grace the wild^. She did her fweets impart, When e'er (he fpoke or (mil*d. Her looks they were fo mild^ A«e from aflnsAed pride, £he me to love beguird,. I wiih'd her for my bride* 01 ( 41 ) had I alt that wealth Stoun*$ high mountains iill» r'd long life and h^alth^ Aod pleafares ^t my will ; Td promife and fblfilJ, Tiuc none but bonny (he, Thtkia of Peaty's mill, SliQii^d fliare the fame wi* me. GREEN SLEEVES. YE watchful guardians of the fair. Who skiff on wings of ambient air^ Of my dear Delta take a care, And reprefent her lover Widi all the gaity of youth, Widi honour, juilice, love and truth ; *Till I return, her paffions footh. For me, in whifpers move her. Be careful no bafe fordid flave, ^ich foul funk in % golden grave. Who knows no virtue but to fave. With glaring gold bewitch her. Tell her, for me foe was defignM, Pcff me, who know how to be kind. And have mair plenty in my mind. Than one who^s ten times richer. Let all the world turn upfide down. And fools run an eternal round, h qaejd of what can ne*er be found. To pleafe their vain ambition. Let litde minds great charms efpy, h (hadows which at diilance ly, Vhofe hop'd for pleafure, when come nigh, . Prove nothing in fruition^ But f 4« ) Bat cad kito a mold divine, Fair Delta does with luftre fhinc. Her virtuous foul's an ample mine* Which yields a conftant treafure* Let poetSy in fublimeft lays. Employ their skill her fame to ralfe ; Let Tons of mufick pafs whole days, With well-tun'd reeds to pleafe her* Tbe Tellow-baird Laddie. IN Jpril^ wheD primerofes paint the fweet plain^ And fummer approaching rejotceth the fwaip ;• * The Teilonv haired LaMe woM -oftea times fp To wilds and deep glens, wherethe hawthorn trees ghiw* • ■ There, un'der the ihade of an old facred thorn, • With freedom he fung.his loves ev'niog and mom : Up fang with fo fafc and inchanting a (ound. That Si/vans and Fairits unfeen danc'd around* The (hepherd thus fung, Tho' young Mtna be fair^ Her beauty is da(h*d wi£ a fcornfu* proud air 9 But Sufte was handfome, and iweetly could Ang, Her breath like the breezes perfum'd in the fpring* That Madie in all the gay bloom of her youth. Like the moon was unconitant, and never fpoke truth : But Sufte was faithful, good-hBmour'd and frte. And fair as the Godddis who fprung from the fea* That mama*s fine daugiiter with all her great dow% Was^aukwardly airy, and frequently fowr : Then, fighing, he wifhed, would parents agree. The witty fweet Sufte his miftrefs might be. NANNrO. (43) N.ANN TO. WHILE fome for pleafure pawn their health, 'Twixt Lais and the Bngnh, ril fave myfelf, and without ftealth, Kifs and carefs my Nanny — ^O. She bids more fair t' engage a ^ove Than Leda did or Danae-^r-O. Were I to paint the queen of love. None elfe (hould fit but Nanny-^O, How joyfully my fpiritsrife, When dancing (he sK)ves finely— O, Igueis what heaven is by her eyes. Which fparkle fo divinely — O. Attend my vow, ye Gods, ^b'le I Breathe in the bleft Brkannia^ None*s happinefs I (hall envy, Aa long's ye griUit me Nanwf^O, C « O R U S. Mylrouny, Bonny NsLt\ny^O, My lonely charming Nanny-r«0« / care not tho" the 'vnorld kn$fw HoiAj dearly I U<ve Naanyi^^. • Boring JEAN. LO V E's Goddefs in a myrtle grove, Saidr Cupidf bend thy bow with ipced. Nor let the fhaft at random rove, For Jeany*s haughty heart mufi bleed. The fmili^g boy, with divine art. From Rapios fhct aa arrow keen, ^hich flew, unerring, to the heart, Aod kill'd the pride of bonny Jean. (44) No more the nymph, with haughty air, Refufes Willy* s kind addrcfs ; Her yielding blufhes fhew no care. But too much fondnefs to-fuppreis. No more the youth is Allien now. But looks the gayeft on the green. While every <£y he fpya feme new Surprifing charms in bonny Jean. A thoufand tranlports crowd his breaft. He moves as light as fleeting wind. His former forrows feem a jell. Now when his yeany is turn'd kind : Riches he looks on with difdain. The glorious fields of war look mean ; The chearful hound and horn give pain^ If abfent from his boway Jean. The day he Spends in amVoos gaze. Which even in inmmer (horten*d feems } When funk in downs, with glad amaze. He wonders at her in his dreams. . All charms difdosM, fhe looks more bright Than Troy^s prize, the Spartan queen. With breaking day, he Ufts kis fight. And pants (o be with bonny J$an^ Throw the Wood Laddie. OSandjf, why leaves thou thy Nelly to monrn ^ Thy prefence coaM eafe me. When nacthing can pleafe me : Now dowie I figh on the bank of the bum. Or throw the wood,, laddie, until thou retnrD. Tho' (45) Thd* woods now are bono/t and mornings are dear^ While lav'rocks are Hngingy And primrofes fpringiog ; Yet nane of them pleafes my eye or my ear. When throw the wood, laddie, ye dinina appear. That I am forfaken, feme fpare no to tell : Fm faih'd wi* their icorning, Baith evening and morning ; Their jeering gaes afc to my heart wi* a knell. When throw w wood, laddie, I wander my fell* Then Hay, my dear Sandy, nae langer away. Bat quick as an arrow. Hade here to thy marrow, Wha*8 living in langour, till that hamy day» When throw the wood, laddie, we'll dance, fingand play. Down the Burn Davie. WHEN trees did bud, and fields were green. And broom bloom'd fair to fee ; When Mary was compleat fifteen. And love laughM in her eye ; Blyth Davyh blinks her heart did move To (peak her mind thus free. Gang drwn the hum, Davie, Jove, And IJhall follow thee. Now Da<mi did each lad furpafs. That dwelt on this burafide. And Mary was the bonniell lafs, Juil meet 'to be a bride ; Her cheeks were rofie, red and white. Her een were bonny blue ; Her looks were like Aurora bright. Her lips like dropping dew. Aa 4 ( 46 ) As <!own the barn they took their way. What tander tales they faid ! His check to hers he aft did lay. And with her bofom play'd ; Till baith at length impatient grown^ To be mair fully blell. In yonder vale they leanM them down ; Love only faw the reft." What pafs'd, I goefs, was harmlcfs play. And naething fure unmeet ; For, ganging hame, I heard them fay. They lik*d a wa'k fae fweet ; And that they aften fhou'd return Sic p!eafure to renew. Quoth Mary^ hcrrt, I like the bum. And ay mall follow you. C. SONG, To the Tune of. Gilder Roy, AH ! Clorh^ cou'd I now but (it As unconcerned, as when "i uur infant beauty cou'd beget No happinefs nor pain. When I this dawning did admire. And praisM the coming day, I little thought that rifing fire, Wou'd take my reft away. Your charms in harmlefs childhood Ltj', As metals in a mine. Age from no face takes more away. Than youth conceal'd in thine : But as your charms infenfibly To their perfcftion preft ; So lo ve as unperceiv^d did fly, ' r*d in my brcaft. ' « ^1 (47) My paflion with your beauty grew^ While Cufid at my heart. Still as his mother favourM you. Threw a new flaming darr. Each gloried in their wanton part v To make a lover, -he EmployM the utmoft of hi» art ;— To make a beauty, (he. A s o N G. To the Tune of. The yelkw'hair*d Laddie. Y£ (hepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain. Approach from your iports,and attend to my ilrain; Amonglt all your number a lover fo true, Was ne'er fo undone, with fuCh blifs in his view. Was ever a nymph fo hard-hearted as mine ? i Sbe knows me (incere, and (he fees h6w I pine; U She does not difdain me, nor frown in her wrath. But calmly and mildly refigns me to death. She calls me her friend, but her lover denies : She fmiles when I^m chearful, but hears not my fighs. Abofom fo Hinty, fo gentlq an air, ^D^pires me with hops, and yet bids me defpair ! I fall at her feet, and implore her with tears : Her anfwer confounds, while her manner endears ; ^hf n foftly (he iclls me to hope no relief, % trembling lips blefs her in fpite of my grief. By night, while I (lumber, ftill haunted with care, ^ ftart up in angui(h, and (igh for the fair : I ^he fair (leeps in peace, ma^ (he ever do fo I f Aid only when dreaming imagine my wo. -•''■- Tiiets* ( 48 ) Then eaze at a dillance, nor farther afpire. Nor think ihe (houM love, whom (he cannot suimire; Hufh all thy complaining, and dying her ilave, Cbmmend her to heaven, and thyfelf to the grave. SONG. To the Tune oij When Jhe came bm Jhe hohtd. COMB, fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys, Let*8 have no more female impertinence and noife j For Tve tryM the endearments and pleafures of love. And I find they're but nonfenfe and whimfies, by y«v/. When firft of all Betty and I were acquaint, I whin'd like a fool, and ihe figh*d like a faint : But I found her religion^ her/aeef and her /ove, Wert fyfocrij^p paint, zxAf elf -inter eft ^ by Jonte. Sweet Cecil came next with her laneuifhing air^ Her outfide was orderly, modeft and Idxt ; But \itxfoul vt2ii fopbifticate, fo was her io*vef P«if I found ihe was only 2iftr4tmpet, by Jo<ve, Little double-gilt Jenny *s gold charmM me at laft: (You know marriage and money together does beft.) But|he baggage forgetting her vo^j and her lo*ve, G^gmvitT gold to a fri'uUing dull coxcomb, by Jove^ .4tom.e fill me a bumper then, jolly brave boys ; Here's a farewell to female impertinence and noife : I know few of the fex that are worthy my love ; And iorftrumpets zxA jilts, I abhor them, by J§*ve l^^'t^'^LK^ (49) Dumbarton'^ Drums. DUM B A R TON'S Drums beat bonny-^. When thy mind me of my dear J§any^^, . How happy am I, When my foldier is by. While he kifles and bleflb his Afmie-^O I Tis a foldier alone can deh'gfat me— ^» for his gracefol looks do invite me«-0 : While guarded in his arms, ril fear no wars alarms. Neither danger nor death ihall e*er fright me-^» My love is a handfome laddie-^ O, Genteel, but ne*er foppilh nor gaudy-«0, : Tho* commiflions are dear. Yet rU buy him one this year ; For he (hall ferve no- longer a cadie — O. A foldier has honour and bravery— *0, Unacquainted with rogues and their knavery-— O^ He minds no other thing But the ladies or the king ; Por every other care is but flavery— •O* Then I'll bie the captain's lady— -O, Farewell all my friends and my daddy---0 f I'll wait no more at home. But I'll follow with the drum. And whene'er that beats, TU be ready^-O. Jhmbarton'9 drums found bonny— 0» Tiiey are fprightly like my dear Jovf^ — O : % How happy ihall I be. When on my foldier's knee, Aod he kifles and blefles his Jinnii^^ I jiuld langfyne. Q H O UL i> Auld acquaintance be forgot, A^ Tho' they retanrwith (can ? (30) Thefe are tlie noble hero's lot, Obtain'd in glorious wars : Welcome, my Varo, to my breaft. Thy arms about me twine. And make 4ne once again as blefl:. As 1 was lang fyne. Methinks around us on each bough, A thoufand ,Cufids play, Whilfl thro* the groves I walk with yon. Each objed makes me gay : Since your returii the fun and moon With brighter beams do ihine. Streams murmur foft notes while they run. As they did laxig fyne. Defpife the court and din of date i Let that to their Ihare fall, Who can efteem fuch flav'ry great. While bounded like a ball : But funk in love, upon my arms n Let your brave head recline, We'll pleafe ourfelves with mutual charms. As we did lang fyne. 0*er moor and dale, with your gay friend. You may purfue the chace. And, after a biyth bottle, end All cares in thy embrace : And in a vacant rainy day You (hall be wholly mine ; We'll make the hours run fmooth away. And laugh at lang fyne. The hero, pleasM with the. fwcct air; And fi^ns of generous love,* Which had been utterM by the fair, Qow'd to the pow*rs above : Next day, with confent and glad hade, Th' approach'd the facred fhrine ; Where the good prieft the couip\t \At&« ^ Aad put them out of puko. . (Si) The Lafs £/" L i v i n G s f o n. PA I N' D with her flighting yat^h's loTC^ Be// dropt a tear — Bell drppt a tear. The Gods defcended from above. Well pleasM to hear — well pleased tp heart They heard the praifes of the youth From her own tongae — firom her own tongnej Who now converted was to truth. And thus (he Arng — • and thus (he fung : Bleil days when our ingenuous fex. More frank and kind -— more frank and kind^ Did not their ]ov*d adorers vex ; But fpoke their mind -«*> bat fpoke their mind. Repenting now, ihe promisM fair, Wou'd he return — wou'd he returUp She ne>r again wou^d give him care. Or caufe him mourn *^ or caufe him mourn. Why lov*d I thee, deferving Twain, Yet dill thought (hame — yet ftill thought fhame. When he my yielding heart did gain. To own my flame -— to own my flame ! Why took I pleafurc to torment. And feem too coy — and feem too coy ? Which makes me .now alas lament My flighted joy — my flighted joy. Ye fair, while beauty ^s in its fpring, Own your defire — own your deflre. While love's young pow*r with his foft wittg Fans up the Are — < fans up the fire, O do not with a filly pride. Or low defign — or low defign, Refiife to be a happy bride, But anfwer plain*— but anfwer plaiQ. D 2 T;\v^ C50 Thus the fair monrner waiPd her crinif. With flowing eyes — with flowing eyes. Glad yamii heard her all the time. With fweet furprife — with fweet furprifc. Some God had led him to the grove ; His mmd unchanged -— his mind unchanged. Flew to her arms, and cry'd. My love, I am revengM — I am revengM f •■■•■■■VI Peggy, 1 mufi Itfoe thee. As from a rock pad all relief, The (hipwrackt Colin fpying His native foil, overcome with ^rie^ Half funk in w^ves, and dying : With the next morning fun he fpies A fhip, which gives ui^op*d furprife ; New life fprings up, he lifts his eyes With joy, and waits her motion. So when by her whom long I lov'd, I fcorn'd was, and deferted. Low with defpair my fpirits movM, To be for ever parted : Thus droopt I, till diviner grace I-foupd in Pigiy*i mind and face i Ipgratitude appeaj:^d then bafe, . %ut virtue more engaging. Then now fmce happily IVe hit, ril have no mOre delaying ; Let beauty yield to manly wit. We loic oarrejves in (laying: ni haftc dull courtfRip to a dofe, Siiict marriage can my fears oppofe : Why ihould we happy minutes We, $Hice, Pii^i I muft love thee. xMSIk »*w (53) Men may be foolifl), tf they pleaie. And deein*c a lover's duty. To figh, and facrlfice their eafe, Doating on a proad beauty : Such was my cafe for many a year» Still hope fucceeding to my fear, Falfe Betly^s charms now difappear. Since Ptggf^ £ur outihine them* ^ i' Bessy B&LL ^i^^/ Mary Gray* g^ Bi^ Bell and Mary Gray^ \J' They are twa bonny laflb. They biggM a bower on yon bura-brae» And theekM it o^er wi^ ralhes. Fair Beg^ Bill I looM yeftreen, A«d thought I ne*er cou'd alter ; But Mary Grey^s twa pawky een^ They gar my fancy faker. Now Bejlff% hair*8 like a lint-tap ; She (miles like a May morning. When Fbcthus ftarts frae Tbetis' lap» The hilb with rays adorning : White is her neck, faft is her hand» . , Her wafte and feet^s fu^ genty i With ilka grace fbQ can command ; Her lip, O wow I they're dainty* And Maryh locks are like a craw. Her een like diaaionds glances } She's ay fae clean, redd up and braw. She kiUs whene'er ^ dances : Slyth as a kid, with wit at will. She bloomingy tight, and tall is f And guides her airs fa gracefu' ftiU^ O Jovi^ ihe's like thy PalUu ( 54 ) Dear Bejfy Bell and Mary Graj^ Ye unco fair opprefs us ; Our fancies jec between you twa. Ye are fie bonny laffes : Wae^s me I for baith I canna get. To ane by law weVe dented ; Then Til draw cut8» and take my fate> And be with ane contented. Ill never leave tbee. J O N N V. TH O^ for feven years and mair» honour (hottM- reave me, I'o fields where cannons rair, thou need na grieve thee : • For deep in my fpirics thy fweets are indented i And love (hall preferve ay what love has imprinted* Leave thee, leave thee. Til never leave thee. Gang the warld as it will, deareil, believe me. Nelly. O Jonny^ I'm jealous whenever ye difcover My fentiments yielding, ye*ll turn a loofe rover ; And nought i* the warld wad vex my heart fairer^ If you prove unconftant, and fancy ane fairer. ' Grieve me, griei^e me, oh it wad grieve me f A' the lang night and day, if you deceive me. J o NN y. My Nelly^ let never fic fancies opprefs yt^ For, while my blood's warm, PR Kin41y carefs ye : Your blooming faft beauties firft beeted Iove*s fire. Your vertue and wit make it ajr fiame the higher. Leave thee, leave thee. Til never leave thee, Gang the warld as it will, deareft, believe me. .Nelly. Then, y^Mxy, I £rankly this m\nuic allow ye ^317 think me yoar miflrifs, for love %^x^ m^ uo^ >ft \ ( 55- ) And gm you' prove faufe^ to ye'r fell be it f^id theii|^ Yell win but fma* honour to wrong a kind maiden* Aeave me, reave me, heavens* f it wad reave me Of my reft night and day, if ye deceive me. Jo N N T. Bid icefbogIe» hammer red gauds on the ftuddy^ And fair iimmer mornings nae mair appear ruddy. Bid Britons think ae gate, and when they obey ye^. lut never till that time, believe Til betray ye. Leave thee,^ leave thee, I'll never leave dhee ; The ftarns (hall gang witherihins e'er I deceive thee. My Deary y if you die. LOVE never more (hall give me pain^. My fancy's fix'd oa thee ; Nor ever maid my heart QaW gain. My P^gzyt if thou die.. Thy beauties did fuch pleafure give^ Thy love's fo true to me : Without thee I (hall never live. My deaiy, if thou die. If fate (hall tear thee from my breaft^. How (hall I lonely ftray ? In dreary dreams the night 1*11 wafte,. . In (ighs the (ilent day. I ne*er can ifo much virtue (ind. Nor fuch perfection fee : Then Fll renounce all woman-kind^ My Piggy i after thee. V. I No new blown beauty fires my heart With CupU^ raving rage. Bat thine which can fuch fwe^ts impart, , ^ 'k< Muft all the world engage. " a ,*Twas this that like the morning fun Gdvejpy and life to me ; ( 5« ) jfild whep its defiinM day is done. With Pe^ let me die. Ye powers that finile on virtaous love. And in fuch pleafure fhare ; You who its fiiithful flames approve. With pity view the fair. Heilore my Peggf^ wonted charms, Thofe charms fo dear to me ; Oh I never rob them from thofe arms : Pm loft, if Pfg^ die. C. My Jo Jaijet. SWEET Sir, for your courtefie. When ye come by the Bitfi then, For the love ve bear to me. Buy me a Keekiog glais then. KeeJt into the dra^w nuell^ Janet, Janet; Ani there )9* II fee ye'^r honny fell^ My Jq Janet. Keeking in the draw-well deaff Wiai if I ihouM fa' in. Syne a* my kin will fay and fweaf^ I drownM my fell for fin. Had the better be the brae, Janety Janet; Had the better be the brae^ My Jo Janet. Good Sir, for your courtefie. Coming through Aberdeen then. For the love ye bear to me, Quy me a pair of fhoon then. Clout the auldy the new are dear, Janet, Janet ; Ae fair may gain ye hajff a year, A^ Jo Janet, (57) Bat w2iat If dancing on the greeir. And skippi'ne like a mawkine, IT thty fhoald fee my clouted moott. Of me they will be tanking. Danct ay laigh^ and late at itn^ Janet, Janet, Jjr«r tf • their fauts nmll no iefeen^ My Jo Janet. End Sir, for your courtefie, , - ' When ye gae to the crofs then^ / Par the love ye bear to me. Bay me a pacing horfe then. face uptl^ lOur fiinmng'*wbeel\ Janet, Janet, ?ace ufo^ your fptwiing-nvJ^ee/, My yo Janet. My fpinning-wheel is autd and fiiff^ The rock o^t winna (land, Sir> To keep the temper-pin in tifF» Employs aft my hand, Sir, Make the beft'o^i that ye can, Janet, Janet; But like it newer njoale a man. My Jo Janet.. SONG. 7o the Tune of, John Andcrfon my Joi WHAT means this nicenefs now of late,. Since time tha( trath does prove ^ Sttch diflance may coniift with date,, But never will with love. •Tis either cunning or difdain That does fuch ways allow ; The fird is bafe, the laft is vain : May neither happen you. D J Foe { (58) For if it be to draw me on. You over-a^ your pait ; And if it be to have me gone. You need not hafF that art : For if you chance a look to caf!. That feems to be a frown, IMlgive you all the love that's pa^. The red (hall be my own. «» Auld Rob Morris. M I T H E R. AULD Rob Morris that wins in yon glen, (men. He's the king of gcod fellows, and wale of auld Has tourfcore of black meep, and fourfcore too i Auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun loo. DOUGHTEVL. Ha'd your tongue, mither, and let that ab^e^ For his eild and my eild can never agree : They'll never agree, and tbafwill be feen ; For he is fourfcore, and Tm but fifteen. M IT H E R. Ha'd your tongue, daughter, and lay by your priJe, For he's be the bridegroom, and ye's be the bride : He Aiall ]y by your fide, and kifs ye too«. Auld j^ob Morris is the man ye maun loo. DOVGHTER. Auld Roh Morris I ken him fou weel, His A— -it llicks out like ony peet-creel. He's out-ftiinn*d. :n-kneed, and ringle-eyM t00| Auld Rob M§rris ib the man I'll ne'er loo. M 1 T H B R. Tho' auld Rob Morris be an elderly inao» Yet his auld brafs it will buy a new pan i Then, dough ler, ye ihouldna be fo ill to fhoa^ For auld Rob Morrii is the iiUD yc maun loo. DOVGHi C59') D O U G HT E R. Bat said Roi Morris I never will hae. His back is fae ftiff, and his beard is grown gray :* I Jud titter die than live w* him a year ; Sff mair of Roi Morris I never will hear. Q. . SONG.. To the Tsme^ Come kifs with me, come clap witb^ me, ^c. p E G G r: \/V^ 7»^fy Myth, for what thou'ft done, , IVX There is nae help nor mending ;. Por thou hail jogM me out'of tune. For a* thy fair pretending. My mither fees a change on me. For my complexion dashes. And this, alas ! has been with thee' Sae late amang the ralhes. JOCK r. My Piigyy what Tve faid I'll do, . To free thee frae her fcouling ; . Come then and let us buckle to, Nae langer let's be fooling. Eor her content Til indent wed. Since thy complexion dafbes ; And then we'll try a feather-bed, . 'Tis (after than the rafhes. P E G G r. Then , yocfy, fince thy love's fo trae/> Let roitlier fcoul, I'm cafy : Sae langs I live I ne'er (hall rue For what I've done to pleafe theei And there's my hand I's i)e'er complain : ' Oh ! welPi me on the rafhes ; Whene'er thou likes I'll do't again, Jkxkd a fig for a' their dafhes. Zi D 6 SON G. (6o) SONG. To the Tune of, Rothes^i Lament ; or, Pinky .houi AS SyMa in a foreft lay To vent her woe alone ; Mer iwain Sjhander cante that way. And heard her dying moan. Ah ! is my love (Ihe faid) to you So worthleis and To vain : Why is your wonted fondnefs now Converted to difdain ? Yon vow*d the light ihou*d darkneiii turn, E*er yoa*d exchange year love ; In (hades now may creation mourn. Since you unfaithful prove. Was it for this I credit gave To evVy oath you fwore ? But ah ! it feems they moil deceive. Who moft our charois adore. ^is plain your drift was all deceit. The praAice of mankind : Alas ! I fee it, but tot late. My love had made ine blind. Foft you, delighted I could die ; But oh ! with grief Tm fiU'd, To think that credulous conftant I Shou*d by your felf be kilTd. This faid «— all breathlefi, fick and pakj Her head upon her hand. She found her vital fpirits fail. And fenfes at a (land. Syl'vander then began to melt : But e^er the word was given, V^ heavy hand of death (he felt. And fi^h*d her foul to heaves. X6i) Tbeymng Laird and Edinburgh Katy, NO W wat ye wha I meet yeftreen. Coining down the flreet, my jo ? My miftrifs in her tartan fcreen, Fow bonny, braw and fweet, my jo. My dear, quoth I, thanks to the night. That never wiiht a lover ill, Since ye're out of your mither's fight, Lct*s take a wauk up to the hilL O Katj^ wiltu gang wi* me, And leave the dinfome town a while ; The bloirom''s fprouting frae the tree. And a' the fummer's gawn to fmiie : The mavis, nightingale, and lark. The bleeting lambs and whirling hynd. In ilka dale, green, fbaw and park, Will nouriih health, and glad yt^t mind. Soon as the clear goodman of day Bends his morning draught of dew, WeMl gae to feme burn-fide and play. And gather flowers to busk ye^c brow. We'll pou the daifies on the green. The locken gowans frae the bog : Between hands now and then we^il lean. And fport upo* the velvet fog. There*^ up into a pleafant glen, A wee piece firae my father's tower, A canny, faft and flow*ry den. Which circling birks have form*d a bower : When e'er the fan grows high and warm* We'll to the cauler (hade remove. There will I lock thee in mine arm. And love and kifs, and kifs and love* KatyV (62 ) KATY'i Anfwer. MY mither's ay elowran o'er mc, Tho' (he did the fame before me ; I canna get leave To look to my loove. Or elfe (he'll be like to devour me. ■ Right fain wad I take ye*r of!er. Sweet Sir, but ni tine my tocher ; Then ^aniy^ ycH fret. And wyte ye'r poor iCa//, Whene'er ye keek in your toom co&r. For tho' my father has plenty,. Of filler and plenifhing dainty. Yet he*3 unco iWeer, To twin wi* his gear ; And fae we had need to be tenty. Tutor my parents wi' caution. Be wylie in ilka motion ; Brag well o^ ye*r land. And there*s my leal hand. Win them, 1*11 be at your devotion. MA R r SCOTT. HA P P Y*8 the !ov« which meets returti. When in foft flames fouls equal bum i But words are wanting to difcover The torments of a hopelefs lover.. Ye regiflers of heav*h, relate. If lodcing o*er the rolls of fate. Did you there fee me mark'd to marrow Maty Scot the flower of Tarro^ f Ah (63) Ah no f her form-s too heavenly fair# Her love the Gods above mud (hare ; While mortals with defpair explore her. And at a didance due adore her. lovely maid f my doubts beguile. Revive and blefs me with a fmile : Alas ! if noty yoall foon debar a Sighing Twain the banks of Tarroixr. Be hu(h, ye fears, I'll not defpair. My Marfi tender as (he's fair s Then Til go tell her aU mine anguid^ She is too good to let me languilh : With fuccefs crown*d, I'll not envy The folks who dwell above the sky ; When Mary Scot*s become my marrow. We'll make a paradife on Tarrow, O'er Bogie. IJf^tll epwa fvoi* my loviy 1 fwill a'wcC twt* herp ffbo^ a* my kin badjhmrn and/aid^ ril o*er Bogie wi' btr. If I can get but her coofent^ X dinna care a flrae ; The* ilka ane be difcontent^ Awa* wi' her 1*11 gae. Itmllafwa^f &c« For now (he*s mi(lri(s of my hearty And wordy of my hand. And well I wat we (hanna par( For filler or for land. Let rakes delyte ta fwear and drink^ And beaus admire fine lace. But my chief pleafure is to blink On Bitty^i bonny face. 1 will awa* f &c« There •4* (64) ' There a* the beauties do combinCj^ Of colour, treats and air. The faul that fparkles in her een Makes her a jewel rare :. Her flowing wic gives (hining life To a* her other charms ; How bled ril be, when ihe^s my wife» And lockt up in my arms I 7 oc/f// awa^f &€• There blythly will I rant and fing^ While o*er her iweets I range, Vl\ cry, Your humble fervant, king» Shamefa* them that wa'd change A ^tti<of Betty, and a fmile, :^Weit ye wad lay down T^ikkht ye hae to Britain'% iile, '.^^:^^^iKp^^ me yt^x crown. wUwa\ Sec. *<t O'er the Moor /^ M A G g y. AN D ril o'er the Moor to Maggy^ Her wit and fweetne^ call me^ Then to my fair Til ibow my mind. Whatever may befall me. If fhe love mirth, I'll learn to flng i Or likes the Nine to follow, I'll lay my lugs in Pindui fpring. And invocate Apollo. y If fhe admire a martial mind, ril fheathe my limbs in armour | If to the fofter dance inclined, W ifh gayeft air^ 1*11 charm her : If (he lo\ e grandeur, day and night ril plot my nation's glory, Find favour in my prince's fight. And ihine in future ftory. Beautj (65) Beaaty can wonders work with esSc, Where wit is correfponding ; And braveft men know bed to pleafe. With complaifance abounding. ISj bonny ^aggy*s love can turn Me to what fhape (he pleafes. If in her bread that flame fhall bnm« Which in my bofom blazes. PoLWART on the GREEN. AT Polwar t on tht gretn If you'll trnet mi tbi mom^ ffhiri loffes do conutm fi dottci about tht thorn, A kindly welcome yoU (hall meet ' Frae her wha likes to view A lover and a lad compleat» The lad and lover you* Let dorty dimes fay Na^ As lang as e*er they pleafe. Seem caolder than the fna\ While inwardly they bleez | But I will frankly fhaw my mind^ And yield my heart to thee i Be ever to the captive kind. That langs na to be free. At Pohvart on the green, Amang the new-mawn hay. With iang$ and dancing keen. We'll pau the heartfome day. Jt night, if bedi be «Vr thrang laii^ And thou be tnuiiCd of tbino, fboujSba/I hi tueicomef my diar lad. To take a fart of mine. JOHIf (66) John H a v'i bonny Lajpei BY fmooth winding 7ay a fwain was reclining, ^ Aft cryM he. Oh hey f maun I dill live pinins My fell thus away^ and darna difcover To my bonny nay that I am her lover ? Nae mair it will hide, the flame waxes firatfger |. If (he^s not my' bride, my days are nae langer ; I'hen ril take a heart, and try at a venture. May be, e^er we part, my vows may content her. She* 8 frefh as the fpring, and fweet as Aurora^ When birds mount and iing, bidding day a eood mor-^ The fward of the mead, enamelM with daifies; {row» Look withered and dead, when twinM of her g^cci*. But if (he appear where verdures invite her, The fountains run dear, and flowers fmell the fweeter \ *Tis heaven to be by, when her wit is a flowing. Her fmiles and ftight eye fet my fpirits a glowing.. The mair that I gaze the deeper I^m woanded ;. Struck dumb with amaze, my mmd is confounded :. Tm all in a fire, dear maid, to carefs ye, For a* my dcfire is Haf^ bonny lafEe^ Katharine Ogib. As walking fnrth to view the plain. Upon a morning early, Wnile Mtiy\ fweet fcent did chear my brain^ From flowers which grow fo rarely : I chanc*ri to meet a pretty maid. She fiiinM tho* it was fogie ; J ask'^d. htt name : Sweet Sir, (he faid. My name is Katbarint O^h. (^7) I ftood I while^ and did admire, Tq fee a nymph fo (lately ; So brifk an air there did appear In a oountnr maid fo neatly : Such natural (weetnefs (he difplayM, Like a lillie in a bogie ; Diamas felf was ne*er arrayM Like this fame Kathanm Ogie* Thon flowV of females^ beaucy^s queen» Who fees thee, fare mad prize thee i * Tho* thou art dred in robes but mean. Yet thefe cannot difguife thee : Thy handfome air, and graceful look. Far exceb any clo\vni(n rogie ; ThoaVc match tor laird, or lord, or dake, My charming Kathanm OgU. O were I but fome (hepherdfwain ! To feed my flock be(ide thee. At boughtingtime to leave the plain^ In milking to abide thee ; I*d think myfelf a happier man. With KnJte^ my dub, and dogie. Than he that hugs his thoufands ten. Had I but Katharine Ogie. Then Td defpife th* imperial throne. And (latefmens dangerous ftations : I*d be no king, Pd wear no crown, I*d fmile at conquering nations : Might I cartfs and dill poflefs This lafs, of whom ) m vogie ; For thefe are toys and dill look lefs, Coropar*d with Katharine Ogie. fiut I fear the Gods have not decreed For me fo fine a creature, Whofe beauty rare makes her exceed A// other works ia oaturc. Clo^&% (68) Clouds of defpair furroand my lavCg That are both dark and fogie : Pity my cafe, ye powers above, EKc I die for Katharine OgtK Ann thou were my sfin Thing OP race divine thou needs mttll be> Since nothing earthly equals thee i For heaven's fake, oh \ favour me. Who only lives to love thee. Ann thou fwere my ain thing, 1 nvould love thee^ Iijuould love tbei | jfnn thou ntaere my ain thing, HovD dearly njuould I lo*ve thee I The Gods one thing peculiar have. To ruin none whom they can fave i O ! for their fake, fupport a flave^ Who only lives to love thee. jinn thou nuere, &c. To merit I no claim can make. But thi^t I love, and for your fake. What man can name, 1*11 undertake^ So dearly do I love thee. Aim thou njoere^ &c. My paffion, conflant as the fun. Flames flronger fbll, will ne*er have done Till fates my thread of life have fpun. Which breathing out, 1*11 love thee. dim thou were, &c. ( 70) I ^ere*s my ^bumi Til ne'er beguile i MY fweeteft May^ let love incline thee, T* accept a heart which he deiignf che( And, as your conilant flave, regard it. Syne for its faithfulnefs reward it. *Ti8 proof a- (hot to birth or money. But yeilds to what is fweet and bonny i Receive it ihen with a i^ifs and a fmily, There*8 xaj thumb it will ne*er beguile ye. How tempting fweet diefe lips of thine are. Thy bofom white, ana legs fae fine are. That when in pools X fee thee clean *em i They carry away my heart between ^em. I wifh, and I wifh, while it gaes duntin, O gin I had thee on a mountain, Tho' kith and kin and a' ftiouM revile thee. There's lay thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee. Alane through flowVy hows I dander. Tenting my flocks. left they fhou'd wander. Gin thou'll gae alang, I'll dawt thee gay lie. And gi'e my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee. O my dear lafiie, it is but daffin, To had thy wooer up ay niff naffin. That na, na, na, I hate it moft vilely, O fay. Yes, and I'll ne'er beguile thee. For the Love of JEAN. Jo C:«:r faid to Jeany, Jeatt^, wilt thpu do' Ne'er a fit, quo' Jeaw^^ for Riy to^ergooi For my tochergood, I wiiina marry thee, E'ena ye like, quo' Jouny^ ye may let it be. ( 70 I lae ffowd and gear, I hae land enougli, I hae leven goocTowfcD ganging in a pleugh, ^Ganging in a pleugh, and linking o*er the lee^ And gin ye winna take me, I can let ye be. I hae a good ha^ houfe, a barn and a byer, A fiack afore the door, 1*11 make a rantin fire : ni make a rantin fire, and merry fhall we be : Aod gin ye winna take me, I can let ye be. Jeany faid to yocky, gin ye winna tell. Ye ihall be the lad, PU be the lafs mjr fell. VeVe a bonny lad, and Fm a lalfie free, YeVe welcomer to uke me than to lee me be. Z^ SONG. To the Tune of, P^ggys I mtift i^^ '*^^« BE N E A T H a beech's grateful flude, Voung Colin lay complaining ; He figh'd, and feemM to love a maid : Without, hopes of obtaining : For thus the fwain induIgM his grief, Tho* pity cannot xnove thee, Tho* thy hard heart gives no relief. Yet, Peggy^ I mult love thee. Say, Piggys what has Colin done. That thus you cruelly ufe him } If love*s a fault, 'tis chat alone, . For which you (hould excnfe him : ^Twas thy dear fdf ^t^ raised this flame. This fire by which I languKh ; ^Tis thou alone can quench the fame. And cool its fcorching anguiih. z For (78 ) For thee I leave tbe fportive t^io» Where ev'ry maid invites me ; For ihee, fole caufe of all my pain» For thee that only fliehts me : This love that fires my faithful heart By all but thee^s commended. Gh f would thou adl fo good a par^ My grief might Toon be ended. That beauteous bread, fo Toft to feel, Scem*d tendernefs all over. Yet it defenda thv heart like fteel, 'Gainll thy de(pairing lover. .Alas f tho* it (hould ne*er relent, .Nor Colin" s care e'er move thee. Yet till life's lateft breath is fpent. My Peggy t I muil love thee. C. Genty T i b b y, and fonfy Nelly. To the Tune of, Tibby Fowler in the Glm. TJB SThvisVL (tort o* charms. Her genty ihape our fancy warms ; How firangely can ^er fma' white arms Fetter the lad who looks but at her ; Fra*er ancle to her flender wafte, Thefe fweets c^nceal'd invite to dawt her ; . Her rofy cheek, and rifing breaft. Gar ane*s mouth gufh bowt fu* o* water. NE Ll^'^s gawfy, faft and gay, Frefti as the lucken flowers in liFay j Ilk ane that fees her, crys, M hty Shis bonny ! O I ivonder at her. The dimples of her chin and cheek. And limbs fae plump invite to dawt her } Her lips fae fweet, and skin fae fleek. Gar mony mouths befide mine water. New in) Now ftrikc my finger in a bore. My wyfon with the maiden (hore. Gin I can tell whiBc I am for. When thefe twa ftars appear the gither, love ! why doft thou gi'e thy fires Sae large, while we're oblig'd to neither ? Oar fpacious fauls immenfe defires. And ay be in a hankerin fwither. TIB BT*s ihape and airs are fine. And Nelly ^ beauties are divine : But fince they canna baith be mine. Ye Gods, give ear to my petition. Provide a good lad for the tane. Bat let it be with this provifion, 1 get the other .to my lane, In profpeft piano and fruition. Tip in the Air. Now the fun's gane out o' fight. Beet the ingle, 'and fnufF the light ; In glens the ^ries skip and dance. And witches wallop o'er to France* Up in the air On my bonny grey mare. And I fee her yet, and I fee her yet. Up in, &c. The wind's drifting hail and fna'. O'er frozen hags, like a foot-ba' ; Nae flams keek thro' the azure flit, 'Tis cauld, and mirk as ony pit. The man i' the moon Is caroufing aboon ; D' ye fee, d' ye fee, d' yc fee him yet ? Tbt man» &c. T^Vl^ (74) Take yoar eltfs to clear your een, *Tis the elixir Deals the fpleco, Baith wit and mirth it will infpire. And gently puffs the lover *s fire. Up in the air. It drives away care ; Ha*e wi' ye, ha*e wi* ye, and ha'c w? ye, lads, yet Up in, &C. Steele the doors, keep out the froft ; Come, ff^iJ/U, gi's about ye'r toft ; I'jPt, lads, and lilt it out. And let us ha^e a blythfome bout. Up wi't there, there, Dinna cheat, but drink fair : Huzza, huzza, and huzza, lads, yet. Ufwi^t, iiC, Fy gar rub ber o'er wi' Strae. GI N ye meet a bpnny lafSe, Gi*e her a kifs, and let her gae i But if ye meet a dirty hufly, Fy gar rub her o*er wi* ftrae. Be fure ye dinna quit the grip Of ilka joy, when ye are youngs Before auld age your vitak nip. And lay ye twafald o*er a rung. Sweet youth*8 a blyth and hetrtfome time i Then, lads and laiTes, while *tis Maj, Gae pu* the gowan in its prime. Before it wither and decay. Watch the faft minutes of delvte. When Jimff fpeaks beneath her breath. And kiffcs, laying a* the v^^ie ^ Oa you, if ihe Kepp ony «\uaxYi« - {75) Haith ye*re ill-bred, (he*ll fmiling fay* Yc'il worry me, ye greedy rook : Syne frae your arms (heMl rin away. And hide herfelf in feme dark nook. Her langh will lead you to the place. Where lies the happinefs ye want. And plainly tell you to your face. Nineteen na^fays are haff a grant* Now to her heaving bofom cling. And fweetly toolie for a kifs : Frae her fair finger whoop a ring. As taiken of a future blifs. Thefe bennifons, I*m very fure. Are of the Gods indulgent grant : Then, furly carles, whi(ht forbc^ To plague ns with your whinning cant. • PATIEW PEGGY. Pa T I E. BY the delicious warmneis of thy mouth. And rowing eye, which fmiling tells the truth, 1 guefs, my laffie, that as well as I, Yoif^re made for love, and why (hould ye deny } P B c G r. But ken ye, lad, gin we confejt o*er foon. Ye think as cheap, and f^ne the wooing^s done s The maiden that o*er quickly tines her powV, Like unrip^ fruit, will ufle but hiird ana fowV. P A T I B. But when they hing o*er lang upon the tree. Their fweetneis thtymtiy tine, and faemay yt\ Red- cheeked yoa camplemly ripe appear* Aadlharc ihai'd and woo*d a laog htff ytat . - •E a P u Q o "^^ (7^) P E O G y. Then dinna pu* me ; gently thus I fa* Into my Patie\ arms for good and a' : But Hint your wiflies to this frank embrace. And mint nae farther till we've got the grace. P A T I E. O charming armsfu' ! hence, ye cares, away. I'll kifs my treafure a* the live lang day : A* night rU dream my kifles o'er again, *Tiil that day come that ye'Il be a' my ain. * C H O R if S. Surty gallop do'-wn the tveftling skies^ Gong foon to bed, and quickly rife ; .^. O lajh your Jieedsy poji time a^way^ ^r And haft about our bridal day : And ij^je'^re ivear'd, honeft lights Sleep gin ye like a fweek that night. % rbe Mill, Mill O. BENEATH a green (hade I fand a fair maid. Was fleeping found and flill— — O j A' lowan wi' love, my fancy did rove Around her with good will— — O : Her bofom I preft ; but, funk in her reft. She llir'dna my joy to fpill— O: While kindly ihe flept, clofe to her I crept, And kifb'd, and kifs'd her my fill-^-^O. Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land, T' employ my courage and skill— O, Frae her quietly I flaw, hoift fails and awa. For the wind blew fair on the bill— O. TwayesLTh brought me hame,^vhere loud fraiiiogfame Tald ma with a voice rig)\t Ml 0» My lafs, like a foolt bad mouuud l\k^ WA» Nor kend wha had done \ai Oift Vil— «fQv ^ , ,. \lv^vt ( 77 ) Mair fond of her charms, with my fon in her armf, I ferlying fpeerM how fhe fell— — O. Wi* the tear in her eye, quoth (he, Let me die, Sweet Sir, gin I can tell— — O. Love gave the command, I took her by the hand. And bad her a* fearsucxpcll— — O, - And nae ibair look wan, for I was the man t; Wha had done her deed myfell— — O. My bonny fweet lafs, on the gowany grafs, Beneath the>^/7/i>g:-/&/7/-— O, If I did offence, Tfe make ye amends Before 1 liave Pei^y'% mill O. Othimill, miii—^O, and the kill, kill O, And tki coigin 9f tht whetl O ; Tbi fuck ond thi fiiVit a^ thai yi maun itave, Jind ftmd witi afidgir r##/— — O, Mr Colin and G r i s y parting. To the Tune of, TFoe^s my heart that ive Jhould /under. WITH broken words, and down-caft eyes. Poor Colin fpoke his paffion tender ; And, parting with his Grify, crys, Ah! woe's my heart that we fhould funder. To others I am cold as fnow. But kindle with thine eyes like tinder : ' From thee with pain I'm forc'd to go ; It breaks my heart chat we fhould funder. Chain'd to thy charms, I cannot range. No beauty new my love Ihall hinder. Nor time nor place fhall ever change My vows tho' we're oblig'd to funder. IVft (78) The image of thy graceful air^ And beauties which invites our wonder. Thy lively wit> and prudence rare» Shall ilill be prefent, tho^ we funder. Dear nymph, believe thy fwain in this, You^ll ne*er engage a heart that's kinder ; Then feal a promife with a kifs. Always to love me tho* we funder. Ye Gods, take care of my dear lafs. That as I leave her I may find her : When that bled time (hall come to pafs. We'll meet again, and never funder. The Gaberlunzie-man. TH E pawky auld carle came o*er the lee* Wi' many good e'ens and davs to me. Saying, Good wife, for your coarteue. Will you lodge a filly poor man I The night was cauld, the carle was wa^. And down ayont the ingle he fat t My daughter's (houlders he 'gan to clap. And cadgily ranted and fang« O wow ! quo' he, were I as free. As firll when I faw this country. How blyth and merry wad I be f And I wad never think lang. He grew canty, and (he grew fain j But little did her auld minny ken What thir flee twa togither were fay'rg. When wooing they were fae thrang. And O ! quo' he, ann ye were as black, As e*er the crown of my dady*s hat, 'Tis I wad hy thtt by my back. And awsL* wi* me thou Cbou'd %iltv^ K\i^ ( 79 ) And O ! quo* {he» ann I were as white. As e*er the fnaw lay on the dike, I'd dead me braw, and lady like. And awa' with thee Td gang. Between the twa was made a plot i They raife awee before thexock. And wilily they ihot the lock, And fail to the bent are they gane. Up the morn the auld wife raife. And at her leifure pat on her claife ; Syne to the fervants bed (he gaes. To fpeer for the filly poor man. She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay. The ftrae was cauld, he was away, She dapt her hand, cry^d, Waladay» For tome of our gear wiU be gane. Some ran to coffers, and fome to kiCls, Bat nought was ftown that couM be mift. She danc'd her lane, cry*d, Praife be bleil, I hare lodg*d a leal poor man. Since nathing's awa% as we can learn. The kim*s to kirn, and milk to earn, Gae butt the houfe, lafs, and waken my bairn^ And bid her come quickly ben. The fervant gade where the daughter lay. The flieets was cauld, ihe was away. And faft to her good wife can fay, She's aff wlch the Gaberlunzie-man« O fy sar ride, and (y gar rin, And mifte ye find thefe craytors again s For ihe*8 be burnt, and he*s be flain. The wearifu'Xjaberlunzieman^ Some rade upo* horfe, fome ran a fit. The wife was wood, and out o* htr wit : £he couM na gang, nor yet cou'd ihe fit, £ac sy /be amd and ihe ban'd, £ 4 VLtm ( 8o) Mean time far hind out oVr the lee, Fu' fnug in a glen, where nane couM fee. The iwa, with kindly fport and glee, Cut frae a new cheefe a whang : The priving was good, it pleasM them baith, Tt) Jo*e her for ay, he gae her is aitb. kio* (he, to leave thee I will be laith, \y winfome Gaberlunzie-man. Quo' Ml O kend my minny I were wi' you, lifardly wad fhe crook her mou, Sic a poor man fhe*d never trow,. After the Gaberlunsieman. My dear, quo* he, yeVe yet o'er young,, And ha* na lear*d the beggars tongue, To follow me frae town to town, And carry the Gaberlunzie on. Wi* cauk and keel Til win your bread, And fpindles and whorles for them wha oeed^ Whilk is a gentle trade indeed. To carry the Gabcrlunzie— O. ril bow my leg, and crook my knee, And draw a black clout o*er my eye, A cripple or blind they will ca' me. While we Ihall be merry and fing. I^ 7he CORDIAL. To the Tune of. Where Jhall our Goodman ly. H E. WHERE wad bonny j4nni lye ? Alane na mair ye maun \y i Wad ye a goodman try ? Is that the thing ycVe laking } SHE. C 8 ' ) ^ SHE. Can a lafs fae young as I, Venture on the bridal tie. Syne down with a goodmah \y ? Tm fleeM he keep me wauking. • H E. Never judge until ye try, Mak me your goodman, I Shanna hinder you to ly. And fleep till ye be weary. SHE. What if T fliou'd wauking ly. When the hoboys are eawn by. Will ye tent me when I cry. My dear, I'm faint and iry ? H E. In my bofom thou fhalt ly. When thou waukrife art or dry. Healthy cordial {landing by. Shall prefently revive thee. S H E. To your will I then comply. Join us, prieft, and let me try How rU wi' a goodman ly Wha can a cordial give me. Ew-Bughts MARIO N. WILL ye go to the ew bughts, Marion, And wear in the fheep wi' me ; The fun fhines fweet, my Marion, But nae half fae fweet as thee. Marion*s a bonny lafs. And the biyth blinks in her eye ; And fain wad I marry Marion^ CJa Man'fiff wad marry me. E c . T;wtf^ (82) Thcrt*s gowd in your earters, Mari§»^ And filk on your whire haufs-bane ; Fu* fain wad I kifs my Marion. At eVn when I come ha me. There*8 braw lads in Earnjlanu^ Mariw^ Wba gape, and glowr with their eye^ At kirk when they fee ny Marion ; But nane of them lo*es like me. I've nine milk-cws, my Marion v A cow and a brawny quey, nr gi^e them a^ to my Marion^ Juft on her bridal day ; And ye*8 get a green fey apron» And waftcoat of the London browil» And wow bat ye will be vapVing^ Whenever ye gang to the towOi l*m young and (lout, my Marion % Nane dances like me on the green % And gin ye forfake me, Marion^ ril e'en gae draw up wi' Jean .*• ^ae put on your ptarlins^ Mai^OB, And kyrtle of the cramaiie ; And foon as my chin has nae hair oo, I iball come w4ft, and fee ye. ^e blytbfome Bridah » FY let us a* to. the bridal, For there will be lilting there |. hot Jocky*s to be married to Maggy^ Tne lafs wi' the gowden hair. And there will be lang-kail and pottage^ And bannocks of barley-meal ; And there will be good fawt herrings To relifh*a cog of good ale. I//^/ HJ a"* io thi bridal^ h^%. ■ r (83 > And there will be Satuy the Tutor, And Will wi* the meikle mou ; And there will be Tarn the blatter. With Andrenu the tinkler, I trow ; And there will be bouM- legged Rohbie^ With thamblefs Katy^s goodman ; And there will be blue-cheeked Do<wbief And Lanurii the laird of the land. Fj let us, &C. And there will be fow-Iibber Pafie, And placky-facM Wat V the mill, Capper-nord Frtfffr/> and Gibbie, That wins in the how of the hill ; And there will be Alafier Sibbie, Wha in with black BeJ/y did mool. With (nivcUing Lilly and 7ibby, The lafs that (hinds aft on the (lool. Fj let us, &c. And Madge that was buckled to Steenie, And coft him grey breeks to his arfe. Who after was hangit for dealing. Great mercy it happened na warfe : And there will be gleed Geordy Janners, And Kirfi with the li]ly> white leg, Wha gade to the fouth for manners. And bang*d up her wame in Mons-meg^ Fy let us, &c. And there will ht\Judan Maclanurie^ And blinkin daft Barbara Macleg, Wi' flae*lugged (harny-fac'd Laurie, And fhangy mouM hakcket Meg, And there will be happer-ars'd Nanjy, And fairy-fac*d Fl^wrie by name. Muck Madie^ and fat-bipjrft Grijy, The lafs wi' the gowdei|^ame» JFV let us, &c. ( 84) And there will be Girn-again-Gibhie^ With his glakit wife Jenny Bell, And mifle-(hinn*d Mungo Macapte, The lad that was skipper himfel. ' There lads and lafTes in pearlings Will feaft in the heart of the ha*, On fybows, and rifarts, and carlings, 7'hat are baith fodden and raw. Fy let us, &c. And there will be fadges and brachen, With fouth of good gabbocks of skate^. Powfovvdy and drammock, and crowdy. And caller nowt-feet in a plate. And there will be partans and buckies. And why tens and fpeldings enew, With finged fhecp-heads, and a haggies. And fcadlips to fup till ye fpew. Fy let us, &c. And there will be lapperM-milk kebbucks^ And fowens, and farles, and baps. With fwats, and well fcraped paunches, And brandy in (loups and in caps : And tKere will be meal-kail and cailocks^ Wiih skiok to fup till ye rive, And Foalls to road on a brand er> Of flowks that were taken alive. ly let us. Sec, Scrapt haddocks, wilks, dulfe and tangle. And a mill of good fnifhing to prie ; When weary with eating and drinking, We'll rife up and dance till we die. Thenfy let us a to the hrida). For there ivill be lilting there. For Jocky'i to be married to Maggie, 7be hfi ivt\ the 'gowden hair. ( 85 ) l^he Highland Laddte. TH £ lawland lads think they are fine ; But O they're vain and idly gawdy \ Sow much unlike that gracefu* xnein, T And manly looks of my highland laddie ; my bonny bonny highland laddie^ Jdy handfome charming higbLind laddie,i May heaven fiiJI guard, and lo've reivard Our lamjland lafs and her highland laddie. If I were Utt at will to chufe To be the wealthieft lawland lady, Pd take young Donald without trews. With bonnet blew, and belted plaidy. nvy bonnyy &C. The braweft beau in borrows- town. In a' his airs^ with art made ready^ Compared to him, he*s but a down ; He's fincf far in*^s tartan plaidy. my bonny, &c. O'er ben ty hill with him Til run. And leave my' lawland kin and dady, Frae winter's cauld, and fummer*s fun, He'll fcre^n me with his highland plaidy.. my bonny i &c. A painted room, and filken bed. May pleafe a lawland laird and lady %. But I can kifs, and be as glad ^ Behind a buQi in's highland plaidy, my bonny^ &c. .Few compliments between us pafs, I ca* him my dear highland laddie^ Aod he<a*s me his lawland lafs. Syne rows me in beneath his plaidy. ■'■■ ?< TRi*" (85) Nae greater joy 1*11 e*er pretendy Than that his love prove true and fieadj% Like mine to him, which ne*er (hall end. While heaven preferves my highland laddie. O mf hmt^^ &c. ALL A N- WATER': Or, My lo*vt Annie*/ very i9»fif. WHAT numbers (hall the mufe repeat f What yerfe be found to praife my jfnttii ? On her ten thoufand graces wait. Each Twain admires, and owns (he*8 bonny* Smce firft (he trode the happy plain» She fet each youthful heart on fire i, Each nymph does to her fwain complam^ That jinnie kindles new deiire. This lovely darling deareft care, This new delight, this charming Amnh^ Like fammer*s oawn, (he*s fre(h and fair. When Fiord's fragrant bceezes fan ye. All day the am'rous youths conveen. Joyous they fport and play before her i All nighty when (he no more is feeo. In blifsful dreams they (lill adore her. Amone the crowd Amyntor came. He look'd, he lov'd, he bow*d to Annie s His rifmg (jghs exprefs his flame, His words were few, his wiihes nuny* With fmiles the lovely maid reply *d. Kind (hepherd, why (hould I deceive ye I! Alas f your love muft'be deny*d. This de(Un*d breaft can ne*er relieve ye. Young Damon came with Cttpid*$ art. His wyles, hit fmiles. bis charms beguiling* He Hole away my vir^n heart i CaUe poos Jbmntmr^ ^iciJk btwaSiai^i^^ ( 8; ) Some brighter beauty you may find» On yonder plain the nymphs are many ; Then chufe feme heart that^s iraconfinM, And leave to Damon hi& own Jnnu. C. ^e CQllier's bonny Lajju. TH E collier has a daagbter. And O (he's wonder bonny^ A laird he was that fought her» Rich baith in lands and money : The tutors watched the motion Of this young honeft lover ; But love is like the ocean ; Wha can its depth difcover f He had the art to pkafe ye^ And was by a* refpefted ;. Ills airs fat round him eafy. Genteel, but unafieded. The collier's bonny laffie. Fair as the new blown lillie^ Ay fweet, and never fancy, SecurM the heart of Willie. He lovM beyond expreflion The chaims that were about Beis And panted for pofleflion. His life was dull without her. ^ After mature refolving, Clofe to his breaft he held herj^ In fafceil flames diflblvine, He tenderly thus teiraher r « My bonny collier's daughter. Let naething difcompofe ye^ fTis no your fcanty tocher Shall eve/ ^ar me^ Joie yt : t«i . I ( 88) For I have gear in plenty. And love fayf, *ris my duty To ware what heaven has lent me. Upon your wit and beauty* Where Helen lies. To ■ i n Monming. AH ? by thofe tcan in Nelly % eyci ; To hear thy tender fighs and cries. The Gods (land lift*ning from the skies, PleasM with thy piety. To mourn the dead, dear nymph, fbrbearj And of one dying take a care. Who views thee as an angel fair^ Or fome divinity. O be lefs graceful, or more kind. And cool this fever of my mind, Caus*d by the boy fevere and blind Wounded I (igh for thee ; While hardly dare I hope to rife To fuch a height by Hymenal ties. To lay me down where Helen lies. And with thy charms be free. 9f Then mud I hide my love, and die,. When fuch aTovereign cure is by ? '^No ; fhc can love, and I'll go try. Whatever my fate may be. Which fooD ril read in her bright eyes. With thofe dear agents I'll advife. They tell the truth when tongues teH Ues^ The lea(t believ'd by me. 3 S O N G* ( 89 ) SONG. To the Tunc of, Gallrwjhiils. A H the <hepherd*s mournful fate^ /^ When doomM to love» and doomM to languifb^ To bear the fcomful fair one^s hate» Nor dare difdofe his anguifh. Yet eager looks, and dying fighs^ My fecret foul difcover, While rapture ttemblins thro* mine eyet, Reveals how much I love her. The tender glance» the redning cheeky O^erfjpreta with rifing blu(hei| A thoufftnd various wtyi they fpeak A thoufand various wiihei. For oh I that form fo heavenly fair • Thofe lansuid eyes fo fweetly fmilingi That artlefs bluA, and modeft air. So fatally beguilios. Thy every look, and every grace. So charm whene'er I view thee i Till death overtake me in the chace, - Still will my hopes purfue thee. Then when my tedious hours are paft, fie this lad blefling given. Low at thy feet to breathe my lafi. And die in fight of heaven. To L. m: m. Tune, Rantin roaring Willie. OMJRTf thy graces and glanceSj Thy fmiles fo iuchantingly And thoughts fo divinely harmon u ^ Clear wit and good humoucdHK*^' ^Til-'sidAL< Xj^^^^l (90) .. But fay not tbouit imitate angels Oughj farrer, tho* fcarcely, ah me [ ' •* Can be found equalizing thy merit, A match Imongft mortals for thee. Thy many fair beauties (bed ^e$ May warm up ten thoufand to love. Who defpairing, may fly to fome other. While I may defpair, but ne'er rove. What a mixture of fighing and joys This diHant adoring of thee. Gives to a fond heart too afpiring, Wiio loves in fad filence like me ? Thus looks the poor beggar on treafure. And fliipwreckM on landskips on ihore : Se ftill more divine» and have pity i I die foon as hope is no more. For, MjiR r, my Ibal it thy captive^ Nor love, nor expe6b to be frtt t Thy beauties are fetters delightful, Thy flavery*8 a pleafure to me. ftbis is no mine ain Koufe. TH I S is not mine ain houfe, I ken by ch^^gging o't ; Since with my love Tve^hanged vows, I dinna Uke the bigging o't, ^ Por now that I*m youne Robie\ bride. And miibis of his fireHrae, , Mine ain houfe ^11 like to guide. And pleafe me With the trigging o*t. Therfiuriivell to my father's houfe, * ** " whtle love invites me ; eft dpyr this allows, lovt with honour meets me. v.: * > Wbc* ( 90 When Ifymm moulds us into ane« My Robii^z nearer than roy kin. And to refufe him were a fin, jSae langf s he kindly treats me. When Pm in mine ain houfey^;: . True love (hall be^ at hand ay. To make me fUU a prudent fpoufet And let m^ man command ay ; Avoiding ilka taufe of ftrife. The common peft of married life That makes ane wearied of his wife. And breaks the kindly band ay. ^int a Crum of tbeejhefaws. ^ JBTURNhameward» my heart again» J^ And bide where thou was wont to be, Thou art a fool to fuffer pain For love of ane thatioves nptthcc : My heart, let be fie fantafie. Love onlv where thou haft good caofe i ^ Since icorn and liking ne*er agree^ The fint a crum of thee (he fawi. To what e^fba fhould thou be thraD } Be happy in thine ain free*wiUf My hearty be never beaftia!. Bat kep wha does thee good or ill : At hame with me then tarry ftiU^ And fee wha can beft play tUbir pawif And let the filly fling Jier fill. For fint a crum of thee (he faws, Tho* (he be fair, I will not fenzie» She^s of a ktnd with mony mae ; For why, they are a felon menzie Thic feemeth good, and are not (ae« < My -J ■ J- (9O My heart, take neither fturt nor wae For Mfgy for Marjory, or Mau/e, But be thou biyth, and let her gae. For fine a crum of thee (he faws. Remember how that MeJea ^^ Wild for a fight of Ja/on yied. • Remember how young CreJJida Left Troilus for Diomede 1 Remember Helen, as Wfc read^^ 1^ .^^ ^^ ,. ^ Brought 7>oy from blifs unto bair waw« x ^{ ' Then let her gae where {he may fpced» For fint a crum of thee (he fawi. BecAufe (he faid I took it ill, For her depart my heart wu fair> But waa beguilM t gae where (he will, Be(hrew the heart that fir(l takes care : But be thou merry late anD air» This is the final erid and claufe. And let her feed and fooly fair. For fint a crum of thee (he raws. Ne*er dunt again within my breaft. Ne'er let herHigb'ts tny courage fpilt. Nor gie a fob, alch6* (he ipeed. She's faireft paid that gets her will. She geeks as gif I mean*diher ill,' When Hie glaicks piugtityjn her braws ; Now let her fnirt ana f^iat her fill, For fint a crum of thee (he faws. Z* ^m To Mrs. E. C. Tune, Sae merry as nve ha*ve been, NO W Phcehus advances on high, Nae footfteps of winter are feen ; The birds carrol fweet in the sky, And hmbkins dance reck on iVit ^tii« ^tVxO (93) Thr6* plantings, my burnies fae clear^ We wander for pleafure and health. Where buddings and'bloflbms appear. Giving profpe6ts 6f joy and wealth. View ?!Iva gay kcne all around. That are, w . ' "Hat promife to be ; Y^" in them a* na\hing is found r,^ n^r^i.^, F'-«4', as thee. Thy w«. ibun tains excel. Thy locks they out-rival the grove ; When zephyres thofe pleafingly fwcll. Ilk wave makes a captive to love. The rofes and lillies combined. And flowers of maiil delicate hue. By thy cheek and dear breads are out-fhin'd. Their tinctures are nathing fae true. What can we compare with thy voice ? And what with thy humour fae fweet ? Nae mudck can blefs with fie joys ; Sure angels are juft fae complete. Fair blofTom of ilka deligh|. Whofe beauties ten tho^and oot-fiiine : Thy fweets fhall be lafiing^imd bright^ Being mixt with fae many divine. Ye powers, who have gfven fi^ charmf To Eliza, your image4]^sjV, O fave her fra^all human harms f And make her hours happily flow. My Dady forbad^ my Mint^ forbad. TT7HE N I think on my lad. I %b and am iad^ Hir now he is far frac me. Uj kx' (94) My dady was harih. My minny was warfe. That gart him gae yont the fea» Without an eftate. That made him look blate i And yet a brave lad Is he. Gin fafe he come hame» In rpite of my dame» He*ll ever be welcome to me. Love fpeers nae advice Of parents o'er wife. That have but ae barn like me. That looks upon cafb. As naething but trafh» That (hackles what ihouM be free. And tho^ my dear lad Not ae penny had» Since qualities better has he ; Abeit Tm an heirefs, I think it but fair 'is. To love him, iince he loves me. Then* my dtzx Jamie, To thy kind Jianie, Hade, hade thee in o'er the fea. To her wha can find Nae eafe in her mind. Without a blyth fight of thee. , Tho' my daddy forbad, I And itiy minny forbad^ Forbidden I will not be ; For fince thou alone My favour haft won, . Nane elfe ihall e*er get it fbr me. Yet them Til not grieve, tf)r without their leave, GPe my band as a wife to ihee *. (95) Be content with a heart. That can never defert. Tin they ceafe.to oppofe or be. My parents may prove Yet friends to our love. When our firm refolves they fee ; Then I with pleafure Will yield op my treafure. And a* that love orders to thee. Tune, Steer ber up^ and had her gawn. % O Steer her up, and had her gawn. Her micher*s at the mill, jo ; Bat gin fhe winna tak a man, £*en let her tak her will» jo* Pray thee, lad, leave filly thinking, Caft thy cares of love away ; Let*s our forrows drown in drinking, *Tis daffin langer to delay. See that fliining glafs of plaret. How invitingly it looks ; Take it aff, and let's have mair o't. Pox on fighting, trade, and books. Lef 8 have pleafure while we*re able. Bring us in the meikle bowl, Plac*t on the middle of the table. And let wind and weather gowl. Call the drawer, let him fill it, Fou, as ever it can hold ; tak tent ye dinna fpill it, *Tis mair precious far than gold. By yonVe drank a dozen bumpers, Bacchus will begin to prove, ^ Spite of y^mfj and her Mumptrs^ better k than love. Cltwl. ( 9/ ) Clout the Caldron. HAVE you any pots or pans. Or any broken chandlers ? I am a tinider to my trade. And newly come frae Flanders^ As fcant of filler as of grace* Disbanded, we*ve a bad run ; Gar tell the lady of the place, I*m come to clout her caldron. Fa adriif didli^ duUe^ Stc Madam, if you have wark for me, IMl do*c to your contentment. And dinna care a (ingle flie For any man^s refentment ; For lady fair, tho* I appear To every ane a tinkler. Yet to yourfell Tm bauld to tell, I am a gentle j inker. Fa adrie, didle, didle^ &c. Love jfupiter into a fwan Turn'd for his lovely Leda ; He like a bull o*er meadows ran. To carry afF Europa, Then may not I, as well as he. To cheat your Jrgos blinker. And win your love, like mighty Jovtf Thus hide me in a tinkler. Fa adrii, didky didli^ &c. Sir, ye appear a cunning man. But this fine plot you'll fail in. For there is neither pot nor pan Of mine you'll drive a nail in. Then bind your budget on your back. And nails up in your apron. For Tve a tinkler under tack That's usM to clout my caldron. Iaaiirie$ didU, didle^ &C (97 ) 7be Malt^Man. THE maltman comes on Mmubfi He craves wonder fauv Cries, Dame^ come ^Te me myJUlir^ Or malt ye /all nter get mair* I took him into thejpantry. And gave him ^ome good cock-broc^ Sjne paid him upon a ^ntree» As hofUer wives ihould do. When malt-men come for filler. And gangers with wands o^er foon. Wives, tak them a* down to the cellar. And dear them as J have done. This bewith^ when canzie is fcanty. Will keep them frae making din. The knack I learn*d frae an auld amity. The fnackeft of a' my kin. 'The malt-man is risht cunning. Bat I can be as flee. And he may crack of his winnings When he clears icores^vith me : For come when he likes, Tm ready ^ But if frae hame I be. Let him wait on our kind lady, She*ll anfwer a bill for me. Bonny B £ s s y^ Tune, Be/y^ Haggies. BESSITs beauties fhine ifae bright Were her many vercues fewer. She wad ever give delight. And in traniport make me view her. ► Bonny ^tffy^ thee alane Love I, naethin2eir&abo4t-tliee.; With thy comelin^s I'm tane. And langer cannot iive without thee. iESST*$ bofom's faft and warm* Milk-white fingere ftill empIoy*d, He who takes her to his arm. Of her fweets can ne*er be cIoyM, My dear BeJ), when the rofes Leave thy cheek, as thou grows aulderj Vertue, which thy mind difclofesy Will keep love frae growing caulder. BESSys tocher is bat fcanty. Yet her face itnd foul difcovers Thefe inchanting fweets in plenty Mull intice a thoufand lovers. . It^s not money, but a woman Of a temper kind and ea(y. That gives happinefs uncommon. Petted things can nought but teaze ye. A Omnia vincit Amor. S I went forth to view the fpring Which Flora had adorned In laiment fair ; now every thing The rage of winter fcorned : I call mine eye, and did efpy A youth, who made great clamor ; And drawing nigh, I heard him cry^ ,Ah I omnia 'vincit amor. Upon his bread he lay along. Hard by a murm'ring river. And mournfully his doleful fong With fighs he did deliver^ ^ Ahf (99') All I Jeany\ face has conrolir gnce, Her locks that fhine Jike umtAet^ With burning rays have cut my days ; For omnia *vincit amor. Her glancy een like cctaiets fheeh. The morniog fun out-ihining. Have caught my heart in Cupid^s tst. And make me die with pining, Durft I complain, nature^s to blaine^ So curioufly to frame her, Whofe beauties rare make me with card Cry, omma vincit amor, Yc chryftal ftreams that fwifdy glide, fie partners of my mourning. Ye fragrant fields and meadows wide. Condemn her for her fcoming : Let every tree a witnefs be. How juftly I may blame her; Ye chanting bh-ds/ note thefe my words;' Ah I omnia 'vincit amor. Had ihe beeii kind as fhe was fair. She long had been admirM, And been adorM for vertnes rare, Wh* of life now makes me tir'd. Thus ikid, his breath began to fail. He could not fpeak^ but ilammer ; He iighM full fore, and faid no more. But omnia vincit amor. When I obferv'd him near lo death, I run in hafle to fave him. Bat quickly he refignM hii breath, So deep the wound love gave him. Now for her fake this vow Fll make. My tongue (hall ay defame her^ Whife on his herfel*ll write this verfe^ Ah I omma vincit amor. ( lOO ) Straight I confiderM in my mind Upon the matter rightly. And found, tho* Ct^ he be blind^ He prbvet in pith moft mighty. For warlike Mars^ nor thundering Jove, And Vukau with his hammer. Did ever prove the (laves of love. For omnia mtucit amor. ' Hence we may fee th' effedh of love. Which gods and men keep under. That nothmg can his bonds remove. Or torments break afunder : Nor wife, nor fool, need go to fchool. To learn this, from his grammar ; His heart*8 the book where he*s to look For omnia mmdt amor. Q^ ■Mki Tihe auld Wife beymt the Fire. L THERE was a wife wonM in a glea» And (he had dochters nine or ten, 1 hat foueht the houfe baith but and ben. To find their mam a fnifhing. 7 be auld njoife beyont tbejire^ 7 he auld ijjife aniefi the fire ^ 7he auld *wifi abooH the fire. She died for lack ofjnijhing, u. Her mill into fome hole had fawn, Whatrecks, quoth (he, let it be gawn. For I maun hae a young goodman Shall furniih me with fDi(hing. 7he auld 'wife, &C, Her ( 101 ) III. Her eldeft dochter faid right baald, Fy» mother, mind that now ye're add. And if ye with a yonker wald, He*ll wade away your fnifhing. The auld njaife^ &c. IV. The youDgefl dochter ga'e a fhout, O mother dear f your teeth's a* oat, Befides haff blind, you have the goat. Your mill can had nae fnifhing. ^be auld wife. Sec* Ye lied, ye limmers, cries auld mump, For I hae baith a tooth and ftump. And will nae langer live in dump. By wanting of my fnifhing. The auld *wife, &C* in. Thole ye, fays ?/;, that pauky flut. Mother, if you can crack a nut. Then we will a* confent to it. That you fhall have a fnifhing, Thi auld wife^ &c. . ■^- VII. The auld ane did agree to that. And they a pidol bullet gat ; She powerfully began to crack. To won herfell a fnifhing* The auld wi/e. Sec. F 3 Braw Nete, Snifhing in its literal iheaning is fnnff made of Tobacco ; but in this fong it means fometimes ' contentment, a husband, love, money, &r. J (.102 ) VIII. Braw fport !t was to fee her chow't, And 'tween her gums fae fqaeez and row*t. While frac her jaws the flaver flow'd. And zy ibe cursM poor ftumpy. The auld wje, &c. IX. At laft (he gac a defperate fqoefz. Which brak the lang tooth by the neez. And fync poor ilumpy was at eafe. But fhe tint hopes of fnifhing. The aM wife, &c. •X. She of the task began to tire. And frae her dochters did retire. Syne leanM her down ayont the fire. And dyed for lack of fnifhing, The auld 'wife, &c. xr. Ye auld wives notice well this trath^ Aifoon as yt'rt pad mark of mouth. Ne'er do what's only fit for youth. And leave uS thoughts of fnifhing: Elfe like this nvife heyont the fit g^ . T^r bf itns againft you twill conjfire | JV!?f twill ye get unlefs ye hire^ A young man njiiitb ywr fntflfing. ^ m Til never love thee more. MY dear and only love, I pray^ That little world of thee, Be governM by no otjier fway, ^ijtpurefl monarchy : For For if confbfion have a part» Which virtoous fouls abhor, ril call a fynod in my heart. And never love thee more. As Jlexandir I will reign. And I will reign alone. My thoughts did evermore difdahi A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too ffitfcb. Or his deferts are fmall. Who dares not put it to the ttfutch. To gain or lofe ic all. But I will reign, and govern fHlI, And always give the law. And have each fubjedl at my mil. And all to Aand in aw : But 'gainft my batteries if I find Thou ttorm or vex me (ore. As- if thou fee me as a blind, I^U never love thee more. And in the empire of thy heart. Where I Ihould folcly be, ._ If others do pretend a part. Or dares to ihare with me : Or committees if thou ereA, Or go on fuch a fcore, I'll fmiling mock at thy negled. And never love thee more. But if no faithlefs a6lion fiain Thy love and conftant word, m make thee ^mous by my pen, And> glorious bv my iword. I'll (errt thee in luch npble ways. As ne*er was known before i ril deck dnd crown thy head with bays. And love thee more knd more. P 4 ^ ( 104 ) The Black Bird. Up O N a fair morning for fofc recreation; I heard a fair lady was making her moan. With fighing and fobing,. and fad lamentation^ Saying, My black bird vbloSl royal is flown. My thoughts they deceive me, Refledtions do grieve me. And I am o'erburthen*d with' fad mifery s Yet if death ibould blind me. As true love indines me. My Hack bird I'll feek out, wherever he be. Once into fair England my black bird did flourifli. He was the chief flower that in it did fpring ^ Prime ladies of honour hisperfon did nourilh, . Becaufe he was the true ionoi a king : But flnce that ^Ife fortune. Which flill is uncertain. Has caufed this parting between him and me^ His name PU advance In Spain and in France^ And feek out my black bird wherever he bf. The birds of the foreil all met together, The turtle has chofen to dwell with the dove i And I am refolvM in foul or fair weather. Once in the fpring to feek out my love. He*s all my heart's treafure. My joy and my pleafure ; And julUy (my k)ve) my heart follows thee. Who are conflant and kind^ And couragious of mind. All blifs on my black bird, wherever &e be. In England my black bird and I were together. Where he was ftill noble and generous of heartL Ah ! wo .0 the time that firil he went thither, . Alas I he was forced from thence to depart* ( «05 ) In Scotland he^s deein*d. And hiehly efteem*d> Id EtrgloKdhe teemeth a ftranger to be i Yet his hme (hall remain. In France and in Spain, AH blifs to my UacA bird wherever he be* What if the fowler my blatk bird has taken. Then fighing and fobing will be all my tune ; But if he is fa&, 1*11 not be forfaken. And hope yet to fee him in May or in Jum. For him through the fire. Through mud and through mire, 1*11 go ; for I love him to fuch a degree. Who is conftant and kind. And noble of mind, Deferving all bleflings, wherever he be. It is not the ocean can fright me with danger. Nor tho* like a pilgrim I wander forlorn, I may meet With friendfhip of one is a (banger. More than of one that in Britain is bom. I pray heaven fo fpadous. To Britain be gracious, Tho* fome there be odious to both him and me. Yet joy and renown. And laurels (hall crown My kl^ck bird with honour, wherever he be. 7ake your auld Cloak about you. IN winter when the rain rain*d cluld ^ And froft and fnaw on ilka hiU, And Boreas, with his blafts fae bauld. Was threatening a' our ky to kill : Then Bell my wife, wha loves na (Irife^ She faid to me right hadily. Get ap, eoodman, fave Cromfa life. Ana tw your auld cloak about ye« F$ My r. d ( ia6 ) My Cromie is an ufeful cow, And (he is come of a. good kync ; 'hit has (he wet the bairn*8 mou. And I am laith chat (he ihou'd tjfit ; Get up, goodman, it is fou time. The fun (bines in the life fae hie ; Sloth never made a gracious end. Go tak your auld cloak about ye. I My cloak was anes a good grey cloak, • When it was fitting for my wear; But now it*s fcanily worth a groar» for 1 have worn't this thirty year i Let*s fpend the gear th'it we have won, -We little ken the day we^ll die : Then Til be proud» (ince I have fwom To have a new cIo;xk about me. In days when our king Robert rang, His trews they coil bu* h.:fF a crown } He faid they were a groat o*er dear. And callM the taylcr ihief and loun* He was the king that wore a crnwn. And thou ihe man of laigh degree, •Tis pricfe put: a' the Country down. Sac tuk thy auIJ cloak about thee. Every \\r\^\ h.^s it? ain laugh. Ilk kihd of corn it ! as its hool. I think the w.irld is a' run wrang. When ilka wife her man wad rule i Do ye not fee Rob^ Jotk, and H^b, As thty are girded g.llantly. While I lit hurklen in the afc ; rjl have a new cloak about me. Goodman, I^vate *ti8 thirty years. Since we did ane anither ken ; And w have had between us twa, O/Jdds aad bonny lafles ten : K^< C 107 ) Now they are women grown and meo» I wifh and pray well may they be s ' And if you prove a good husband, £*en tak your auld cloak about ye. Seffmy wife, (he loves na ftrife ; But (he wad guide me, if (he can. And to maintain an eafy life, I aft maun yield, tho' I*m goodman : Nought^s to be won at woroan^s hand, Unlefs ye give her a* the plea ; Then I'll leave aff where I began. And tak my auld cloak about me. MdtM^miitmmmmmmtmmmmmim The ^adruple jMlianee. Tune, Jocky hljth and gay ^ SWIFT, Sandy, JToung, andG^ Are dill my hearts delight, I ling their fangs by day. And read their tales at night. If frae their books I be, 'Tis dullnefs then with me ; ^ But when thefe flars appear, .. Jokes, fmiles, and wit ihine dear. Swfl with uncommon fiile. And wit that flows with eafe, Infirufls us with a fmile. And never fails to pleafe. Bright ^^ixr^ ghidly fings Of heroes, Gods, and kings : He well deferves the bays. And every Briton's praife. F 6 What •( ie8> > While Am our Htmtr fliinn i Tetmg, witb Heracian flame, ' Com&t thefe fiire defiEns We pofli in low o? ^une. K]rth Ga^ in pawky ftraitn, Makei villaini, clowns, and fwain» Reprove, with biting leer, Thofe in a higher fphere. Swift, SaaJf, Ttimg, andGof, Long may yoo give delight ) Zf t til the duncu bray. You're far above their fpite : Such, from a malice four. Write sonTenle, lame and poor^ Which never can fucceed. For, who the nalh will read I The End cf the Ftrft Volume. »W0a!4rK4$H>9i«l!««««4»!<K9NK«£^^ THE TEA-TABLE MISCELLANY Shi fung—'fhe yoath attention gaire. And charms on charms ijpies : Ken all in raptures falls ajlave. Both to her voice and eyes% V (*!.. IL To Clarinda. A SONG. To the Tune of, / wijh my Love were in a Mire* BL E ST as the immortal Gods is he. The youth who fondly ^s hy thee^ And hears and fees thee all the wuhili Softly fpeak, and fiueetly fmile^ &C» So fpoke and fmird the eaftera maid ; Like thine, feraphick were her chauns. That in Circafia\ vineyards ftray'd. And bleil the wifell monarch's arms» ' A thoufand fair of high defert, Strave to enchant the amorous king i Bat the Qrcafian gain*d his heart. And taught the royal bard to fing. Clarindd ( no) Ctarifida thai OUT fang infpires. And claimf the fmooth and highed hyt. But while 6ach chaiHi oiit bofbm fires. Words feem too few to found her praife. Her mind io tv^ry grace complete. To paint fuffmfies human skill : Her majefty, mixt with the fwcet. Let feraphs fing her if they will. Whilft wond'ring, with a ravilh'd eye. We all that's perfeift in her view. Viewing a fitter of the sky. To whom an adoration^s due. A SONG, To the Tune of, Lochaher n9 more. FAREWELL to Lochaher, and farewell my yean. Where heartfome with thee iVe mony day been ; For l.ocbaber no more, Lochaber no more. We'll may be return to Lochaber no more. Thefe tears that I fhcd, they are a' for my dear. And no for the dangers attending on weir, Tho' bore on rough leas to a far bloody (hore. May be to return to Lochaber no more. Tho' hurrycanes rife, and rife every wind. They'll ne'er make a temped like that in my mind. I'ho' loudeft of thunder on louder waves roar. That's naethins; like ieavmg my love on the (hore. Vo leave thee behind me, my heart i^fair pain*d« By eafc that's inglorious, no fame can be gain'd,' And beauty and love's the reward of the brave. And I mutt deferve it before I can crave. Then -^lory, my Jeany^ maun plead my excufe. Since ho.\our commands me, how can I refufe \ Without 't I ne'er can have merit for thee. And witnout thy favour Td better not be. Igac < III ) I gae then my lafs to win honour and fame. And if I (hoa)d luck to come gbriouily bame, ril bring a heart to thee with love running o'er. And then 1*11 leave thee and Locbaber no more. The auld Goodman. LA T E in an evening forth I went, A little before the fun gade down. And there I chancM by accident, To light on a battle new begun. A man and his wife was fawn in a ilrife, I canna well tell ye how it began s But ay (he wail'd her wretched life. And cryM ever, alake my auld goodman. He. Thy auld goodman that thou tells of. The country kens where he was bom. Was but a filly poor vagabond, And ilka ane leugh him to fcorn ; For he did fpend, and make an end Of gear that his fore-fathers wan. He gart the poor ftand fracthe door, Sae tell nae mair of thy auld goodman, S H B. My heart alake, is liken to break. When I think on my winfome yobn^ His blinks eye, and gate fae free. Was naething like thee, thou dofend drone. His rofie face, and Haxen hair. And a skin as white as ony fwan. Was large and tall, and comely withall. And Uioa'lt never be like my auld goodman. (114) He. Why dofi thoQ pleen ? I thee maintain. For meal and mawt thou difna want ; But thy ndld bees I canna pleafe. Now when our gear gins to grow fcant. Of houihold-iluff thou haft enough^ Thou wants for neither pot nor pan i Of fiklike ware he left thee bare. Sac tell nae mair of thy auld goodman. « She. Yes I may tell, and fret my fell. To think on thefe blyth days I had. When he and I together lay In arms into a well-made bed. But now I figh, and n^ay be fad. Thy courage is cauld, thy colour wan. Thou falds thy feet, and fa's afleep. And thou'lt ne'er be like my auld good man. Then coming was the ni^t fae dark. And gane was a* the Ii^ht of day ; The cane was fear'd to mifs his mark. And therefore wad nae lanzer ftay. Then up he gat, and he ran his way, I trowe the wife the day (he wan. And ay the o'erword of the fray Was ever, alake my auld goo dman. Z. SONG. To the Tune o^ Valiant Jocky. Oft a beautiful 9 but very young Lady* BEAUTY from fancy takes its arms. And ti^ry common face fome breaft may move, t>ome in a look, a fhape, or air find charms, Tojaltify their choice, or boaft their love. But ( "3 ) Bat liad the great AptlUs feen that face,^ When he the Cyprian goddefs drew. He had negle^ed all the female race. Thrown his firft Viftus by» and~copied yoa. In that defign, Gr^at nature would combine To fix the fhindard of her facred coin ; The charming figure had enhancM his fame. And ihrines been raisM to Seraphina^% name* ir. Bat iince no painter e^er could take That face which baffles all his curious art i And he that drives the bold attempt to make. As well might paint the fecrets of the heart. O happy glafs, I'll thee prefer. Content to be like thee inanimate. Since only to be gaz'd on thus by her, A better life and motion would create. Her eyes would infpire. And like Prometheus^ fire. At once inform the piece and give defire. The charming phantom I would grafp, and fly 0*er all the orb, tho* in that moment die. m. Let meaner beaaties fear the day, Whofe charms are fading, and fubmit to time ; The graces which from them it deals away, It with a lavifh hand ftill adds to thine. The god of love in ambufh lies. And with his arms furrounds the fair. He points his conquering arrows in thefe cya^ Then hangs a iharpned dart at every hair. As with fatal skill, > Turn which way you will. Like £^i?A*s flaming fword each way you kill ; So ripening years improve rich nature's flore. And gives perfe^ion to the golden ore. P«i ( "4 ) Lafs with a Lump of Land^ GPR me a lal''* with a lump of land. And we for life (hall gang the gither, Tho' daft or wife, Til never demand. Or black or fair, it makAia whether. Vm afF vith wit, and beauty will fade. And blood alane is na worth a (hilling. But (he 'hat*s rich, her market's made. For ilka charm about her is kilHng. Gi'e me a lafs with a lump of land. And in my bofom IMl hug my treafure ; Gin I had anes her gear in my hand, Should love turn dowf, it will find pleafure* Laugh on wha likes, but there's my hand, T hate with poortith, tho* bonny, to meddle, Unlefs they bring c?(h, or a lump of land, TheyTe never get me to dance to their fiddlei There's meikle good love in bands and bags. And filler and gowd's a fweet complexion ; But beauty and wit, and vertue in rags, Have tint the art of gaining affection : Love tip» his arrows with woods and parks. And caAles and riggs and muirs and meadows^ And naithing can catch our modern fparks. But well tocherM LiTes, or jointer*d windows. ■Mi The Shepherd Adonis* L TH E (hf pherd Mcnis Being wcary'd with fport. He for a retirement To the woods did refort. He threw by his club, And he laid himfelf down ; He envy*d no monarch. Nor wi(h*d for a aown^ Hi ("5) IL . He drank of the burn. And he ate frae the tree, Himfelf he enjoy'd. And frae trouble was free* He wifhM for no nymph, Tho' never fae fair. Had nae love nor ambition. And therefore no care. III. Bat as he lay thus In an evening, fae dear, A heavenly fweet voice Sounded faft in his ear ; Which came frae a (hady Green neighbouring grovejj Where bonny Jtnynta Sat iinging of love. rv. He wanderM that way. And found wha was rhere. He was quite confounded To ice her fae fair : He flood like a (la cue. Not a foot cou'd he move. Nor knew he what grievM him | . But he fear*d it was love. V. The nymph (he beheld him With a kind modefl grace. Seeing fomething that pleafed her Appear in his face. With blulhing a little She to him did fay. Oh (hepherd I what want ye. How came you this way ? His ( 1I« ) VI. His fpirits reviving. He to hci" reply 'd, I was ne'er fae furprisM At the fight of a maid. Until I beheld thee From love I was free f But now Vm ta*en captive. My faireft, by th«e. Z. TJbe Complain T.f To B. I. G. To the Tune of, men ai/ent, (Jc. WHEN abfent from the nymph I love, rd fain (hake off the chains I wear ; But whilit I drive chafe to remove. More fetters Tm obligM to bear. My captivM fancy day and night Fairer and fairer reprefents Belinda formed for dear delight. But cruel caufe of my complaintf* All day I wander through the groves. And fighing hear from ev'ry tree The happy birds chirping their loves, Happy comparM with lonely me. When gentle fleep with balmy wings To reft fans ev'ry weary*d wight, A thoufand fears my fancy brines, ^ That keep me watching all the night* Sleep flies, while like the goddefs fair. And all the graces in her train, With melting fmiles and killing air Appears the caufe of all mv pain. A while my mind delighted flies O^er all her fweets with thirling jcqr, Whilil want of worth makes doubts arife^ That all my trembling hopes dellroy* Thus 0^7) Tliiu white my thoughts are fixM on her, I'm all o*er tran^ort and deiire ; My pulfe beats high, my cheek appears All roTes, and mine eyes all fire» When to my felf I turn my view. My veins grow chill, my cheek looks wan : Thus whlUk my fears my pains renew, I fcarcely look or move a man. Tie young Lafs contra auld Man. TH E carle he came o'er the crofc. And his beard new (haven, He look'd at me, as he*d been dafr. The carle trows that I wad hae him* Howt awa, I winn^ hae him f Na forfooth, I winna hae him ! . For a' his beard new (haven. Ne'er a bit will I hae him. A filler broach he gae me niefl. To fallen on my curtchea nooked, I worM a wi upon my bread ; Bat foon alake ! the tongue o*t crooked ; And fae may his, I winna hae him, Na forfooth, I winna hae him ! An twice a bairn*s i lafs*s jeil ; Sae ony fool for me may hae hinu The carle has na fault but ane ; For he has land and dollars plenty ; Bat waes' me for him ! skin and bane . Is no for a plump lafs of twenty* JHqi^ WWK I winna hae him, Na ibrfoojth, I winna haehim^ What (ignifies his dirty riggs, And cafli without a man with them. S«l But (houM mycankcrM dady gar Mc tak him 'gainft my inclination, I warn the fumblcr to beware, That antlers dinna claim their ftation. Howe awa, I winna hac him f^ Na forfooth, I winoa hae him { I'm flccM to crack the haly band, Sae lawty fays, I fhou'd na bae him. c Vertue and Wit the Prefervatives of Lov E and Beauty. To the Tune of, GiMranfy. He. O N F E S S thy love, fair blufliing maid. For fmce thine eye's confenting. Thy faftcr thoughts are a' betrayed. And nafays no worth tenting. Why aims thou to oppofe thy mind, With words thy wifh denyine ; Since nature made thee to be iTind, Reafon allows complying. Nature and reafon's joint confent Make love a facred blelCng, Then happily that time is fpent. That's war'd on kind carcfling. ' Come then, my Katie, to my armi, I'll be nae mair a rover ; But find out heaven in a* thy charms, And prove a faithful lover. She. What you defjgn by nature's law. Is fleeting inclination, That mily-^fVifp bewilda us a* By its infatuation. When that goes out, carefTcs tire. And love's na mair in feafon, S/fie weakly we blow up the fire, ^ WJth &U oar boaSed reafon. H b. (119) He. The beaaties of inferior caft Ma^ (larc this juil reiedtion ; Bat charms lik^ thipe maun always laft^ Where wit has the protefiion. Vertae and wit, like April rays. Make beauty rife the Tweeter ; The langer then on thee I gaze. My love will grow completer. SONG. To the Tune of. The happy clown. IT was the charming month of May, When all the flow'rs were frefh and gay, Qae morning by the break of day. Sweet Ch/oe, chaile and fair. From peaceful flumber (he arofe, • Girt on her mantle and her hofe. And o^er the flowVy mead (he goes. To breathe a purer air. Her looks fo fweet, fo gay her mein. Her handfome (hape, and drefs fo cleas^ She lookt all o*er like beauty*8 queen, Dreii in her bed aray. The gentle winds, and purling ftream feflayM to whifper Ch/oe^s name, Pheiavage beafls till then ne'er tame, . Wild adoration pay. The feathered people one might fee, PerchM all around her on a tree. With notes of fweetell melody They ad a cheerful part. The dull flives on the toilfome plow. Their wearied necks and knees do bow, A glad fubjedion there they vow. To pay witMU their heart. f f ( 120 ): The bleating flockf that then came by. Soon as the charming nymph they fpy. They leave their hoarfe and rueful cry, ^ And dance around the brooks« The woods are glad, the meadows fmile. And F9rtb that fbam*d and roar*d ere while^ Glides calmly down as (mooth as oil» Thro* all its charming^ aoolci. The finny fquadrons are content To leave their wat*ry element. In glazie numbers down they bent. They flutter all along* Tlve infefis, and each creeping thing* JoinM to make up the rural ring ; All fi-isk and dance, if (he but fing. And make a jovial throng. Kind Phctbus now began to riTe, And paint with red the eaflern skies. Struck with the glory of her eyes. He fluinks behind a cIoad« Her mantle on a bow (he lays. And all her glory (he difplays. She left all nature in amaze, And skip'd into the wood. X. Lady AnneBothwelV Lament. BA L O W, my boy, ly (Ull and fleep. It grieves me fore to hear thee weep : It liiouTi be filent, Pll be glad. Thy mourning makes my heart full fad. BhIow, my boy, thy mother's joy. Thy father bicd me great annoy. Ba/oWf my hoy ^ Tyfiillandjleep^ J/j^riinjis mijf§re to hiar ibee <weef. Balow, ( 1«I ) BtloWf my darling, fleep a while. And when thou wak*fl then fweetly fmile i But fmile not as thy father did. To cozen maids, nay God forbid 2 For in thine eye his look I fee. The tempting look that ruin*d me, Baloiv, my toy, 8cc, When he began to court my love. And Ivith his fugar'd words to move. His tempting face, and flattVing chear^ In time to me did not appear ; Bat now I fee that cruel he Cares neither for his babe nor me. Baloiv^ my hoy^ &c.^ Farewell, farewell, thou falfeft youth. That ever kill a woman*s mouth. Let never any after me. Submit unto thy courtefy : For, if they do, O ! cruel thou Wilt her abufe, and care not how« Balo<Wf my toy, &c. I was too credMous at the €rft. To yield thee all a maiden darft. Thou fwore for ever true to prove. Thy faith unchanged, unchanged thy love ; But quick as thought the change is wrought. Thy love's no more, thy promife nought, Balow, my boy. Sec- i wifh I were a maid again. From young inen*8 flattery VA refrain. For now unto my grief I find. They all are perjurM and unkind : Bewitching charms bred all my harms, Witnefs my babe lies in my arms. Ba/otv, my Boy, &C. I take my fate from bad to worfe. That I muft needs be now a nurie, G Kni. ( iH ) And file, all ravifht with delight, £id xne oft come again ; And kindly vow'd, that evVy night SheM rife and let me in. But ah f at bft (he provM with bairn^ And fighing fat and dull. And I that was as much concerned, Look*d e>n juft iike a fool. Her lovely eyes with tears ran o'er. Repenting her ra(h fm : She iigh*d, and ciirsM the fatal hour, That e'er fhe loot me in. But who cou*d cruelly deceive, Or from fuch beauty part : I lovM her fo, 1 could not leave The charmer of my heart ; But wedded, and coacealM our crime : Thus all wai well again, ^ And now (he thanks the happy time That e'er fhe loot me in. Z. SONG. If Lovers afweet Pajion, IF love's a fweet paillon, why does it torment ; If a bitter, O tell me whence comes my complaint ? Since I fuffer with pleafure, why (bould I complain. Or grieve at my fate, fince I know 'tis in vain. Yet fo pleafing the pain \\ fo foft b the dart. That ar once it botl) wounds me, and tickles my heart. I grnfp her hand'' gently, look hngniihing down, And by paiUonatc filrnce I make my love known. But oh I how I'm blefs'd when fo kind flie does prove^ By iome willing midnke to difcover her love. When in ilriving to hide, (he reveals all her flame, I' Ai]d oar eyes teJi each other what neithe^dare name. How- ( 125 ) How pleafing is beauty ? how fweet are the charms ; How delightful embraces ? how peaceful her arms ? Sure there's nothing fo eafy as learning to love ; * rb taught us on earth, and by all things above : And to beauty's bright ilandart all heroes mull yield. For 'tis beauty that conquers, and wins the fair field. John Ochiltree. Ho N E S T man John Ochiltree ; Mine ain auld John Ochiltree^ Wilt thou come o'er the moor to, me. And dance as thou was wont to da^- Aluke^ alake I Injuont to do I OboUy Ohon! Invont to do f NohAf nvont to dos a<way^frae me^ Frae filly auld John Ochiltrcc. Honcft man John Ochiltree^ Mine ain auld John Ochiltree ; Come anes out o'er the moor to me. And do but what thou dow to do. Alak^ alake ! I donu to do I Walasways I I do^w to do / ^0 ivhoft and hirple o'*er my tree. My ionny moor-po^wt^ w a* I may 4^. Walaways I John Ochiltree, For mony a time I tell'd to thee. Thou rade fae fail by fea and land ; And wadoa keep a bridle hand s ThouM tine the bead, thy fell wad dic^ My filly auld John Ochiltree. Come to my arms, my bonny thing. And chear me up to hear theefing ; And tell me o'er «' ov/ hue done. For thoughts maun now my life fufi ain. 63 Gao >■ t ( "6) Gac thy ways J§hn Ochiltree : Hae done ] it has nae fa'r wi* me. I*II fet the bedfi in throw the hnd. She*]] may be fa* in a better hand. Even fit thou there, and drink thy fill. For I*]] do as 1 wont to do ftill. Z. SONG. To the Tune of, Jenny beguird thi Wehfttr. The auld chorut. VpfiairSf donun ftairs^ Timher fi airs fear mf, Pm laitb tQ iy a* fdght my iani, Jind Johny^j hdfat mar mt. OMither dear^ I *gin to ftir^ Tho* Vm baith good and boBAy, I winna Iceep ; for in my fleep I dart and dream of Jobny. When Johny then cooies down the glea^ To woo me« dinna hinder ; But with content gi* yoar confent For we twa ne*er can finder. Better to marry, than mifcarry ; For fhanie and slcaith's the clink o*C» To thole, the dool, to mount the (lool, I downa* bide, to thiok o*t % Sae while 'tis time, V\\ (bun the crime. That gars poor Efps gae whinging* Witli hainches fow, and een fae blew. To a* the bedrals bindging. Had Eppy's apron bidden down. The kirk had ne*er a kend it ; fiul when the word's gane thro* the town i AJake how can ibe mend it. Now ( 127 ) Now 7am maun face the mmifteiv And (he maun mount the pillar : And that's the way that they maun gae, . For poor folk hat na filler. Now ha'd ye' r tongue, my daughter yomig». Replied the kindly mither, Get Johny*B hand in haly band. Syne wap yeV wealth together. I*m o* the mind, if he be kind, ye*ll do your part difcreetly ; And prove a wife, will gar his life. And barrel run right fweetly. SONG. iTo the Tunc of, Wat ye wba Imet yiftrtm^ &• OF all the birds, whofe tuneful throats Do welcome in the verdant fpring, I far prefer the Stirlin^% notes* And think (he does mofl fweetly iing. - Nor thrufh, nor linnet, nOr the bird. Brought from the far Canary coaH, Nor can the nightingale afibrd Such melody as (he can boafl. When Phofbus fouthward darts his firei. And on our plains he looks afcance. The nightingale with him retires. My Stirling makes my blood to dance. ^ In fpite of Hyem^s nipping froft. Whether the day be dark or clear. Shall I not to her health entoad. Who makes it fummer all the year ? Then by thyfelf, my lovely bird, ril ilroke thy back, and kifs thy breaft^ And if you'll take my honeil word. As facrcd as before the prieil, G4 ra r / ■ (118) 1*11 bring thee wliere I will devife Sach various ways to pleafure thee^ The velvet fog thou wiD defpife. When on the do^wnyhiH) with mc. T. R. A SONG. To its own Tune. IN y^nunry lad. On munanday at morn, A% through the fitlds I pad. To view the winter corn, I looked me behind. And faw come o*er the know, Ane ghncing in her apron. With a bonny brent brow. I faid, Good morrow, fair maid ; And (he right coarteouflv Returned a beck, and kindly (aid. Good day ^ fiueet fir^ to you. I fpear'd, My dear, how far awa Do ye intend to gae. Quoth (he, I mean a mile or iwa Out o'er yon broomy brae. He. Fair maid, Vm thankfu* to my fate. To have fic company ; For Tm ganging (Iraight that gate. Where ye intend to be. When we had gain a mile or twain, I faid to her, My dow, M<jy we not lean us on this plain. And kifs your bonny mou. Kind ( 129 ) Sue. Kind Sir, ye are a wi miftane ; For I am nane of thefe, I hope ye fome mair breeding ken^ Than to ruffle womens claife : For maybe I have chofen ane. And plighted him my vow, Wha may do wi* me what he likes^ And kifs my bpnny moa. He. Na, if ye are contradled, I hae nae mair to fay : Jlather than be reje^ed, I will gie o*er the play ; And chufe anicher will refpedl My love and on me rew ; And let me clafp her ^oond the neck, . And kifs her bonny mou. She. O fir, ye are proud-hearted. And laith to be faid nay» Elfe ye wad ne*er a darted For ought that I did fay : For women in their modeily At £rft they winna Bow ; But if we like your company, . We'll prove as kind as you. . . Z» SONG. ToethcTune ofyjrUmvir leave tbeg^ * ■• " ' ■.• * ON E day I head Mary fay. How (hall I leave thee I Stay, dearefl Adonis , (lay. Why wilt (hou grieve me. G S.t ■" . '•>■ ,./ . A^%\ ( ^30 ) Alas I my fond htart will Weak^ If thou fhould leav6 me. ril live and die for l;by fake ; ; . Yet never leave thee. Say, lovely Adms, fay, Has Mary deceived the^ ? Did e'er her yourfg heart betray New love, that has gri^^'d thee j My conftant mind ne*er fhaU ftray. Thou may believe me. 1*11 love the lad night and day» And never leave thee. Adonisy my charming youth. What can relieve thee ? Can Mary thy aneuifh footh f This bread ftJafl rcdeive X\itt. My paffion can ne*er decay. Never deceive thee : Delight fhall drive pain aWay, Pleafure revive thee. But leave thee, leave thee, kd,. How (hall I leave thee ? O \ that thought makes me fad> ril never leave thee. Where would my Adotds fly \ Why does he grieve me ? Alasi my.poo&heastwilldity > - If I fhould leave the^. , . C» • > I ... ! • ■ r J- * , * Sleepy Fody, Drowfy Body. • » ' • • • SOMNOLENTE, ^^fintmi Vigila^ <vi<vaty me tangt^ Son:fioientey quafo rtpiwtf , ^ Ti^U, *vivip me tange^^ *' 2 Cum (¥3n Cum mi amhiehas^ Videri folehas Amoris negotiis aptus ; Atfa£tus tnaritusy In ItSio fopitus Somno es, baud amor e^ tu captut, O fleepy body. And drowfy body, O wiltuna waken and turn thee : To drivel and drant. , While I figh and gaunt. Gives me good reafon to fcofn thee» When thou (houldft be kind. Thou turns fleepy and blind. And fnoters and fnores far frae me* Wae light on thy face. Thy drowfy embrace Is enough to gar me betray thee. Qr General Lesi^y'^ March to Longmafton Moor^ MARCH, march. Why the d— do ye na march ? Statjd to your arms, my lads^ Fight in good order. Front about, ye musketeers aH, Till ye come to the EngUfh border. Stand tiirt, and fight like men, ^ True gofbel to maintain. The parliament biyth to fee us a comingr When to the kirk we come. We'll purge it ilka room, Prae popijb relidls, and a* fic innovations. That a' the warld may fee. There's nane i* the right bat we,i %A the auid ^c^tifi^ natiom id 6 6 ) ( '32 ) Jinny fball wear the hood, Jockf the fark of G o d ; And the kill fou of whifUes, That make iic a cleiro^ Our pipers braw. Shall hae them a% Whate'er come on it, Busk up your plaids, my lads. Cock up your bonnets. March^ marcif, &c. Z. SONG. To the Tune of, Pllgaryt be fain te follo'vo me. He. AD I E U for ^ while my native green plains. My nearefl relations, and neighbouring fwains^ Dear A>//y, frae thefe I'd (fart eafily free. Were minutes not ages, while abfent frae thee. S H e'. Then tell me the reafon thou does not obey The pleadings of love, but thus hurries away ; Alake, thou deceiver, o'er plainly I fee, A lover fae roving will never mind me. Hi. The reafon unhappy, is owing to fate That gave me a being without an eflate. Which lays a neceility now upon me, To purcliufe a fortune for pleafure to thee. She. Small fortune may fervc where love has the fway. Then Johny be counfel'd na larger to ftray, For while thou proves conftant in kindnefs to me. Contented 1*11 ay find a treafure in thee. He. O ceafe, my dear charmer, elfe foon I'll betray A >veaknefs unmanly, and quickly give way To ( 133 ) To fondnefs which may prove a ruin to thee, A pain to Us baith, and diihonour to me. Bear witnefs, ye ilreams, and witnefs, ye flowers, Bear witnefs, ye watchful invifible powers, J f ever my heart be unfaithful to thee. May naithing propitious e'er fmile upon me. SONG. To the Tune of, BU S Kyey busk ye^ my bonny bride ; Bu}k ye, busk ye, my bonny marrow ; Husk ye f busk ye, my bonny bride, Buik and go to the braes of Yarrow ; There will we fport and gather dew. Dancing while lavrock Ting the morning : There learn frae turtles to prove true ; O Bellf ne'er vex nie with thy fcorning. To weftlin breezes Flora yields. And when the beams are kindly warming, Blyihnefs appear^ o'er all the fields. And nature looks mair fre(h and charming* Learn frae the burns that trace the mead, Tho' on their banks the rofes bloflbm, Yet haftyiie they flow to f*weed, And pour their fweetnefs Jn his bofom. Hade ye, haft? ye, my bonny P^//, Halle to my arnis, and there Tli guard thee. With free confent my fears repel, rU with my love aod care reward thee. Thu? fang I faftly to my fair, Wha rais'd my hopes^ wixh kind relenting. . O queen of fmiles, I ask na mair, ' ^ since now my bonny BiW^ coflffciiting. Cor9 i ( t|4) Corn Riggs are bonny. MY Patk is a lover gay. His mind is never muddy. His breath is Tweeter than new hay^ His face is fair and ruddy. His (hape is handfom, middle fize ; He's (lately in his wawking ; The (hining of his een furprile ; *Tis heaven tp hear him tawking. Laft night I met him on a bawk. Where yellow corn was growing. There mony a kindly word he fpake^ That fet my heart a glowing. He kifs'd, and vow*d he wad be mine. And looM me bed of ony ; Thac gars me like to iing finfyne, O corn riggs an hoany. Let maidens of a filly mind Refufe what maift they're wanting^ Since we for yielding are dcfign'd. We chaflly (hould be granting ; Then ril comply, and mr»rry Pate, And fyne my cockernony He's free to touzle air or Lite, Where corn riggs are bonny. Cr OMLE T*i Lilt. SI N C £ all thy vows, ^Ife maid. Are blown to air. And my poor heart becray'd To (ad defpair. Into fome wildemeis. My grief I will exprefi. And thy hard hearcednefs, O cracl fiiir. HAf» Have I not graven oar loves On every tree : In yonder fpreading groves, Thd^ falfe thoa be : -Wm not ft A>Ieffitt oath Plighted betwixt 03 both. Thou thy faith, I m^ troth, ^pflant to be. Some^oomy place Til find, ^ Some doleful fhade, Wherf Deither fun nor wind ' i E'er entiance had : Into trikt hollow cave. There will I figh and rave, Becaufe thou dod behave So kithlefly. Wild fruit fhall be my meat, . ril drink the fpring^ Cold earth fhall be my feat : For covering IMl have the ftarry sky My head to canopy^ Until my foul on hy Shall ipread its wiog^ rU have no funeral kre^ Nor tears forme t No grave do I de/ire. Nor obfeqoies i The courteous Red-bnap he With leaves will cover me. And fing my elegy With doleful voice* And when a ghofl I am, 1*11 vifit thee^ O thoa dcceuAi dame. Whole cruelty fiw ( 13^ ) Has kiird the kindeft heart That e'er felt Cupid^s dart. And never can defert From loving thee.' X, SONG. WtUl a* to Kit sogo. AN ril awa to bonny Twr^^fidc, And (ee my deary come throw, . And he fall be mine, Gif fae he incline. For I hate to lead apes below. While young and fair, 1*11 make it my care. To fecure my fell in a jo ; Tm no iic a fool To let my blood cool, And fyne gae lead apes below. Few words, bonny lad. Willjithly perfuade, [» Idamy Tho' blu(hing« Idamy (ay no. Gae on with your drain, And doubt not to gain. For I hate to lead apeji below. Unty*d to a man, Do what e*er we caot We never can thrive or dpw : . j Then 1 win do well, Do. better wha will^ And let them lead apes below. Our time is precious. And Gods are gracious That beauties upon ua beQow. i . i ^37 ) *Tis not to be thoagbt» We got them for nought, Bt to be fet np for a fhow. 'Tis carried by votes. Come kilt up ye^r coats, And let QS to Edinburgh go, Where (he that's bonny May catch a Jobny^ And never lead apes below. William and Margaret. AnOUBALLAD. >/-|-^ W A S at the fearful midnight houff JL When all were faft afleep. Id glided Margaret'' s grimly ghoft. And flood at fVilliam'i feet. Her face was pale like April morn ; Clad in a wintry cloud ; And clay cold wai her lilly hand v That held her fable fhroud. , So (hall the faireft face appear. When youth ahd, years are flown : • Such is the robe that kings muft wear, When death has reft their crown. Her bloom was like the fpringing flowV, That fips the filver dew ; The rofe was budded in her cheek ; Jufl opening to the view. But love had, like the canker worm, Confum'd her early prime : The rofe grew pale, and left her cheek ; She dy*d before her time. Awake ! ( 138 ) Awake ! (he crjr'd, thy true fove calls, Come from her midnight grave : Now let thy pity hear the maid, Thy love refus*d to fave. This is the dumb and dreary hoar. When injurM ghofts complain^ And aid the fecret fears of night. To fright the faithlefs mtn. Bethink thee, William^ of thy fault. Thy pledge and broken oath. And give me back my maiden-vow. And give me back my troth. How could you fay, my face was fair. And yet that face forfake ? How could you win that virgin heart. Yet leave that heart to break ? Why did you promife love to me. And not that promife keep } Why faid you, that my eyes were bright. Yet left thefe eyes to weep V How could you fwear, my lip was fweet. And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefs maid. Believe the flatt*riog tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair ; Thefe lips no longer red ; Dark are my eyes, now dosM in death, Apd twtry charm is fled. The hungry worm my fifter is ; This winding-fheet I wear : And cold and weary lafts- oar night. Till that laft morn appear. But But hark (»the cock has warnM me hence** A long and late adieu f Come fee, falfe man, how low (he lies« That dy'd for love of yoa. The lark fung out, the mornine fmilM, And r?is'd her glift'ring heacT: Pale JVilliam quakM in every limb ; Then, raving, left his bed. He hy'd him to the fatal place Where Margaret^s body lay. And (IrecchM him o*er the green gr&fi tutf That wrapt her breathlefs clay. And thrice he caU*d on Marganih name. And chrke he wept full fore : Then laid his cheek on her cold grave. And word fpoke never more. D. M. « 7be Complaint. TH B fail wag fuok beneath the hill* The weftern cloud was linM with gold : Gear was the sky, the wind was dill The flocks were pen'd within the fold ; , When in the filence of the grOve, Poor Damon thus defpairM of love. Who feeks to pluck the fragrant rofe. From the hard rock or oozy beech » Who from each weed that barren grows. Experts the grape or downy peach? With equal faith may hope to nod The truth of love in womankind. No flocks have I, or fleecy care. No fields that wave with golden grain. No paflures green, or gardens fair, A woman*8 venal heart to gain. Then { ( HO ) Then all in vain my^ghs mud prove, Whofe whole cStsLpc, alas I is love. How wretched is the faithful youth, Since women*s hearts are bought and fold ? They ask no vows of facred truth ; Whene'er they iigh, they figh to gold. Gold can the frowns of fcorn remove ; — Thus I'm fcorn'd, — who have but love. To buy the gems of IncHa*% coafi. What wealth, what riches would fufHce ? Yet Indicti fhore fhould never boaft. The luftre of thy rival eyes : For there the world too cheap mud prove ; Can I then buy ? — -^ who have but love. Then, Af^ry, fince nor gems nor ore Can with thy brighter felf compare^ Be jud, as fair, ana value more, Than gems or ore, a heart iincf re : Let treafure meaner beauties prove ; Who pays thy worth, mud pay in love. X. SONG. To the Tunc of, MontrofcV Umu ITofs and tumble thro* the night. And wifli th* approaching day. Thinking when darknefs yields to light, ril banidi care away : But when the glorious fun doth rife. And chear all nature round. All thoughts of pleafure in me dies v My cares do dill abound* My Chi) M/ tortar'd and uneafy mind Bereaves me of my reft ; , My thoughts are to all plcafurc blind, With care Pm ftill oppreft : But had I her within my breaft. Who gives me fo much pain. My raptur'd foul would be at reft. And fofteft joys rogain. I'd not envy the god of war, Bleft with fair Venus^ charms. Nor yet the thiindring Jupiter ^ In fair Alcmena^z arms : Parts with Helens beauty bleft, WouM be a jeft to me ; If of her charms I were pofleft, Thrice happier wou'd I be. < But (ince the Gods do not ordain Such happy fate for me, I dare not 'gainft their will repine. Who rule my defliny. With fprightly wine I'll drown my care. And cherifh up my foul ; When e'er I think on my loft fair, 1*11 drown her in the bpwl. I. H. J^maicci Hoe Deceiver/ WITH tuneful pipe and hearty glee, Xoung Ap^«r#^ wan my heart ; . A bIytheKlad ye con'dna fee, ' ^ All beauty wiftout art His winning talcL ' . . „ Did foon prevail To gain my fond belief ; . . .. ■ »■ ^But. ( ua ) But fooD the fwain Gangs o*er the plain. And leaves me full, sod leaves me fuU« And leaves me fuU of grief. Tho' Colin courts with tuneful (ang. Yet few regard hit mane : The laiTes a' Vound Waty ihxvafL While C0//V8 left alane : In Aberdeen Was never feei^ A lad that eave fie paiot He daily woos. And dill purfuesy Till he does all, till he does all. Till he does all obtain. But foon as he has gained the bllfs* Awav then does he run. And hardly will afford a kifs. To filly me undone : Bonny Katy^ Maggy. Beatij, Avoid the roving fwain ; His wylly tongue ^e fure to (hun. Or yoo, like me ; or you like me, Like me wiU be und one . - . Z, I • * Sweet Susan. To the Tune of, Leadn;^taiigks. ■\ • I. TH E morn was fair; faff was the air» All nature*8 fweets were Springing 1 The buds did bow with filver dew. Ten thoufand birds were finging : When ( H3 ) When on the bent, with blyth content. Young Jamie fang his marrow, Nae bonnier lafe e'er .tread the ^f) On Leader-baugbs and Tsirrow. II. How fwect per fapp, where every grace In heavenly beauty's planted ; Her fmiling een, and comely mein That nae perfeQion wanted, ril never fret, nor ban my fate. But blefs my bonny liiarrow ; If her dear fmilq my doubts beguile. My mind ihall ken nae forcow. III. Vet tho* (he's fair, and has full (hare Of every charm iachantiog. Each good turns ill, %xA ibon will kill Poor me, if love be wanting. O bonny lafs ! have but the erace To think, e'er ye ^ae furder. Your joys mauo flit, if ye commit The crying (in of murder. IV. My wand'ring ghaift will ne'er get reft. And night and day aflPright ye ; But if ye're kind, with joyful mind I'll ftudy to delight ye. Our years around with love thus crown'd. From all things joys (hall borrow ; Thus none (hall oe more bleft than we On LeadiT'baugbszxidi Tarrotju. V. O fweeteft SUE f 'tis only yoa , Can make life worth my wi(h^. If equal love your xqind can mpve To grant this beft of bMes. Thou ( »44 ) Thou art my fan« and my lead frown Would blaft me in the blofTom : But if thou fhine, and make me thine, I'll flourifli in thy bpfom. Cowdon-Knows. WHEN fummer comes, the fwains on T^weed Sing their fucceGful loves. Around the ews and lambkins feed. And mufick fills the groves. But my lovM fong is then the broom So fair on ConAjdeifkno'ws ; For fure fo fweet, fo fofc a bloom Elfewhere there never grows. There Colin tun*d his oaten reed. And won my yielding heart i • No (hephcrd e'er that dwelt on Tijoftd Could play with half fuch art. He fung of Tay^ of Fortb^ and Gydt^ The hills and dales all round. Of Leader-baughs and Leader-fide^ Oh I how I blefs*d the found. Yet more delightful is the broom So fair on Coivdeninofws ; For fure fo frefh, fo bright a bloom Elfewhere there never grows. Not Tt*vht braes fo green and gay May with his broom compare. Not Tarrotv banks in flow'ry May, Nor the buih aboon Trafuair. More pleaHnff 'far arc Cotwden-knowi^ My peaceful |[appy home, Where I was wot^t to milk my ew8 At even amofig the broom. 'V Ye •• ( HS ) Ye powers that haunt the v^oods aod plains Where Tivee^i with Tivhi flows. Convey me to the bell of fwains. And my l6v*d ConAtdon-kneiJos* C. Sandy and Betty. V S AN DT in Edinburgh was born. As blyth a lad as e^'er gade thence : Betty did Stafford {^irt adorq With all that's lovely to the fenfe. Had Sandy dill remained at hame, He had not blinkt on Bettyh fmile ; For why he caught the gentle fla^e On this fide l^^weed full many a mile. She, like the fragrant violet. Still flourifK'd in her native mea^ : He, like the dreamt improvir>g yet The further from his fountain-head* The dream mufl now no further dray ; A fountain fixt by Fenus* power In bis clear bofom, to difplay The beauties of his bordering flowen Vi^hen gracious Anna did unite Two jarring nations ioto one. She bade them mutually unite. And make each other's good their own* Henceforth let each returning year The rofi and thiftle bear one ftem : The tbiftU be the ro/i^ fpear. The ro/e the thiftUh diadem. The queen of Britain^ high decree, The queen of love is bound to keep i Anna the fovereign of the fea, Fenu4 tli9 daughter of the deep, W . %. H 0\>^- I ( 146 ) ODE. 7o Mrs. A. R. Tunc of, Lo^is Goddefs In a Myrtle Gro^t. NO W fpring begins her fmiling round, And lavifti paints th' enamell'd ground ; The birds now lift their chearful voice. And gay on twtry bough rejoice : The lovely graces hand in hand Knit faft in love's eternal band. With early ftep, at niorning dawn. Tread lightly o'er the dewy lawn. Where'er the youthful y^^rj move, They fire the foul to genial love : Now, by the river's painted fide. The fwain delights his country bride ; While pleas'd, fbe hears his artlefs vows. Each bird his featherM confort woos : Soon will the ripen*d fummer yield Her various gifts to every field. The fertile trees, a lovely fhow f With ruby-tinftur'd birth (hall glow ; Sweet fmells from beds of lillies born Perfume the breezes of the morn : The fmiling day and dewy night To rural fccnes my fair invite ; With fummer fweets to fcaft her eye. Yet foon, foon, will the fummer fiy. Attend, my lovely maid, and know To profit by th* ioftrudlive (how. Now young and blooming thou appears AH in the flouri(h of thy years : The lovely bud (hall fpon difclofe To every eye the blu(hing rofe 5 Now, now the tender ftalk is fcen Wiwh beauty fre(h, and ever green. Bat ( H7) Bi|t when the funoy hours are pad. Think not the coz'ning fccne will iaft ; Let not the fl^tt'rer hope perfuade. Ah ! mull I hy, that it will fade ? For fees the funnner flies away. Sad emblem of oar own decay ? Now winter from the frozen north Drives fwift his iron chariot forth. His grizly hands in icy chains Fair Tweda's filver dream conflrains. Caft up thy eyes, how bleak and bare He wanders on the tops of Tare ; Behold his footfteps dire are feen Confeft o'er ev'ry with'ring green ; •GricvM at the fight, when thou (halt fee A foowy wreath to cloath each tree. ^■'^■ Frequentrog now the dream no more. Thou flies, difpleas'd, the frozen (hore, , When thou (hall mifs the flowers that grew Bat^late, to charm thy ravi(h*d view ; Then '(hall a (igh thy foul invade, And o>r thy pleafures cad a fflade : Shall I, ah I horrid! wilt thou fay. Be like to this fome other day ? Yet when In fnow and dreary frod The pleafure of the fields is lod. To blazing hearths at home we run. And fires I'upply the.dittant fun ; In gay delighcs our hours employ. And do not lofe, but change our joy. Happy I abandon every care, To lead the dance, to court the fair. .^ To turn the page of facred bards. To drain the bowl, and deal the cardf. In cities thus with witty friends In fmiles the hoary feafon ends. But when the lovely white and red *.Fram the pale aihy cheek is fled^ H 2 TtA ( «48 ) Then wrinkles dire, and age fevere Make beauty fly, we koow not where* The fair, whom fates unkind difarro, * Ah f muft they never ceafe to charm f Or is there left fome f leafing art To keep fecure a captive heart ? Unhappy love 1 may lovers fay, Beaaty, thy food, does fwifc decay ; When once that (hort-liv'd (lock '\% fpenfy What is't thy fanxke can prevent I Lay in good fenfe wixh timeous care. That love may live on wildom's fare : Tho* extajy with beauty flies, Efteem is bori\ when beauty dies. Happy the man whom fates decree Their richefl gift in giving thee ; Thy beauty (hall his youth engage. Thy wifdom ihall -delighi. his age. ■*"»^^iF^r*^— F^ Horace, Book I. Ode 1 1. To W. D. Tunc of, Willy was a wanton Waf* WIL LTn€tT enquire whaf end The Gods for thee or me intend j How vain the fearch, that but beflows The knowledge of our future woes : Happier the man that ne*er repines. Whatever lot his fate afligns, Than they that idly vex their lives With wizards and inchanting wives. Thy prcfent years in mirth employ, And confecrate thy youth to joy ; Whether the fates to thy old fcore Shall bounteous add a winter more, 2 9r ( 149 ) Or this (hall lay thee cold in earth That rages o'er the Ptniland firtb^ No more with H(mi the dance to lead i Take my ad?ice, ne'er vex thy head. With blyth intent the goblet pour. That's facred to the genial hoar. In flowbg wine ftill warm thy foul. And have no thoughts beyond the bowL Behold the flying hour is loft. For time rides ever on the pod. Even while we (peak, even while we thinfi^ And waits not K>r the Handing drink. Collect thy joyi each prefent day. And live in youth, while bed you may ^ Have all your pleafures at command^ Nor truft one day in fortune's hand* Then IVilly be a wanton wag. If ye wad pleaie the lafles b^aw. At bridals then ye'U bear the brag» And carry ay the grec awa*. I'he W I D O W» TH E widow can bake, and the widow can brew. The widow can fbape, and the widow can few,. And mony braw things the widow can do ; Then have at the widow, my laddie. With courage attack her baith early and late. To ki(s her and clap her ye manna be blate ; Speak well and do better, for that's the beft gate To win a young widow, my laddie. The widow (he's youthfu', and never ae hair The war of the wearing, and has a good skais Of every thing lovely, (he's witty and fair^ And has a rich jointure, my laddie. What cou'd you wiib better your pleafure to crowo^ Than'a widow, the bonnieft toaft in the town. With naithing, but draw in your ilool and fit down. And fporc with the widow, my laddie 2. H 3 t:v» ( '50 ) Then tUTer and killVr with coartefie dead, Tbo' ftark love and kindnefs be ail ye can plead ; Be hearcfome and 'airy, and hope to fucceed With a bonny gay widow, my laddie. S!rike iron while *cis her, if ye*d have it to wald. For fortane ay favours the adive and bauld. But ruins the wooer cbat*b thowlefs and cauld. Unfit for the widow, my laddie. rbe Highland Lajpe. TH £ lawland maids gang trig and fine. But aft they Ve four and unco fawcy ; Sae proud, they never can be kind Like my good humour'd highland laflie* O my bonnj, hnny bighUind laffie^ Af> hearty fmiling highland hffie^ May ne*ver care make thee lefs fair^ ' But bloom of youth fl'tll blefi my lajjie. Than ony lafs in borrows-town, Wha mak their cheeks with patches motie, rd tak my Katy but a gown. Bare-footed in her little coatie. O my bonny ^ &c. Beneath the brier or brecken bufli. Whene'er I kifs and court my dautie ; Happy and blych as ane wad wi(h, My flighteren heart gangs pictie-pattie. O my bonny y Sec. O'er higheft heathery hills Til ftenn With cockit gnn and ratches tenty, To drive the deer out of their den, To feaft my lafs on difhes dainty. O my bgnny, &C. There's (15' ) There's nane (hall dare by deed or word 'Gainft her to wag a tongue or finger. While I can wcild my trully fword. Or frae my fide whisk out a whinger* O my bonny ^ &C. The mountains clad with purple bloomy And berries ripe» invite my treafure To range with me ; let great fowk gloom, While wealth and pride confound their pleafure. O my bonny ^ bonny highland laffie^ My lovely fmiling highland laj/ie^ May nevir care make thee lefsfair^ But bloom of youth fill ble/s my lajjie. J o c K Y blytb and gay. BL Y T H Jocky young and gay. Is all my heart's delight ; He's all my talk by day. And all my dreams by night. If from the lad I be, 'Tis winter then with me ; But when he tarries here, 'Tis fummer all the year. When I and Jocky met Firft on the flow'ry dale. Right fweetly he me tret. And love was all his tale* You are the lafs, faid he. That ftaw my heart frae me ; O eafe me of my pain. And never (haw difdain. > Well can my Jock^ kyth His love and- courtefie. He made my heart full biyth When he ^d fpakc to me. H 4 ^v\ ( ( is^ ) His fuit I m denyM, He kifsM, and I comply'd : Sae Jocky promisM me, That jie wad faithful be. Vok glad Vlicn Jocly comes. Sad when Ike, gangs away ; •Tis night ^hen Jocky glooms. But when he fmiles *tis day* When our eyes meet, I pan^ I colour, figh and faint ; What lafs that wad be kind^ Can better tell her mind ? -Had away from me^ D o n a l d* OCome ftway, oonra away^ Come away wi' me. Jinny i Sic frowns I canna bear frae ano Whafe fmiles anes ravi(h*d me, Tk/Mpp : If youUl be kind, yoa*Il fiever findf That ought fall after mt, Jnuvf i For you're the miflris of my mind. Whatever yon think of me. Jinny* Firft when your fweets enflavM my heart. You feemM to favour me Jtnny % But now, alas ! you a£l a part That ipeaks unconftancy, Jinny. Unconflancy is fie a vice, 'Tis not befitting thee. Jinny \ It fuits not with your virtue nice To carry fae to me, Jent^. Her A N s w E a, OHad away, had away. Had away frae me, Donald \ Your heart is made o'er large for ane, It is not meet for me» Doiuild : our neart is maae o er large ror It is not meet for me» Doiuild Some ( '5? ) Some fickle miflris you may find Will jilt as fall as thee, DonalJi To ilka fwain ihe will prove kind. And nae lefs kind to thee, Donalds But Fve a heart that's naething fuch, •Tis BVd with honefty, Donald ; I'll ne'er love money, I'll love much, I hate all levity, Donald, Therefore nae mair, with art, pretend Your heart is chain'd to mine, Donald \ For words of falfliood I'll defend, A roving love like- thine, Donald. Firft when you courted, I muft own I frankly favour'd you, Donald \ Apparent worth and fair renown, Made me believe y.ou true, Donalds Ilk virtue then feem'd to adorn The man efteem'd by me, Donald^ But now, the mask fallen afF, I fcom To ware a thought on thee, Donalds And now, for ever, had away. Had away from me, Donald ; €jae feek a heart that's like your ain. And come nae mair to me, Donald t For I'll relerve my fell for ane. For ane that's liker me, Donald^ If fie a ane I canna find, l*n ne'er loo man, nor thee, Donald, DONALD. Then Tm thy man, and falfe report Has only tald a lie, Jeunjf ; To try thy truth, andT make us fport,. The tale was rais'd by me, Jim^^ JENNY. When this ye prove,^ and ftill can love. Then come away to me, Donald; Tm well content, ne'er to repent Tliai i have fmil'd on thee, Donalds QL Hi fodlm ( 154 ) T^odlen butt^ and todlen ben. WHEN Tve a faxpence under my thumb. Then Til get credit in ilka town : But ay when Pm poor they bid me gang by ; O ! poverty parts good company. , Todlen hame^ toMen hamct Cottdna my ioo've come todlen hame. Fair fa* the goodwife, and fend her good fale. She gi^es us white bannocks to drink her ale. Syne if that her tippony chance to be fma*. We'll tak a good fcour o'r, and ca't awa'. Todlen hame, todlen hame, . As round as a neef come todlen hame. My kimmer and I lay down to fleep, Aifd twa pint-floups at our bed*s feet ; And ay when we waken*d, we drank them dry : What think yc of my wee kimmer and I ? Todlen buttf and todlen ben. Sue round as my loo*ve comes todlen bame. Leez me on liquor, my todlen dow, Ye're ay fae good humourM when wceting your mou ; When iober Tlc four, y9^\ fight with a flee. That 'tis a biyih fighctfil the bairns and me, IVhen todlen han:e, todlen hame^ When round as a neep ye come todlen bamt, Z. T'be auld Man's, beft Argument. To the Tune of, WiJonAf, are ye waivJtin^ OWha's that at my chamber door ? ** Fair widow, are yc wawking i** Auld carle, your fuit give o'er. Your love lyes a' in uwking. Gi*c ( ^55) GVe me the lad that's young and tight. Sweet like an Jpri/ meadow ; *Tis iic as he can blefs the fight. And bofom of a widow. " O widow, wilt thou let me in, , ** I*m pawky, wife and thrifty, *' And come of a right gentle kin ; ** I'm little mair than fifty." Daft carle, dit your mouth, • What iignifies how pawky. Or gentle born ye be, bot youth. In love you're but a gawky. " Then, widow, let thefe guineas fpeak^ ** That powerfully plead clinkan, " And if they fail my mouth I'll fteek, '' And nae mair love will think on.'* Thefe court indeed, I maun confefs, ^ I think they make you young, Sir, And ten times better can exprefs Affedtion, than your tongue. Sir* The peremptot Lover. To the Tune of, John Anderfon, my Ja* 9^ I ^IS not your beauty, nor your wit, X That can my heart obtain ; For they cou'd never conquer yet. Either my bread or brain : For if you'll not prcve kind to me. And true as heretofore, Hencttforth I'll fcorn your flave to be. Or doat upon you more. Think not my fancy to o'ercome. By proving thus unkind ; No fmoothed fight, nor fmiling frown,. ^-Can faiisfy my mind, H 6 ^\^:i ( I5« ) Pray let PJatomeh play fuch pranks^ Sach follies I deride ; For love, at lead, I will have thanks. And fomething elfc befide. Then open-hearted be with me. As I (hall be with you, And let our adlions be as free. As vertue will allow. If you'll prove loving, 1*11 prove kind. If true, ril conftant be ; If fortune chance to chaage your mind, I'll turn aflban as you. Since our affeAlons well ye know. In equal terms do (land, *Ti8 in your power to love or no^ " Miners likewife in my hand. Difpence with your aofterity, Unconftancy abhor, Or, bjl^reat CupitTs deity, ril never Jove you more* Q^ What's that to you. To the Tune of, 7b t glancing of. htr Jfron», MY Jiany and I havcLtoird The iivc-lang fimmer day, *Till we almoA were fpoiled At making of the hay : Her kurchy was of holland clear> Ty'd on her bonny brow, I whifpered fomething in her ear ; But what^s that to you ? Her dockings were of Kerfy green, As tight as ony filk : ..■ O iic a leg \vas never fcen', Her ikia was whue as mitt: i Her hair was black as ane coa*d wiflv And (^tct^ fweet was her mou^ Oh f Jeany daincylie can kifs i But whafs that to you ^ The rofe and lilly baich combine. To make my Jeany fair, There is nae bennifon like mine, I have amaid naje care ; Only I fear my Jeanfs face. May caufe mae men to rew. And that may gar me fay, alas f But what's chat to you ? Conceal thy beauties, if thou can Hide that fweet face of thine> That I may only be the man Enjoys thefe looks dirine. O do not proflitute, my dear. Wonders to common view, And I with faithfbl heart fhall fwear^ For ever to be true» King Solomon had wives enew> And mony a concubine ; But I enjoy a blefs mair true, His joys were fhort of mine ; And Jeany^z happier than they^ She feldom wants her due, All debts of love to her I pay. And what's that to you ? ^ SONG. To the abfent Florinda. To the Tunc of , ^etn of Sheba'i March. COME, Florinda^ lovely charmer. Come and fix this wavVing heart y Let thofe eyes my foul rekindle, £'er I feel ibme foreign dait. Com^ '/- ( 158 ) Come, and whli tbv fmiles fecure me. If this heart be worth thy care, Favour'd by my dear FlorinJa, m be true, as (he is fair. Thoufand beauties trip around me. And my yielding breafl afTail ; Come and take me to thy bofom, Ere my conilant paflion fail. Come, and like the raoiant morning. On my foul ferenely (bine. Then thofe glimmering ftars (hall vani(h» Loft in fplendor more divine. ' Long this heart has been thy vidlim. Long has felt the pleafing pain, Come, and with an equal paflion Make it ever thine remain. Then, my charmer, I can promife. If opr fouls in love agree. None in all the upper dwellings Shall be happier than we» ji Bacchanal SONG. To the Tune of, jfuU Sir Symon the King% COME here's to the nymph that I love ! Away yc vain forrows, away : Far, far from my forrows be gone. All there (hdll be pleafant and gay. Far hence be the fad and the pcnfive. Come fill up the glaiTes around, WeMi diink till our facej» be ruddy, And all our vaiu forrows are drownM. •Tis done, and my fancy's exulting, With every g.y blooming defire, My blood with brisk ardour is glowinfiv Soft pleafure& my bofom infpire* , ( 159 ) My foul now to love is difTolving, Oh fate ! had I here my fair charmer, IM clafp her, I'd clafp her fo eager, ^ Of all her difdain rd difarm her. But hold, what has love to do here With his troops of vain cares in aray f Avaunt idle penfive intruder, — — He triumphs, he will not away. I'll drown him, come give me a bumper ; Young Cupidf here's to thy confufion. ■ Now, now he*s departing, he's vanquifh'd, Mieu to his anxious delu(ion. Come, jolly God Bacchus, here's to thee ; Huzza boys, huzza boys, huzza. Sing 16, fmg 16 to Bacchus Hence all ye dull thinkers, withdraw. Come, what fhould we do but be jovia!» Come tune up your voices and fing ; What foul is fo dull to be heavy. When wine fets our fancies on wing* Come, Pegafus lies in this bottle, He'll mount us, he'll mount us on high» Each of us a gallant young Perfeu^, Sublime we'll afcend to the sky. Come mount, or adieu, I arife. In feas of wide aetber I'm drown'd. The clouds far beneath me are failing. I fee the fpheres whirling around. What darknefs, what rattling, is this. Thro' Chaos* dark regions I'm hurrd, And now, —oh my head it is knockt Upon fome confounded new world. Now, now thefe dark fhades are retiring. See yonder bright blazes a l!ar. Where am 1 ? — behold the Empyreum, With flaming light IbcamiBg from far. I; W, Q^ Te Mrs. A. C. A SONG. To the Tune of. All in the Dovins. WHEN beauty blazes heavenly bright. The mufe can no more ceafe xo fing. Than can the lark with rifing light. Her notes negleA with drooping wing. The morning fliines, harmonious birds mount hy : The dawning beauty Tmiles, and poets fly. Young Atmie'% buddi;ig graces claim Th* infpired thought, and fofcefl lays; And kindle in the breaft a fiame, Which mull be vented in her praife. Tell as, ye gentle (hepherds, have you feen £*er one fo like an angel tread the green } Ye youth, be watchful of your hearts ; When (he appears, take the alarm : Love on her beauty points his darts. And wings an arrow from each charm. Around her eyes and fmiles the graces fport, Apd to her fno^^y neck and breaft refort. But vain mu(l every caution prove ; When fuch'inchanting fweetnefs (bines. The wounded Twain muft yield to love. And wonder, tho* the hopelefs pines. Such flames the foppipi butterfly (hou*d fhuo | The eagle's only fit to view the fun* She*5 as the opening lilly fair ; Her lovely features are compleat f Whilfl heaven indulgent makes her (hare With angels all that's wife and fweet* Thefe virtues which divinely deck her mind, Exalt each other of th* lAfeiior kind. Whether -<;. ( i6i ) Whether (he love the rural (cents, Or fparkle in the airy town, O f happy he her favour gains, • Unhappy ! if (he on him frowm. The mufe unwilling quits the lovely theihe, Adieu (he fings, and thrice repeats her name. »————— I ■ II ■ I I ■ III — — — — ji Paftoral Song. To the Tune oU -^y Apron^ Dearf. Jamie. H I L £ our flocks are a feedings w And we're void of care^ Come, Sandy, let's tune To praife of the fair : For, infpir'd by my ^0/?/, I'll iing in fuch lays, That Pan^ were he judge; Mull allow me the bays. S A N D r« While under this hawthora We ly at our eafe. By a mudcal dream, And refre(h*d by the brees&e Of a zephyr fo gentle. Yes, Jamie, Y\\ try For to match you and Sufiif Dear KatU and I. Jamib. Oh f my Sufii fo lovely, She*s without compare. She's fo comely, fo good. And fo charmingly fair : Sure, the Gods were at paiot To make fo compleat A nymph, that for love TJicre wai ne'er one fo meet. Sk 'H !>'«, ( l62 ) S A N D T* Oh my Katie*s fo bright, She*s fo witty and gay ; Love, join*d with the graces. Around her looks play. In her. mean fhe's fo graceful. In her humour fo free : Sure the Gods never fram'd A maid fairer than (he. Jamie. Had my Sufie been there, When tbe>^^^WdecIar*d For the lady of Lemnos^ She had loft his regard : And, overcome by a prefence More beauteoufly bright, He had own^d her undone. As the darkneis by light. Sandy. Not fair Helen of Greect^ Nor all the whole train. Either of real beauties. Or thofe poets feign, Cou*d be matched with my KatU^ Whofc every fwcet charm, May conquer bell judges, - And coldeft hearts warm. Jamie. Neither riches nor honour. Or any thing great. Do I ask of the Gods ; But that this be my fate. That my Sufte to all My kind wifhes comply : For with her wou'd I live. And with her I wou*d die. Sa N DT« ( i63 ) Sandy. If the fates give mc Katie^ And her 1 enjoy, I have all my defires ; Nought can me annoy : For my charmer has tv^ry Delight in fuch (lore. She'll make me more happy Than fwain e'er before. Love 'Willjind out the way. OV E R the mountains. And over the wavps. Over the fountains. And under the graves ; Over the floods that are deep6(ly Which dc^ Neptune obey ; . Over rocks that are (leepeft. Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glow-worm to ly : Where there is no fpace For receipt of a fly ; Where the midge dares not venture. Left herfelf faft fhe lay t But if love come, he will enter. And foon find out his way. You may efteem him A child in his force ; Or you may deem him A coward, which is worfe : But if (he, whom love doth honour. Be conceal'd from the day. Set a thoufand guards upon her. Love will find out the way. Some think to lofe him. Which is too unkind ; And Tome do fuppofe him^ Poor thing, to be blind : But if ne*er fo clofe ye wall him^ Do the bed that ye may. Blind love, if fo ye call him. He will find oat the way.. You may train the eade To ftoop to ytwr M ; Or you may inveigle The phoMix of the ead t The lione(s» ye may move her To give o*er her prey : But you'll never (lop a Iover> He will find out his way. ^m SONG. To the Tune of, Through the wood laddie^ AS early I walk'd, on the firft of fweet Maj^ Beneath a fleep mountain^ Befide a clear fountain, I heard a grave lute foft mclodf play, Whilil the Echo refounded (he doloroui lay. * * I liAen'd and lookM, and fpyM a young fwaio^ With afpedl diftrcfled. And fpirits oppreffed, * . SeemM clearing afrcfti, like the sky after rain. And thus he ducovered how he ftrave with his pain» Tho' El'tfa be coy, why fliouki I repine. That a maid much above me, Vouchfafes not to love me } In her high fphere of worth I never could (bine t Then why fhould I feek t9 debafc'her to mine ? . . No ( 1^5 ) No : henceforth elleem (hall govern my defire. And, in due fubjedton. Retain warm affedipa i To fhew that felf-love inflames aot my fire. And that no other Twain c^ mor« humbly admire* When paflion (hall cea(e to rage in my breaft. Then quiet returning, Shall hudi my fad mourning ; And, lord of my felf in abfolute red, 1*11 hug the condition which heaven (hall think bed* Thus friend(hip unmixt, and wholly refin^d^ May dill be refpe^ed, Tho' love is rejected : Elifa (hall own, tho* to love not indinM, That (he ne'er had a friend like her lover refign'd. May the fortunate youth who hereafter (hall woO With profpVous eadeavpuj. And gain her dear favour, Know, as well as I, what t* BUfa is due. Be much more deferving, but never lefs true. Whilft J, difengag'd from all amorous cares. Sweet liberty tafting, On calmed peace feading. Employing my reafon to dry up my tears. In hopes of heaven's blifles Til fpend my few years. Ye powers that predde p*er virtuous love. Come aid me with patience. To bear my vexations ; With equal defire^ my flattering heart move. With fentiments pured my notions improve. If love in his fetters e'er catch me again. May courage protect me. And prudence dire£l me : Prepared for all fates, cem^bring the fwaio^ Who erew happily wife/ after loving in vain. ( 166) Rob's Jock. A very auld Ballat. RO B*s Jock game to woo our Jenny, On ae feaH day when we were fou ; bhe brankit faft and made her bonny, \ And faid, Jockt come ye here to woo ? She burnift her baith bread and brou. And made her cleer as ony clock : Then fpak her dame, and faid, I trou Ye come to woo our Jenny^ Jock. Jock faid, Forfuith, I yern fu' fain To luk my head, and fit down by you : Then fpak her minny, and faid again. My bairn has tocher enough to gie you. ' Tehie f qo Jtnny, kick, kick, I lee you: Minny, yon man makes but a mock. Deil h'ae the Hers — fu leis me o' you, I come to woo your Jenny^ qo Jock* My bairn has tocher of her awin : A eufe, a gryce, a cock and hen, A dirk, a fiaig, an acre fawin. A bakbread and a bannock-ftane ; A pig, a pot, and a kirn there- ben, A Kame but and a kaming-dock ; With coagt and lu^ies nine or ten r Come ye to woo our Jenny, Jock ? A wecht, a peet-creel and a cradle, »- A pair of clips, a graip, a flail. An ark, an ambry, and a ladle, A milfie, and a fowen-pale, A roudy whittle to flieer the kail. And a timber-mell the bear to knock, Twa fhelfs made of an auld fir-dale : Come yc to wbo our Jenny, Jock ? A furm, a furlet and a peck, A rock, a reel, and a wheel- band, ' A tub, a barrow, and a feck, A /purtil-braid, and an elwand. Tkcn ( i67 ) Then Jock took Jenny be the hand. And cry'd, a feaft ! and flew a cock. And made a bridal upo* land. Now I have got your yenny^ qo Jocki:' Now dame, I have your dochter.marriM^ And tho* ye mak it ne'er fae tough, I let you wit (he*s nae mifcarried. Its well kend I have gear enough : Ane auld eawM gloyd fell owre a heagh, A fpade, a (peet, a fpur, a fock ; Withouten owfen I have a pleugh : May that no fer your Jenny, qo Jock F A treen truncher, a ram*horn fpoon, Twa buita of barkit blaiint leather, A graith that ganei to coble flioon. And a thrawcruik to twyne a teather, Twa croks that moup amang the heather, A pair of branks, and a fetter lock, A teugh purfe made of a fwine*s blather. To had your tocher, Jent^^ qo Jock» Good elding for our winter fire, A cod of caff* wad fill a cradle, A rake of iron to clat the bire, A deuk about the dubs to paddle. The papncl of an auld led-fadle. And Roi my ecmhetcht me a flock, Tw l0ftji^i|B^ lick a ladle. I May thir TO gaift your Jennj^, qo Jock. A pair of hames and brechom fine*. And without bitts a bridle- renzie, A fark made of the linkome twine, A gay green cloke that will not flenzie ; • Majr yet in ftore— — I needna fisnzie, Five hundred flaes, a fendy flock ; And are not thae a wakrife menzie. To sae to bed with Jenny asd Jock? ( i68 ) Tak thir for my part of the feaft. It is well knawin I am well bodin : Ye need not fay my part is leaft, Wer they as meikle as theyV lodin. The wife fpeerd gin the kail was fodio, When we have done, tak hame the brok i The roft was teugh as raploch hodln. With which they feaUed Jenny and Jock Z. A S O N G. To the Tunc of, J Rod and a wet pickle Tow. I Have a green purfe and a wee pickle gowd, A bonny piece land, and planting on't, It fattens my flocks, and my bairns it has ftow'd i But the bcft thing of a's yet wanting on*t : To grace it, and trace it, Amfgie me delight ; To bleis mtit a.Dd kiis nie. And comfort my fight, With beauty by day, and kindnefs by night. And nae mair my lain gang fauntring on*t. « My Chrijly (he's charming and good as fhe*B fair i Her een and her mouth are inchanting («iBet» She (miles me on fire, her frowns gii I love while my heart gaes pantin Thou £Eiire(l, and deareft. Delight of my mind, * Whofe gracious embraces By heaven were defign*d For happieft tranfports, and blifles refined, Nae langer delay thy granting fweet. For thee, bonny Chrifty^ my ibepherds and byndt. Shall carefully. make the years dainties thine : Thus freed frae laig|i care» while love fillt our miadSf 6iur days iball with pleafure and plenty ihine. Thca iaoaDfl| iweei {i^jproair : ( 1% ) Then hear me, and chear me With fmiling confent. Believe me, and give rae No caufe to lament, Since I ne'er can be happy, till tliou fay, Vontenr^ Fm pleas' d luitb my Jamie, and hejhall be mine. A SONG. To its am Tune. L T H OM be but a country lafs. Yet a lofty mind I bear -• O, And think my fell as good as thofe That rich apparel wear — O. Altho' my gown be hanre-fpan grey. My skin it is as faft — O, As them that fatin weeds do wear. And carry their heads aloft — ^ O, What tho' I keep my father's fheep. The thing that muft be done — ^ O, With garlands of the fined flowers. To fhade me frae the fun — O. When they are feeding pleafantly. Where grafs and flowers do fpring -*- O, Then on a flowry bank at noon, I fet mq down and fing — O. Vy .P^ify P%y> cork'd with fage, ' CAitaiil^ tny drink but thin -* O, No wines do e'er my brains enrage. Or tempt my jnind to fin ~ O, My country curds, and wooden fpoon, I think them unco fine — 0# And on a flowry bank at .noon, I fet me down and dine — O. / Altho' my parents cannot raife Great bags of fhining gold — O, Like them wha^ daughters, now-a-days. Like fwine are bought and fold — O > . C J70 ) Yet my fair body it (hall keep An honeft heart within — O ; And for twice fifty thoufand crowns^ 1 value not a prin — O. I ofe nae gums upon my hair, Nor chains about my neck — O, Nor fhining rings upon my hands, . My fingers ftraight to deck — O ; But for that lad to me fhall fa% And I have grace to wed — O, I'll keep a jewel worth them a\ I mean my maidenhead -^ O. If canny fortune give to me The man I dearly love — O, Tho' we want gear, I dinna care, My hands I can improve •*— O, Expelling for a biefling flill Defcending from above ^ O. Then we'll embrace, and fweetly kifs. Repealing tales of love — O. ff^afyy waly, gin Love be bonny. OWaly, waly up the bank. And waly, waly down the brae, And waly, waly yon burn-fide, Where I and my love wont to gae, I lean'd my back unto an aik, .^* * I thought it wai a trufty tree, ' ♦, • But firll it bow'd, and fyne it brak, Sae my true love did lightly me. O waly, waly, but love the bonny, * A little time while it is new. But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld, And fades away like the morning dtw, O wherefore ihouM I busk my head ? Or wherefore fliou'd I kame my hair ? For my true love has me forfook. And fays he*ll never love me mairl Now ( «7> ) Now Arthur 'Seat (hall be my bed. The fheets fhall ne'er be fyl'd by me, S^iiiii Anton s well (hall be my drink. Since my true love has forfaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw. And (hake the green leaves ofF the tree ? O gentle death, when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am weary. 'Tis not the froft that freezes fell. Nor blawing fnaw's inclemency ; *Tis not iic cauld that makes me cry, But my love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Gla/goiv town. We were a comely fight to fee ; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I my fell in cramade. • But had I will before I kifs'd, That love had been fae ill to win, I'd lock"d my heart in a cafe of gold. And pin'd it with a (ilver pin. Oh, oh I if my young babe were born. And fet upon the nurfe's knee, And I my fell were dead and gaue. For a maid again I'll never be. Z. l^he Loving Lafs and Spinning-ivbeeL As r fat at my fpinriing-wheel, A bonny lad was paifing by : 1 view'd him round, and lik*d him weel. For crouih he had a glancing eye. My heart new panting, 'gan to feel, JBut Hill I turn'tl my fpinning-wheel. With looks all kindnefs he drew near* And ihll mair lovely did appear ; 1 I Kt.^ ( 172 ) And round about my (lender wade He clafpM his -arms, and me embracM : To kifs 'my hand, fyne down did kneel. As I fat at my fpinning-wheel. My milk-white hands he did extol, And prais*d my fingers )ang and frnaRy .And faid, there was nae lady fair That ever cou'd with me compare. Thefe words into my heart did fleel^ But dill I turnM my fpinning-wheel. Altho' I fcemingly did chide. Yet he wad never be deny 'd, But iiill declared his love the mair. Until my heart was wounded fair : That I my love cou'd fcarce conceal. Yet flill 1 turn'd my fpinning-wheeL My hanks of yarn, my rock and reel. My winnels and any fpinning wheel ; He bid me leave them all with fpeed. And gang with him to yonder mead : My yielding heart flrange flames did feel. Yet Hill I turn'd.my fpinning-wheel. About my neck his arm he laid. And whifper^d, Rife my bonny maid^ And with me to yon hay -cock go, 1*11 teach thee better wark to do. Jn trouth I looM the motion weel. And loot alane my fpinning-wheel. Aroang the pleafant cocks of hay. Then with my bonny lad I layi What lafTie, young and faft as J, Cou'd fic a hand(bm« lad deny i 'i hefe pleafures I cannot leveal, Thiii far furpaft the fpinning- wheeL On ( 173 ) On the Marriage of the R. H. Lord G— and Lady K — C— . A S O N G. To the Tune of. The Highland Laddie* Brigan-tius. NO W all thy virgin fwcets are mine^ And all the (hining chsM'ms that grace thee } My fair MtlMa, come recline Upon my bread, while I embrace thee. And tell without diilembling art, My happy raptures in thy bofom : Thus will 1 plant within thy heart, A love that ihall for ever bloflbm- Chorus* O the happy, happy, brave and bonny, Sure the Gods well pleaiM behold ye |. Their work admire, fo great, fo fair^ And well in all your joys uphold ye. M B L I N I> A* No more I bluQr, now that I*m thlne^ To own my love in tranfport tender|. Since that fo brave a man is mine,.. To my Brigantlus I furrender. By facred ties I*m now to move As thy exalted thoughts dire^l me ; And while my fmiles engage thy love. Thy manly greatnefs fhail pro ted me. C H R US. O the happy, ^c, 6rigantiu8« Soft fall thy words, like morning dew. New life on blowing flowers bellowing ; Thus kindly yielding makes me bow To heaven, with grateful fpirit gjiowitv^^ I 3 ( 174 ) My honour, courage, wealth and wit. Thou dear delight, my chiefell treafure. Shall be imployed as thou thinks fit. As agents for our love and pleaiure. Chorus. O the happy, U^c, M E L I N D A« With my Brigantius I could 'live In lonely cotts, befide a mountain, .And nature^s eafy wants relieve With fhepherds fare, and quaf the fountain. What pleafcs thee, the rural grove, Or congrefs of the fair and witty. Shall give me pleafure with thy love, In plains retired or fecial city. Chorus. O the happy, Wr. Br igantiu$. How fweetly csusft ihoucharm my foul^ O lovely fum of my defires ! Thy beauties all my cares controu]. Thy virtue all that's good infpires. Tune every infirument of found. Which all thy mind divinely raifes, Till every height and dale rebounds, fioih loud and fweet, my darling*s praifes. Chorus. O the happy, ^c, M E L I N D A. Thy love gives me the brighteil (hiae^ My happinefs is now completed. Since all that's generous, great and fine. In my Brigantiui is united ; For which TU ftudy thy delight. With kindly tale the time beguiling. And round the change of day and night. Fix throughout li^ a conftant fmiling. Chorus, ^ O chc happy) ^c. S;0 N G. ( m ) SONG. To the Tune of, Woes my heart that nmejhouldfundir, AD I E U ye pleafant fports and plnys, Farewel each fong that was diverting ; Love tunes my pipe to mournful lays, 1 fing of Delia and Damonh parting. Long had he lov'd, and long concealM The dear tormenting pleafant pafliODy. Till Delia'* b mildnefs had prevaiPd On him to fhew his inclination. Juft as the fiir one feem'd to give A patient ear to his love ftory, Damon mufl his Delia leave. To go in q^ueft of toilfome glory. Half-fpoken words hung on his tongue^ Their eyes refusM the ufual meeting ; And fighs fuppIyM their wonted fong, Thefe charming fouls were changed to weeping. Dear idol of my foul, adiea : Ceafe to lament, but ne'er to love me. While Damon lives, he lives for you, No other charms (hall ever move me. Alas ! who knows, when parted far From Delia^ but you may deceive her ? The thought deftroys my heart with care» Adieu, my dear, I fear for ever. If ever I forget my vows. May then my guardian-angel leave me : And more to aggravate my woes. Be you io good as to forgive me. H^ I 4 • OVr ( 176 ) O'er the hilh and far away^ J OCKr met with yenny fair. Aft be the d awing of the day ; But y^cfy now is fu' of care, Since yenny (law his heart away : Altho^ fhe promisM to be true. She proven has alake f unkind ;. Which gars poor yjociv often rue. That he e*er looM a fickle mind. And //J o^er the hills and far aijuay. Its o'er the hills and far a*way^ Its 6*er the hills and far aivay^ 7he *wind has blaiun my plaid a^way*^ Now yochf was a bonny lad. As e*er was born in Scotland fair ; But now, poor man, he-s e*en gane wood^ Since yenny has gart him defpair. Young yocky was a piper's fon. And ml in love when he was yoang ; But a* the fprings that he cott*d play> Was oVr the hills and far anvay. And its 9*er the hills, &c. He fung •— -» when firft my yennfi fact f faw, ibe feemM fae fu' of grace. With meikle joy my heart was fiU*d, Thai's now alas ! with forrow kill'd. Oh \ was fhe bui as true as fair, *^ Twad put an end to my defpair. InHead of that (he is unkind, And wavers like the winter wind. And its o'er the bills. Sec, Ah I cou'd fhe find the difmal wae^ That for her fake I undergae, She cou'J nae chufe but grant relief, y^nd put an end to a' my grief: Au ( »77 ) But oh ? fhe is as faufe as fair, Which caufes a' my fighs and care ; But (he triumphs in proud difdain^ And takes a pleafure ip my pain. And /// o^er the hills. Sec. Hard was my hap» to fa^ in love With ane that does fae faithlefs prove. Hard was my fate to court a maid. That has my conftant heart betray'd. A thoufand times to me ihe fware. She wad be true for evermair ; But, to my grief, alake, 1 fay. She (law my heart and ran away. • And lis o'er the hills. See. I \ Since that (he will nae pity take,. I maun gae wander for her fake. And, in ilk wood amd gloomy grove^, 1*11 (ighing ting. Adieu to love. Since (he is faufe whom I adore; ril never truft a woman more ; Frac a' their charms Pll flee away,\ And on my pipe 1*11 fweetly play, . O^er hills and da lee. and far a*waj^^ Out o*er the hills and far annay. Out o'er the hills and far a^vay, ( The nvind has hlwwn my plaid a^way* Z. J:BNNY Nettles, SA W ye Jenny Nettles, ' Jenwf Nettles, Jenny IMtles,. Saw ye Jenny Nettles, Coming frae the market ; Bag and baggage on her back, Her fee and bountith in her lap ; Bag and baggage on her back, , Anda babie in her oxter.*. - I 5, ' Y««\ ( 178 ) I met ayont the kaimy, Jenny Nettles^ Jf^V ^tttles^ Singing till her b^^irny, Robin Rattles's baftard ; To flee the dool upo' the ftooJ, And ilka ane that mocks her. She round about feeks Roiin out» To dap it ip his oxter. Fy^ fy I Rohin RattU, Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle ; Fy, iy ! Robin Rattle, Ufe Jenny Nettles kindly : Score out the. blame, and fhun the fhame. And without mair debate o't. Take hame your wain, make Jenny fain The ieel and leefome gate o'c. J o CK y' s fou and J e n n y* ^ fain. JOCArrfou, Jenny hm, Jenny was nae ill to gain, bhe was couthy, he was kind, And thus the wooer tellM his mind. Jenny^ Y\\ nae mair be nice, Gi'e me love at ony price ; I winna prig for red or whyt. Love alane can gi'e delyt. Others feek they kenna what. In looks, in carriage, and a* that ; Give me love, for her I court : Love in love makes a' the fport. # Colours mingl'd unco fine. Common motives lang finfyne. Never can engage my \owe^ Until my fancy hid approve. It r r75f ) It is na meat but appetite That makes our eating a delyt ; Beauty is at beft deceit ; Fancy only kens nae cheat. Q^ ^ Leader Haugths and Yarrow. WHEN Phasbus bright, the azure skies With golden rays enlightneth, He makes all nature's beauties rife. Herbs, trees and flowers he quickneth : Amongft all thofe he makes his choice, And with delight goes thorow. With radiant beams and fiiver (Ireams^ Are LeQder Haughs and Tarronju, When Juries the day and night In equal length divideth, Auld frofty Saturn takes his flight, Nae langer he abideth : Then Flora queen, with mantle green,. Cafts aff her former forrow, And vows to dwell with Ceres fell In Leader Haughs and Tar row. Pan playifig on his aiten reed. And (hepherds him attending, Do here refort their flocks to feed, The hills and haughs commending;: With cur and kent upon the bent, Sing to the fun. Good morrow, And fvvear nae fields mair pleafures yield. Than Leader Haughs and Tarrorc^* An houfe there ftands on Leader fide, Surmounting my defciiving, With rooms fae rtre, and witidows fair. Like Dedalus" contriving : 1 6 Men ( iSbr ^ Men pafling bjr, do aften cry. In fooih it hath nae marrow ; It Hands as fweet on Leader fide,. Aa^ Nevjark docs on TarroiVn A mile below wha lids to ride, I'heyMl hear the mavis iinging. ; Into St. Leonard^ banks flie'llbide, Sweet birk^ her head o'er hinging : The lintwhite loud, and progne proud,. With tuneful throats and narrow. Into St. Leonard's banks they fing. As fweetly as in Tarro'w* The lapwing lilteih o'er the lee. With nimble wing.fhe fporteth^ But vows llie'll flee far frae the tree When Philomel reforteth : By break of day, the lark can fay, ril bid you a good morrow, ril llrcck my wing, and mounting fing, O'er Leader Hattghs and Tarroiv, Parkf Wantan-^a'wSf.2Mdi Wooden-cleugh^ The eaft andwellern Mainfes^ The wood of Lauder'* % fair enough, The corns are good in Blainjkes, Where aits are fine,, and fald be kind, That if ye fearch alf thorow IMe^rnt, Bu(han, Mar, nanebetter are 'I han Leader Haughs and l^/arrtfot;. In Burn Mill'b^g and Wh'ttejladt (hawsi The fearful Hare fhe haunteth, BrlghGugh and Bratdixioodfisell ^ knaws,. And C/&<5f^^/-at'fltfi/freauenteth : Yet when flic irks, to Kaidjly birks She rins and fighs for forrovtr, • That flie fliou'd leave fweet Leader Haugh, And cannot wiQ to Tarr^^. 4 What ( i8i ) What fwcetcr muficlc wad ye hear. Than hounds and beigles crying ^ The ilarced hare rins hard wich.fear^ Upon her fpeed relying. But yet her flrength, it faib at lengthy. Nae bielding can (he borrow * hi Sorrers field, Cleckmanox Hag*s,, And fighs to be in Tarronv, For RockwooJ, Ringnjuoodt Sfoty, Shag,. With fight and fcent parfue her^ Till ah ! her pith begins to flag, Nae cunning can refcue her. O'er dub and dyke, o'er feugh and, Tyke,. She*]l rin the fields all thorow, *Till fail'd fhe fa's in Leader Haugbs, And bids farewell to Tarroiv. Sing Erjlington and Coijudenknonvs^ Where Homes had anes commanding ;. And Drygrange with'thy milk-white ews, 'Twixt T<weed and Leader (landing : The bird that flees through Reedpath trees,. And Gled/iAjood banks ilk morrow,' May chant and fmg> Sweet Leader Uaughs,, And bonny howms of Turrow, But mindrel Burn cannot aiTwagie H«s griefy while life endureth^ To fee the changes o£ this age. That fleeting time procureth ; JFor mony a place (lands in hard cafe, . Where blyth fowk kend nae forrow^ • With Homes that dwelt on Leader fide. And Scots that dwelt on Tarrow. For the Sake of Somebody. FO R the fake of fomebody. For the- fake of fomebody I couM wake a winter-nighr^ . For the fake of fomebody : L^Ok. ( i82 ) I am gawn to feek a wife, I am gawn to buy a plaidy ; I have three (lane of woo, Carling, is thy daghter ready ? For the Jake of fomehody, &c. Betty^ laffy, fay't thy fell, Tho' thy dame be ill to fhoo, Firft well buckle, then we'll tell. Let her flyte and fyne come too : What fignifies a mither*s gloom. When love in kiffes come in play ? ShouM we wither in our bloom, And in fimmer mak nae hay I For the fake, &c. She. Bonny lad, I carena by, Tho' I try my luck with thee. Since ye are content to tye The hafF-mark bridal band wi' me ;. ni flip hame and wa(h my feer. And Real on linnings fair and clean,. Syne at the try (ling place we'll meet. To do but what my dame has done. For the fake y &c. He. Now my lovely Betty gives Confent in fick a heartfome gate. It me frae a my care relieves, And doubts that garc me aft look blate ; Then let us gang and get the grace, For they that have an appetite Shou'd eat ;— :»nd lovers fhou'd embrace ; \{ thefe be faults, 'tis nature's wyte. For the fake y &c. Borland Jocky and Southland Jenny. A Southland Jenny that was right boony, ' Had for a fuitor a norland Jobny i (183 ) Put he was iican a bafhfu' wooer. That he coa*d fcarcely fpeak unto her». Till blinks of her beauty, and hopes o'her fiDer, Forc*d him at laft to tell his mind till her. My dear, quoth he, we'll nae langer tarry^ Gin ye can loo zney let^s o'er the inarch, and niarry.. She. Come, come away, then my norland laddie, Tho' we gang neatly, fome are mair gaudy ; And albeit I have neither gowd nor money. Come, and Til ware my beauty on thee He. Ye laffes of the fouth, ye*r a' for dreffing ; ^ . LafTes of the north, mind milking and threfhing f My minny wad be angry, and fae wad my dady, Shou'd I marry ane as dink as a lady. For I maun hae a wife that will rife in the morning,. Crudle a' the milk, at;d keep the houfe a fcaulding,. Toolie with her nibours, and learn at my minny, A norland Jocky maun hae a norland y^/r«y» . She. My father's only daughter and twenty thoufand pound, Shall never be bellow 'd on iic a filly clown ; For a*" that I faid was to try what was in ye. Gae hame, ye norland Jock^ and court your norland , The aiild yellow-hair^ d Laddie. 1"^HE yellow hair'd laddie fat down on yon brae, ; Cries, Milk the ews, lafFy, let nane of them gae ; And ay (he milked, and ay (he (ang, J he yello'w haird laddie Jhall be my goodman* And ay JJje milked^ Sec, * The weather is cauld, and my claithing is thin ; The ews are new clipped, they winna bught in : They winna bught in tho' I (hou'd die, O yeilow hair*d laddie, be kind to me,: y?ej4wima iug&f h, &c, . The ■/' Ik ( l«4 ) The goodwife cries baet the houfe, Jenny ^ come ben» The cheefe is to mak, and the butter's to kirn. Tho* butter, aod cheefe, and a* ihou*d four, 1*11 crack and kifs wi' my love ae haff hour f. It*s ae haflF hoar, and we*s e*en make it three. For the yellow hair*d laddie my husband fhali be. SONG. To the Tunc of. Booth's MinueU FAIR, fweet and young, receive a prize,, ReferWd for your viflorious eyes : From crowds whom at your feet you fee. Oh ! pity, and diilingaifh me. No graces can your form improve ;. fiat all are lofl unlefi you lOve : If that dear paffibn you difdain, Your charms and beauty are in vain. -X. Part of i7» Epilogue fiing after the a£fing of the Okphah 47»^ Gentle* Shepherd tn Taylors-hall, iy a Set of young Gentlemen^ January 22, 1729. Tune, BeflyBeU. TH US let us fludy night and day, To fit us for our ftation. That when we're men we parts may play Ate ufeful to our nation. For now's the time, when we are young, To ^x oar views on merits Water its buds, and make the tongue And adioDs fuic the fpirit* This all the fair and wife approve. We know it by your fmiling, And while we gain^refpedt and love«« C^r iladie« are not toilingi 9vichr» ( i85 ) ^ Sucii application gives delight. And in the end proves gainful, Tho* mony a dark and lifelefs weight May think it hard and painfaU Then never let us think our time And care» when thus employed'^ Are thrown away, but deem^t a crime. When youth's by floth deftroyed ; *Ti8 only adiive fouls can rife To fame and all that's fplendid. And favour in thefe conquering eyes, 'Gainft whom no heart's defended.. I'be Generous Gentleman. A S A n g« To the Tune of, 7be bonny Lafs ofBrankfomi. A S I came in bv Tfuiot-fide^ JLjL -^"^ ^7 t^c ^raes of Brankfom$^ There firft I faw ray bonny bride. Young, fmiling, fweet and handfom i Her skin was fafter than the down. And white as alabafter ; Her hair a (hining wavy brown ; In ftraightnefs naoe fiirpaft her; Life glow*d upon her lip and cheek,. Her clear eea were furprifing. And beautifully turn'd her neck. Her little breads juft rifing : i Nae filkeli hofc, with goolhets fine,. Or ihoon with glancing laces. On her fair leg» forbad to fliine. Well fhapcn native graces*. Ae little coat, and bodice \vhite,. Was fum of a' her daithing ; Even thefc o'er mickk j— mair dcly^e She'd givea ckd m naitbing :. ^!tt^ . i ( i86 ) She lean'd upon a flowry brae, By which a burny trotted ; On her I glowr'd my faul away. While on her fweeis I doated. A ihoufand beauties of defert Before had fcarce alarmed me, 'Till this dear aulefs llruck my heart. And bot defjgning, charm'd me. Hurry'd by love clofe to my bread, I grafp^d this fund of bliiles ; Wha fmird, and faid, Without a prieft» Sit, hope for nought but kifTes. I had nae heart to do her harm^. - And yet I coudna want her ; What ihe demanded, ilka charm Of her's pled, I fhou'd grant her. Since heaven had dealt to me a rowtb. Straight to the kirk I led her. There plighting her my faith and trowth. And a yoang lady made her. Tbe happy Clown. Ho W happy is the rural clown. Who, far remov'd from noife of town, Contemns the glory of a crown. And in bis fafe retreat. Is pleafed with his low degree. Is rich in decent poverty. From ftrife from care and bus nefs free. At once baith good and great ? No drums diflurb his morning fleep. He fears no danger of the deep, Nor noify law, nor courts ne*er heap Vexation on his mind : No , ( i87 ') No trumpets rouze him to th« war, No hopes can bribe, no threats can dare ; From flate intrigues he holds afar. And liveth uncOiifinM. Like thofe in golden ages born. He labours gently to adorn His fmall paternal fields of corn. And on their produd feeds : Each feafon of the wheeling year, Induftrious he improves with care ; And dill fome ripened fruits appear. So well his toil Aicceeds. Now by a CiWer ftream he lies, And angles with his. beats and flies. And next the iilvan (cene he ties. His fpirit to regal : Now from the rock or height he viewt . His fleecy flock, or teeming cows. Then tunes his reed, or tries his mofe. That waits ills honeft caU. Amidft his harmlefs eaiy joys. No care his peace of mind deftroys. Nor does he pafs his time in toys Beneath hii juft regard : He^s fond to feel the zephyr^s breez. To plant and fned his tender trees ; Aad for attending well his bees, £njoys the fweet reward. The flowry meads, and filent coves. The fcenes of faithful rural loves. And warbling birds 6n blooming groves, Afford a wifh'd- delight: ' But O I how pleafant is this life ? Bleft with a chad and virtuous wife. And children pratling, void of ftrife, Around his fire at night. VI \\.vx I ( i8« ) Willy was a njoanttmJVagi WILLT was a wanton wag. The blytheft hd that e*er I faw^ At bridals flill he bore the brag. And carried ay the gree awa ;- His doublet was of Zetland (hag. And wow ! but Willy he was braw. And at his fiiouder hang a tag. That pleas*d the lafles bed of a*. He was a man without a clag. His heart was frank without a flaw; And ay whatever Willy faid» It^as flill hadden as a law. His boots they were made of the jag. When he went to the weapon-ihaw. Upon the green nane durft him brag* The feind a ane amang them a*. And was not Willy well worth gpwd ?- He wan the love of great and ima* ;. For after he the bride had kifs'd. He kifsM the lafles hale-falf a*. Sae merrily round the ring they row*d» When be the hand he led them a% And fmack on fmack on them beftowM^. By virtue of a (landiog law. And was nae Wilh^ a ereat lown,. As fhyre a lick as eVr was feen F When he danc'd with the laiTcs round. The bridegroom fpeer*d where he had been*. Quoth Wilh^ I've been at the ring. With bobbing,.' faith, my (hanks are fair; Gae ca* your bride and maidens in. For Willy he dow do iiae mair. i Then reft ye , Witlu I'll gae out,. And for a wee fill up the ring^ But, (hame light on his fouple inoutt He wsintciWillft waatQii fling. Then ( 189 ) Then firaighe he to the bride did fare. Says, weirs me on your bonny face. With bobbing Willy*% fhanks are fair^ ^ And I am come to fill his pdace. Bridegroom, (he fays, you*ll fpoil the dance. And at,the ring you'll ay be lag, Unlcfs like fF4ily ye advance ; (O I Ifiily has a wanton leg) For we't he learns us a* to (leer. And formaft ay bears up the ring ; We will find nae fie dancing here. If we want Willys wanton ffing. W. WJ C L E L I a' J RefleSiions on herfelf for Jlighting Philander^j Love. To the Tune o^ The Gallant Shoe-maker^ YOUNG Philander woo'd me lang, fiut I was peevifii, and forbad him, 1 wadna tent his loving fang, But now I wifh, I wifh f had him : Ilk morning when I view my glafs, *Thcn I perceive my beauty going; And when the wririkles feize the face. Then we may bid adieu to wooing. My beauty, anes fo much admir*d« Ifind it fading &ft, and fiying; My cheeks, which coral like appeared. Grow pale, the broken blood decaying: Ah ! we may fee ourfelves to be # X>ike fummer fruit that is unfhaken. When ripe, they (bon fall down and die» And by corruption quickly taken. Ufe then your time ye virgins fair. Employ your day before *tis evil ; Fifteen is a feafon rare. Bat fii^ and twenty is the devil. >& \ ( 190 ) Jud when ripe, confent unco't^ Hug nae mair your lanely pillow ; Women are like other fruit. They lofe their relifh when too mellow. If opportunity be loft. You'll find it hard to be regained ; Which now I may tell to my coft, Tho* but my fell nane can be blamed : If then your fortune you rcfpe^. Take the occafion when it offers ; Nor a true lover's fuit negled, Left you be fcoff''d for being fcoffers. I, by his fond expreflions thought That in his love he'd ne'er prove changing ; But now» alas ! 'tis turn'd to nought, And, paft my hope, he's gane a ranging. DeaY maidens, then take my advice. And let na coyncfs prove your ruin ; For if ye be o'er foolifti nice. Your fuiters will give over wooing. Then maUem auld you nam'd will be. And in that fretfu' rank be number'^. As lang as life ; and when ye die, With leading apes be ever cumber'd : A puniftiment, and hated brand, With^which nane of us are contented ; Then be not wife behind the hand. That the miftake may be prevented. ■ _ ^^ J be young Ladies I'hanks to the Repenting" Virgin^ for her feafonable Advice. . O Virgin kind ! we canna tell How many many thanks we owe you, For pointing out to us fae well Thefe \cry rocks that did o'er throw you ; And C 191 ) And we your lefTjn fae (hall mind. That e'en tho' a' our kin had fwore it. E'er we (hall be an hour behind. We'll take a yeac or twa before it. We'll catch all winds blaw in our fails. And dill keep out our flag and pinnet ; If young Philander anes aflails To ftorm love's fort, then he (hall win it We may Indeed for modefty, Prefent our forces for refiftance ; But we (hall quickly lay them by. And contribute to his affi (lance. The Step Daughter's Relief. To the Tune of, The Kirk wad let me be. I Was anes a well toqher'd lafs. My mither left dollars to me ; But now I'm brought to a poor pafs. My flep dame has gart them flee. My father he's afcen frae hame. And (he plays the deel-with his gear; She neither has lateth nor (hame. And keeps the hale^houfe in a fleer. She's barmy-fac'd, thriftlefs and bauld. And gars me aft fret and repine ; While hungry, hafF-naked and cauld, I fee her deftroy what's mine : But foon I might hope a revenge. And foon of my forrows. be free. My poortith to plenty wad cjiange, U (he were hung up on a tree. Quoth RingaHt wha lang time had looM This bonny lafs tenderly, I'll take thee, fweet May^ in thy fnood, Gif thou wilt gae hame with me. > x\ \% (192) '•Tib only your fell that I want, Your kindnefs is better to me Than a* that your ftep-mother, fcant Of gracCy now has taken frae thee. Vm but a youag farmer, its true, And ye are the fprout of a laird ; But I have milk-cattle enow. And rowth of good rucks in my yard 5 Ye (hall have naithing to fafh ye. Sax fervants (hall jouk to thee : Then kilt up thy coats, my laffie. And gae thy ways hame with me. The maiden her reafon imploycd. Not thinking the offer amifs, Confented ; — while Riftgan o'erjoy'd, Receiv'd her with mony a kifs. And now (he (its blythly fingao, And joking (ler drimken fttfp-dame. Delighted with her dear Ringan^ That makes he^ good-wife at hame. J £ A N Y, wbencgi^s thou been. Jfouy, Jtatn^ whein|u thoi been ? Father and mother iaire feek|)g of thee^ Ye have been ranting* plt^iBg the Wanton, Keeping of 7ociy company. O Betty, rve been f hear phf mill clack^ Getting meal ground fir w^mmily^ Asfrw as it gade I iramg imat^ the fack^ For the miller has tahn Akmwterfrae mi. Ha ! Jeany^ Jtany^ there^s meal on voor back. The miller's a wanton billy« and flee, Tho' vidlual's come hame again hale, what-reck, I fear he has taken hii movTterat^ thee. Jnd ( 193 ) And 6etty» yej^nadyour iinnen to bleabt When that was done, nvbere cou'dyou bi It Ha ! la/s Ifa'w ye flip down tbe bedge, . And iJuantouWiWy was following tba* Ay JeaHf9 Jeam, ye gade to the kirk ; But when it skaird, where couM thoa be ? Ye came na hame till it was mirk, • They fay the kifliDg clerk came w' ye. O iilly laffie, what will thou do ? If thou grow great, they'll heez thee hie. Look to your fell^ if ]oK^'pro'ue true : Tbe clerk frae credits *will keep me free* Qm^ SONG. To the Tune of. Loft time 1 came o^er tbe moor* YE blythefi lads, and laiTes gay. Hear what my fang difdofea* As I ae morning fleeping lay Upon a bank of rofes. Young Jamie whisking o*er the mead^ By good luck chanc'd to fpy me ; He took his bonnet aff his head. And faftly fat down by me. yamie tho* I right meike prized. Yet now I wadna ken him ; But with a ^wn my face difguis'd. And drave* away to iend him : But fondly he flill nearer preft. And by my fide down lying. His beating heart thumped fae fafl, I thought the lad was dying. But fiill refolving to deny^ Afid angry pailion feigning, I aften roughly (hot him by, With words full of djidainifig. ( 194- ) Poor yame bawkM, nae favoor wiot* Went aff-mudi difcontented i But I in trath for a^ my fins. Ne'er haff fae fair repented. X. k Itbe Cock Laird. A Cock laird fou cadgfe» With yemty did meet. He hawsM her, he kifsM her. And ca'd her his fweet. Wilt thoa gae alang- Wi' me, yennVf Jenny f Thoaie be my ain femmane, Jo Jent^^ quoth he. If I gae alang w^ye^ Ye maunna &il. To feaft me with caddels And good hacket-kail. The deel's in your nicety, Jenny ^ quoth he, Mayna bannocks of bear^meal Be as good for thee. And I maun hae pinners. With pearling let round, A skirt of puddy, And a waftecoat of brouo, Awa with ikk vanities, Jenny^ quoth he. For kurchis and kittles Are fitter for thee. My lairdfhip can yield mc As meikle a year. As had us in pottage ArA gqoi knockit beer: . ( ^95 ) But having nae tenants. To buy ought I ne*er have A pennyy quoth he. ' The borrowftoun merchants Will fell ye on tick. For we maun hae braw thing^t Abeit they foud bre^k. When broken, frae care The fools are fet free. When we make them lairds In the abbey, quoth ihe* Tbe Soger Laddie. MY foger laddie is over the fea. And he will bribg goki and money to me ; And when he comes hame, he'll make me a lady. My blefling gang witA my foger laddie. My doughty laddie is handfome and brave. And can as^^a foger and lover behave ; True to his country, to love lie is fleady. There's few to compare with my foger Iaddie»- Shidd him ye angels, frae death in alarms. Return him with lawrels to my langing armar* Syne frae all my care ye*ll pleafamly free me. When back to my wifhes my foger yt gie tne. O foon may his honouts bloom fair on hii brow. As quickly they miift, if he get his due : For in noble adtions his courage is ready. Which makes me delight in my foger laddie. K 2 Tis (196) The Archers March. SOUND, found the mufick, found it^ Let hills and dales rebound it : Let hills and dales rebound it. In praife of archery : Its origine divine is. The practice brave and fine is. Which generoufly inclines us To guard our liberty. Art by the Gods imployed. By which heroes enjoyed. By which heroes enjoyed The wreaths of vidtory. The Deity of Pamafms, The God of foft careifes, Chafie Cynthia and her lafles. Delight in archery. See, fee yon bow extended ! *Tis Jovt himfelf that bends it, 'Tis j9Vi himfelf that bends it^ 0*er clouds on high it glows. All nations, Turks and Parthiam, The Tartars and the Scythians, The Arabst Moors and Indians, With bravery draw their bowsJ Our own true records tells us. That none cou*d e>r excel us. That none cou*d e'er excel ua In martial archery : With (hafts our fires engaging. Opposed the Romans raging, Deifeat the fierce Norvegian, And fparcd few Dams to flee. Witaefi ( »97 ) Witnefs Largs and LoncartU, Dunkel and AhtrUnavf^ DumJU/ SLnd Aherlemny^ Rofline and BamtockhurMf The CbMois ■ all the border. Where bowmen in brave order. Told enemies, if furder They mov*d, thcyM no'cr return. Sound, found the mufick, found it. Let hills and dales rebound it. Let hills and dales rebound it. In praife of archery, Us'd as a game it pleafes, The mind to joy it raifes. And throws of all difeafes Of lazy luxury. Largs^ where the Norwigiam^ headed by their va- liant King H A c o, were, Jnno 1263, totally defeat by Alexander II[. King of Scots i the he- roick Alexander, great-Heward of Scotland^ commanded the right wing. Loncartie^ ntzxPertb^ where King K B n n B T 'r III. obtained the viflory over the Danes, which wai* principally owing to the valour and refolution of the fir ft brave Hay, and his two fons. Dunkel here, and in KjU^ and on the banks of fay, our great King Corbredus Ga.ldus in three battles overthrew 30003 Romans in the reign of the Emperor J>omittan, Aberlemttfy four miles from Brechin, where King M A L c o l KT II. obtained a glorious victory over the united arniies of Danes, Nor<wegians and Cum* Brians, &c. commanded by S u e N o King of Den-^ mark, and his warlike fon Prince Canute. Rojline, about five miles fouth of Edinburgh, where 10000 Scots, led by Sir J h n. C u m i n and Sir Simon Fraze r, defeat in three battles in one day 30000 of their enemies, Anno 1503. The battles of Bannockburn and Chiviot^ &c. are (b well known, that they require no notes. K 5 "^QW^ (198) Now, now our care beguiling. When all the year looks fmiling. When all the year looks fmiling, With healthfal harmony : The fun in glory glowing, With morning dew beftowing, Sweet fragrance, life, and growing, To flowers and. every tree. v *Ti8 now the archers royal. An hearty band and loyal. An hearty band and loyal. That in juft thoughts agree. Appear in ancient bravery, Deipifing all bafe knavery. Which tends to brine in flavery Souls worthy to live free* Sound, found the mnfick, found it. Fill up the glafs and round wi*t. Fill up the glafs and round wi't* Health and profperity T" our great Chief and Officers^ T* our Pnjidint and Counfellon : To all who, like their brave forbears Delight in archery. The following S O N G S /^ befung in their proper Places on iheaSling of the Gentle Shepherd^ at tach the page marked where they come in. S A N G I. The wawking of thefaulds. Sung hy Patie, Page i. MY P/f 17 is a young thing, Jull enterM in her teens, Fair as the day, and fweet.as May^ Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young living. And Vm not very aold. Yet well I like lo iftect bet *t Tie wawkingoof the f auU. ^^ (199 ) My Piggy fpcaks (ae fwcetly. Whene'er we meet alane. I wifh nae mair, to lay, my care, I wiih nae mair, of a* tbat*6 rare. My Piggy ipeaks fae fweetly. To a' the lave I*m cauld ; But (he gars a* my fpirits glow At wawking of the fauld. My Piggy fmiles fae kindly^ Wh«M*er I^whi^ love. That I look down on a' the town, That I look dowai^ppn a ciown. My Piggi fmiles fae kindly, It niakes me blyxh and banld. And naething gie*s me fic delight^ As wawking of the fauld* Jiy a* the reft, that (he imsi beS. My Piggy fing^ fae fatdy. And in her fangs are^ tald» With innocence; the .wale of fenfe. At wawking of thcL&uld. >Wm» SA^^NQ-II. Mygurruhhtr9^irmthjlrai* DEAR Roger f if yonr yesuiy geek. And ji(nfweridndnef& with a Sight, Seem unconcernM at her negle£l. For women in a man delight : Bat them defpife whoVe foon defeat. And with a iimple face give way To a repulfe — then be not blate, Pa/b bMiddly qd, and win the day. k 4 ^V« I ( 200 ) When m&idens, innooently young, Saj aften what they never mean* Ne*er mind their pretty lyine tongue* But tent the language of ueir een : If thefe agree, and ihe perfift To anfwer all your love with hate« Seek elfewhere to be better bleft. And let her figh when 'tis too late. SANG III. Polwart on tbg Gran. SungiyFeggyy p. lo, TH E dorty will repent. If lover*s heart grow canld. And nane her fmiles will tent. Soon as her face looks auld : The dawted bairn thus takes the pet^ Nor eats, tho' hunger crave. Whimpers and tarrows at its meat^ And*s laught at by the lave i They jell it till the dinner's paft. Thus by it fell abns'd. The fool thing is oblig'd to faft. Or eat what they've refus'd. SANG IV. OdiarMoiter, wbatJballldQ? Stmg by Jenny, p. 1 1. ODear Piggy^ love's beguiling, We ought not to truft his fmiling. Better far to do as I do, Ltil 2L harder luck betyde you. Laffes when their fancy's carried. Think of nought but to be married ; RunniDg to a life deftroys Heartfome, £rce, and yoaCbtu' *)on^. ( 2^01 ) SANG V. Hm can I be fad on fny IVedding^ day. Sung by. Peggy, p. 1 2.. HO W (hall I be fad when a husband I hae^ That has better fenfe than any of thae Sour weak filly fellows, that lludy like fools To fink their ain joy, and make their wives fnools,' The man who is prudent ne'er lightlies his wife. Or with dull reproaches encourages firife ; He praifes her virtues, and nVer wiU abufe Her for a fmall failing, but find an excufe.. SANG VI. Nanfy'x to the Green Wood gam.. Su?^ by Jenny J p. 15. I Yield, dear laflie, you have won. And there is nae denying, That fure as light flows frae the fun^ Frae love proceeds complying ; For a' that we can^ do or fay, 'Gainft love nae thinker heeds us, . They ken our bofoms lodge the fae, I'.hat by the heart-firings leads us» SANG VII. Cduld Kale in Ahevdem... Sling by Glaud or Simon, p. 1 8. . CA U L D be the rebel's caft, Oppreifors bafe and bloody, P hope we'll fee them at the laft . Strung a' up in a woody. ISeil be he of worth and fenfe^ . And ever high his (lation, Tjhat bravely Hands in the defence - Of confcience, king and natioa..^ ( 202 ) SANG VIIL Mucihg $f Gtfxifs Sungiy Symon, p, ig. TiHE laird who in riches and honoor Wad thrive, ihould be:icindlx and frtt. Nor rack the poor tenants, who labour To rife aboon poverty : Elfe, like the paoc hoHe that^s unfotherM And burdened, will tumble down faint ; Thus virtue by kardfhip is fmother'd. And rackers.aft tine their rent. * SANG IX. Carli and the King cme. Sung by Maufe, p. 24. PEGGY, now the king's come, Peggy f now the king's come, 'i hou may dance, and I (hall iing, Peggy t imce the king's come. Nae mair the hawkies thou iKalt milk. But change thy plaiding coat for filk, And be a lady of that ilk. Now, Peggy, fmce the king's come. S A N G X. Winter was cauldy and my claitbing was ihin. Sung by Peggy and Patie, p 30. Peggy. WHEN firft my dear laddie gade to the green hill. And I at ew-milking firft feyd my young skill. To bear the milk-bowie, nae pain was to me, When I at the bughting forgatner'd with thee. Pa T IE. When corn-nggi wav'd yellow, and blew hetherbells Bloom 'd bonny 00 moorland and t>Ntt\ lAxv^^tW, ( 203 ) Nae birns,' brier, or breckens, gave trool^le to^me. If I foand the berries right ripen'd for thee. Pb o.g y.. When thou ran, or wreiUed, or patted the (lane. And came aff the yi^or^ my heart vfa^ay jEain : Thy ilka fport manly gave pleaCare to me. For nane can put, wr^e, or rmi fwif t a& thee. P A T 1 E. Our Jenny fings faffly the CowJep Bro.om-Kno'wst And Rojie lilts fweetly the Milking, the e^s ; There's few Jenny Nettles like Nanjy can fing. At Throw the wood laddie, Befs gars our lues ring : But wheo-ny dear Peggy ^ngs withbetter skill, ^ht Boat many Tweedfide, ot t\i^ la/s df the mill, 'Tis many times fweeter -and pleafing to me ; For tho* they fing nicely, they capnpt like thee. Peggy. How eafy can lafles trow what they dedre ? And praifes fae kindly increafes love's fire ; Give me dill this pleafure, my lludy ihall be To make mykXi better and fweeter for thee. SANG XI. By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouths Sung by Patie and Peggy, p. 32. Printed in the P as r ok al^ and in this Mis-' c £ L L A N Y, Vol. I. Page 75. mm SANG Xn. Hafipy Clown. Sung. by, Sir WiDiam, p. 35. HI D from himfelf, now by the dawn Ue darts as ^e(h as rofes blawn. And ranges o'er the heights and lawn. After his bleeting &ocka% K 6 \VtA>^- ( 204 ) Healthful, and iimocendy gay He chants, and whiftles out the day ^ Untaught to fmile, and then betray , Like courtly weathercocks.. Life happy from ambition free. Envy and vile hypocriiie. Where truth and love with joys agree, Unfttllied with a crime : UnmovM with what diftarbs the great, I^ proping of their pride and ftate ; He lives, and unafraid of fate. Contented fpends his time. SANG. XIU. Liith^Wynd. Sung by Jenny airrf Roger, p.. 47,. W' E R E I afTur'd you'll condant prove^ You fhould nae mair comfdain,. The e^fy maid befet with love. Few words will quickly gain ; For I mud own, now fince youVe free. This too fond heart of mine Has lang, a black-fole true to thee,. WifhM to be pair'd with thine., R G S R* J*m happy now, ah f let my head Upon thy breaft recline ; The pleafure flrikes me neaf-hand dead f* Is Jenny then fae kind ? ■ O lee me brifs thee- to my heart ! And round my arms entwine : Delytful thought ; we'll never part !' CVme pceii thy mouth to mine« SANG >^^ ( 205 ) SANG XIV. O'er Bogu. Sung by Jenny, p. 48. WE L L I agree, ye'rc fare of me ;, Next to my father gae. Make him content to give confent^. Hell hardly fay you nay : For you have what he wad be at>. And will commend you weU, Since parents aald think love grows cauld',. Where bairns want milk and meal. • Should he deny, I carena by. He'd contradidt in vain. Tho' a' my kin had faid and fworn. But thee I will have nane. Then neve.r range, or learn to change,. Like, thefe in high degree : And if you prove faithful in love^. You'll find nae fault in oie. SANG XV. tyatye wha I nutyeftrein^. Sung by Sir William, p. 54. NOW from rufUcity, and'Iove^ Whofe flames but over lowly burn). My gentle fhepherd mud be drove, Hii foul mull take another turn : As the rough diannond from the mine, , In breakings only (hews i(s light. Till poUfhing has made it fhine ; Thus learning makes the genius bright. SAJTG ( 206 ) SANG XVI. Kirk wad tit m h. Sung by Paties p. 63. DUTY and part of reafon, Plead flrong on the parents fide« Which love fuperior calls treafon 2 The ftrongcft muft be obey'd ; For now tho' Tm one of the gentry. My conftancy falfhood repells ; For change in my heart is no entry. Still there my dear Peggy excells. SANG XVII. Woes my heart that we JhouU fumbr. Sung by Peggy, p. 67. SPEAK on, —— fpeak thus, and ftill my grief. Hold up a heart that's finking under Thefe fears, that foon will want relief. When Pate muft from his Peggy funder» A gentler face, and fUk attire, A lady rich in beauty's bloflbm, Alake poor me I will now confpire To fteal thee from thy Peggy^s bofom. No more the fhepherd who excelled The reft, whofe wit made them to wonder^ Shall now his Peggy^s praifes tell. Ah ! I can die, but never funder. Ye meadows where we often ftray'd. Ye banks where we were wont to wander^ Sweet fcented rucks round which we play*d, You*ll lo(s your fweets when we're afunder* t « Again ah f (hall I never creep Around the know with filent duty. Kindly to watch thee while aileep. And wonder at thy manly beauty I ( 207 ) Hear, heaveiiy while folemnly I vaWy Tho* thou ihouldft prove a wand ring lover. Throw life to thee 1 fhall prove true, - Nor be a wife to any other. SANG XVin. Twcid-ftdi. Sung by Peggy, p. 68. WHEN hope was quite funk in defpair. My heart it was going to break s My life appeared worthlefs my care. But now I will favU for thy fake. Where*cr my love travels by day, -Wherever he lodges by night. With me his dear image (hall flay. And my foul keep him e*er in fight* With patience Til wait the long year. And (ludy the gentled charms ; ' Hope time away till thou appear, To lock thee for ay in thofe arms* Whilft thou waft a Ihepherd, I prizM No higher degree in this life ; But now 1*11 endeavour to rife To a height is becoming thy wife. For beauty that*s only skin deep, Mud fade like the gowans of May, But inwardly rooted will keep For ever, without a decay. Nor age, nor the changes of life. Can quench the fair fire of love. If virtue's ingrained in the wife, * And the husband have fenfe to approve. SANG V." (208) , SANG XIX. Bujh abm Trz(^zir. Sung by Peggy, p. 70^ AT fetting day and rifing morn, With foul that ftill fhall love thee, I'Jl ask of heaven thy fafe return. With all* that can improve thee, m vifit oft the birken-buftl,. Where firft thou kindly told me> Sweet tales of love, and hid my bluib, WhilA round thou didft enfold me. • To all our haunti I will repair, fiy greenwood ibaw or fountain ;: Or where the fummer day Td (hare With thee, upon yon mountain. There will I tell th# trees and flowers,. From thoughts unfeignM and tender^. By vows you're mine, by love is your^ A heart which cannot wander.. SANG XX. B(mny gray ey'd MUrn.. Sung by Sir William, p, 74* THE bonny -gray eyed morning begins to peep,. And darkne(s flys before the rifing ray. The hearty hynd darts from his lazy deep. To follow healthful labours of the day,. Without a guilty fling to wrinkle his broWy^ The lark and the linnet tend his levee, And he joins their concert, driving, his plow,. From toil of grimace and pageantry free. While flufter'd with wine, or madden'd with lo(s# Of half an eftate, the prey of a main. The drunkard and gamsfler tumble and cofs, Wifhing for calmbeb anddvLiab^t v& szx^. ( 209 ) Be my portion heah)i and q^aietnefs of mind, PlacM at due diftance from parties and date, Where neither ambition, nor avarice blind. Reach him who has happinefs linkM to his fate. On our Ladies being drejfed in Scots ManufaStory^ at a Publick Aflembly. A S O N G, To the Tune of,' O^er^ the Hills and far away. L£ T meaner beauties ufe their art. And range both Indies for their drefs. Our fair can captivate the heatt In native weeds, nor look the lefs. More bright unborrowed beadties (hine. The ardefs fweetnefs of each face Sparkle with ludrei more divine. When freed of tytry foreign grace. The tawny nymph on fcorching plains, May ufe the aid of gems and paint. Deck with broeade and Tyrian ftains Features of ruder form and taints What Caledonian ladies wear. Or from the lint or woolen twine, Adorn*d by all their Tweets, appear* Whatever we can imagine fine. Apparel neat becomes the fair. The dirty drefs may lovers cool. But clean, oar maids need have no care^ If clade in linnen, filk, or wool. T* adore Myrtilla^ who can ceafe ? Her aSive charms our praife demand. Clad in a mantua, from the fleece. Spun by her own delighted hand» ^ Who can behold Califta\ eyes, " Her bread^ her cheek, and fnowy arms^ ( «io ) And mind what artifb can devife. To rival more fuperior charms? Compared with thoie» the diamond^s duO, Launst fatins, and the velvets fade» The foul with her attradions full. Can never be by thefe betray'd. SJPHIRJ, all o*er native fwcets. Not the falfe glare of drefs regards. Her wit, her character completes. Her fmile her lovers fighs reivards. When foch iirfl beaaties lead the way. The inferior rank will follow^ foon ; Then arts no longer ihall decay. But trade encoorag*d be in tone. Millions o! fleeces fhall be wove. And flax that on the vdleys blooms. Shall make the naked natipns love And blefs the laboars of our looms i We have enough, nor want from them. Bat trifles hardly worth our care. Yet for thefe trifles let them claim What food and cloth we have to (pare. How happy *8 Scotland m her fair f Her amiable daughters fliall, By afliog thus with virtuous care. Again the golden age recal : Enjoying them, Edina ne^er Shall mifs a court ; but foon advance In wealth, when thus the lovM appear Around the fcenes, or in the dance. Barbarity fliall yield to fenfe, And lazy pride to ufeful arts. When fuch dear angels in defence Of virtue thus engage their hearts. Bled guardians of our joys and wealthy True fountains of delight and love. Long bloom your charms, fixt be your health, /riU tir'd with earth ye mount above. HARPYKNUTE. A Fragment of an old boroic BaUadt I. STATELY ftcpt he caft the wa, And (lately ftept he weft. Pall feventy years he now had feen» With fcarce feven years of reft. He liv*d when Britons breach of faith Wrought Scotland meikle wae : And ay his fword taold to their coft. He was their deadly fae. II. Hie CM! a hill his caftle ftade. With haUs and tonrt a hight. And guidly chambers £iir to fee. Where he lodged mony a knight. His dame fae peirleis anes and fiir, For chail and beauty deimt, Nae marrow had in all the landf Save Elenor the Queen. III. Fall thirteen fens to him (he bare. All men of valour (Umt ; In blaidy fight» with fword in hand, Nyne loft their lives bot doubt i Four yet remain, lang may they live To (land by liege and land : Hie was their fame» hie was their mig^C^ And hie was their commands iV. Great love they bare to Fairly fair. Their fitter faft and deir. Her girdle (hawd her middle jimp. And gowden glift her hair. What waefou wae her bewtie bred i Waefou to young and auld. Waefou I trou to kyth and kinj Aiilory ever tauld. ^JChfl ( an ) V. The King of Norfi in fummcr tyitf, Puft up with power and mighty Landed in fair Scotland the iile. With mony a hardy knight : The tydings to our gude Scots King Came, as he fat at dyne, With noble chiefs in brave aray. Drinking the blude-reid wyne. VI. '• To horfe, to horfe, my royal liege, ** Your ^es dand on the ftrand, *' Fall twenty thoufand glittering Tpears •* The King of Norfe commands.^* Bring me my fieed^ Madge, dapple gray. Our gude king raife and cry*d ; A truftier beaft in all tbi lamif A Scots King ne«vir/eyd» VII. Go, little page^ //// Hardyknutc, That livej on hill Jo hie. To draixj his f wordy the dreid of fats , And hafte andfillf^w me. The little page flew fwift as dart Flung by his mader's arm, ' Come do<wn, come donun^ Lord Hardyknute^ And redd your kingfrae harm, VIII. Then reid, reld grew his dark brown cheikt^ Sae did his dark-brown brow ; His looks grew keen as th^y were wont In dangers gre^t;to do ; He has tane a horn as green as grafs. And gien five founds fae fhrillt That trees in green wood fhook thereat,. Sae loud rang ilka hill. IX. HU fons in manly fport and ^\c, I . Jhid paft the lununers morn, ^' (.213) Wken lo ! down in a grafly 4ale, They heard their father's hpm. ^hat born^ quoththey^yuer founds in peacif We batve other /port to. iyde i And foon they heyd them up the hill. And foon were at his fyde. X. Late^ late yeftreen I 'u^eind in feofi To end my lengthned life^ My age might mjeil eKCufe my arm^ Frae manly feats of firife ; But now that N6r(e does proudly iojfi Fair Scotland to entbrallt Its neir hefaidof Hardyknute Hi feared to fight orfdlh XL Robin of Rothfay, hend thy iowf Thy arroiv Jhootjb leilf Mony a comely countenance They have turnd to deidly pale : Brade Thomas, taky'e but your lancet Ye neid nae woeapons mair% Gif ye fight nueit as ye did anes '^Gainjl WeftmorlandV^Kfrc^ heir^ XIL Malcom, light offot^t as flag That runs inforeft ^Id^ Get me my thoufdnds three of men Well bred tofiuord andflsield : Bring me my horfe and bamifine^ My blade of mettal cleir^ If faes kend but the hand it bare. They foon had fled for fear. XIII. Farenueil^ my dame^ fae pierlefs good^ And took her by the handf. Fairer to me in ageyoufeem, STjba/if aaidf/or ievfty fam^d : 5 »3 ( *I4 ) My pungift fin fall bin nmmm To guard tbefejiatily t§^irs, Andfiut tbefilvir bolt that kiipi Sai/afi your fainted bowirt. XIV. And firft Hie wee her comely cheiks. And then her boddice green» Hir filken cords of twirtle twift; Weil plett with filver fbeen ; And apron fee with mony a dyce Of needle-wark fae rare. Wove by nae hand, as ye may gaefij Save that of Fairly fur. XV. And he has ridden owre muir and mofs, Owre hills and mony a glen , When he came to a wounded knigh( Making a heavy mane ; Here maun I lye^ bere maun 1 dye^ ^ By treacheries falfi Gyles ; TVitlefs I nvas that eir ga'oe faith To wicied ^womans fmyles. XVI. 5/> knight^ gin ye luere in my bowir. To lean on filken feat ^ My ladys kindlie care you^dpro*ui^ Wba neir kend deidly bote ; Hir f elf twald *watcb ye all t be iay^ Hir maids a deid of uiebt i J§nd Fairly fair your heart nvaldcbeir, Jsfheftands in your fight. XVII. Arife^ young knight, and mount your fieid. Full lowns tbefljynand day, Chufefrae my menzie *wbom ye fUafi To lead ye on the *way. With fmyleb look and vifafn wan. The ivoundcd knigjbt tcpl^ 4, ( 215 > Kyndchiftaifii your intend furjue^ For heir I maun ahyit, xyni. 7o me nae after day nor ntght Can eir bif'weit or fair. Buffoon beneath fome draping trie, Cauld death fall end my care. With him nae pleading might prcrail \ Brave Hardyknute to gain. With faireft words and realbnUrang, Strave courteoufly in vain. XIX. Syne he has gane far hynd attowre. Lord Chattans land fae wyde» That lord a worthy wight was ay, Wlien faes his courage feyd : Of PiffiJH? race by mothers fydc^ When Pias ruld C^ledcn, Lord Chattau claim' d the princely maid. When he fav'd Pi^Ifb crown. XX. Now with his fierce and fialwart train. He reachM a ryfing height, Whair braid encampit on the dale, Norje army lay in fight ; Tonder, my valiant Jons andfeirs. Our raging revers ivait On the unconjuer*d Scottiih f*waird, To try with us their fate. XXL Mak orifons to him tbatfav'd Our fauls upon the rude. Syne bra<vely fioFw your veins are filld With Caledonian blude. Then furth he drew his trufty glaive. While thoufands all arround. Drawn frae their fbeaths etonft iu tto (vokt And loud the boupik m^ T4 ( 216 ) xxn. To join hiS king adoon the hill In haft his merch he made, Whyle, play and pibrochi» minflralli meit. Afore him ftately ftrade. Thfjff *we/com <vallant floup §f n^tr^ fbj natiffisjheild andfryde ; '[hy king nae reafon has tofeir When thou art by hUfydt. xxni. ' When bows were bent and darts were thrawD^ For thrang fcarce could they flie» The darts clove arrows as they met. The arrows dart the trie. Laog did they rage and £ght full fierce. With little skaith to man, But bludy, bludy was the field. Or that lang day was done. XXIV. The king of Bcots that iindle bruikd The war that lookt like play. Drew his braid fword, and brake his bow. Sen bows feimt but delay : Quoth noble Roth/ay, Myne 1*11 hip, I*waU its hied a /core » Hafte up, my merry men, cry'd the king. As he rade on befi^re. XXV. The king of l^orft he fought to find. With him to menfe the fieht, But on his forehead there did light A fliarp unfonfie (haft i As he his hand put up to find The wound, an arrow keen, O waefou chance f there pinnd his hand In midft between his een. XXVI. J^tvenge, revenge, cryd Rotb/ojt hiir, J7»r mail-coat /all 4n€bt tfiU ( 217 ) The ftrength andjharpnefs 9f my dart ; Then fent it thrpugh his fyde : Another arrow weil ht nrafkdy It piercM his neck in twa. His hands then quat the filver teins^ He laigh as card did fa. . XXVII. Sair hleids tny liige, /air, fair he Ueidf* Again with might he drew And geflure dreid his iltirdy bow, Fatt the braid arrow flew. Wae to the knight he ettled at. Lament now, Quene Eigried \ Hie dames too wail your darlings fall, His youth and comely meid. xxvnr. ^ake affy take aff his cnftly jute (Of cold weil was it twyna. Knit lyke the fowlers net through which His deilly harnefs fhynd) ^ake^ Norfc, that gift frae me, and hid Him *venge the hlude it heirs ; Say, if he face my bended hotju. He Jure nae lueaf on fears » XXfX. Proud Norfe with giant body tall. Braid fhoulders and arms Urong, Cryd, Where is li?ixdj\sxi\ixtfaefafnd, Andfeirdat Bri tains throne : The Britons tremble at his mame, Ifoonfhall make him nvail 7 bat eir my fnvord ivas made fae fbarp, Saefaft bis coat of mml, XXX. That brag his (lout heart coud na byde. It lent him youthful might : Vm Hardyknute this day^ he cry'd, ^ Scotlands king 1 height , i ( 218 ) f • fay thii lanjD as borfis bufi. My *w9rd I mean to Aiipt Syne with the firft drake eir he ftrake, ' He gand his body bleid. XXXI. Nor/e ene lyke gray gofehawks ftaird wyld^ He light with (hame and fpyte ; Di/gracd is new tnyfarfamd arm That left thee power to ftryke : Then gave his head a blaw iae fell. It made him doan to floap. As law as he to ladies us*d In courtly gyfe to lout. XXXII. Fall food he raisM his bent body, His bow he marveird fair. Sen blaws till then on him but darrd As touch of Fair/y fair : Nor/e ferliet too as ^ir as he To fee his (lately look, Sae foon:as eir he flrake a fae« Sae foon his lyfe he took. XXXIII. Whair like a fyre to hcther fet, Bauld nomas did advance, A ilurdy fae with look enragd Up towards him did prance ; He ipurd his ftcid throw thickefl rank^ The hardy youth to queU, Wha ftood unmov*d at his approach His fiiry to repell. XXXIV. 7hatJhort hrown Jhaft Jae meanly trimd^ Looks like poor Scotlands Geir^ But dreidfull feims the rujfy poynt ! And loud he leugh in jeir. jf^ BrUam 6/ude has dimd itsjhyne^ nijfojnt cuijbort tbiir vaunt \ . ( ^^9 ) Syne piercd the boafter's bairded chcik, Nae time he took to taant. XXXV. Short while he in his fadle fwang. His ftirrip was nae (lay, Sae feible hane his unbent knee. Sure taken ne was fey : Swith on the hardened clay he fell. Right far was hard the thud. Bat Thomas look'd not as he lay All walteriog in his blade. XXXVI. With cairles gefture, mynd unmov'd, On raid he north the plain. His feim in thrang of fierceft ftryfe, tU VC# When winner ay the fame : ^^ OD Nor yet his heart dames dimpelit cheiki • i^ |>^ Coad meife faft love to bruik, S Till vengefal Ann returnd his fcorn, ^Ij Then languid grew his look. ^'^ I XXXVIL * ^^ In thrawis of death, with wailowit cheik, ^^ ^7^ All panting on the plain, j^ Ol The fainting corps of warriours lay, i^ , Neir to aiyfc again i f* ) Neir to return to native land, •tj gj- \ Nae mair with blythfom founds, • p« \, To boaft the glories of the day, ^^ Jj^ \ i ! And (haw their fliyning wounds* . ^^ ^'^ f ^ xxxviil' On Norwayj coaft the widowed dam* May wa(h the rocks with* teirs, ' May lang look owre the ihiples feis. Before hir mate appein. Ceife, Emmat ceife to hope in vain, .-s Thy lord lyis in the day, ^. , The valiant Scots nae revers thole To carry lyPe Mwzy. ( 220 ) XXXIX. Tiiere on a lie whair (lands a crofs. Set up for monumenty Thoufands full fierce that fommers day Filld keen waris black intent, Let Scots, while Scots, praife Hard^fkn^tif Let Norfe the name zy dreid. Ay how he faught, aft how he fpaird, Sal lateil ages reid. XL. Loud and chill blew weftlin wind, Sair beat the heavy (howir. Mirk grew the night eir Hardy knuti Wan neir his (lately tower ; His tower that ufd with torches bleife, r • To (hyne fae far at night, Seimd now as black as mourning weid, Nae marvel fair he feight. XLL There* s nae light in my ladys ho<wirp There'* s nae light in rrtj hall \ Nae blink Jhynes round my Y2\x\y fatr^ Nor VfzxAfiandi on my lualL What bodes it ? Robert, Thomas/yr, Nae anfwer fits their dreid. Stand bad, my fins, V II be your gyde. But by they paft With fpeid. XLIL As f aft as I haef Jped onjure Scotlands^^^j, There ceifl his brag of weir, Sair (ham*d to mynd ought but his dame^ And maiden Fairly fair. Black fear he felt, but what to fear. He wift not yet with dreid ; Sair (hook his body, fair his limbs. And all tht warrior fled. *n>i ( 2Zl ) The Braes of Yarrow. BU S K ye, busk ye, roy bonny bonny bride^ Busk ye, busk ye, my winfome marrow, Bu&k ye, bu&k ye, my bonny bonny bride> And kc us leave the braet of Tarrow* Where got ye that bonny bonny bride. Where got ye that winfome marrow ? I got her where I durfl not well be feen, Puing the birks on the braes of JTarrow. Weep not, weep not, my bonny bonny bride^ Weep nor, weep not. my winfome marrow. Nor let thy heart lament to leave Puing the birks on the braes of Tarro^Ww Why does (he weep, tby bonny bonny bride I Why does (he weep thy winfome marrow \ And why dare ye nae mair well be feen, Puing the birks on the braes of Tarroiu f Lang maft (he weep, )ang mufl (be, muft (he weep, Lang muft (he weep with dole and forrow^ And lang muft I nae mair well be feen Puing tbe birks on the braes of Tarrow. For (he has tint her lover, lover dear. Her lover dear, the caufe of forrow. And I have (Iain the comelted fwain,. That ever pued birks on the braes of Yarrow, Why runs thy Hream, O Tarrow^ Tarro*w, reid ? Why on thy braes heard the voice of forrow ^ And why yon melancholious weeds. Hung on the bonny birks of Tarrow ? What*s yonder floats on the rueful, rueful flood ^ What's yonder floats ? O dole and forrow. O 'tis the conoely fwain I (lew Upon the doleful braes of YartfnM. ( 222 ) Waih, O wafh hts woondt his woonds in tean. His wounds in tean of dole and forrow. And wrap his limbs in moarning weeds* And lay him on the braes of Tarro*w. Then build, then build, ye fifters fiften bd. Ye Aflers fad, his tomb with forrow^ And weep around in woful wife. His helpleis fate on the braes of Tarro^w. Curfe ye, curfe ye, his ufelefs ufelefs fliield» My arm thac wrought the deed of forrow. The fatal fpear that pierced his breaft His comely breaft on the braes of Tarrcw, Did I not warn thee not to, not to love. And warn from fight f but to my forrow. Too raihly bold, a ftronger arm Thou met'ftf and fell on the braes of Tarr^w. Sweet fmells the birk, green grows, green grows the Yellow on TTarronv^^ braes the gowan, (grafs^ Pair hangs the apple frae the rock. Sweet the wave of Tarrow flowan. Flows Tarrow fweet, as fwcet, as fweet flows TufUif, As green its grafs, its gowan as yellow. As (weec fmelh on its braes the birk. The apple from its rocks as mellow. Fair was thy love, fair, fair indeed thy love. In flow*ry bands thou didft him fetter ; Tho' he was fair, and well belovM again. Than me he never lov*d thee better. Busk ye, then busk, my bonny bonny bride. Busk ye, then busk, my winfome marrow. Busk ye, and loe me on the banks of Tweed, And think nae mair on the braes of Tarrow. ( "3 ) How can I busk a bonny bonny bride. How can I busk a winfome marrow. How loe him on the banks of TiveeJ, That flew my love on the braes of Yarrow^ Tarronv fields, may uever, never rain. No dew thy tender bloiToms cbver,> For there was vilely killed my love, ^ My love as he had not been a lover* The boy fmt on his robes, his robes df green. His purple ved, *twas my awn fewing. Ah I wretched me, I little, little knew, Ue was in thefe to meet his ruin. The boy took oat his rollk-white, milk-white fteed^ Unheedful of my dole and forrow. But e'er the toofal of the night. He lay a corps on the braes of Yarrow, Much I rejoycM that woeful, woeful day, 1 fung, my voice the woods returning, Buc lang e*er night, the fpear was flown That flew my love, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous, barbarous fether do. Bat with his crael rage purTue me ? My lover's blood is on thy fpear ; How can'ft thou, barbarous man, then woo me ? My happy fiflers may be, may be proud. With cruel and ungentle fcofling. May bid me feek on }^rr0<u;*s braes My lover nafled in his coffin. My brother Douglas may upbraidi And drive with threatning words to move me. My lover's blood is on thy fpear," How canit thou ever bid me love thee \ (224 ) Yes, yes, prepare the bed» the bed- of lore^ Wich bridal (beets my body cover. Unbar, ye bridal maidsy the door. Let in the expe£led husband lover. But who the expedted husband husband is ? His hands, me thinks, are bathM in daughter. Ah mc I what ghailly fpedlre^s yon, Comes, in his pale ihroud, bleeding after ? Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him dowB, O lay hi^ cold head on my pillow ; Take afF, take aff thefe bridal weedsi. And crown my careful head with yellow. Pale tho* thoQ art, yet befl, yet bed be]ov'd« O could my warmth to life reflore thee ; Yet lie all night between my b:eafis ; No youth lay ever there befoie thee. Pale, pale indeed, O lovely, lovely yoHth ! Forgive, forgive io foul a flaughter. And lye all night between my breafls^ No youth iball ever lye there after. Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride^ Return and dry thy ufelefs forrow, 'J'hy lover heeds noughi of thy fighs. He lies a corps in the braes of larrow. The End of the Second Volume. THE TEA-TABLE MISCELLANY. ■«^^ /F/^^» <it;f biboldb^r angel fact , Or «wben Jhe fings iviih Jbe^fvef/fy gract, • In ijuhat *we hear and nvh^t ive/ee, Hoiv ra*vi/bi»g^s the harmony ! No charms like Celia'/ <voice furfrife^ Except the mufick of her eyes. La 148 d owtr^ Vol. IIF, SONG I. A Nymph of the plain» By a jolly young fwain. By a jolly young fwaiD, Was addrefs'd to be kind;: But rclentlefs I find To his prayers (he appear'd, Tho* hinafelf he endear'd. In a manner fo Toft, fo engaging and (y^^tt^ As foon might perfwade her his pafllon'to mwt» ' How. much he ador'd her^ How oft he implor'd her, ' " ■'■ How oft he implor'd her, I cannot exprels ; But he lov'd to cxcefi, And fwore he would die. If (he would not comply, In a manner fo fofc, fo engagiog and fweet, .1 As foon might perfwade her nis paflloa to meet ( 226 ) While blaihes like roTef, Which nature compofesy Which nature compofes^ Vermilion*d her face. With an ardour and grace. Which/her lover improved. When he found he had mov'd, III a manner foi fofc, fo eogaaog and fweer. As foon might perfwade her lib pafficm to meet When wak'd from the joj^ Which their fouls did imploy. Which their ibuls did implo/. From her ruby warm lips^ Thoufand odours he fips* At the fight of her cyti He faints and he dies. In a manner fo fofc, (o engaging and fweet, As foon might perfWade her his paifion to meet* But how they (hall part. Now becomes all the fmart* Now becomes all the fmart, Till he vow*d to his fair» That to eafe his own eare» He would meet her again. And *till then be in pain. In a mAMier fo foft, fo engaging and fweef, _ As foon might perfwade her his paflson to meet. SONG II. SEND home my long ftrayM eyes to me. Which ah ! too long have dwelt on thee i Bat if from thee they*ve learnM fuch illj To fweecly fmile. And then beguile, Xeep the deceivers, keep them dill* Send home my harmlefs heart again. Which no unworthy thought couM ftam i <; ( 227 ) But if it has been taagbt by thmcg To forfeit both Its word and oath^ Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet fend me home mflteart and ey^, ■ That I may fee and knot? thylies; And laugh one day pierhaps when thour" Shalt grieve for one , ' Thy love will fcorn. And prove as falfe as thou art now. S ON G in. WH I L S T I fondly view the charmer^ Thus the God of love I fue. Gentle Cv/iV» pray difarm her» Qifii/, if you love me, do : Of a thoufand fweets bereave her, Rob her neck, her lips and eyes. The remainder (lill will leave her Power enough to tyrannize. Shape and feature, flame and paffion. Still in every breaft will move. More is fupererrogation, Meer idolatry of love : You may drefe a world of ChUes In the beauties (he can fpare » Hear him CufU, who no foe is To your altars, or the fair. Foolifh mortal, pray be eafy. Angry CupU made reply, J}o F/oreIia*s charms difpleafe you. Die then, foolifh mortal, die ; ' Fancy not that I'll deprive her ■'' • ; . Of the captivating (lore ; Sliepherd, no, PIl rather give hef Xwcnty thouiand beauties moi4^ - ' L6 i" - "Nflv^ ( 22» ) Were FUreiU prood aad kmr, Ap; CO mock i lover's cue ; Jbfu/ cheo yoj'd pny liuc pover Shou*J bs ukcB fmn the fair : £li: tho I (s^eid z blemxih o>r ber^ No relief hi Oat yoa'U iad ; S!'!l, food ihepberd, yoa^ll adore ber For tbe bcaoties of bcr miiul. SONG IV. T£ N years, like Tri^, my ftubboni bean Wiibftood cb* aflault of fond defirc i Bat now, alas ? I feel a fmart. Poor I, like Tr9f, am iet on fire. With care we nay a pile fecure. And from all common fparks defend : But oh I who can a houfe fecare. When the coeleilial flames defceod. Thu3 was I fafe, *till from yoar tyc$ J)cilru£live fires are brightly given ; A\\ f who can Ihun the warm furpsife. When lo f the light'ning comes from- beaTen.* SONG V. WII ll S T I gaze on CJb/oe trembling. Straight her eyes my fate declare i When (lie fmilcs 1 fear diiTcmbling, When fhc frowns I then dcfpair. Jealous of fome rivnl lover, If .1 wanJring look (he give ; Fain I would rcfclve to leave her, iiut can fouiicr ccafe to live. . Why fliouUi I conceal my paffion. Or the lo'-mcnts I endure ? I will difch fc my inclination: Awful dillance yields no cur«. ^>\\^ ( *29 ) Sure it is not io her oatare. To be cruel to her flavc ? She is too divine a creature To deflroy what Ihe can fave. Happy *s he whofe inclination Warms but with a gentle heat : Never mounts to raging paHioD* Love*s a torment if too great. When the dorm iaonce blown over. Soon the ocean quiet grows ; But a conftant faithful lover Seldom meets with true repoie. ' — i^— — „— ,^,— I— — i^i^^ SONG VI. My days have been fo wond'rous free^ The little birds that fly. With carelcfs eafe, from tree to tree. Were but as bleA as L Ask gliding waters, if a tear Of mine increasM their itream ; Or ask the flying gales, if e'er I lent a flgh to them. But now my fornver days retire. And Tm by beauty caught: The tender chains of fweet defire Are fixt upon my thought. An eager hope within my bread Does every doubt concroul ; And lovely Nanfy Hands confeft The favourite of my foal. Ye nightingales, ye twilling pine9» Ye fwains that haunt the grove^ Ye gentle e(;(;hoes, breezy winds. Ye clofe retreats of love ; With all of nature, all of art» AflUt the dear deiign, O teach a young unpraQis'd begrtj^ . To mdke her ever )Qine. ^T!!^ « ' ( ajo ) • The very thought of change I hate^ • As mach as of defpair. And hardly covet to be great, Uoleis it be for her, *Tis troe the paffion in mv mind Is mixt with foft diftreis ; Yet while the fair I love is kind, I cannot wifh it lefs. SONG VII. AL L in the D^^wm the ileet was moor*d. The dreamers waving in the wind^ When black-eyed Sufan came on board s Gh I where (hall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial Tailors, tell me true. If my fWeet William fails among the crew. William^ who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro ; Soon as her well-known voice he heard. He iigh^d, and cafl his eyes below : The cord Aides gently thro' his glowing hands^ And quick as lightning on the deck he Aands. So the fweet lark» high pois*d in air, Shuts clofe his pinions to his breaA, (If chance his roace^s (brill voice he hear] And drops at once into her neil : The noble it captain in the Britijh fleet Might envy William'^ lips thofe kiiles fwTSt. . O ^ufan^ Sufan, lovely dear I My vows (ball ever true remain. Let me kiis off that falling tear, Wc only part to meet again : Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart (hall be] The raicbful compafs that ftill points at thee. Believe not what the landmen fay, Whp tempt with doubts thy condani mind ; They^ tell, the Ciilors when away, Jk cv'ry port A jniOreis &ad : ^t.Vi Yesy yes,; bdieve them when th^ tell thee ib» For thM Urt prefent wherefoe^er I go : .'<«. If ^^ fair /«dSfa*s coaft we ikil, Thy eyes are feen in diamonds bright. Thy breath is Africfi fpicy gale. Thy skin is ivory fo white ; Thus vitfj beaateons objed that I view» Wakes in my fool fome charms of lovely Zut. Tho* battles call me tit>m thy aroH, I>et not my pretty Sufan motirDy Tho* cannons roar» yet fafe from harms, William ihall to his dear return. Love turns afide the balls that round me ^, Leil precious tears ihould drop from Sufoffz eye. The boatfwain gave the dreadful word. The fails cheir fwelliog bofom fpread. No longer muft (he (lay aboard ; They kifsM ; (he (igh*d ; he hung his head : Her leaning boat unwiSing rows to land» Adieu» (he cries ; and wavM her lilly hand. SONG VIII. SW ££ T are the charms of her I love. More fragrant than the damask rofe. Soft as the down of turtle dove» Gentle as winds when Zephyr blow9» Refrefliing, as defcending rains To fun-burnt climes and thirfty plains. Tiue as the needle to the pole. Or as the dial to the fun, Conftant as gliding waters roll, Whofe fwelling tides obey the moon i From every other charmer free. My life and ioye (hall £)Uow thee, Thjt \ ( 2^2 ) The lamb the flowry thyme <hvo«in^ The dam the tender kid purfuei. Sweet Philomtlf in fhady bowers Of verdant fpring, her note renews y All follow what they moft admire. As I purfue my fours deiire. Nature mud change her beauteooa face» And vary as the feafons rife » As winter to the fpring gives place, Summer th* approach of ant umn flies* No change on love the ieaibns brings Love only knows perpetual fpring. Devouring time, with ftealing pace» Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow ; "And marble towers and walls of brais In his rude march he levels iow ; But time, deQroying far and wide, Love from the foul can ne*er divide. Death only with his cruel dart The gentle Godhead can remove. And drive him from the bleeding heart To mingle with the bleft above. Where known to all his kindred train. He finds a lading it^ from pain. Love and his fider fair the foul. Twin-born from heaven together came : Love will the univerfe controul. When dying leafons lofe their name ; Divine abodes ihall own his power, When time and death Ihall be no more. S O N G ' IX. FAIR Iris and her fwain Were in a fhady bower. Where Thirjis longrin vain Had fought the happy hooii Ik. Kv ( ^33 ) At length his hand advancing . Upon her fnowy bread. He iaid, O ! kifs me longer. Longer yet and longer. If you would make me bleft; Iris. An eafy yielding maid By trufting is uitfione. Our (ex is oft betray 'd By granting love too feon ; If you deiire to gain me» Your fofferings to redrefs. Prepare to love me longer. Longer and yet longer. Before you fhali poiTefs. T H I & 3 1 •• The little care yoii (how Of all my forrows paft, Makes death appear too ^w. And life too long to laft ; Oh, Iruf kifs me kindly. In pity of my fate. Fair /r/j, kifs me kindly* Kindly ftill and kiadfy. Before it be too hue* Iris. Yoa fondly court your bfift, . And no advances make s 'Tis not for maids to kifi. But *tis for men to take : So you may kifs me kindly. And I will not rebell, » . Tiirfis may ki(& me kindly, ... Kindly ftill and kindly i But never kifs and tell. ALTBRNATfVt. And may I kifs you kindly ? Tesyou may kifs me iimiiyt And kJndJ>^ ftilJ and kindly \ ■■ ^i^^ind/jp/i and kindLy. hs^ \ ( 234 ) And will you not rebell ? And 1 will not rehell^ Then, love, 1*11 kifs tliee kindl/. Kindly flill Ind kindly ; But never kifs and tell. SONG X. AH ! bright Belinda, hither fly. And fuch a light difcover. As may the abfent fun fupply, And chear the drooping lover. Arife, my day, with fpeed arife. And all my forrows banifh : Before the fun of thy bright eyes. AU gloomy terrors vaniih. No longer let me figk in vain» And curfe the hoarded treafure : Why fliould you love to give us pain, WJiCD you were made for pleafurc \ The petty powers of hell dcftroy i To fave^s the pride of heaven : To you the firfl, if you prove coy ; If kind, the laft is given. The choice then fure*s not hard to make. Betwixt a good and evil : Which tide had you rather take. My Goddife^ or, my divilt SONG XL FI E f Uxa^ fcorn the little arts. Which meaner beauties ufe. Who think they ne*er fecure our hearts, Unlc& tbey ftill refufc % kt^ ( *35 ) Are cpy and (hy ; will feem to frowDf To raife our paffion higher ; But when the poor delight is knowo^ It quickly palls defire. Come, let's not trifle time away. Or flop yoQ know not why ; Your bluflies and your eyes betray What death you mean to die f Let all your maiden fears be gone. And love no more be croft : Ah ! Liza, when the joys are knowo^ You*ll curie the minutes pait SONG XII. BE wary, my Ce/ia, when diadon fues, Thefe imts are the bane of yonr charms : Beauty, play*d aeainft reafon, will certainly lofe. Warring naked with robbers in arms. Voung Damon, defpis'd for his pkunnei? of .parts. Has worth that a woman would prize i He*ll run the race out, tho' he heavily SaxtMf And Sftance the (hort-winded mnft. Yovlt/ooI h a faint in the temple of love. And kneels all his life there to pray ; Your *wtt but looks in, and makes hade to remove, 'Tis a ftage he but takes in his way. SONG XIII. STE LLJ and Flavia every hoiir# Do various hearts furprife ; In Siel/a^s foul lies all her power. And F/avia's in her eyes. More boundlefs F/aviaU conquelb are. And Stel/a^s more confin*d : ^ All can difcern a face that*s fair» tBut few a lovely mind. ^t«Ua> ( ^36) Stella^ like Briiairtt monarch, reigni 0*er cultivated lands ; Like eaflern tyrants, Flawa deigns To rule o*er barren fands. Then boa ft, fair Fla'vin^ boaft thy face. Thy beauties only ftore : Thy charms will every day decreaff. Each djiy gives Stella more. SONG XIV. OF all the girls that are fo fmart. There's none like pretty Sallj^ i She is the darling of my heart. And fhe lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half fo fweet as Saify i She is the darling of my hc&rt. And ihe lives in our alley. Her &dier he makes cabbage nets. And through the ftreets docs cry ^m l Her mptikcr Htk fells laces long, To fuch as pleaie to buy^ *em : But fure fuch folks couM ne>r beget So fweec a girl as Snily ; She is the darling of my heart. And flie lives in our alley. When (he is by, I leave my work, I love her fo fmcerely ; My mafter comes like any Turh^ And bangs me moli feverely : But let him bang his belly fuli^ ril bear it all for Sally ; She is the darling of my heart. And fhe lives in our alley. Of all the days are in the week^ I dearly love bat one day, KtyA ( ^Z7 ) And that^s the day thAt comes betwixt The Saturday and Mondetf, For then I*m draft all in my beR, To walk abroad with Sully y She is the darling of my hearty And (he lives in our alley. My mafter carries me to churchy And often am I blamed, Becaufe I leave him in the lurchy As foon as text is named : I leave the church in fermon-time. And flink away with Sally ; She is the darling of my heart. And (he lives in our alley. When Chriftmafs comes about again, O! then I (hall have money ; ril hoard it up, and box it all, And give it lo my honey : And wou'd it were ten thoufand pound, I'd give it all to Salty ; She is the darling of my heart. And (he lives in our alley. My mailer and the neighboars all Make game of me and Sally^ And (but for her) Td better be A Have and row a galley ; But when my feven long years are out, O ? then ril marry Sally^ O I then we^ll wed, and then we'll bed. But not in our alley. SONG XV. WOULD you have a young virgin of fifteen years. You mud tickleher fancy withfweet and dears. Ever toying and playing, and fweeiLy fwQCl\^ Sing a, Jove-foDuct, and charm hex CAX% \ ' ,^ ( 238 ) Wittfly, prettily talk her down. Chafe her, and praife her if fair or broWD s Sooth her and fmooth her. And teafe hei and pleafe her. And touch but her fmicket, and all's your own. Do ye hncy a widow» well known in men. With the front of aflurance come boldly on ; Be at her each moment, and briskly briskly Put her in mind, how her time fteals on : Rattle and prattle altho* (he frown, Roufc her and toufe her from mom till noon. And (hew her fome hour You are able to grapple. And get but her writings, and all^s your own. Do ye fiincy a punk of a humour free, Thaf s kept by a fumbler of quality. You muft rail at her keeper, and tell her, tell her. That pleafure^s beft charm is variety ; Swear her much fairer than all the town. Try her and ply her when Cu/I/i gone. Doe her and jog her. And meet her and treat her. And ki(8 with a guinea, and all's your own. SONG XVI. She. OH love ! if a God thou wilt be. Do juftice in favour of me s For yonder approaching I fee, A man with a beard. Who, as I have heard. Hath often undone Poor maids that have none. With filing and toying, Aod'cmng and lyingn And fuch kind 01 fwlery. ( ^39 ) Hfi. Fair maid, by your leave. My heart does receive I ScraDge pleafure to meet you here ; Pray tremble oot (o. Nor offer to go, ■ rn do you no l^atm I fwear, 1*11 do you no harm I fwear. V My mother is (pinnine at home, '': My father works hard at the loom. And we are a milking come ; Their dinner they want i Then pray ye. Sir, don'i A" Make more ado on't. Nor give us affront ; We're none of the towrt k-. Will ly down for a crown, . Then away. Sir, and give us room. He. f By Phatbtts and Jove^ , By honour and love, I'll do thee, dear fweet, no harm ; YeVe as firefli as a rofe, I want one of thofe ; Ah I how fuch a wife wou'd charm. Ah I how fuch a wife wou'd charm. I . She. f And can you then like the old rule. Be conjugal, honeft and dull, And marry* and look like a fool ; For I muft be plain,. All tricks are in vain ; There's nothing can gain What you wou*d obtain. Like moving and proving, I By wedding, true lovii^ \ JAyldballesLTBtSLtkhooh X\ ( 240 ) He. ril do'c by this hand, I^ve houfes and land, Eflate too in good free hold ; My dear, let us joyo. It all (hall be thine, BeHdes a good purfe of gold, Beiidet a good parfe of gold. She. You make me to bluih now, I vow. Ah me ! (hall I baulk my cow f But iince the late oath you have fwore. Your foul (hall not be In danger for me; i ril rather agree Of two to make three : WeMl wed, and weMl bed, There*8 no more to be (aid. And ril ne'er go a milking more. SONG XVII. M;AIDEN, frefh as a rofe. Young, buxom, and full of jollhy. Take no fpoufe among beaux, Fond of their raking quality ; He who wears a long bufb, All powder'd down from his pericrane. And with nofe full of fnufh, Snuffles out love in a merry vein. Who, to dames of high place. Does prattle like any parrot too i Yet with doxies a brace At night pigs in a garret too ; Patrimony out- run. To make a fine fhow to carry thee : Plainly, '/iend, tlaouM imdoti^ 2f facb SL creature marry i\icc. ( HI ) Then, for fear of a bribe. Of flattering noife and vanity, Yoak a lad of our tribe, He*ll fliew the befl homanity : FUihy thou wilt find love. In civil as well as fecular ; Bat when, the fpirit doth move. We hav» a gift particular. Tho' our gravenefs is pride. That boobys the more may venerate. He that gets a gooKd bride. Can jump when he's to generate; OflT ihen goes the difguife. To bed in his arms he*ll carry thee ; Then to be happy and wife. Take yea and nay to marry thee. r SONG XVIII. LAST Sunday at faint James*$ pny^TS, The prince and princefs by, I, drefs*d all in my whale-bone airs» Sat in a clofet nigh. I bowM my knees, I held my bqpk^ Read all the anfwers o*er ; Bat was pervertcki by a look, Which piercM me from the door. High thoughts of heaven I came to ufe. VMh the devouteft care ; WhiCi gay young Strepbon made me lofe. And all the raptures there. He wait to hand me to my chair. And bowM ^ith courtly grace ; But whifperM love into mine ear. Too warm for that grave place. Love, love, faid he, by all ador'd. My tender heart has won : But I grew peevifh at the word, J?€£i'd ha might be gone. ( 242 ) He went quite oat of fight, while I A kinder anfwer meant ; Nor did I for my fins than day. By half io much repent. I SONG XIX. LOVE, thou aft the beft of human joyt^ Our chiefeft happinefs below ; All other pleafures are but toys, Mufick without thee is but noife. Beauty but an empty (how. Heaven that knew beft what men coa*d morc^ And raife his thoughts above the brute. Said, let him be, and let him love. That only muft his foul improve. However philofophers difpuce. SONG XX. DESPAIRING befide a clear fb-eana, A (hepherd forfaken was laid ; And while a falfe nymyh was his theme, A willow fupported his head. The wind that blew over the plain. To his fighs with a figh did reply ; And the brook in return to his pain. Ran mournfully murmuring by. Alas ! filly fwain that I was ; ( Thus (adly complaining he cry*d) When Aril I beheld that fair face, 'Twere better by far I had dy'd : She talk'd, and I bleft her dear tongue, When (he fmiPd it was pleafure too great | I liften*d, and crvM when fhe fung. Was nightingale ever (b fweet f How foolifh was I to believe. She could 4oat on fo lowly a clown. Or ( 243 ) Or that her food heart would not grieve, ^ . To forfake the fine folk of the town ; ■ , . To think that a beauty fo gay, ''^ So kind and fo condant would prove | Or go clad like our maidens in gray. Or live in a cottage on love ? ^ What tho^ I have skill to complain, .Tho' the mufes my temples have crown M, What tho* when they hear my foft ftraks. The virgins fit weeping around ? Ah Colin / thy hopes are in vain, Thy pipe and thy laurel refign. Thy fair one inclines to a fwain, Whofe mufick is fweeter than thine. All you my companions fo dear, - Who forrow to fee me betrayM, Whatever I fufFer, forbear. Forbear to accufe the falfe maid, Tho* thro' the wide world I (hou'd range, ^' -'Tis in vain from my fortund to fly j * 'Twas hers to be falfe and to cnange, 'Tis mine to be confiant and die. If while my hard fate I fufiain. In her breafl any pity is found, . Let her come with the nymphs of the plain^ And fde me laid low in the ground : The laft huq^ble boon that I crave, - ^ Is to iha<ki me with cypiefs and yew ; And when^fhe looks down on my grave. Let heEJJtvn that her (hepherd was true. " Then to her new love let her go. And deck her in golden array ; Be fineft at every fine (how. And frolick ic all the long day. While Colin^ forgotten and gone. No more (hall be talked of or feen, Unleis when beneath the pale moon. His ghoft ihall glide over the grecB. Ma SONGT f ■/ ( 244 ) SONG xxr. J ' 1'^ WAS when the feas were roaring ^ With hollow blafb of wind, A damfel lay deploring, All on a rock reclinM. Wide o*er the roaring billowsy She cad a wifhful look ; Her head was crownM with willows, That trembled o*er the brook. Twelve months were gone and over^ And cine long tedious days ; Why didft thou, vent'rous lover. Why did It thou trufl the Teas f Ceafe, ceafe then, cruel ocean. And let my lover reft : Ah ! what^s thy troubled motion. To that within my bread ? The merchant robbM of treafure. Views tcmpcfts in defpair ; But what's the lofs of treafure. To lofing of my dear ! Should you fome coad be laid on. Where gold and diamonds grow, VouM find a richer maiden. But none that loves you fo. How can you fay thayiature ^- Has nothing made m vain ; Why then beneath the water Do hideous rocks remain -? No eye thefe rocks difcover. That lurk beneath the deep. To wreck the wandring lover. And leave the maid to weep. All melancholly lying, Thus waird fhe for her dear, Repay'J each blall with /ighing, f^cb billow with a uai ; { H5) , When oVr the white waves ftooping^ His floating corps flie fpy'd t Then like a lilly drooping. She bow'd her head, and dyM. SONG XXII. REMEMBER, Damon, you did tetl^ .- 1a chaility you lov^d me well ; But now, alas ! I am undone. And here am left to make my moan : To doleful (hades I will remove, Since I|m defpis'd by him I love, Wbere'poor forfaken nymphs are feeo^ la lonely walks of willow green. Upon my dear's deluding tongue, Such ibS perfuafiive language hung. That when his words had filence broke. You wou*d nave thought an angel fpoke. Too happy nymph, whoe'er (he be, That now enjoys my charming he ; For oh I I fear it to my coil, She*^s found the heart that I have loft. Beneath the fairefl flower on earth, A fnake may hide, or take its birth i So his falfe bread, conceal it did His heart, the fnake that there lay hid, *Ti8 falfe to fay, we hnppy arc. Since men delight thus to enfnare ; In man no woman can be bled. Their vows are wind, their love a jell. Ye Gods, in pity to my grief. Send me my Datnon, or relief ; Recurn.the wild delicious boy. Whom once I thought my fpring of joy : But whilfl Vm begging of this biifs, Methinks I hear you anfwer thus. When Damon has erijofd^ hi files, Jf^^/etj &im, /o^ej.;. who lo^vu Km, ixtu ( h6 ) There's not a bkd that haunts the grove^ But is a witnefs of my love : Now all the bleeters on the plain Seem fympathizers in my pain i Eccho's repeat my plaintive moans $ The waters imitate my groans ; The trees their bending boughs recline. And droop their heads as I do mine. \ SONG XXIII. ON a bank befide a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pilloWj Sad Jmynta fighM alone : Prom the chearlefs dawn of morning. Till the dews of night returning. Singing, thus (be made her moaoy Hope is banifhM, Joya are vanifh*d, Damon my belov*d is gone» Time, I dare thee to difcover Such a youth and fuch a lover : Oh I fo truei fo kind was he I Damou was the pride of nature. Charming in hb every feature i Damon liv d alone for me ; Melting kifle% Murm'ring blifles, Who fo liv*d and lovM as we f Never (hall we cnrfe thje morning. Never blefs the night returning. Sweet embraces to reilore ; Never (hall we both lydying, Nature failing, love fupplying AH the joys he drainM bcfoie : To befriend me, I^eath, come, end me. Love and D^nK^n ate no moit. ^O \\ C H7 ), SONG XXIV. ALEX IS ihunn*d his feHow fwain*. Their rural fports and jocund ftrains^ (Heaven guard us all from Cupid*s bow ;) He lofl his crooic, he left his flocks. And wand 'ring thro* the lonely rocks, . He nourifh'd endlefs woe. The nymphs and fliepherds round him came^ His grief Tome pity, others blame $. The htsil caufe all kindly feek : He mingled hk concern with theirs. He gave them Hack their friendly tears,. He £gh'd ; but could not fpeak. C/arinda came among the reft. And (he too, kind concern expreft. And ask*d the reafon of his woe > She ask*d ; but with an air and mein„ As made it eafily forefeen. She fear'd too much to know. The Ihepherd raisM his mournful head;. And will you pardon me^ he (aid. While I the cruel truth reveal ; Which nothing from my breaft (hould tear^ Which never mould offend your ear» But that you bid me tell.. *Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain,. Since you appear*d upon the plain ; You are the caufe of all my care : Your eyes ten thoufand dangers dart ; Ten thoufand torments vex my heart ; I love, and I defpair. Too much, Jlexis, I have hoard, *Tis what I thoueht, *tis what 1 fear'd ; And yet 1 pardon you, (he cry'd ; But you (hall promife, ne'er again To breathe your vows, or fpeak yo\lt l^2Ati« He bow'd, ob€y% and dy*d« ( 248 ) SONG XXV. WH Y fe pale asd wan, fond lover | Prithee, why fo pale ? Will, when looking well can^t move her^ liOoking ill prevail ? . Prithee, why fo pale ? Why fo dull and mute, yoang finner ? Prithee, why fo mute f Will, when fpeaking well can't win her ? Saying nothing do*t ? Prithee, why fo mute ? Quit, quit for (hame ; this will not move^ This cannot take her ; Xf of herfelf (he will not love, " Nothing can make her : The devil take her. i j ■■!■■■ Ml ■■ I ' I II — 1— 1— — ^wi— ^iwi SONG XXVI. MY friend and I, We drank whole pifs pott Full of fack up to the brim : I drank to my friend. And he drank his pot. So we put about the whim : Three bottles and a quart We fwallowM down our throat, (But hang fuch puny fips as thefe ;) We laid us all along, Wit-h our mouths unto the bung. And tlpt whole hoglheads off with eafe« I heard of a fop That drank whole tankards, StiPd himfelf the prince of fots : But I fay now, hang Such fiUy drunkards, MeJc their Wagons, break thQir ]goU. My ••■•■* I f 249^ ) My friend and I did join For a cellar full of wine. And we drank the vintner out of door > We drank it all up In a morning, at a fup. And greedily rov'd about for more» My friend to me Did make this motion. Let us to the vintage skip : Then we embark'd Upon the ocean» Where we found a ^fantft> fliip Deep laden with wine. Which was fuperfine. The failors fwore five hundred tun ; • We drank it ail at Tea, E'er we came unto the key. And the merchant fwore he was quite undoneJ My friend, not having Quench'd his thiril. Said, let's to the vineyards hafle : Straight then we faird To the Canaries^ Which afforded jud a tafie ; From thence unto the Rhine, Where we drank up all the wine. Till Bac<hus cry'd. Hold ye fots, or ybu die^ And fwore he never fbund^ In his univerfal round. Such thirfly fouls as my friend and I^ Out fie f crys one. What a beaft he makes htm. He can neither ftand' not go t ^ ' Out you beaft, you, You're much miftakcn, When e'er knew you a beaft drink fo ?^ 'Tis when we drink the leaft. That we drink mcft like a bead ; Bat when we caroufe it fix in ikwvi \ . M.S-' ■ -^ -r^^ • ( 250 ) •Tis then, and only then, 7'hat we drink the moll like n)en» When we drink till* we can neither go nor Hand. SONG xxvir. LE T foldlers fight for prey or praife^ And money be the mifer's wiib. Poor fcholars fludy all their days, And gluttons glory in their di(h : '7// iMine^ ^pure <wine re'vt'vts fad fouls V therefore fill us tbi chearing hgtuls* Let minions marfhal every hair. And in a k>ver'8 lock delight. And artificial colours wear : Pure wine is native red and white : '7/i ««;/»/, &c. The backward fpirit it makes brave. That lively which before was dull ; Opens the heart that loves to fave, And kindnefs flows from cups brim-fuU : *7V/ 'winet &c. Some men want youth, and others healthy. Some want a wife, and fome a punk. Some men want wit, and others wealth ; But they want nothing that are drunk : 'Tir/ nuine^ fun *wine rfviojes fad fouli } Therefore give us the chearing howls. SONG XXVIII. FArewell, my bonny,, bonny, witty, pretty Maggy, And a^ the rofy laiTes milking on the down ; ^dieu the flowry meadow5, aft fee dear to Jocky^ The fports and merry glee oi Edinhoroiu town :* Since French and Spanifh louns Hands at bay. And valiant lads of Britain hold 'em play, My reap-hook I miaun call quite away, *» And hght too like a man, « Amcsig 'em for our royal q^icca -dnni . ItvSsv ( 251 ) Each carle of hijh mettle battles Uke a dragon : The Germant waddle, and ilraddle to the drum I The Italian and the butter bowzy Hogan Mogan : Good-faith (hen, ScQtiJh Jocky mauna \y at hame : For fince they are ganeing to hunt renown. And fwear they!!! quickly ding add Monfieur dov^, IMl follow for a pluck at his crown. To fliew that Scotland can Excel *em for our royal queen Jnne. Then welcome from Vigo:, And cudgelling Don Diego^ With (Irutting rafcallions. And plundering; the galleons : Each brisk vahant fellow Fought at Rondondello^Wi And thofe who did meet With the Ntwfound'land fleet | When for late fuccefTes, Which Europe confefies. At land by our gallant commanders ;. The Dutch in ftrong beer, Sho^*d be drunk for a year. With their general's health & Flanders. SONG XXIX. 1r^ H E ordnance a-board« I Such joys does afford,. As no mortal, no mortal,, no mortal. No mortal e'er more can defire : Each member Tepairs From the tower to the (lairs. And by water njubuft}^ and by water nmhufit^ By water they all go to fiit. Of each piece that's a fhore. They fearch from the bofc j- And to proving, to proving, to proving,-. To proving they go in fair weaihec ', '( 25a ) Their glaflei are large» And whenever they aifcharge. There's a bo9 huzza, a ho9 huzza, a ho§ YvaoBOLi Guns and bumpers go off together. Old Fulcan for Mars^ Fitted tools for his wars. To enable him, enable him, enable him. Enable him to conquer the fader : But MarSf had he been Upon our tf^ooliuicb green. To have heard boo huzza, boo huadea, bo^ hiuuEi, He'd have ownM great Mariborougb his maftcr. SONG XXX. LE A V E off your foolifh prating. Talk no more of IVhrg and Tory, But drink your gla/s. Round let it pals. The bottle (lands before ye. Fill it up to the top. Let the night with mirth be crownM, Drink about, fee it out, ^Love and friendihip dill go roond. If claret be a bleiHng, This night devote to pleafure ; Let worldly cares. And date affairs. Be thought on at more leifure : Fill it up to the top, Let the night with joy be crown'd^ Drink about, fee it out. Love and friendfhip (liil go round, If any is fo zealouf, ^o ht a party-minion. Let him drink like me. We'll foon agree. And be of one opinion : 4 *ai ( 253^ ) Fill your glafs, name your lafs,. See her health go fweetly round. Drink about, fee it out, Let the night with joy be crownM. SONG xxxr. WE'LL drink, and we'll never have done, boys*' Put the glafs then around with the Can, boy&* Let ApolWi example invite us. For he* 8 drunk tstxy night. That makes hint fo bright. That he's able next morning to light us*. Drinking^s a chriilian diverfion. Unknown to l^urk and the Perfian :■ Let Mahometan foois Live by heacheniih rules, And dream o'er their tea-pots and coffee ;. While the brave Britons fing. And drink healths to their king^ And a fig for their /«//«» zxAfopby. wm SONG XXXIL WHILE the lover is thinking. With my friend I'll be drinking^ And with vigour purfue my delight ; W hile the fool is dengning,. His fatal confining. With Bacchus I'll fpend the whole night. With the God I'll be jolly. Without madnefs and folly. Fickle woman to marry implore ; Leave mv bo tile and friend^ For fo foolifh an end \ When I do> may I neves dxink OAOrc.^ SON^ V ( 254 ) SONG xxxriL CE L I ^, let not pride undo you. Love and life fly fwifcly oa 2 Let not D.:n:on ilill purfue you. Still in vain, till love is gone : See how fair the uioozning rofe is^ See by all how juHly priz'd ! But when it its beauty iofes. See the withcr'd thing defpis'd*. When thefe charms that youth have lent you^ Like the rofes are decayed,. Cilia y youMI too- late repent you. And be fbrc*d to die a maid ! Die a maid ! die a maid I die a maid ! Ctlia^ you'll -too late repent you. And be forc'd to die a maid f SONG. XXXIV. I*LL range around the fhady bowers^. And gjther all the fweetefl iiowen ; 1*11 i( rip the garden and the grove. To make a garland for my love. When in the fultry heat of day. My thirty nymph does panting Ty, I'll haften to the fountain's brink, And drain the flream that (he may drink. At night, when fhe (hall weary prove* A grafly bed TJl make my love, And with green boughs 1*11 form a (hade, . That nothing may, her reil invade. And whilfl diflblvM in (leep (he lyes, My(elf (hall never clofe thefe eyes ; Sut easing (lill with fond delight, l*n watch my charmer all the m'ght; -.•3 C ^55 ) And then, as foon as chearful day Difpells the gloomy (hades away. Forth to the foreft Til repair. And find provifion for my fair. Thus will. I fpend the day and night. Still mixing pleafure with delight ; Regarding nothing I endure. So I can eafe for her procure. But if the maid whom thus I lore, ShouM e*er unkind and faithlefs prove« I'll feek fome difaial diilant (hore. And never think of woman more. SONG XXXV. TH O* cruel you feem to my pain; And hate me becaufe I am true i Yer, Pbillis^ you love a falfe Twain, Who has other nymphs in his view. Enjoymtt^t'^s a trifle to him,. ' To mq what a heaven it would be i, To him but a woman you feem. But ah ! you*re an angel to me :. Thofe lips which he touches in haft^ To them I for ever could grow. Still clinging around that dear waifl. Which he fpanns as befide him yoa go •■ That arm, like a lilly fo white. Which over his (boulders you lay. My bofom could warm it all night. My lips they would prefs it all day* Were I like a monarch to reign. Were graces my fubjedb to be, rd leave them, and fly to the plain,. To dwell in a cottage with thee* Bat mi mull feel thy difdain, Ir tears cannot cruelty drown. Of let me not live in this pain, ■fC '' 2- ^^ ff ^^ '^ "^y ^^^ ^ ^ frown* S ON-&' ■ ■■ .V ' . •■■■' < n- ( ^6S) SONG XXXVI. FROM rofy bowers, where deeps the god of lovCt Hither, ye little waiting Cupids^ fly ; 1 each me, in foft melodious fong. to move With tender p ifTion my be«art'& darling joy ;. Ah ! let the foul of muiick tune my voice. To win dear Strephofty. who my foul enjoy 8« Or if more influencing Is^ to be brisk and airy. With a flep and a bound. And a frisk from the ground, ril trip like any fairy : As once on IJa dancing, Were three celeflial bodies. With an air and a face. And a fhape and a grace. Let me charm like beauty's goddefs. Ah ! ah I 'tis in vain, 'tis all in vain. Death and defpair mud end the fatal pain ; Culd defpair, difguis'd like fnow and rain. Falls on my breaft ; black winds in tempeds blow ? My veins all fhivcr, and my fingers glow ; My pulfe beats a dead march for lotl repofe. And to a folid lump of ice my poor fond heart is froascl Or fay, ye powers, my peace to croWD^ Shall I ihaw my felf, or drrvvn Amongd the foaming billows, Increaiing all with tears I (hed ; On beds of Ooze and chriflal pillowt Lay down my lovt fick head ? No, no, IM llraight run mad. That foon my heait will warm ;. When once the fcnfe is fled. Love has no power to charm : Wild thro' the woods I'll fly. My robes and locks fhall thus be tore ; A thoufand thoufand deaths I'll die, £*er thus in vain ! e'er thus ia vain adore. SON^ ( ^57) SONG XXXVII. OH ! lead me to fome peaceful gloom^ Where none but fighing loven comej: Where the (hrill trumpets never found, 3uf one eternal hufh. goes round. There let me (both my pleaiing paio,^ And never think of war again ; What glory can a lover have To conquer^ yet be IHU a flave f rtMMIBMIlMk SONG XXXVIII. OH ? lead me to fome peaceful roomt Where none but honeft fellows come^ Where wives loud cluppers never found, £at an eternal laugh goes round. There let me drown in wine my pain^ And never think of home again :. What comfort can a husband have» To rule the houfe where he*s a flave. SONG XXXIX. PIOUS Selinda goes to prayers^ • If I but ask a favour ; And yet the tender fooKs in teart. When (he believes I'll leave her. Would I were free from this reftraint. Or elfe had hopes to win her ; Would (he couM make of me a faint. Or I of her a finner. ■««M«iih SONG XL. SE E, fee, (he wakes, Sabina wakes. And now the fun begina to rife ; Lefs glorious is the morn that breaks From his bright beams,, than hec fair eyes. With ^ith Hgbt united, day. they give ; fiut different fdtes e*er night fulfil : How many by his warmth will live f How many will her coldnefs kill ! SONG XU. YOUNG Cofjiion and PhiUu Sat in a lovely grove. Contriving crowns of lillies. Repeating tales of love, jUd fimttbtHg elfe^ but what I dan Mit mumik But as they were a playing,. • She oeled fo the twain. It fav^d her plainlv faying. Let's kifs to eafe our pain, fsTc. A thoufand times he kifsM her Upon the flowery green r But as he further preft her, A pretty leg was feen, (Sfti So many beauties viewing. His ardour fiill encreaTd i And, greater joys purfuing, He wanderM o^er her breal^« (fu A lail efibrt fiie trying* huand. His paffion to with! y'd, (but 'twas faintly crying) Pray take away your hand, CS^r*. Young Corydon grown bolder, The minuces wouM improve ; This is the time, he told her. To (hew how much I love, Veu The nymph feemM almoft dyinj^ DiiTolvM in amVous heat ; She klk'df and told him fi^hvn^ My deas, your love is pcav, ^ c. ( ^59 ) Sat Philiis did recover Much Iboner than the fwain ;. She blafhing, ask*d her lover. Shall we not kifs again ? 6V. Thas love his revels keepingp. Till nature at a (land. From talk they f^ll to fleeping^ Holding each others hand, ifc* SONG xur. SE £, fee, my Seraphina Comc8«, AdomM with every grace ; Look, Godsa from your celellial dome» And view her charming face. Then fearch, and fee if you can find^ In all your facred groves^ A nymph or goddefs fo divihc* As ihe whom Strepbofi lovei* SONG XUIL S H B» 4 T) RAY now, John, let yug prevail^ J/ OoflF thy (word, and take a flail ; Wounds and blows, and fcorching heac«. Will abroad be all you*U get. He. 'Sounds f you are mad, ye fimple |ade^ Begone, and don't prate. : She. How think ye I ihall do, /^>: With Hob and Sue, " And j^6ar brats when wanting you ^ He. When I am rich with plunder. Thou my pia (ball fharc* •» .( i6o ) She. My ^are will be but (mall» I kzr. When bold dragoons have been pickering tbert^ And the flea flints ihe^Giniuutj ftrip ^em bare. ' H E, Mind your fpinningy Mend your linnen. Look CO your chceicy yoo» Your pigs and your getfe too* . Vo, nOf ru ramble out with you* He. Blood and fire, if you tire Thus my patience. With vexatipus and narrmioni^ Thumping, thumping,, thumping Is the fatal wordj^ Joamj^ Shk.. Do, do» Vm good at thumping too» Hb. Morbleau ! that huff ihall never do. She. Come, come, Johti, let's buft and be fiiendt^ Thus ilill, thus love's quarrd ends |. I my tongue fometimes let run^. But alas ! I foon have done. Hi. •Tis well you're qua(h*d» You'd elfe been thraih'd. Sure as my name is J^ohftt She. Yet fain I'd know for what You're all fo hot. To go to fight where nothing** got*. He. Fortune will prove kind. And we fhall then grow great* ( 26« ) Su B. Grow great 1 -''■ And' waht both drink ai^i meat, fVnd coin, unlefs the pamper*d frtnci'yOfjL be^lt i Ah Jfflm f take care JobM f And learn more wit, . . H E . Dare you prate ilill. At this rate fiill, Aild like a vermin. Grudge my preferment.' Shi. Vou'U beg, or get a wooden leg. He. Nay, if bawUne, catterwawlicig» Tittle tattl^ prutle prattle, Still mull iracde ^ I'll be gone, apd flraight aboard. ' > S H El!. jyo, Ao, and fo (hall HoS and Sue, Jug too, and all the ragged creW. SONG XLIV. He. . , Since times are fo bad, I mud tell thee, fweet heart, I'm thinking to leav6 off nay plough and my cart. And to the fair city a journey rll go. To better my fortune as other folks do. Since fome have from ditches. And coarfe leather breeches. Been raisM to be rulers. And waliow'd in riches. Fray thee, come, come, come, come from thy wheel |^ For if the gipiies don't lie, I (hall be a governor too e'er I die. She. Ah Ctlin ! by all thy late doings I find. With ibrrow and trouble, ths pride of thy mind i ( -262 y Oar (heep now at landom diforderly no. And now Sunday*i jacket eoes every day on } Ah ! what do'ft thou, wEat do*ft thoa, what daTft thou mean ? He. To Biake my (hoes clean, And foot it to court to the king and the qaeeo. Where, fhewing my parts, I preferment ihall win. She. Fie ! *cis better for us to plough and to ipin ; For, as to the court, when thou happen *A to try, Thou*ll find nothing got there, unlefs thou can*fl buy ; For money, the devil and alPs to be found. But no good parts minded without the good pound. He. Why, then 111 take arms, and follow alarms. Hunt honour, that now a-days plaguely cEarms. She. And fo lofe a limb \y a fhot or a blow. And curfe thy ielf after for leaving the plow. He. Suppofe I turn gamefier t She. So cheat and be bang*d« He. What think'ft thou of the road then ? Sh e. The high way to be hang*d. He. Nice pimping howe*cr yields profit for life i I'll help iome fine lord to another's fine wife* She. That^s dangerous too amongd the town crew : For fome of them will do the fame thing by yon | And then I to cuckold ye may be drawn in ; Faith, Colitti 'tis better I fit here and fpin. He. Will nothing prefer tee, what think*ft of the hw } $1! E. Oh I wbik you live, Co/in, kte^ oat of that paw. ( 2(53 ) He, rU cant and ril pr^y. She. Ah ! there*^ nought got that way ; 7faere^8 no one minds now what thefe black cattle tay^ liCt all our whole care be our farming affair. He. To make our corn grow, and our apple-trees bear* Both. Ambition^s a trade no contentment can {how. She. So 1*11 to my diftaff: He. And ril to my plow. Both Again. Xet all oar whole care, &t. w SONG XLV. He. HERE oxen do low. And apple-trees grow; Where corn is fown, And gr^fs is mown ; Fate give me for life a place. S H B-. Where hay*s well cock'd-, And udders are.ftroak'd ; Where duck and drake - Cry, quack, quack, quack ; Where turkeys lay eggs. And fwine (uckle pigs ; ph ! there would I pafs my days. He. On nought we will feed. But what we can breed : j ,:■*■ . ■*•■ f SU^% Tf" -T >• T, ■ \ (464) She. And wear on oori>acks The wool of our flocks 1 And tho* linnen feel Rough, rpan from the wheel» *Ti8 dfltniy tho* coarfe it comes. He. Town foUys and cullys. And Mollys and Dollys, For ever adieu, and for ever« She. And beaux, that in boxes. Lye fmugg^ling their doxies. With wigs that hang down to their boms. He. Good b^uye to the Qiall^ The park and canal, St. Jameses fquare, And flaunters there. The gaming-houfe too, Where high dice and low Are managed by all degrees. She. Adieu to the knight Was bubled laft night. That keeps a blowze, And beats his fpoufe. And then in great halle. To pay what he'as loft. Sends home to cut down his trees* He. And well fare the lad Improves evVy clod. Who ne'er fets his hand To bill or to bond : S H e; Nor barters his flocks For wine or the pox, S'o chouk him of half his daya« ^ 1 265 ) He. But fifhiog and fowline. And hunting; and bowling,' His paftime is ever ^d ever. She. Whofelips when ye bafs *eni^' Smell like the bean blofTom^ 3h ! he.it*s (hall have my praife. He. To tav^rnSy where goes Sow'r apples and floes^ A long adieu I And &ewell too The houCe of the great, Whofe cook has no meat, Aind butler can't quench my thirfL She. Farewell to the change. Where rantipoles range ; Farewell cold tea. And rataiie. Hide-parky where pride In coaches fide, Altho' they be choakM with duft. He. Farewell the law gown. The plague of the town. And foes of the crown, That (hou'd be run down : She. With city jack-daws. That make fiaple laws. To meafure by yards and ells. He. Stock-jobbers and fwobbers. And packers and tackers. For ever adieu, and for ever : We know what you're doing ; And home we are-goiog ; Ajiid fo you may ring your bells. N %<:i^Qi *»* ( 266 ) SONG XLVI. He. OF all comforts I mifcarried. When I play'd ihe fo.t and married, * lis a trap there's none need doubt on't ; Thofe that are in, wouM fain get oat oa't. She. Fie f my dear, pray came to b^d. That napkin take, and bind your head. Too much drink your brains have dos^d. You'll be quite alterM when repoi'd. He. 'Oons ! 'tis all one if I'm up or ly down. For as foon as the cock crows I'll be gone. She. "*Tis to grieve me. thus you leave me, Was I, was I made a wife to lye alone? He. From your arms my felf devorcing, i this morn mull ride a couriing, A fport that far excells a madam^ Or all the wives have been fince Adanu She. I, uhen thus I've loft my due. Mud hug my pillow wanting you ; And whilrt you tope it all the day. Regale in cups of harmlcfs tea. He. Pox, what care I ! drink your flops till you die \ Yonder's brandy will keep me a month from home« She. If thus parted, I'm broken hearted ; When I, when I fend for you, my dear, pray come. He. E'er I be from rambling hindred, I'll renounce my fpoufe and kindred ; 'To be fober I've no leifure, Whm's a man without hii i^ksiiuT^^ ( 26; ) Sh e. To my grief then I mud fee, . Strong wine and Nuntx my rivals be ; WhiliTyou caroufe it with your blades. Poor I fit Hitching with my maids. He. 'Sounds \ you may go to your goflbps you know. And there, if you meet with a friend, pray do. She. Go, ye joker, go, provoker. Never, never fhall I meet a man like yon; ■■II i ■ — — — ^i— i— — iMj SONG XLVIL PRETTY parrot, fay, when I was awa/. And in dull abfence pad the day. What at home was doing ? With chat and flay ^ We .rwere gay^ ■ Night and day. Good chear and mirth renemjing ; Singing, laughing ally like pretty pretty polL Was no fop fo rude, boldly to intrude. And like a faucy lover wouM Court and teafe my lady ? A thing yoK knonvt Made for Jho-w, CalPd a beaUy .j Near her ivas alnu ys ready, Ever at her call, like pretty pretty polL 'Tell me with what air, he approachM the fair. And how ihe could with patience otur. All he did and utter'd ? He ftill addrefi'd. Still carefi'd, Kifsd andprefs'd, Sungy prattl'd, I vgVd and flutter'* d I ^tU recfi'v d inaii^ like pretty frttty (>oIL N z 'BV^ J \ C 268 ) Did he go away, at the clofe of day. Or did he ever ufe to (lay. In a corner dodging ? The nvant of light , When *f*was night, SpoiPd my fight ; But I belkmi his lodging Was within her call^ like pretty pretty folL SONG XL VIII. Sung by Pinkanello, merry And'-cw to LeverigO thi Mountebank Do SI or, , H £ R £ are people and fports, Of ail fizcs and forts. Coach 'd dam/el and fjuire^ And mob in the mire, Tarpaulins, Trugmaliions^ Lords, ladies, fows babies. And loobies in fcores ; Some bawling, fome bawling, Some leering, fome fleering. Some loving, I'ome (hoving. With legions of furbelow'd nuhores : To the tavern fome go. And fome to a (how. See popets for mopets. Jack puddens for cuddens. Rope dancing, mares prancing. Boats flying, Quacks lying. Pick pockets, pick plackets, Beafts, Butchers and Beaux, Fops prattling, dice rattling. Rooks fhaming, Putts damning. Whores paiqted. Masks tainted. In tally-man's furbelow'd cloaths. The mob's joys wouM ye know. To yon mufick-houfc go, 5 See n \ ( 269 ) See taylors zxid/ailors^ Whores oily and doily. Hear mufick makes you fick ; Some skipping, fome tripping. Some fmoaking, fome joaking. Like fpiggit and tap ; • Short meafure, (Irange pleafure. Thus billing and Twilling, Some yearly get fairly Por fairings, pig pork and a clap. T^he Second Part. SE E, Sirs, fee here ! a DoSior rare. Who travels much at home ! Here take my bills, they cure all ills, Paft, prefent and to come ; The cramp, the flitch, the fquirt, the ich. The gout, the flone, the pox. The mulligrubs, the wanton fcrubs. And all Pandora*i box : Thoufands I've differed, Thoufands new eredled. And fuch cures efFe^ed, As none e*er can tell ; Let the palfie fhake ye. Let the cholick rack ye, Let the crinkrums break ye. Let the marain take ye. Take this, take this, and you are well : Thoufands, &c. • Come ixjiis fo keen, devoured with fpleen. And beaux whoVe fprain'd your backs, Great-belly'd maidi, old foundered jade?. And peppered vizard cracks ; I foon remove the pains of love. And cure the amorous maid^ ' Tho hot, the cold, the young, the old, > the living and the dead ; ^ ( 270 ) I clear the lafs with wainfcot-facCy And from pim ginets free Phimp ladies red like Saracen's head Wj-ii toping ratafee. TBis, with a jirk, will do your work. And fcour you o^er and o'er ; Read, judge, and cry ; and if you diCj Never believe me more. SONG XLIX. OH ? the charming month of May^ When the breezes Fan the trees, is Full of bloflbms fre/h and gay : O^ / the charming month of May^ Charming^ charming month of May^' Oh \ what joys our profpe£b yields When in new livery We fee every Bu(h and meadow, tree and field : Oh! lAjhatjoy, &c. Charming joys, ictl Oh \ how frefh the morning air, . When the Zephyrs And the heifers Their odorif 'rous breath compare : Oh ! hoiAffreJb, &C. Charming frejh, $cq\ Oh ! how fweet at night to dream,. On mofly pillovvf,. By the trillovvs Of a gentle purling (Iream, Oh! hoiu pweety Sec, Charming fweet ^ &€• Oh f how kind the country lafs. Who. her cow bilking, ^ Leaves her milking / LFor a green -gown on the grafs : \ I?^ / J^^w kind^ &c. Charming kind, \ f ( 271 ) Oh I how fweet it is to fpy. At the conclufion» Her deep confufion, Blaihing cheeks and down*caft eye : Oh! bowfiveeti &c. Charming f^ett^ ftc^ Oh f the charming curds and cream. When all is over, She gives her lover, "Who on the skiming-dilh carves her name..' Oh ! the charming curds and cream. Charming^ charmingt &c.. SONG L. CUP TD, God of pleafiog angui(b, Teach th* enamoured Twain to languiflv Teach him fierce defires to know. Heroes wou'd be lolt in ftory. Did not love infpire their glory. Love does all that*s great below. SONG LI. MY Ch/oef why do ye flight me. Since all you ask you have I No more with frowns aFrighc me. Nor ufe me like a flave : Good nature to difcover, Ufe well your faithful lover, ril be no more a rover, fiut conflant to my grave. Could we but change conditions. My grief would all be flown ; Were I the kind phyfician, And you the patient grown : All own you're wondVous pretty, Well fliap'd, and alfo witty. Enforced with generous pity, Thfin make my cafe your own«. *< N 4 ^Vr ;..t The Giver fwao, when dying. Has moft melodious lays. Like him, when life is flying. In fongs ril end my days : But know, thou cruel creature. My foul ikall mount the fleeter. And I fhall fing the Tweeter, By warbh'ng forth thy praife. SONG LII. * 'WN this grove my Strepbon walkt, X Here he lov*d, ana there he talkt i Here he lov'dy &c. In this place his lofs I proves A fad remembrance of our love. ' Oh ! fad remembrance of our love. In this grove my Strepbon ftray'd. Here he fmil'd, and there be tray 'd; ffere befmiPJ, &c. Every whiTpcring breeze can tell. How J, poor I believing, fell ; Ah ! by too foon believing, fell. By this ftream my Strepbon mov'd. Here he fung, and there he lov'd ; Here he fungy &c. Every ftream and every tree, Cries out, perfidious cruel he. And helpiefs poor forfaken (he. On this bank my Strepbon lean'd, A lovely foe, but faichlefs friend ; J lowy foe, &c. Ye verdant banks, each flream and grove^ O-nceyo/ous fcenes, now diCmal i^tovc^ iace Strfphott\ falfc to me and \ovt. ( 273 ) SONG LIII. TRANS PORTED with pleafar^ I gaze on my treafure. And raviih my fight ; / While (he gayly fixmiDgy My anguifh begailing. Augments my delight. How bleft is a lover» Whofe torments are over. His fears and his pain ; When beauty relenting, Repays with confenting. Her fcorn and difdain. SONG LIV. A Quire of bright beauties In fpring did appear, .« To chufe a May-Uidy To govern the year 5 All the nymphs were in white. And the fhepherds in green, \ The garland was given. And Pbillis was queen. But Pbillis refiifed it. And iighiog did fay, I']] not wear a garland, • While Pan is away* While Pan and fair Syrinx Are fled from the more. The graces are banifh'd. And love is no more : The foft God of pleafure That warm'd our define?. Has broken his bow. And excinguifhM his fires ; And vows that himfelf And his mother will mourn. Till PaJ2 and h'lr Syrinx In triumph return. N 5 '^o^^^tnX ( -74 ) Forbear your addrcfTcs, A[id court us no more ; For we will perform What the deity Twore : But if you dare chink Of deferving our charms,. Away with our (heep-hooks. And take to your arms : Then lawreh and myrtles Your brows (hall adorn. When Pan and fair Syrinx In triumph return. SONG LV. A S charming Clara walkM alone, ^\ The feather'd fnow came fofily dowo^. J-ike Joie dcfcending from his tower. Tor court her in a filver fliower : The fhining flakes flew to her breads. As little birds into their neih ; Cut being outdone with whitenefs there^. For grief diflTolv'd into a tear ; Thence flowing down her garment's hem,. To deck her froze into a gem. SONG LVl. YE beaux of plcafure, Whofe wit at leifure. Can count love's treafure. Its joy and fmart ; At my dtfire. With me retire, To know what /ire Confumes my heart. Three moons that hailed. Are hardly wafled. Since I was blaflcd Wi:h beauty's ray : ( 275 )• ' Aurora (hews ye No face fo rofie. No July pofie So frefh and gay. Her skin by nature, ' No Ermin better, Tho' that fine creature li white as fnow ; With blooming graces Adorn'd her face isy Her flowing traces As black as floe. She*s tall and flender. She's foft and tender ; Some God commend her ;> My wit's too low : « 'Twere joyful plunder. To bring her under. She's all a wonder From top to toe. Then ceafe, ye fages,. To quote dull pages. That in all ages Our minds are free : Tho' great your skill is,. So flrong the will is. My love for Pbillis. Mud ever be. SONG LVII. ON E evening as I lay A-muiing in a grove, A nymph exceeding gay Came there to feek her love ; But finding not her fwain. She fat her down to grieve. And thus (he did complain, Uow men her fex deceive. (276) Believing maids, take care , OK hSe deluding men, • Whofe pride is to enfnare Each female that they can : My perjurM Twain he fwore A thoufand oaths, to prove (As many have done before) How true he^d be to love. Then, virgins, for my fake. Ne'er trud falfe man again. The pleafure we partake. Ne'er anfwera half the pain ; . Uncertain as the feas. Is their unconftant mind. At once they burn or freeze. Still changing like the wind. When fhe had told her tale, Compaifion feizM my heart. And Cuf id did prevail With me, to take her part : Then bowing to the fair, I made my kind addrefs. And vOw'd to bear a (hare In her unhappinefs. Surpriz'd at firft (he rofe. And 11 rove from me to fly : I told her Vd difclofe For grief a remedy. Then, with a fmiling look, • t . Sfljd (he, to aff»vage the Horm, ^.^^ 1 doubt youVe undertook * A taik you can't perform. Since proof convinces bell, Fair maid, believe it true. That rage is bjt a jeil, To v^hat revenge can do: Then i'ervc him in his kind. And £t the fool again, Such chnrms were ne'er derig^**!. gjifi?/ fuck a ikithlcfs fwiua. ^ ^^^av^^ ^ ( 277 > I courted her with care. Till her foft foul gave way, . And from her breaft fb fair. Stole the fweet heart away : Then fhe with fmiles confefsM, Her mind felt no more pain. While fhe was thiis carefs*d. By fuch a lovely fwain. 4 SONG LVIII. DO not ask me, charming Pbillist Why I lead you here alone, . By this bank of pinks and lillies, . And of rofes newly Wown. 'Tis not to behold the beauty^- Of thefe flowers that crown the fpriiigj; 'Tis tO' but I know my duty. And dare never name the thing, 'Tis at worft but her denying. Why ihou'd I thus fearful be ? Every minute gently flying, Smiles and fays, make ufe of me« . What the fun does to the rofes. While the beams play fweetly in, I would— —but my fear oppofes, And I dare not name the thing. Yet I die if I 'conceal it ; Ask my eyes, or ask your own. And if neither can reveal it. Think what lovers think alone* On this bank of pinks and lilh'es. Might I fpeak what I would do, r I*wou'd— — with my lovely Phill!^^ I wou'd ; I wou'd ■ Ah \ wovx'A No>aL* C 278 ) SONG LIX. PHTL LIS the faireft of love's foes,. Tho' fiercer than a dragon, FJifi//h that fcorn'd the powder'd beaux^. What has (he now to brag on ? What has (he now to brag on ? What has Jbe^ &C. So long (he kept her limbs fo clofe^ 1 ill they have fcarce a rag on. Compeird thro* want, the wretched maid Did fad complaints begin. Which furly Strephon hearing, faid^ It was both (hame and fin. It was both ihame and fin, // twns bothy &c. To pity fuch a lazy jade, Wou'd neither kifs nor fpinJ. SONG LX. WHEN Cbloe we ply. We fwear we (hall die. Her eyes do our heart fo enthrall ;: But 'tis for her pelf. And not for herfelf ; *TJs all artifice, artifice all. The maidens are coy, They'll pifh I and they'll fit \ And fwear, if you're rude, they will call 5, ; But whifper fo low. By which you may know* 'Tis all artifice, artifice all. My deary the wives cry, If ever you die, 31^ jnarry again I ne'er (hall j But Ms than a year. Will make it appear, Ti a]/ arxificc, artififcc a\L C ^79- ) In matters of (late. And party debate, For church and for jullice w« bawl %, But if youMl attend. You'll find in the end,„ 'Tis all artifice, artifice all. •- SONG Lxr. Tfhe Par/on among the Peafe. Ov N E long Whitfun holy-day, f Holy-day, holy-day, it was a jolly day,. Young Ralphs buxom Phillida, Fhillida^ a welladay ! Met in the peafe ; They long had community. He lov'd her, fhe lovM him. Joyful unity,, nought but opportunity Scanting was wanting, Their bofoms to eafe.- But now fortune's cruelty, cruelty,. You will fee ; for as they ly In clofe hug. Sir Domine, Gfmini Gomini Chanc'd to come by, He read prayers i* the family. No way now to frame a lie. They fcar'd at old Homily^ Homily^. HomiJy, Both away fly*. Home, foon as he faw the fight. Full of fpite, as a kite runs the recubite. Like a noify Hypocrite, Hjpocri/e, Hypjocrite^ Mifchief to fay ; Save he woa'd fair Phillida, Fhillida^ Phillida dreft that holy-day; But poor Ralph, ah welladay ! WcJIdday! welladay! Turn'd waa av^ay^ ^^^ (28o) *A(ls nigs, cries Sir Domlne Gtmini Gomini; (hall a rogue flay. To baulk me. as commonl/, CoxnmoDly, commonly. Has been this way* No, I ferve the family, They know nought to blame me by, I jtad prayers and homily, HomiIy» homily. Three times a day. H SONG LXII. O W happy are we, Who trom thinking are free. That curbing difeafe of the mind. Can indulge every taflc, Love where we like bell, . Not by dull reputation confin'd. When we're young, fit to toy. Gay delights we enjoy, And have crowds of new lovers dill wooing $ When we're old and dccay'd. We procure for the trade. Still in every age wc are doing. If a c^lly we meet, We fpend what we get Every day, for the next never think'; When we die, where we go We have no fenfe to know, For a bawd always dies in her drink. SONG LXIir. ON E Jpril morn, when from the fea Fhncbus was juft appearing, Damofi and Celt a young awi ^ay> Long fettled love endei^rii^, .( 28i ) Met in a grove, to vent their fpleeo On parents unrelenting ; He bred of ToryiSLCe had been. She of the tribe difTenting. Ceiia, whofe eyes outihone the God, Newl/ the hills adorning. Told him, mamma would be (lark mad. She mifling prayers that morning ; Damoftp his arm about her wajft Swore, that nought fhould them Hinder. ShouM my rough daJ know how I*m bleil, 'TwouM make him roar like thunder. Great ones made by ambition blind. By fadtion ftill fupport it. Or where vile money taints ihe mind. They for convenience court it : But mighty love, that fcorns to (hew Parly fhould raife his gloFy, Swears he'll exalt a vafTal true. Let It be PF^ig or Tory. SONG LXIV. A M O N G S T the willows on the graft jtx. Where nymphs and (hepherds ly. Young PFil/y courted Bonny Befs \ And Nell flood lift'ning by ; Says Will^ we will not tarry Two inonths before we marry. No, no, fie no* never never tell me fo>. For a maid I'll live and die : Says Nell, Sojhall not L Says Nell, &c. Long time betwrxt hope and defpair,. And kifTes mixt between. He with a fong did charm her ear. Thinking (he chang'd had been ; Says Will, 1 want a bleffing, . Subdaatiakr thaa kiffinc. ( 282 ) Ko, no, fie no» nerer never tell me ib| For I will never change my mind : Says Nell, S hey i prove more kind. ' %/NclJ, &c. Smarting pain the virgin finds, Altho* by nature uught, When (he fir ft to man inclines : ^oth Nell, ril 'uentmre that. Oh ! who wou'd lofe a treafore. For Aich a puney pleafure I Not I, not U no, a maid Til live and dk;^ And to my vow be tr|^ Slnoth Nell, 7h4 morfjoolyoih ^oth Nell, &c. T^j&tf lofet ril repair, .,^a re read on godfv books. Forget vain love and worldly carei ^oth Nell, nat Itkely ioois / You men are all perfidious. But I will be religiou ,. Try all, fiy all, and while T breathy defy aOj, Your fex I now defpife. Says Nell, By Jove, Jbe lies*. Say^ Nell, &c. SONG LXV. SELIND.A fure's the brighteft thing. That decks the earth, or breathes our air^ Mild are her looks like opening fpripg, And like the blooming fummer fair. But then her wit's fo very fraall. That all her charms appear to ly. Like gUring colours on a wall, And ftrike no further than the eye., Our eyes luxurioufly (he treats. Oar ears sue abfent from iVic ftaft^. One feafs is furfeited witb twcexa. Starved and difg^ulled axe Ti^^e tt&« (283 ) So have I feen with afpedt bright. And eaudry pride, a tulip fwell. Blooming and beauteoos to the iight^ Dull and iniipid to the fnaell. SONG LXVI. A Trifling fong ye Ihall hear. Begun with a trifle and ended i All trifling people draw near. And I Siall be nobly attended* Were" it not for trifles a few, That lately came into the play, The men would want fomethiog to dc^ The women want (bmething to fay. What makes men trifle in drefling ? Becaufe the ladies, they know. Admire, by often careffing That eminent trifle, a beau*. When the lover his moments has trifled; The trifle of trifles to gain. No fooner the virgin is rifled^ But a trifle ihall part them again. What mortal wou'd ever be able. At Whyte's half a moment to (it ^ Or who is't cou'd bear a tea-table. Without talking trifles for wit ? The court is from trifles fecure. Gold keys are no trifles we fee y White rod> arc no trifles Tm fure,. Whatever their bearers may be. But if you will go to the place, <:^^ Where trifles abundantly breed ;, The levee will (hevf you, his Grace Makes promifcs trifles indeed V «k. (lC^^5^ I i (1S4) A coach with £z footmen behind, I coant neither trifle nor fin ; But, ye Gods ! how oft do we find A fcandalous trifle within ? A flask of Champcign people think it ' A trifle, or fome thing as bad ; But if you*]I contrive how to drink it. You'll find it no trifle by Gad. A parfon's a trifle at fea, A widow's a trifle in forrow, A peace is a trifle to d:iyy To break it a trifle to morrow. A black coat a trifle may cloke. Or to hide it the red raay endeavoar ; But iK once the army is broke. We fliall have more i..des than. ever. The ft.ige is a trifle, they fay. The re Ton prry carry along ; Became that at erf ry new play. The houfe they wich trifles (b throng* But with people's malice to trifle,. Ard to fet us all on a foot ; The author of this is a trifle. And his fong is a trifle to boot. SONG LXVII. FROM grave leflbns and reflraint, I'm Hole out to revel here ; Yet I tremble and 1 faint. In the middle of the fair. Oh I would fortune in my way Throw a lover kind and ^ay \ Now's the time he foon mv^Yit tao^^ A yoaDg heart laua'd xo love. * %\s ( 285 ) Bhall I venture ? No» no, no. Shall I from the danger go ? ^Ob! no« no, no, no, no, I maft not try, I cannot fly, I maft not, durft not, cannot fly. Help me, nature, help me, art ; Why ihould I deny my part 2 Jf a lover will punue ; Like the wifeft let me do ; I will fit him if he*s true. If he*s falfe Til fit him too. SONG LXViri. Women and JVtne^ SO M E fay women sre like fea. Some the waves, and fome the rocks. Some the rofe that foon decays. Some the weather, fome the cocks ; ^ But if youMl give me leave to tell, There's nothing can be comparM fo well« As wine, wine, women ^nd wine. They run in a parallel. Women are witches when they will. So is wine, fo is wine. They make the (latefman lofe his skill. The foldier, lawyer and divine ; They put a gigg in the graveft skull. And fend their wits to gather wool ; 'Tis wine, wine, women and wine, I'hey run in a parallel. What is't that makes your face fo pale. What is't that makes your looks divine. What makes your courage rife and fall ? Is it not women, is it not wine ; Whence proceed th* inflaming dofes. That fet fire to your nofes ? From wine, wine, women and wine. They run in a pataWd- ^QT^vi ( 286 ) SONG LXIX. WC U* D you chufe a wife. For a happy life. Leave the court and the country take. Where Dolly and Sue, Young Molly and Prue, Follow Roger and Jobn, Whilft harveft goes on. And merrily merrily rake. Leave the London dames (Be it fpoke to their fhames) 7*0 \y in their beds till noon, Then get up and itretch. And paint too and patch. Some widgeon to catch. Then look at their watch. And wonder they rofe up fo foon. Then cofiee and tea. Both green and bohea, Are fervM to their tables in plate. Where tattles do run, As fwift as the fun, Of what they have won. And who is undone. By their gaming and fitting up late. The lafs give me here, 7'ho' brown as my beer, .That knows how to govern her houfe. That can milk her cow. Or farrow her fow. Make butter and cheefe. Or gither green peafe. And values fine cloaths not a foufe. This is the girl Worth rubies and pearl ; A wife that vvill make a man rich ; We genilemen need lio quality breed,. ( 287 ) To fqaander away What taxes wou'd pay 4 ^e care not in faith for fuch. SONG LXX. YE S I could love, if I could find A miftrefs fitted to my mind, AVhom neither gold nor pride could move. To change her virtue or her love : Loves to go go neat, not to go fine. Loves for myfelf, and not for mine ; Not city proud, nor nice and coy. But full of love, and full of joy : Not childilh young, nor beldame old. Not fiery hot, nor icy cold, Not gravely wife to rule the (late, J^Jot foolifh to be pointed at : Not worldly rich, nor bafely poor. Nor chade, nor a reputed whore.: If fuch an one you can difcover. Pray, Sir, intitle me her lover. SONG LXXL BL E S T as th' immortal Gods is he. The youth who fondly fits by thee. And hears and fees thee all the while. Softly fpeak and fvveetly fmilc. 'Twas this bereav'd my foul of reft. And rais'd fuch tumults in my breaft ; For while I gazM in tranfport toft. My breath was gone, my voice was loft* My bofom glow'd ; the fubtile flame Ran quick thro' all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darknefs hung. My ears wit^oUow murmurs rvmg. C 288 )! In dewy damps my limbs were chilN, My blood with gentle horrors thriird^ My feeble pulfe forfi;ot to play, I ninted, lank, and dy*d away. SONG LXXII. YO U may ceafe to complain. For yoor fuit is in vain» / 11 attempts you ckn make But augments her difdain i She bids you give over While *tis in your |>ower. For except her efteem She can grant you no more ; Her heart has been long fincc Ailaulted and won. Her truth is as lading And firm as the fun ; You'll find it more e^fy Your paflion to cure. Than for ever thofe fruitleft Endeavours endure. You may give this advice To the wretched and wife. But a lover like me Will thofe precepts defpife ; I fcorn to give over Were it in my power } The' efleem were deny'd me. Yet her 1*11 adore, A heart that^i been touched Will feme fy mpa thy bear, ■•Twill leflen my forrows If (he takes a (hare ; ril count it more honour In dying her flave, Thnn did Jicr affcdions The flcddincfs crave. X^ ( 289 ) Yoa may tell her Pll be Her true lover, tho* ihe Should mankind defpife Out of hatred to me ; ^Tis mean to give o*er 'Canfe we get no reward^ She loft not her worth When I lod her regard i My love on an altar More noble (hall barn^ I Hill will love on Without hopes of return i ril tell her fome other Has kindled the fliffle. And ril figh for herfelf In another one*s name. SONG LXXIII. The tippling Phihfopbers. DIOGENES furly and proud. Who fnarrd at the Macedott youth. Delighted in wine that was good, Becaufe in good wine there wai truth | But growing as poor as a Job, Unable to purchafe a flask. He chofe for hi& manlion a tub. And liv'd by the fcent of the cask. ■ Heraclitui ne'er wou'd deny A bumper, to cherifh his heart ; And when he was maudlin woa*d cry, « Q^caufe he had empty 'd his qoirt : Tho^ fome are fo foolifh to think. He wept at men's follies and vice, 'Twas only his cuflom to drink. Till the liquor flOw'd out. of hu cy^f* O DmocTxiwi ( 290 ) Dimocriius always was glad To tipple and cherifh his foul ; Would laugh like a man that was mad^ When over a good flowing bowl ; As long as his cellar was florid. The liquor he'd merrily quaff; And when he was drunk as a lord. At them that were fober heM laugh. Wife Solon, who carefully gave Good laws unto Aibens of old. And thought the rich Cmfus a ilave, (Tho^ a king) to his coffers of gold ; He delighted in plentiful bowls i But drinking much talk would decline, Becaufe *twas the cuftom of fools. To prattle much over their wine. Old Socrates ne^er was content, Till a botde had heigh tenM his joys. Who in*8 cups to the oracle went. Or he ne'er had been counted fo wife': litte hours he mod certainly lov'd, Made wine the delight of his life. Or Xantifpe would never have prov'd Such a damnable fcold of a wife. Grave Seneca, famM for his parts, : Who tutor'd the bully of Rome, Grew wife o'er his cups and his quarts. Which he drank like a mifer at home ; And, to (hew he lov'd wine that was good. To the lad, (we may truly aver ii) He tinflur'd his bath with his blood. So fancy'd he died in his darec. Pythagoras did (ilence enjoin. On his pupils who wifdom would feck s Becaufe he tippled good wine. Till himfelf was unable to fpeak ; And (490 And when he was whimiical grown. With iipping his plentiful bowls. By the (Iren^th of the juice in his crown. He conceived tranfmigration of fouls. C^ptmieus too, like the reft, fielievM there was wifdom in wine, And thought that a cup of the beft Made reafon the brighter to (hine i With wine he replenifbM his veins. And made his philofophy reel ; Then fancyM the world, like his brains^ Tum*d round like a chariot-wheeU AriftotU^ that mafter of arts, Had been but a dunce without winf} And what we afcribe to his parts. Is djie to the juice of the vine : His belly, moft writers agree. Was bie as a watering, trough ; He therefore leapt into the fea, Becaufe he'd have liquor enough. Old ?laJtQ was reckoned divine. He fondly to wifdom was prone i But had it not been for good wine. His merits had never been known. By wine we are generous made,; It furniihes fancy with wings. Without it we ne*er (houM have had Philofophers, poets, or kings. SONG LXXIV. Ddfvon among the Dead Men. Here's a health to the king and a lading peace i May faf^ion be damned, and difcord ceafe ; Come, let us drink it while we have breathy For there's no drinking after death ; O 2 And ( 292 ). And he that won*t with this comply, Doivft among the dead men^ Doivn among the dead meny Da*wn, donvn^ drwn^ doivn, Down among the dead mem^ let him Ij, Now a health to the QueeD, and may ihe long B* our firft fair toaft to grace oar fong ; Off wi' your hats, wi' your knee on che ground. Take off your bumpers all around ; And he chat will noc drink his dry, Donvn among ^ ice, let him ly. Let charming beauty's health go round. In whom celeflial joys are found ; And may confuHon Hill purfue The fenfelefs woman- hating crew ; And he that will this health deny, Down among, &c, let him ly, Kerens thriving to trade, and the common -weal. And patriots to their country leal ; But who for bribes gives Satan his foul. May he ne*er laugh o*er a flowing bowl ; And all that with fuch rogues comply, Do*wn amongt &c. let bim ly. In fmiling Bacchus' joys IMl roll. Deny no pleafure to my foul ; Let Bacchus* health round fwiftly move, por Bacchus is a friend to love ; And he that does this health deny^ DotVH among, &c. let htm ly. SONG LXXV. HE that will not merry mei ry be, •With a generous bowl and a toa(!. May he in Bridewell be (hut up,. And fad bound to a poA { Let him be merry merry there. An ^ nue^ll he merry merry here ; For nuho can knotjj njuhere ittejhall gOf T0 ig merry another year f lie t« 4, • • ( 293 ) He that will not merry merry be, And take his glafs in courfe^ May he b* oblig'd to drink fmall beer. Ne'er a penny into his purfe : Let him he merry , &c. He that will not merry merry be. With a comp'ny of jolly boys, May he be plagu'd with a fcolding wife. To confound him with her noife : Let him be merry ^ &c. He that will not merry merry b^» With his midrefs in his bed, Let him be buried in the church* jard» And me put in his flead : Let bim he merry ^ &c. SONG LXXVI. JOLLY mortals, fill your glafies 1 Noble deeds are done by wioe » bcorn the nymph and all her graces : Who'd for love or beauty pine ? Look upon thb bowl that's flowing. And a thoufand charms you*ll find> More than in Ch/oe when jufl going. In the moment to be kind. Alexander hated thinking : Drank about at council-board ; Made friends, and gained the world by drinking. More than by his conquering fword. SONG LXXVIL SINC E we die by the help of good wine; I will that a tun be my (hrxoe.j And engrave it on my tomb, O 3 «itv% ( 294 ) Here lyes a hody once fo brave, Wbo witji-drhkiDg made his grave^ mo nviih, &c. Since thus Co die will purchafe fame, And lea?e an everlafting name, Sinci thus to He^ &c. Drink, drinli away, drink, drink away, i\nd let tts be nobly interred, Drink f drinks &c. Let mifers and flaves Pop into their graves, And rot in a dirty chuKh-yard, And rot in a dirty church-yard^ Lit mi/irs^ &c. SONG LXXVIIL BAC CHUS is a power divine ; For he no fooner fills my head With mighty wine,' Bat all my 'cares refign, And droop, and clroop, and iiok down dead : Then, then the pleafmg thoughts begin. And I in riches flow. At leaft I fancy fo ; And without thoaght of want I fine;, StretchM on the earth, my head all around, IVidf flowers, weav*d into a garland, crownM t Then, then I begin to live. And fcorn what all the world can fhow or give. Let the brave fools that fondly think Of honour and delight To make a noJfe, a noife and fight. Go feck out war whilft I feek peace, Whild I feek peace, feek peace and drink, Whilft I ieek peace, feek peace and drink* Then fill. my glafs, fill fill it high ; Some perhaps thmk it fit to fall aad dvt \ ^ ( ^95 ) But when bottles are rang'd Make war with me, •The fighting fool (hall fee, When I am funk^ The difference to ly dead. And ly dead drunk, ^he Jighling fool, &c. SONG LXXIX. YE virgin powers, defend my heart. From amorous looks and fmiles ; From faucy love, or nicer art. Which moft our ftx beguiles. From fighs and vows, and awful fears. That do to pity move ; From fpeaking filence, and from tears, Thofe fprings that water love. But if through paffion I grow blind. Let honour be my guide ; And when frail nature feems inclitt*^d^ There place a guard of pride. An heart, whofe flames are feen, tho* pure Needs every virtue's aid j And fhe who thinks herfelf fecure. The foonell is betray*d. i. mimt» SONG LXXX. WH Y (hou'd a foolifh marriage vow^ Which long ago was made. Oblige us to each other now. When paflion is decay Mf We lov'd, and we IpvM- - ■ As long as we tou*d, .• -^': iiy TiJl \ove was lov*d out of vtt bQ^\ ^^ • -^* -v 04 ^^ ( a$6 ) But our marriage is dead» When the pleaiure is fled ; *Twas pleafure firft made it an oath. If I have pleafures for a friend , And further love in ftore, What wron^as he whofe joys did end. And who cdw*d give no more ? *Ti8 a madnefs that he 'ShouM be jealous of me. Or that I (hou'd bar him of another ; For all we can gain, , Is to give ourfelyes pain. When neither can hiaoer the other. SONG Lxxxr. MY dear miftrefs has a heart. Soft as thefe kind looks ihe gave me. When with love*8 refifUeis art» . And her eyes (he did enflaVe me ; But her conftancy*s fo we^k, She*s fo wild and apt to waiider. That my jealous heart would hrtai, ShouM we live' one d%y afundf r. Melting joys about her move. Killing pleafuresy wounding bIJfles i She can drefs her eyes in love, And her lips can arm with kifles : Angels liilcn when (he fpeaks ; She!s my delight, all maakj{id*s wOAdcXi But my jealous heart would break. Should we live one day afander. SONG LXXXII. I' L L fail upon the dog-fiar^ And then purfue the morning : i'jl chafe the moon till it be noon, ril make her teave her Vvoimu^ V\\ ( 297 ) m climb the frofty mountain. And there 1*11 coin the weather ; ril tear the rainbow from the sky^ And ty both ends together * The Hars plack from their orbs too. And crowd them in my budget ; And whether Vm a roaring boy. Let Gre/HHim college judge it : While I mount yon blew ceTnm, To fhun the tempting gipfies ; ' Play at foot ball with fun and^moon. And fright ye with edipfes. SONG LXXXIII. Jambs. PRITHEE, Su/aft, what doE mufe on. By this doleful fpring ? You are, I fear, in love^ tay dear i Alas poor thing f Su B A N. Truly, Jamiif I maft blame ye, " You look fo pale and wan ; I fear ^ twill prove you are in love ; ■ Alas poor man f J A M B 8. Nay, my Suey^ now I view ye ^ Well I know your fmart, , When youVe alone you figh and groan > Alas poiu heart I Sus A N« yamie, hold ; I dare be bold To fay, thy heart is Hole, And know the (he as well as thee^ Alas poor foul t O 5 '^ikVL^^ (298) Jambs* Then, my Sue^ tell me who ; ril give thee beads of pearl. And eafe thy heart of all this fmart ; Alas, poor girl! Susan. yamie, no, If you (hoaM know, I fear' *twou'd make you fad. And pine away both night and day ; - Alas poor lad f J A M s s. Why then, my Sm, it is for you. That I burn-in thefe flames s And when I die, I know youll cry, Alas poor yamej l S.USA M. Say yon fo, then, Jamie^ know. If you fhouM prove untrue. Then mufi I like wife ay, Alas poor Sue / Quoth he, then join thy hand with mine. And we will wed to day : I do agree, here 'tis, quoch (he, Come let*5 away. i^a SONG IJLXXIV. WHEN, loVely PM/is, thou art kind. Nought but raptures £11 my nrind i *Tis then I think thee fp divine, T' exctll the mighty power of wine : Bot when thou infult'ft, and laughs at my pain» I wa(h thee away with fparklii^ champaign ; So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother. And drive wt ooc God by (be fOYt^i kA ^siss^^\. ( 299 ) When pity ia thy looks I fee, I fraily quit my friends for thee ; ^ Perfuaiive love fo charms me then. My freedom I'd not wifti again. .^**i^ Bat when thou art cruel, and heeds not my care. Then ftraight with a bumper I bani(h defpair ; So bravely contemn both th^ boy and his mother. And drive out one God by the power of another. — — ■■ ■ I I— — — M^— — — — ^y SONG LXXXV. YO U that love mirth, attend to my fong, A moment you never' can better employ i Sa*wny and league were trudging alongt A bonny Scots lad, and an lrifi> dear-joy ; They neitl^er before had feeo a wind^mUl, Nor had they heard ever of any foch name: As they were a walking. And merrily talking. At lafl by meer chance to a win^-miU they xame. Haha ! crys Sanvfiy, what do ye ca' that ? To tell the right name o't I am at a lofi. « Teague very readily anfwerM the Scot, Indeed I believe it'fli ihaint Patrick's crofs. Says Sawny, yeMl find your fell meikle mi(lakeD> For it is faint Andrtw\ crofs I can fwear ; For there is his bonnet. And tartans hang on ir,. The plaid and the trews our apofUe did wear. Nay, o' my (houl joy, thou tellefht all lees. For that I will fhwear is ihaint Patrick"^ coat i I ihee't him in Inland buying the freeze. And that Tm (hure I{h the ihame that he bought i And he i(h a ihaint ifiufh better than ever Made either the covenantfh fholenm or league : . For o' my ihalwafluon. He was my relalhion, And had a great kindnefh foe haa<«(U ^ocy^x Tta^c. O 6 ^Vxfev (300 ) Wherefore, hyiTeajue, I will, by my^lhouly Lay down my napfhick, and cake out my beads. And under this holy crofs^ fee 1 will fall, And (hay paur nojhter^ and fhome of our cret d» t So Teague began with humble devotion. To kneel down before St. FatricICi crofa ; The wind fell a blowing. And fet it a-going, And gave our dear joy a terrible Co(s. * Saivay tchee'd, to fee Iww poor Tiague Lay fcratching his ears, and roll on the grafs. Swearing, it vyas furely the deMs whirly-gig. And none (he roar'd out) of St*P«/Wfi's crofs r '! Bat i(h it indeed, crys he in a palfion, The crofs of our ihaint that has croiht mc fo fore ;. Upo' my falwalhion. This fb.iU be a caufhion. To truO to St. Patrick\ kindaefs no more. Sanvny to Teagut then merrily cry'd, This patron of yours is a vtryUd louD, To hit you fic a liair thump on the hide. For kneeling before him, and feeking a boon : Let me adviie you to (erve our St. Atidrrw^ He^ by my ftul, was a fpecial gade man ; For fince your St. Patrick Has ferv'd you fic a trick, IM fee him hung up e'er I ferv'd him again. SONG LXXXVL MA Y the ambitious ever find Succefs in crowds and noife, W hue gentle love does fill my mind With iilent real joys. May knaves and fools grow rich and great, And all the woild think them wife^ While J 1;^ at my N.nny^s feet, Aad all the world defpife*- V^^ ( 30») Let conqtierin]^ings new triumphs raiie^ And melt in court delights : Her eyes can give much brighter days. Her arms much fofcer nights. SONG LXXXVII. CE LIJ, too late you wou'd repent. The oiFering all your llore. Is now bat like a pardon fent, To one that's dead before. While at the firft you cruel prov'd^ And grant the bills too lace. You Kindred me of one I lov'd^ To give me one I hate. I thought you innocent as fair. When firft my court I made i But when your fal(hoods plain appear^ My love no longer ilay*d. Your bounty of thefe favours fhown^ Whofe worth your firft deface, Is melting valu*d medab down. And giving us the braia, O ! ilnce the thing we beg's a toy^ That's priz'd by love alone, Why cannot women grant the joy,. Before the love is gone.^ SONG LXXXVIII, YE S, all the world will fure agree, j He who's fecur'd of having thee, vVill be entirely bleft ; But 'twere in nae too great a wrong. To make one who has been fo long My queen, my Jlave at lall. ( 302 ) Nor ought thefe thinn to be confin*d That were for publick good defign*d : CouM we, in foolifli pride, Make the fun always with as flay, *Tiif0U*d burn our corn and grafs away. To ftarve the world befide. ^ . Let not the thoughts of parting, fright Two fouls which paffion does unite ; For while our love does hCt, Neither will firive to go away» And why the devil fhoald we (lay. When once that love is paft ? SONG LXXXIX. li /pr Goddefs LyJia, heavenly fair, J^VJL 'As lilly fweet, as foft as air. Let loofe thy trefTes, fpread thy charms. And to my love give frelh alarms. O I let me gaze on thefe bright eyes, Tho* facred lightning from them fkytt ; Shew me that foft that modeil grace. Which paints with charming red thy face* Give me amhrofia in a kifs. That I may rival Jo've in blifs. That I may mix my foul with thine. And make the pleafure all divine. O hide ! thy bofom*8 killing white, (The milky way is not fo bright) Left you my ravifh'd foul opprefs, With beauty*8 pomp, and (weet excefs. Why draw*ft thou from the purple flood Of my kind heart the vital blood ? Th^tiyAn all over endlefs charms i ^ tike me dying to thy arms* ^O^^ ( 303 ) S O N G ^ XC. WH Y we love, and why we hate. Is not granted us to know ; Random chance, or wilful fate. Guides the (hafc from Cupid* % bow. If on me Zelinda frown, *Tis madnefs all in me to grieve ; Since her will is not her own. Why fliould I uncafy live ? If I for Zelinda die. Deaf to poor Mizelld^i cries. Ask not me the reafon why, 8eek the riddle in the skies. SONG XCI. HARK how the trumpet founds to battle. Hark how the thundring cannons ratUe i Cruel ambition now calls me away. While I have ten thoufand foft things to fay. While honour alarms me, Young Cupid difarms me. And Celia fo charms me, I cannot away. Hark again, honour calls me to arms. Hark how the trumpet fwcetly charms ; Celia no more then mufl be obeyed. Cannons are roaring, and enfigns difplayM : The thoughts of promotion, Infpire fuch a notion, Cf Celiacs devotion Tm no more afraid. Guard her for me, celeftial powers, Ye Gods, blefs the nymph with happy fofc hoars : O may (he ever to love mc induce, Sucb yovW/'perfcAions 1 caxvoov it&^ \ mm ( 3o6 ) SONG XCV. DJMON, if you will believe me, *Tis notfighing round the plain. Song nor foonet can relieve ye « Faint attempts in love are vain. Urge but home the fair occafion. And be mailer of the field ; To a powerful kind invafion, *Twere a madnefs not to yield. Tho* (he vows fhe*ll ne*er permit ye. Cries vou^re rude, and much to blamCy And with tears implores your pity ; Be not merciful for fhame. When the fierce afiault is over, CbMi time enough will find, Tlus her cruel furious lover. Much more gentle, not fo kind, SONG XCVI. IF (he be not kind as fair. But peevifli and unhandy, Jjeave her, (he's only worth the care Of fome fpruce jack a-dandy. I would not have thee fuch an afs, Hadft thou ne'er fo much leifure. To figh and whine for fuch a lafs, Whofe pride's above her pleafure. SONG XCVII. He. AWAKE, thou fairefl thing in nature. How can you (Icep when day, does bzeak I How can you (leep, my charming creature. When half a world for you are awake. ^ ' She. ( 307 ) She. What Twain Is this that fmgs fo early, l/nder my windowfoy the dawn ? He. •Tis one, dear nymph, that loves you dearly. Therefore in pity eafe my pain. She. Softly, clfe you'll wake my mother . 'i^ No tales of love fhe lets me hear } \ Go tell your paffion to fome other. Or whifper't (ofily in my ear. He. How can you bid me love another. Or rob me of your beauteous charms ? 'Tis time you were weanM from your mother^ You're fitter for a lover's arms. i*k SONG XCVIII. IN fpite of love at length I've found A miftrefs that can pleafe m«. Her humour free and uaconfin'd. Both night and day (he'll eafe me. No jealous thoughts diiturb my mind« Tho' (he's enjoy'd by all mankind. Then drink and never fpare it, 'Tis a hoitle of good ciaret. If you, thro' all her naked charms. Her little mouth difcover, Then take her blufhing co your arms. And ufe her like a lover ; Such liquor fhe'H diHill from thence. As will tranfport your raviihc fenfe ; Then kifs and never fpare it, *Tis a 6ott/e of good clant, 4 But beft of all f (he has no tongue, Submifiive (he obeys me. She's fully better old than young. And ilill to fmiling fways me ; Her C 308 ) Her skin is fmooth, complexion black. And has a moil delicious fmack ; Then kifs and never fpare it, * ris a bottle of good claret. If you her excellence would tade. Be fure you ufe her kind, Sir, Clap your hand about her waid. And raife her up behind. Sir ; As for her bottom, never doubt, PuOi but home, and you*lI find it out ; Then dVink and never fpare ix, *Tis a bottle of good claret. SONG XCIX. OSueprifing lovely fair \ Who with Cbloe can compare ? Svcfi^e*s formM for beauty*< Queen, Her wit, her ihap^, her grace, her mcio. By far cxcells all nymphs IVe feen 1 No mortal eye Can view her nigh. Too exquiHte for human fieht to fee : Tho' ihe ne'er mayT>e kind. Nor for me c*er defign'd. Yet I love, I love, I love, The charming fhe. •*^— — ■— — ' ■ ■ ■ III! >—— ^— 1 SONG C. WHEN bright Aurclia tript the plain. How chcarful then were ieen, 1'he looks of every jolly fwain, I'hat 11 rove /JurcltiS heart to gain. With gambols on the green ? Their fports were innocent and gay, Mixt with a manly air 1 They'd fing and dance, and pipe and plajj^ Each ftrove to pleafe, fomc different way, I'his dear inchanting fair. The ( 309 ) The ambitious firife (he did admire. And equally approve, *TiIl Fhaon% tuneful voice and lyre. With fofceft mufick'did infpirc Her foul to generous love. Their wonted fports the reft declin'd, Their arts provM all in vain ; Aurelia\ conftant now they find. The more they languifh and repin'd. The more ihe loves tht/wain. SONG cr. AWAY, you rover. For (hame give over. You play the lover So like an afs ; You are for ftdrniing, You think you're charming. Your faint performing. We read in your face. • 1 • _ II I H Ti SONG CII. HE, who for ever, Wou'd hope for favour. He muft endeavour To charm the fair : He dances, he dances. He da— a— a—a— a— ances. He fighs, and glances, He makes advances. He fines, and dances, Aaamends his air. SONG fe ( 3«o ) SONG cm. Go, go, go, gofalfeft of thy fix he gone, Lea*i)i, iiwvi, ah leave, leave me to myfelfalotul Why would you drive by fond pretence* Thus to deftroy my innocence } Go, go, &c« ■ leave, leave, 8cc, Young Celia, you too late betra'yM, Then thus you did the nymph upbraid, . " Love like a dream ulberM by night, *' Flies the approach of morning light*** Co, go, &c« — -— letve, leave, &c. She that believes man when he fwears. Or lead regards his oaths and prayers. May (hej rond fhe, be moft accurft ; Nay more, be fubjed to his luft. Go, go,^ &c. — — leave, leaive, &c. SONG CIV. B£ L INDjf, with aflcaed mein, Trys all the power of art i Yet finds her efforts all in vain. To gain a fmgle heart : Whilft Chloe in a diiFerent way. Is but her felf, to pleafe. And makes new conqaefts every day. Without one borrowed grace. Belimlah haughty air dedroys What native charms infpire ; While Cbloe*i artlefs fhining eyes/ Set all the world on fire : Belinda may our pity move ; But Chloe gives us pain. And while (he fmiles us into love. Her filler frowns in vam. o (3'i ) SONG CV. ^N a bank of flowers. In a iummer day, InviciDg and undreft. In her bloom of youth. Fair Celia lay, With love and ileep opprell i When a youthfal fwaio. With admiring eyes, Wi(h*d that be durft The fweet maid furprifc | With a/a, la, la, la, &C. But fear*d approaching fpies. As he gazM, A gentle Zephyr arofe. That fann'd her robes afide ; Ajid the fleeping nymph Did the charms difcloie. Which waking fibe would hide : Then his breath grew (hort. And his pulfe beat high. He longM to touch What he chanc'd to fpy ; WUbafa, la, la, &C. Bat duril not ftill draw nigh. All amazM he (lood. With her beauties fir'd. And blefl the courteoas wind.^ Thed in whifpers figh'd. And ttie Gods defirM, That Celid might be kind : When with hopes grown bold, He adyancd amain ; But (he laughM loud In a dream, and again. With a fa, la, la, &c. Repelled the timerous fwain. ( 312 ) Yet the amorous youth. To relieve his foft pain. The fl umbering maid carefs'd ; ' And with trembling hand (O fimple poor fwain !) Her [;low)iig bofom prefs*d : When the virgin awakM^ And affjighted flew. Yet look'd as wiihing He wou'd purfue : With a fa, la, la, &c. But Damon miil his cae, V Now, fiow repen^gy That he had let her 1/,' Himfelf he thus accused. What a dull and a Ropid Blockhead was J, That fuch a chance abased % To my (hamc 'twill now ^ On the plains be faid, ^ -.^ Damon a virgin Afleep beiray*d. With a fa, la, la, 8cC. And let her go a maid. S O N'G CVI. WHILE filently I lovM, nor dar'd. To tell my crime aloud. The influence of your fnniles I (har*df In common with the crowd. But when I once my flames exprefl. In hopes to eafe my pain» You fingrd me out from all the re(l» The mark of your difdain. If thus, Corinna, you fliall frown On ail that I adore. Then aJI mankind mu(l be vxtvdotvti Or you muft ftivik no nvovc. ( 3^3 ) SONG CVIL OH? I>app7, happy grove, Witneis of our tender love ; Oh ! happy, happy (hade. Where firft our vows were made : Blufhing, iighing, melting, dying. Looks would charm a Jo^ve ; A thoufand pretty things ihe faid, . And all ■' and all was love : But Corinna perjurM proves. And forfakes the (hady groves % When I fpeak df mutual joys. She knows not what I mean i Wanton glances; fond careiTes^ Now no more are feen^ Since the falfe deluding fair Has left the flow'ry green : Mourn, ye nymphs, that fporting play'd» Where poor Strepbon was be tray 'd ; There the fccret wound fhe gave. When I was made her Have. SONG CVIII. TH E fages of old. In prophecy told. The caufe of a nation's undoing ; \ But our new Englijh breea V'- No prophecies need. For each one here feeks his own ruin. With grumbling and jars. We promote civil wars. And preach up falfe tenets to many ; We fnarl and we bite. We rail and we fight For religion, yet po man has any. Then him let's commend, That's true to his (ricnd, And the church and (he fcnaie wouVd fevXtA p ^V% (314) Who delight! not in blood, dot draws when he (hoa*d. And bravely ftands brunt to the battle. Who rails not at kings. Nor politick things. Nor treafon will fpeak when he^s mellow ; But takes a full glafs. To his country*s fuccefs, This« this is an honeft brave fellow. SONG CIX. WB all to conqoering beauty bow. Its pleating power admire ; But 1 ne^er knew a face till now. That cou*d like yours infpire : Now I may fay I met with one. Amazes all mankind ; And, like men gazing on the fun. With too much light am btind. Soft, as the tender moving (ighs. When longing lovers meet ; Like the divining prophets, wife ; Like new-blown roles, fweet ; Mod eft, yet gay ; refer v'd, yet free ; Each happy night a bride ; A mein like awful majefty. And yet no fpark of pride. The patriarch, to win a wife, Chafte, beautiful and young, ServM fourteen years a painful life. And never thought it long : Ah ! were you to reward fuch care. And life fo long would ftay, Not fourteen, but four hundred years, Wouki feem but as one day. SONG (vs) SONG ex. PRITHEE, Bi/Iy, bc'nt fo filljr. Thus to wafte thy days in grief ; You fay, BeUj will not let ye ; But can forrow. bring relief? Leave repining, ceafe your whining ; Pox on torment, tears and woe : If (he*s tender, ilieUi furrcnder $ If ihe*8 tough, — — - e*eii let her go. SONG CXI. KINDLY, kindly, thas my trcafare. Ever love me, ever charm ; Let the paflion know no meafure. Yet no jealous fear alarm. Why ftou'd we, our blifs beguiling, By dull doubting fall at odds ?^ Meet my foft embraces fmiKog, We'll be happy as the Gods. SONG CXIL A Sour reformation Crawls out-thro* the nation. While dunder head-fages Who hope for good wages. Direct us the way. Ye fons of the mufes. Then cloak your abufes ; And leaft you ihouM trample On pious example, Obferve and obey. Time- frenzy curers. And ilubborn nonjurors. For want of diverfion, Now fcourge the lead times : P 2 TheyVc X 3^6 ) They Vc hinted, thqrVd printed. Our vein it profkne is, And woift of aU crimes ; The clod-pated raifers. Smiths, coblers and colliers^ Have damn'd all our rhymes. Under the notion Of zeal for devotion. The humour hUs /ir^d *em. And malice infpir'd *em. To tutor the age : But if in fcafon. You'd know the true rea(bn j The hopes of preferment. Is what makes the vermin Now rail at the flage. Cuckolds and canters. With fcruples and banters. Old Oli'ver's peal', A gain (I poetry ring : But let Hate revolvers. And treafon abfolvers, Excufe, if I fmg. The rebel that chufes. To cry down the mufcs, Wou'd cry down the king. Tbt End of the TUrd Fohimt. I THE TEA-TABLE MISCELLANY. ■■i«i Anna nmth an ang/tTi air^ Sweet her notes, her face at fear \ Vajfals and Kingi feel ijohenjhefitgs. Charm* of nvarbling oeauty near* tmmmmm^amm Vou IV. £ T R X € K Banks. I. ON Etrick hanks, in a fummcr's night, At glowming when the (heep drave hame, I met my laffy braw and tight. Came wading, barefoot, a' her lane : My heart gre^ JJg^t* I ran, I flang My arms about her liliy neck. And kifsM and clapM her there fou lang ; My words they were na mony feck. II. I faid. My lafly* will ye go To the highland hiU3, the Earfe to learn ; ril baith gi*e thee a cow and ev^. When ye come to the br\j^ot Eorn» P 3 K^. (3»8 ) At leitb aald metl comes io, ne'er faOi, And herrings at the Broomf Law, Chear up your heart, my booy lafs. There's gear to win we never faw. III. All day when we h&ve wrought enough. When winter, froils and (naw begin^ Soon as the fuo gaes weft the loch. At night when you fit down to (pin, I'll fcrew my pipes and play a ipring : And thus the weary night will end. Till the tender kid and lamb- time bring Our pleafant fummer back again. IV. Syne when the trees are in their bloom. And gowans glent o'er ilka field, I'll meet my lafs amang the broom, And lead you to my fummer (hield. Then far frae a' their fcornfu' din. That make the kindly hearts their fport. We'll laugh and kifs, and dance and fing. And gar the langeft day feem ihort. The Birks. of Invermay. I. TH E fmiling morn, the breathing fpring. Invite the tuneful birds to fing ; Aiui while they warble from the fpray, f J.ove melts the univcrfal lay. Let i:?, Amanda^ timely wife, Like them, improve the hour that flics ; And in foft iap:ures walle the day Among the biiks of Imjstmay, For foon the winter of the year. And *igf*. life*, winter, will appear. At ihxa Uiy Ji\ing blopm uill fade, j^^' ^^^^ ^^' ^^^^P ^^^ veidaiii ftxddc ; ( 3'9 ) Our tafte of pleafare then is o*er» The featherM fongders are no more ; And when they droop, and we decays Adieu the birks of Invtrmay, III. The lavrocks now and lintwhite (ing. The rocks around with echoes ring ; The mavis and the Slack -bird vye, , In tuneful ftrains to glad the day ; The woods now wear their fummer futtB ; To mirth all nature now invites : Let us be blythfome then apd gay Among the birks of Innjermay, IV. Behold the hills and vales around. With lowing herds and flocks abound ; The wanton kids and frisking lambs Gambol and dance about their dams ; The bufy bees with humming noife. And all the reptile kind rejoice : Let asy like them, then fing and play About the birks of Invermay, V. Hark, how the waters as they fall. Loudly my love to gladnefs call ; The wanton waves fport in the beam?. And fifhes play throughout the dreams; The circling fun does now advance. And all the planets round him dance : Let us as jovial be as they Among the birks of Invermay, Hero and L e a n d £ R, An old B A L L A D. LEANDERon the bay Of Hiile/pont all naked flood. Impatient of delay. He leapt into the fatal' flood : P 4 TVft \ ( 320 ) The raging fcas. Whom none can pleafe, 'Gainfl him their malice (how ; The heavens lowr'd. The rain down pour'd. And loud the winds did blow. - ir. Then calling round his eyes. Thus of his fate he did complain. Ye cruel rocks and skies I Yt ftormy winds, and angry main ! What 'tis to mifs The lover's blifs, Alas! ye do not know ; Make me your wreck As I come back. But fpare me as I go. Lo ! yonder (lands the tower Where my beloved Jifro lyei,' And this is the appointed hour Which fets to watch her longing eyei. To his fond (iiit The gods were mute | The billows anfwer, No : Up to the skies The fui'ges rife. But funk the youth ai low. IV. Mean while the wiihing maid. Divided 'twixt her care and love. Now does his (lay upbraid ; Now dreads he fhouM tlie paflkgje prore : O fate ! faid fhe. Nor heaven, nor thee. Our vows (hall e'er divide. I'd leap this wall, Cou'd I but faU ^ mv Leanderh fide. .' ( 3^1 ) V. At length the rificg fun Did to her fight reveal, too Utt, That Hgro was undone ; . Not by Leander's fault, bat fate. Said (he, Til fhew, Tho' we are two. Our loves were ever one : This proof I'll give, I will not live. Nor (hall he die alone. VI. Down from the wall (he leapt Into the raging feas to him. Courting each wave (he met. To teach her weary 'd arms to fwim ; The fea-gods wept. Nor longer kept Her from her lover's (ide. When join'd at laft. She erafp'd him faf^ Then figh d, embraced, and died. Rare Willy drown'din Yarrow, I. WILLIS rare, and mUfi fair. And lVillj\ wondrous bony ; And Willy heght to marry me. Gin e'er he married ony. If. Yeftreen I made my bed fu' braid. This night I'll make it narrow ; For a' the live-lang winter night I \y twin'd of my marrow. III. O came you by yon waterfide, Pou'd you the rofe or lilly ? Or came yon by yon meadow gct^til Or (kw yoa my fweet fVHly ? P S k ( 32* ) IV. She fooght him eaft, fhe fought him weft^ She ioughc him braid and narrow ; Syne in the cleaving of a craig She found him dro\^n*d in farrow. The King and the Miller. I. Ho W happy a ftate does the miller poffefs f Who wouM be no greater, nor fears to be lefs ; On his mill and himfelf he depends for fupporr. Which is better than fervilely ainging at court. What tho* he all dufty and whifned does go. The more he*s bepowderM, the more like a beau ; A Clo-wn in his </r//r may be honeder far. Than a Courtier who ftruts in his Garter and Star, II. Tho* his hands are fo daub'd,thcy Ve not fit to be feen. The hands of his Betters are not vtry clean ; A palm more polite may as dirtily deal. Gold in handling will flick to the fingers like meal. What if, when a pudding for dinfl^r he lacks, He cribs without fcruple from qiher mens facks ; In this of right noble example he brags. Who borrow as freely from other mens bags. ill. Or fhou'd he endeavour to heap an eftate. In this too he mimicks the voo/j of the flate, Whofe aim is alone their coffers to fill. And all his concern's to bring grift to his mill 1 ' He eats wheifhe's hungry, and drinks when he's dry. And down when he's. -weary contented does ly. Then rrfes up chearful to work and to fing : if fo happy a Mii/er^ then whoM be a Kwg f C 3^3 ) Tamo Tanfo. I. So much I love thee, O my treafure f That my flame no bound does know : Oh ! look upon your Twain with pleafure, ' For his pain Tome pity ihow, n. ^ Oh ! my charmer^ tho* I leave you» Yet my heart with you remains ; Let not then my abfence grieve you. Since with pride I wear your chains. The beautiful Singer. I. SINGING charms the bleft above. Angels fmg^ and faints approve i All we below Of heaven can ihow. Is that they both fmg and love. II. Anna with an angePs air, Sweet her notes, her face as fair : VafT^Is and kings Feel, when Ihe fings, Charms of warbliA beauty near. III. Savage nature conquer'd lyes. All is wonder and furprize i Souls expiring, Hearts a-firing, By het charming notes and eyes. IV. Let the violin and harp Hang and moulder till they warp ; Let flhte and lyre In duft expire. Shattered by a vocal /harp. k ( 394 ) Sweet William' s Gbojt. I. THERE came a ghod to Mar^rtt^ door. With many a grievous groan. And ay he tirltd at the pin, Euc anfwer made (he none. II. Is that my father Pbilipy Or ib*t my brother John ? Or is't my true love IViliy From Scotland new come home I III. 'Tis not thy father Philip, Nor yet thy brother John ; But 'tis thy true love fVilly From Scotland new come home* IV. O fweet Margaret ! O dear Margaret t I pray thcc fpeak to me» Give me my faith and troth, Marg^rtt^ As I gave it to thee. V. Thy faith and troth thou's never get. Nor yet will I tbce lend. Till that thou come within my bower. And kifs my cheek and chin. Vf. If I fhouM come within thy bower, I am no earthly man ; And ihou'd 1 kifs thy rofy lips, Thy days will not be lung* VII. O fweet JMarg'ret ! &q, as J^tb Stanza^ VIll. Thy faith and troth ihou's never get. Nor yet will I thee lend, Till you take me to you k\tlL-Yftrd| And wed me w'uh a nn&« ( 3H) IX. My bones are baried ia yon kirk-ytrd. Afar beyond the fea ; And ic is but my fpirit, Margaret, That's now fpeaking to thee. X. She ftretchM oat her lilly-white hand. And for to do her be(f, Hae there*s your faith and troth, ^i/fyp God fend your foul good reft. XL Now (he has kilted her robes of green A piece below her knee, And a' the live-lang winter night The dead corp followed (he. XII. Is there any room at your head, Wilijy^ Or any room at your feet ? Or any room at your fide, JVilly, Wherein that I may creep ? XIII. There's no room at my head, Margaret ; There's no room at my feet ; There's no room at my fide Marg^nt, My coffin's made (o meet. XIV. Then up and crew the red red cock. And up then crew the gray, 'Tis time, 'tis time, my dear Marg^rctf That you were going away. XV. No more the ghoft to Mar^rtV iaidp But with a grievous groao, Evanifh'd in a cloud of mid. And left her all alone. XVI. O (lay, my only true love, Iby, The conftant Margaret cry'd ; Wan grew her cheeks, (he clos'd her een, Sirccch' d her iufc limbs and dy'd« (326) Great Lamentation for the Lofs of Sweet Senisino. I. As mufing I rangM in the meads all alone, A beautiful creature was making her moan ; ' Oh I the tears they did trickle full fail from her tyts : She piercM both the air and my heart with her cries. Ob! tbt tiars, &c. 11. I gently requefled the caufe of her moan, iShe told me her fweet Senifino was flown s And in that fad pofture (he'd ever remain, Unlefs the dear charmer wouM come back again. Andin^ &c. III. Why» who is this mortal fo cruel, faid I» That draws fuch a dream from fo lovely an eye ! 'i'o beaaty fo blooming what man can be blind I To pailion fo tender what monfler unkind I To beauty^ Sec. IV. 'Tis neither for man, nor for woman, faid ihe. That thus in lamenting, I water the lee, My warbler celeftial, iweet darling of fame. Is a fhadow of fomething, a fex witiiout name. My twarbler celejlial^ &c. V. Perhaps, 'tis fome linnet, fome black-bird, faid I, Perhaps *tis your lark that has foar'd to the sky ; Come dry up your tear», and ab.indon your grief^ rjl bring you another to give you relief. Come dry^ &c. vr. No linnet, no black-bird, no sky-lark, f^id flic. But one much more tuneful by far than all three & My fweet Sent/ho^ for whom I now cry. Is fweeter than all the y^in^'d fongflcrs that fly. -^ff/ivef/, &C ( 3^7 ) VII. Adieu Farinelli, Cuzzoni likewife, Whom ftars and whom garters extol to the skies ; Adieu to the opera, adieu to the ball. My darling is gone, and a fig for them all. J'he Virgin^ s Prayer. I. CVP TD; eafc a love fick maid. Bring thy quiver to her aid ; Wich equal ardour wound the fwain : Beauty (hould never figh in vain. II. Let him feel the pleaiing fmart, Privc thy arrows through his heart ; When one you wound, you then deftroy; When both you kill, you kill with joy. Ungrateful Nanny. I. DI D ever fwain a nymph adore. As I ungrateful Nanny do ? Was ever fhepherd's heart fo fore. Or ever broken heart fo true ? My cheeks are fweli'd with tears, but (he Has never wee a cheek for me. r II. If Nanny call'd, did e'er I ftay. Or linger when fhe bid me run ? She onljf had the word to fay, And all fhe wifh'd ^as quickly done. I kiways think of her, but (he Does ne'er beftow a thought ocv me« ^t:^ (3^8) IIL To let her cows my clover tafle^ (iave I not rofe by break of day ? Did ever Nanny\ heifers faft. If Robin in his barn had hay. Tho* to my fields they welcome were, I ne*cr was welcome yet to her. IV. If ever Nanrt]^ loft a (beep, I cheerfully did give her two ; And I her lambs did fafely keep Within myTolds in froft and fnow : Have they not there from, cold been free I Bat Namt;^ iliU is cold to mc« V. When Nanny to tRe ^U did come, *Twas I that did her pitchers fill ; Full as they were, I brought them home : Her com I carried to the mill ; My back did bear the Tack, bat ibe Will never bear a iight of me. VI. To Nann/a poultry oats I cave, Fm fure they always had the beft ; Within this week her pidgcons have Eat up a peck of peafe at leaft. Her little pidgeons kifs, but fhe Will never take a kifs from me. VII. Muft RoBin always Nanny woo. And Nanny ftill on Robin frown , Alas r poor wretch f what fhall I do. If Nanny does not love me foon ! ' 'If no relief to me (hc'Jl bring, J*U hang me in her apron-ftiing. «4 I ( 3^9 ) The Scullion's Complaints BY the fide of a great kitchen fire« A fcullion fo hungry was laid« A pudding was all his defire s A kettle fupported his head. The hogs that were fed by the hoofe. To his fighs with a grunt did reply ^K And the guttur that car'd not a lou(e> Ran mournfully muddily by. II. Sut when it was fist in a di(h. Thus fadly complaining he cryM^ My mouth it does water, and wifli, I think it had better been fry'd. ^ The butter around it wai fpread^ 'Twai as great at a prince in his chair : Oh I might I but tat xt, he faid, The proof of the pudding Hei tber«, III. How fboliih waa I to believe It was made for to homely^ a dowiif Or that it would have a reprieve From the dainty fine follu of the town. Could I think that a pudding fp fine Would ever uneaten remove : We labour that others may dine. And live in a kitchen on love. IV. What tho* at the fire I have wrought Where puddings we boil and we fry, Tho* part of it hither be brought. And none of it ever fet by. Ah Coli/t ! thou rnuft not be fird. Thy knife and thy trencher refign ; There's Margaret will cat till fhe barft. And her turn is fooner than mine. kE^\ ( 33^ ) V. And you my companions fo dear. Who iorrow to fee me fo pale« Whatever I fuffer, forbear. Forbear at a padding to rail, Tho* 1 lhou*d through all the rooms rove, *Tis in vain from tny fortune to go ; 'I'is its fate to be often above, *Tis mine lliil to want it below. VI. If while my hard fate I fuftain, ' In your breails any pity be found. Ye {eivaiito that earlieii dine, Come fee how I ly on the ground : Then hang up a pan and a pot, And forrow to Cct how 1 dwell ; And fay, when you grieve at my lot, Poor Co/in lovM pudding too well* VII. Then back to your meat you may go. Which you fet in your difhes fo prim^ Where fauce in the middle does flow. And flowers are (IrewM round the brim : Whilft Co/in, forgotten and gone, By the hedges (hall difmaljy rove, Unlefs when he fees the round moon. He thinks on a pudding above. * 7be Hunter's Song. WHen betimes on the morn to the fields we repair. We range where the chafe may be feated ; At the found of the horn all diflurbance and care Flies away from the din as defeated. Then • See the exceUcnt On|Jw^> VoVm, ^xi^^^ ^'^ nCtaOu^^ k the Burlefque* ( 330 ir. Then youler did roar, hearing Tolitr before. Brave mudck makes Snueet-hps and Mally^ Ac the foand of the noife the hunters rejoice^ And the fquat makes the ratches to rally. III. Then cafting about, we find her anew. And we raife then a haloo to chear them ; The echoes around from the mountains refound. Rejoicing all hearts that do hear them. IV. And when (he turns weakj and her Iife*s at theftake. We take care to make her a feizure ; And foon as we kill, we recover at our will. And home we return at our leifure. V. And when we come home; our kind loving dames With the baft of good chear can provide us ; Good liquors abound, and healths go round. Till nothing that^s bad can betide us. VI. Then we rife in a ring, we dance and we iing. Having enough of our own, none to borrow : Can the court of a king yield a pleaianter thing \ We're the fame juft to day as to morrow. T^he jolly Bender. I. BACC HUS rauft now his power refign, I am tue only god of wine ; It is not fit that wretch fhou'd be In competiiion fet with me. Who can drink ten times more than he. II Make a new world, ye powers divine. Stock it with nothing elfe but wine : Let wine the only prpdufl be. Let wine be earth, be air and fca» And let that wine be all (ot mt« vtx ( 33* ) ra. Let wretched mortals vainly wear A tedious life in anxious care. Let the ambitious toil and think* Let ilates and empires fwim or fink^ My foul^s ambition is to drink. ^he Hay-maker's Song. I. COME, Neighboarsi now weWt aiide owr ii^. The fun in hafle Drives to the weft. With {ports, with fports condadd tli€ day. Let tv'ry man chufe out his lafs. And then falute her on the grafi i And when you find She*6 coming kind, Let not that moment pais s Then weMl tofs ofF our D0wlf» To true love and hoAOiir» To all kind lovine girb. And tke lord «t Ut amor. IL At night when round the hall we (k» With good brown bowis To chear our fouls. And raife, and raife a merry chat : When blood grows warm, and love runs high. And jokes around the table Hy, Then we retreat. And that repeat Which all would gladly try f Then we'll tofs off our bowls, To true love and honour. To all kind loving girls. And the lord of the manor* ( 333 ) nr. Let tazy great ones of the towa Drink night away. And deep all day. Till gouty, gouty they are grown* ; Our daily works Aich vigour give* That nightly fports we ofc revive. And kifs our dames With dronger flames Than any prince alive : Then we'll tofs off our bowls. To true love and honour. To all kind lovine girls. And the lord or the manor. I JbiAWAfc**^i»*—ai» Watty and Madge. In Imitation of William and Margaret^ I. J'nr^ W A S at the fhining mid-day hoar, X When all began to gaunt, That hunger rugg*d at Wattfs breaft. And the poor lad grow faint. His face was like a bacon ham That lang in reek had hung, And horn- hard was his tawny hand That held his hazel-rung. III. So wad the fafceft face appear Of the main drefly fpark. And fuch the hands that lords wad hae. Were they kept clofe at wark. IV. His head was like a heathery bu(h Beneath his bonnet blew, On his braid cheeks, frae lug to \u^ His bairdy briOles grew. "^XiX ( 334 ) V. But hunger, like a gnawing worm, Gade rumbling cnrough his kyte. And nothing now but foljd gear CouM give his heart delate. VI. He to the kitchen ran with fpeed^ To his lov'd Majge he ran. Sunk down into the chimney-nook With vifage fowr and wao. vir. Get up, he cryes, my crilhylovc. Support my finking faul .With lomething that is fit to chew, Be't either het or caul, VIII. This is is the how and hungry hoar. When the bed cures for grief Are Cogue -fous of the lythy kail. And a good junt of beef, IX. Oh Watty, Watty, Madge replycs, I but o'er juftly trow'd Your love was thowlefs, and that ye For cake and pudding woo'd. X. Bethink thee, Watty^ on that night. When all were hik afleep. How ye kifs*d me frae cheek to cheek. Now leave thefe cheeks to dreep. XT. How cou'd ye ca' my hurdles fat, And comfort of ^our fi^ht ? How cou'd ye roofc vw^ d\rc\'^\^\kax»^» Now all my d*Uttie\wii\^vT N ( 335 ) xir. Why did you promife me a fnood^ To bind my locks fae brown ? Why did you me fine garters heghC* Yet let my hofe fa* down ? XIII. O faithlefs Watty^ think how aft I ment your farks and hofe ! For you how mony bannocks fiown. How mony cogues of brofe. XIV. But hark ! -— the kail-bell rings, and I Maun gae link aff the pot ; Come iee, ye ha(h, how fair I fweaC, To ftegh your guts, ye fot. XV. The grace was faid, themafter fer/d^ Fat Madge return'd again, Blyth Watty raife and raxM himfell. And fidgM he was fae fain. XVI. He hy'd him to the favoury bench. Where a warm haggies (toddy And gart his gooly through the bag Let out its fat hearths blood. XVI. And thrice he cry'd, Come eat, dear Maigt, Of this delicious fare ; Syne claw'd it a6F mod cleverly. Till he could eat nae mair. Ce J. I A in a Jejfamine Bower. I. WH E N the bright God of day Drove weftward his ray. And the evening was charming and dear. The fwallows amain Nimbly skim o'er the plain. And our (hddows like giants appcan* i (336) 11. '^n a jefikminc boirer. When tlie bean was in fhw^. And Zifbyrs breathM odonrs aromd^ LovM Cilia (he fat With her fong and fpinet* And (he charm'd all the grove with bar finmiL III. Rofy bowers (he fongt Whilft the harmony ranp^ And the birds they aU flutt'nng arrire. The induftrious beet. From the flowers and trees* Gently hum with their (weets to their hire» The gay god of love. As he flew o'er the grove. By Zephyrs conduced 'along; As ihe touch*d on the Arings, He beat time with his wings. And echoe repeated the fong. V. O ye mortals ! beware How ye venture too near. Love doubly is armed to wound ; Your fate you can't fhun. For you're furcly undone. If you rafhly approach near the found. Were not fny Heart light y 1 wad die. I. THERE was'anes a May^ and /he loo'd na men. She biggit her bonny bower down in yon glen, B\ii nov^ fhe crys dool f and a wella-day \ Come down the green g^ie» ^tvicotcitW^^^M^y^ J9u/ noiAj/hc crys dool I &c. ( 337 ) II. When bonny young JobiFf came oVf die fei^ He faid he faw naithing fae lovely aa me } He heght me baith rings «ttd mony braw tilings i * And were na my heart light, I wad die. ^ III. He had a wee titty that looM na me, Becaufe I was twice as bonny as ihe ; She raisM fuch a pother *twixt him and his mother. That were na my heart light, t wad die. IV. The day it was Tet, and the bridal to be^' / The wife took a dwam, and lay down to die ; She mainM and (he graiaM out of xlolour and paia^ Till he vowM he never wad fee me again* She main'df &C. V, His kin was for luie of a hig^ degree^ Said, what had he to do with the like of ae f Albeit I was bonny I was «a for J^hmj^ i And were na my heart light, 1 wad die* Albeit 1 wiUf &c. VJ. They faid, I had neither COW nor caiF, Nor dribles of drink rins throw the ^rafi^ Nor pickles of meal runs throw the mOl-egrc i And were na my heart iijj^t, I wad die. Nor picklis of, ice, VII. His titty ihe was baith wylieand ilee. She fpyM me as I came o*er the lee ; And then (he ran in and made a loud din ; Believe your ain een, an ye trow na me. Andtbtmjhi, &c. VIII. His bonnet flood ay foa round ohYiV&^t^^^ Hh duld ane looks ay as well a& b)m«^% t^tti \ ( 338 ) - But now he Iets*t wear ony gate it will hin^ And call him fell dowie upon the corA-biog. But nonju be, &c. And now he gaes drooping about the dykes^ And a* he dow do is to hund the tykes : The Hve-lang night he ne*er (leeks his eye. And were na my heart light, I wad die. . X. Were I young for thee, as I hae been. We (houM hae been galloping down oq yon green. And linking it on the lilly-white lee ; And wow gin I were but young for thee. And linking^ Sec. Kind R OB i,N lo'es me. R B I NV WH I L S T I alone your foi^l pofTeft, And none more lov*d your bofom preft. Ye gods, what king like me was bled. When kind Jtany lo'ed me ! l^ty ho Jeany^ quoth he. Kind Robin loe's thee. J E A N y. Whilft you ador*d no other fair. Nor Kati with, me your heart did fhare. What queen with Jeany coo'd compare. When kind Robin lo'ed me f Hey bo Robin, i^c. Rob I N. Katy now commands my heart, Kate who fings with fo much art, Whofc life to fave with mine Td part; For kind Katy loves me. Heybo]^W]^ Wc* ( 339 ) J E A N Y- Paty now deDghts mine tyts. He with equal ardour dies, Whofe life to fave Pd perifli twice ; For kind P^/y lo'es mc. Hey h9 Robin^ l^c. Robin. What if I KaU for thee difdain^ And former love return again. To link us in the ftrongeft chain ; For kind Robin lo*es tkee* Hey h Jeany, ^c. J E A N Y- Tho* Paty^s kind, as kind can be. And thou more ftormy than the fea, IM chufe to live and die with thee. If kind Rohin lo'es me. Hey bo Robin, ^c. my heavy heart ! Tune of^ The Broom of Cowdcdcaows. I. OMy hearf, my heavy, heavy hearf^ * Swells as 'twou'd burll in twain t No tongue can e*er defcribe its fmart ; Nor I conceal its pain. ir. Blow on ye winds, defcend, foft rains. To footh my tender grief: Your folemn muiick lulls my pain. And yields me ihort relief, O my hearty &c. III. In fome lone corner would I fity Retired from human kind ; Since mirth, nor fhow, nor fparkling wit. Can eafe my anxious mind. • -v^ 3 « 'V^ (340 ) IV. The fun which makes all nature g/sfp Torments my weary tyt^^ And in dark fliades I pafs the day. Where echoe Seeping lyes. O my btartt &c. V. The foarkling ftars which gayly flune^ Ana Klietering deck the night. Are all mch cruel foes of mine, I ticken at their 6ght. Ombiartt &c. VL The gods themfelves their creatures love^ Who do their aid implore ; O learn of them, and blefs the nymph Who only you adore. O my biort, Sx. vir. The fe ong e ft paffion of the mmd. The greate& blift we koow, Arifes from fuccefsful lore. If not the grcateft woe. O mj biart, &c. BellaJpeUing. I. ALL you that would refine your bloody XX As pure as fam*d LswiUmg, Sy water clear» come extry year And drink at Befla^liinz. Tho* pox or itch your bkin enrich With rubies pall the telling, * Twill clear your skin, e^er you have beeo A month at Bdlafftlling. . Tho^ li^\t% cheeks be green as leeks^ Whtn lYity come from tVtu ^^M^^vaq^ L Tht kindling rofc within lYietaVtem k Wiiic /he'a at JBW/«/^«ii«. ^""^^ C 341 ) The fatty brown juft come from towOy Grows here as ficfh aa Helen ; Then back fhe goes to kill the beat»» By dint of J^IaAeJJgng. 111. Our ladies are as freih and fair As Ra/j or bright Dunie/Iiag, And Mars might make a Mr millakey Were he at Bellajpeliing, We muft fiibmit as they think fit» And there is no rebellinff ; The reafon^s plain, the ladies reiga Our queens at BiliaJpelUng. IV. By matchlefs charms and conqaering irsu^ They have the way of quelling Such defperate fbes^ as dare oppofis Their power at Bellafpelling. Cold water turns to fire and burns, I know^t becaufe I fell in The happy dream where a fair damo- Did bathe at BtllaJ^liag. V. Fine beaus advance, equipt for dance. And bring their Anne and N^m With fo much grace, I*m fure no place Can vie with Bellafpelling. No politicks, or fubtile tricks. No man his country felling ; We eat and drink, and never tl^nk. Like rogues at Bellafpelling. VI. The painM in mind, the pufF*d with wind. They all come here pell-mell ins And they are fure to find a cure fiy drinking Bellafpelling. Tho' dropfy fell you to the gill. From chin to toe high fwelling. Pour in, pour out, you need Apt doubt A cure at Bella^elling. ( 342 ) vir. Death throws no darts in thefe good parts. No lextons here are kntlling : Conie judge and try» you^ll never die While you are at Bella fpell'mg ; Excf pt you feel darts ^ipM with dee]. Which here are very belle in. When from their eyes fweet ruin ilys. You die at BelloMling, VIII. Good chear, good air, much joy, no care. Your fight, your tafte and fmelling. Your ears, your touch, tranfported much. Each day at Bella/pelling. Within this, bound we all fleep found. No noi fy dogs are yelling. Except you wake for C$Ua*i fake All night at BdUJ^dling. IX. Here all you fee, both he and fhe. No lady keeps her cell in, fiut ail partake the mirth we make. Who live at Biiia/peliing. My rhime is gone, I t)iihk I*ve done, XJnlefs I (houM bring hell in ; But fi nee weVe here to heaven fo near, I can't at BellafpeUing* The wandering Beauty. TH E grnces and the wandering loves Are fled to diftant plains. To chace the fawns, or in the groves To wound admiring fwaini : With their bright Mijinfs there they ilray. Who turns their carelefs eyes From daily vidlories ; v^t eacVi d?L7 Beholds new triumphs in \\ti vi?^7» l||Aod,ranquers as Ihe IlicS| ( 343 ) II. But fee ! implor'd by moving prayers To change the Iover*s pain ; Venui hep harnefsM doves prepares. And brings the Fair again. Proud mortals who tkis Maid purfuc. Think you Ibe'll e'er refign ? Geafe fools your wifhes to renew, 'Till (he grows flefh and blood like yotr^ Or you like her divine^ Or you^ Sec. The Sweet I'emptation. I. SA W ye the nymph whom I adore ? Saw ye the goddefs of my heart ^ And can you bid me love no more ? And can you think I feel no (inart t II. So many charms around her fliine, Who can the fweet temptation fly ^ Spite of her fcorn, fhe's fo divine. That I muft love her, tho' I dic^ Bonny Barbara Allan.. I. IT was in and aboat the Martinmas time. When the green leaves were a falling. That Sir John Grsemt in the weft country Fell in love with Barbara Allan. II. He fent his man down through the towii» To the place where ihe was dwelling, O hade and come to r^y mafter dear. Gin ye be Barbara Allan^ > (344) III. O hooly, hooly rofe flic np. To the place wliere he wis Ijiag^ And when (be drew the corcaiB bj, Youflg mao^ I think jou're dTiog. IV. O its 1*01 ficky and rtiy rery ficl^ And *cjs a* for Barbmra AlUtn. O the better for nse ye^t never be, Tho* yoor heart's blood were n fptlling. V. O dkma ye nind young man, iaid flie. When ye was in the tarem a drinking. That ye made the healths gae roimd and jrosnd^ And flighted Barhmta Allan. VI. He tam*d his htt onto the wait. And death was with him dealing i Adieu, adieu, my dear friends aU, And be kind to Barbara Alla%% VIL And flowly, flowly raife fhe up« And flowly, flowly left him i And fighing, (aid, (he coa'd not ftay^ Since death of lift had reft him. VIII. She had not gate a mile but twa. When flie heard the dead-bell ringing. And everv jow that the dead- bell geid. It cry'd. Woe to Barhara AiUn* IX. O mother, mother, make my bed, O make it ftfk and narrow. Since mv love died for me to day, 111 die for him to morrow. ( 345) 7k Toper's Petitioru ' I. O Grant sne, kind Baceiutp The god of the viaf» Mot a pipe nor a tiiii» Bat an ocean of wine» With a (hip that's wfU oiM*4 With fuch rare-hearted feUow^^ Who oe*er left the tavern For a porterly ale hoa(e. IL Let the Ihip fprinp a leak^ To let in the tipple^ Without pump or lonfr-boatj To iave fiiip or people : So that each jolly la4 May always be bounds Or to drink, or to drink^ Or to drink, or be drowa'd. iir. When death do^ prevait^ It is mv defign To be nobly intomb*d In a wave of good wine : So that living or dead» Both body and fpirit. May float round the worVI In an ocean of daret. rbe Kelhf by tbe Bowl. SINCE drinking has power to bring us nelief^ Come fill up the bowl« and the pox on all grief &, U we find that won*t do, ^*11 have fuch another* And fo we'll proceed from one bowl to another i Till, like fens of Apollo^ well make our wit fois^ Ot in homage to Bacchui fa^V doNVti QDl^^^ ^^x . ( '346 ) Jpello and 'Bacchus were both merly feals. Each of them delighted to tofs off their bowb ; Then let us to (hew ouffelves mortah of merits Be toafting thefe gods in a bowl of good claret, ^nd then we (hall each be deferyiag of praife : But the man that drinks mofl (hall go off with the bajs. On Mafonry. I. BY M/j/on*s art, the afpTring dome In various columns (hall arife ; Ali ciimates are their native home, Their godlike adlions reach 'the skies^ Heroes and Kwgs revere their name, i^nd Poets iing their deathlefs fame. u. ' Great, genVous, nobl^, wife and brave» Are titles they moft judfy claim ; Their deeds (hall live beyond the grave*. Which babes unborn (hall loud proclaim ^ Time (hall their glorious aAs inroiK Whilft love and friend(hip x±arm the foul. Tke Coquet F i£ I. ROM mUe's and /fWs,. 1 o purling rills. The love fick Strephon^e^i There full of woe. His numbers flow, And aH in rhime he dies. II. T7)e fair coquet. With /cign'd regret, yitcs him back to town ; ( 347 ) But when in tears The lad appears^ She meets him with a frown. III. Full oft the maid This prank had playM, •Till angry Strephon fwore^ And what is ilrange, Tho' loth to change^ Would never fee her more. Genth) touchy &c* I. GENTLY touch the warbling lyre» Cbloi feems inclined to reft» Fill her foul with fond deiire, Softeft notes will footh her bread.. Fleafing dreanu aflUl in love. Let them all propitious prove; IL On the mofTy bank (he lyes, (Nature's verdant velvet-bed)i Beauteous flowers meet her eye?,. Forming pillows for her head* Zephyrs waft their odours round^ And indulging whifpert found.. IMITATED. L GE N T L Y flir and blow the fire,. Lay the mutton down to roait :. Gee me, quick, *tis my defire. In the dreepingpan a toaft. That my hunger may remove v Mutton \& the meat I love. (349) ir. On the drefler fee it lyes : Oh the charming white and red f Finer meat oe*er met my eyes. On the fweeteft grafs it ted : Swiftly make the jack go rounds Let me have it nicely browned. III. On the table fpread the clotb. Let the knives be (harp and dean | Pickles get of every fort. And a faliad crifp and greeft : Then with froall beer and fparkling wine, O ye God« ! bow I ihall dine. Tie happy Beggars. ^een rf tbi Bi^an. HOW bleft are beggar- laflet. Who never toiffor tieafure f Who know no care, but how to ftiare Each day fucceflive pleafiire. Prink away, let's be gay. Beggars Ail] with blifs abound. Mirth and joy ne*er can cloy, Whilfi fhe fparkling glafs goes lOoxA. firfi Wmnan% A i>g foi" gaudy fashions. No want of doaths cppreflei ; We live at eafe with rags and fleas. We value not oar dr^s* Drink anuay^ &c. Second Wamau* We fcorn all ladies waihes. With which they ipoil each featurl^ No patch or paint or beauties want. We live in ftmple nature. Ik >6V^ ( 349 ) Third Woman m No chollck, fplccn, or vapours, Ac morn or eveoing tsafe us s We drink not tea» or ratafia ; Whenfick, a 4ram caa <de nt. Drink a*wajf &C« Fourth Woman. That ladies a£t in private^ By nature's foft compliance ; We think no crime, when in our prime. To kifs without a licence. Drink away, Uc Fifth Woman, We know no (hame or fcandal. The beggars law befriends us i We all agree in liberty, ^ And poverty defends os. Drink away, &c. Sixth Woman. Like jolly beggar wenches. Thus, thus we dsown all forrow ; We live to day, and ne'er delay Our pleafure till to morrow. Drink away, &c. Lucy and Colin, L OF Leifter, famM for maidens baif, Bright Lucy was the grace ; Nor e*er did Lifffi limped Sream Reiledl fo fweet a face : 'Till lucklefs love and pining cate ImpairM her rofy hue. Her coral iips and damask cheeks^ And eyes of gloiTy bkc« ^W ( 350 ) IL Oh f have you feen a lilly pale. When beating rains defcend ? So droopM the Sow-confuaiing maid^ Her life was near an end. By Lucy warned, of flattering fwains Take heed, ye eafy fair, Cf vengeance due to broken vows^ Ye pcrjur'd fwains, beware. iir. Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring p And (hreeking at her window thrice. The raven flap*d his wing : Too well the love-lorn maiden knew The folemn boding found. And thus in dying words befpoke^ The virgins weeping aound v IV. ^ I hear a voice you cannot hear^. •* Which fays^ I muft not ftay ; ^ I fee a hand you cannot fee, ** Which beckons me away. ^ By a falfe heart and broken vow9, •* Ifl early youth I die ; ** Was I to blame, becaufe his bride. ** War thrke as rich as I? V. ** Ah Co/in ! give not her thy vows; " Vows due to me alone ; Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kils,. Nor think him all thy own. " To morrow in the church to wed^ " Impatient both prepare : y But know, fond maid, and know> faL^e man, " That Lucy will be there.. *!' Theft 14 «• ( 351 ) .. VI. " Then bear my coarfe, my comrades, beaiv *' This bridegroom blyth to meet ; •* He in his weddtng-trim (o gay, " I in my winding-fliect." She fpoke, (he dy'd : her coarfe was born> The bridegroom blyth to meet ; He in his wedding-trim fo gay^ She in her winding^fheet^ VIT. Then what were perjurM C<?//Vs thoughts t How were thefe naptiars kept I The bride's men flockM round Lucjf dead*,. And all the village wept. Confufion, (hame, remorff, delpair,. At once his bofom fwetl ; The damps of death bedewM his^brow;^ » He ihooky he groaa'd^ hie fell. VIII. From the vain brfde (ah bride no more P The varying crimfon fled. When (IretchM before her rival's coarfe^ She faw her husband dead. Then to his Lucy^ new made grave, . Convey *d by trembling fwains. One mold with her, beneath one fod-,. For ever now remains. IX.. Oft at his grave, the conflant hind^ And plighted maids are feen. With garlands gay' and true love knots^ They deck the facred green. But^Twain forfworn, whoever thou artj. This hallowM fpot forbear ; Remember Co/in^s dreadfulfkte^ And fear tp meet him here* 'Dl.^\^Yt'*~» vjl ( 35« y D E R M E T* 5 Cronnocb. I. ON E Sunditf after nuUs, Dirmit and his lafs To the Grtimfo^od did pafi. All alone, all alone. All alone, all alone, all akNM^ II. He atlcM im a poguc. And (he call'd biro a rogoe, ; And ftruck him with her brogue. Ahon I ahon f ahon ! lU. Said he, my dear fboy, Why will you prove coy ? Lcc u8 play, let w toy, AU alone, all aloae. All alone, aUalooe, aDaloot. ly. If I were fo mild. You are fo very wild. You would get me a mild. Ahon I ahon ! ahon I V. He bribM her with fruits,- And he brib'd her with nuts, •Till a thorn prick'd her foots. ■ Haloo I kaloo ! haloo t haloo t VI. Shall I pull it out ! You will hurt me, I doubt, And make me to.Aout. Haloo! haloo! haloo) ( 353 ) "A Review of Sf.VAV l* s Churchy CovENT Garden. I. HAVING fpent all my time Upon women and wine, I went CO the church out of fpicc ; Bat what the prieU faid Is quite out of my head, I refolv'd not to edify by*c. II. All the women I viewed. Both religious and lewd, From the fable top-knot to thtt fcarleti i An even wager I'd la/^ That at a foul play. The houfe ne'er fwarm'd fo with harlots. in. Madam lovely I faw With her daughters-in law. Who (he offers to fale ty*ty Sunday % In the midft of her prayers She negociaces affairs. And iigns aifignations for Msndcy. IV. Next a baron knight's daughter,^ Whofe own mother taught her. By precept and praflical notions. To wear gaudy clothes. And ogle the beaux. Was at church, to (hew figns of devotioi." V. Next, a lady of fame. Who we (hall not name. She'll glye you no trouble in teaching ; , She ha$ a very fine book. But ne'er on it does look. And regards neither praying uox i^ttax^YD^^% ( 354 ) VI. Madam fair there (he fits, AlmoO out of her wits, Betwixt vice and devotion debating ; She's as vicious as fair. And has no buiincfs there* To hear mailer fickle text-prating. vn. From the corner of the fquare Comes a hopeful yoang pair, As religious as they fee occafion ; But if pritches or paint Be true figns of a faint. We've no reafon to fear their damnation* VIII. When thus he had done. Hi" blcft cwtfy one. With his benediction the people : So I rifn to the Croix: n^ Leil the church fhouM fall down. And beat out my brains with the (leeplet S u s A N ' J Complaint and Remedy. I. As down in the meadows I chanced to pa(s, Gh I there I beheld a young beautiful lafs. Her age, I am fure, it was fcarcely Afteen* And (he on her head wore a garland of green : Her lips were like rubies ; and as for her eyes They fparkled like diamonds, or (lars in the skies. And as for her voice it was charming and clear. And (he fung a fong for the lofs of her dear. II. Why does my love l^ily prove falfe and unkind } Ah { why docs he change like the wavering wind. From one that is \oya\ m tVt^ dt^gtt^ \ Ah I why dees he chat\^t xo «.wi\\^i lt«.m^\ ^:^ ( 355 ) Or does he take pleafure to torture me (b ? Or does he delight in my fad overthrow ? Sufannah will always prove true to her truft, •Tis pity lov'd Willy fhouM prove fo unjud. III. In the meadows as we were a mnking of hay. There did we pafs the foft minutes away ; Then was I kifsM, and fet down on his knee. No man in the world was fo loving as he. And as he went forth to harrow and plow, I milkM him fweet fillabubs under my cow : O then I was kifs'd as I fat on his knee ! No man in the world was fo loving as he* But now he has left me, and Fanny the fair Employs all his wifhes, his thoughts and his care : He kifTe^ her lip as /he (its on his knee, And fays all the fweet things he once faid to me : But if ihe believe him, the falfC'hearced fwain Will leave her, and then (he with me may complain* For nought is more certain, believe filly Sue^ Who once has been faithlefs can never be true. V. She finifhM her fong, and *rofe up to be gone. When over the meadow came jolly young John^ Who told her that (he was the joy of his life. And if (he'd confent he wou'd make her his wife : She couM not refufe him, fo to church they went ; Young fVilly^ s forgot, and young Su/an*s content, Moft men are like fFilly, moll women like Sue ; Ji men will be falfe, why ihou*d women be true ? ■^.'^ The Cobler. A Cobler there was, and he livM in a (lall, ^ ^Which fervM him for parlour,for kitchen and hall » No coin in his pocket, no care in his pate. No ambition had he, ^nor no duns at his ^te, Dtrrry Jjbwn, down, down, d^tx^ ^onntv. (356) II. Contented he work*d, and he thought himrelf htppf If at night he cou'd purchafe a cup of brown nappy i He*d laugh then and whilUe, and fing too mod fwecr, Sayine jutt to a hair I've made both ends to meet. Vtrn down, &c. III. But love the difturber of high and of Iow» That (hoots at the peafant as well at the beau» He (hot the poor cobler quite thro* the heart, I wi(h it had hit fome more ignoble part, Btrry d$itin^ &C« IV. It was from a eellar this archer did play. Where a buxom young damfel continually lay % Her eyes (hone fo bright when (he rofe eyery day. That ftie (hot the poor cobler ftraigbt over the wajt Derrj d$wn, &C. v« He fung her love-fong? as he (at at his wofk. But (he was as hard as a yew or a Turk : When ever he rpoke,(he wou*d flounce,and woii*d tetfi Which put the poor cobler quite into deipair. Dtrry doiun, &c. VI. He took up his aw]» that he had in the world. And to make away with himfelf was refolv^d. He piercM thro' his body inilead of the fole : So toe cobler he dy'd, and the bell it did toll. Derry d9fWH, &c. The Bonny Earl of M u R R a Y, I. YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, Oh I where have you been ? They have (Liin the Earl of Murray, And they lay*d him on the green f 7^ff Hfovi, &C. Now II. Now wac be to thee, Huntfy^ And wherefore did you fae f I bade you bring him wi* yoii» Bat forbade yoa him to flay. Ibadi, Sec, m. He was a braw gallant. And he rid at the ring } And the bonny Earl of Murrof^ Oh ! he might have been a xiag. Jndtbif &c. IV. He was a braw eallant. And he play*d at the ba* ; And the bonny Earl of Mumy Was the flower aoiang them a*. V. He was a braw gallant. And he played at the glove ; And the bonny Earl of Murrayf Oh ! he was the Qoeen^s love* Jndtbe^ &c. VI. Oh \ lang will his lady Look o*er the caiUe Dowftf E^er (be fee the Earl of Murray Come founding thro* the town. Jf e'er I do nssett^ *tis a Wonder. I. WH E N t was a yonng lad» My fortune was bad ; If e'er I do well, *(is a wonder; If^tit ( 358 ) . I fpent all my means On whores, ba^'ds and queans : Then I ^ot a commiiliun to plunder. TuU all di rail, &c. II. The hat I have on So grcafy is grown. Remarkable *cis for its fluniog : 'Tis fticchM all about. Without button or loop. And never a bit of a lining. FaU all dt rail, kz. III. The coat I have on, So thread-bare is grown. So out at the armpits and elbows^ That I look as abfard As a failor on board. That has ly*n fifteen months in the bilbos. ' Fall all de rail, &C. IV. My (hirt it is tore Both behind and before, The colour is much like a cinder ; ^Tis fo thin and fo fine. That it is my defign To prefent it to the mufes for tinder. . Fall all de rail, &C. V. My blue fuflian breeches Is wore to the ditches. My legs you may feje what*s between them i My pockets all four, Tm the fon of a whore, If there's ever one farthing within them. • FaJl all de rail. Sec. VI. I've (lockings, 'tis true, But tiie devil a (hoe, I'm obliged to wear boots in all weather ; .( 359 ) Be damn'd the boot-fole, Curfc on the fpur-roll. Confounded be the apper-Ieather. Fa// a// de ra//^ Sec. VII. Had ye then but feen The fad plight I was in, YeM not feen fuch a poet amongft twenty ; I have nothing that's full. But my ihirt and my fcuU, For my pockets and belly were empty. Fa/J a// de ral/, &c. I'be Fumbler's Rant, I. COME carles a* of fomblers ha% And I will tell you of our fate. Since we have married wives that's braw. And canna pleafe them when *cis late : A pint we*ll take, our hearts to chear i What fauts we have, our wives can tell : ' Gar bring us in baith ale and beer. The auldeft bairn we hae*s our fell. II. ' Chrift*ning of weans we are redd off. The parifh priefl 'tis he can tell, We^aw him nought but a gray groat. The offering ror the houfe we dwelL Our bairn8*s tocher is a' paid. We're mafters of the gear our fell j 2:«r either ivell or wae betide, Hei-e's a health to a' the wives that's yelL m. Our nibour's auld fon and the lafs. Into the barn amang the ilrae. He grips her in the dark beguefs. And after that comes meikle wae. Repentance ■ - .g (36o) RepCDtanee ay comes afterhiD*, It coft the carle baith corn and liay | We're qaat of that with little din. Sic aoBiM haont ne*er yoo nor L IV. Now merry, merry may we be» When we think on our nibour Rilif^ The way the carle does, we fee, Wi* hit aald fon and his daughter Mi^gy Boots he maun hae, pifiols , why not ; The hulTy maon hae corkit ibxm : We are no (ae ; gar fill the pot, We*ll drink to a* the houri at e*«a, V. Here's a health to Jaim Maekay we'll To Hughifp JlndnnVf Rob and Tarn ; WeMl fit and drink, we'll nod and wink^ It is o'er foon for us to ^ng. Foul fa the cock, he'as fpilt the play. And I do trow he's but a fool, WeMl fit a while, 'tis lang to day. For a' the cocks they rave at TioL VI. Since we have met, we'll merry be. The formaft hame (hall bear the mell i ril fet me down, left I be fee. For fear that I (hon'd bcar't my fell. And I, quoth Rob^ and down fat he. The gear (hall never me out-ride. But we'll take a fowp of the barley^bree^ And drink to our yell fire-fide. The Matron's Wijb. I. WH £ N my locks are grown hoary. And my vifage looks pale; When my fbreV\cad W vnvnklcs^ And my eye fig^Vii do«& t«i\ \ \a\ \ ( 36i ) Let my words and my actions Be free from all harm, And may I have my old hiisband To keep my back warm. * ■ - Chorus. _ ^i p/ia/ures of youth Anjiowen but of May i Our life's hut a vapour^ Our hodfs hut clay : O lit mi live *v;ill, Tho* I li*ve hut a d^» ir. With a fermon on ^unday^ And a bible of good print ; With a pot on the fire. And good viands in^t ; . With ale, beer and brandy, . Both winter and fummer. To drink to my goffip. And be pledgM by my cammer* ihe pleafures of &c. III. With pigs and with poultry^ And fome money in ftore. To purchafe the needful, And to give to the poor : With a bottle of Canatf To fip without fin, And to comfort my daughter Whene*er (he lies in. The plsafurej^ &C. IV. With a bed foft and eafy To reft on at night. With a maid in the morning To rife with the light. R '^^ 1 (3^2) To do her work neady» And obey my defire. To make the houfe clean. And blow up the fire. The pliofures of^ &c. With health and content. And a good eafy chair i With a thick hood and mantle. When I ride on my mare. Let me dwell near my cup-botrd. And far from my foes. With a pair of glafs eyes To clap on my nofe. nt pUa/uns oft &c. VI. And when I am dead. With a figh let them fay. Our honeft old cummer'i Now laid in the day : When young, (he was chearfuf. No (cold, nor no whore ; She a(ri(ted her neighboars. And ^ve to the poor. v^' tbefloiMtr of ber youth In her age did decay ^ no'' her life like a mafour E*vanifl?*d a<way. She li'v^d fwell and hapfy Unto ber laft day. The free MaforCs Song^ I. Co M E let us prepare. We Brothers that are A(rcnibled, on merry occafion : Let^s drink, laugh and fing. Our wine has a ^ring ; Here*s a health to an accepted mafon. Tht (363 ) ir. The world is in pain Our fecret to gain. And dill let them wonder and gaze on : They ne*er can divine The word, or the iign, Of a free and an accepted malbn. III. *Tis this and *tis that. They cannot tell what. Why fo many great men of the nation Should aprons put on, . To make themfelves one. With a {]W and an accepted nafon. IV. Great kings, dukes and lords. Have laid by their fwords. Our myll*ry to put a good grace ont And ne^er been afham'd To hear themfelves nam*d With a free and an accepted mafon* V. Still firm to our truft. In friendihip weVe hiCtp Our aflions we guide oy our reafon : By obferving this rule. The paffions move cool Of a free and an accepted maibn. VI. All idle debate About church or the ftate^ The fprings of impiety and creafon : Thefe raifers of ftrife Ne'er ruffle the life Of ^ free and an accepted malon. VII. Antiquity*s pride We have on our fide, Which adds high renown eo our ilaiicn : R 2 "YVtx^^- (3^4 ) There*! nought bat whaf s good To be underllood By a free and an accepted mafop. VIIL The clergy embrace. And all Aarori% race. Our fauare afliona their knowledge to plaoe on ; Ana in each degree They*ll honoured be With a free and an accepted mafon. IX. We*re true and fincere In our love to the fair. Who will truft us on every occafion : No mortal can more The ladies adore Than a free and an accepted mafon. X. Then join hand in hand, T* each other firm ftand. Let's be merry, and put a good face on : What mortal can boafl So noble a toaft As a free and an accepted mafon ? T^he Sailor's Rant. I. How pleafant a failor's life paiTes, Who roams o'er the watery main ! Ino treafure he ever amalTes, But chearfully fpends all hit gain« We're ftrangers to party and fadUoo, I'o honour and honefty true i And would not commit a bad adtion, i«'or power or profii it\ v'ltv*. CVL^VX^, N (3^5 ) Chorus. Ti^en n})hyjh9uli we quarrel /or ricbiSp Or tmffucb glittering toy f A light heart and a thin pair of hreeebes Goes thoro*w the ^world^ hret<ve boy, ' IL The world is a beautiful garden, £nrich*d with the bleffings of life^ The toiler with plenty rewarding. Which plenty too often breeds fbife.. When terrible tempefts alTail us. And mountainous billows affright ; No grandeur or wealth can avail us. But skilful induftry fleers rights Then nt)byfi>ould^ &C. Ill- The courtier's more fubjeft to dang^rs^ Who rules at the helm of the ^te. Than we, that to politicks are ftraiigert Efcape the fnares laid for the gjreat* The various bleffings of nature. In various nations we try : No mortal than us can be greater^ Who merrily live till we ^y* Then *wbyJhoul(i^ &C. A Love Song in the Modern T^afte^ By Dr. S w i f t» I. FLUTTERING fpread thy purple pinions^ Gentle Cupid, 6*cr my heart » 1 a (lave in thy dominions. Nature mult give way to art. » ' - II- Mild Jrcadians, ever blooming, « Nightly nodding o^er your nocks,. See my weary days confumiog All bcDcath ybn flowery toOu^ •t^Vis* (366) III. Thus the Cyprian goddefi weepiog, Moarn'd Ai»ms^ darling youth. Him the boar, in filence creeping, Gor'd with unrelenting tooth. IV. Cfnthia tone harmonious numbers. Fair Difcretion ftring the lyre. Sooth my ever waking numbers. Bright Jf9llo lend thy choir. V. Gloomy Piuto^ king of teiror*, Arm*d in adamantine chains. Lead me to the cryfial mirrors Watering foft Elyfian plains, VI. Mournful cyprefs, verdant wiUow^ Gilding my Aurtlia^^ brows, Morfbeus hov*ring o*er my pillow. Hear me pay my dying vows. VII. Melancholy, fmooth meander Swiftly purling in a round, On thy margin lovers wander, With chy flow*ry chaplets crowned. VIIL Thai when PbUomiia drooping^ Softly feeks her filent mate ; See the birds of Juno Hooping : , Melody refigns to fate. Silvia and the Flasks I Thank thee, my friend. That at length you declare. Why Si/via^s (o coy As to Ihun me with care* H ■ ■ ( 367 ) I mus'd every night. And rackM my poor fool. To find out the caufe Of a falifaood fo foaL II. Bat fhe tells me (he cannot With claret agree. That (he thinks of a hqg(head Whenever (he fees me : That I fmelliike a beafty And therefore that I Muft refolve to forfake her Or darety good claret deny. IIL Ye gods ! was eV it knows That beafts (meUM of wine ? They bratiiUy abhor A liquor ib divine : ^Tis when we are moft beafit. When like them in common. We eagerly go a hunting For the next lewd woman. Muft I leave my dear bottle. That has been ever my friend^ Which prolongs all my joys. To my grief puts an end t Which infpires me with wit. And makes me h fublimt^^ That there's none are like ns That drink the beft wine. V. But Sihta^ whom nature So perfed has made. Has no room left for wi(hes^ New beauties to add. Muft I leave her, I*m forry. It is too hard a task ; Yet (he may go to the deviU Bring me cne other flaaVc.. ( 368 ) Love^ Drink and Debt. I. I Have been in love, and in debt, and in drink, Thefe many and many a year \ And thefe are plagues enough I ihou*d think For any poor mortal to bear. *Twa8 love made me fall into drink, , And drink made me fall' into debt ; And tbo^ I have (Iruggled and flrove, I cannot get out of them yet. II. There's nothing but money can cure nae. And rid me of all my pain : 'Twill pay all my debt?, And remove all mj lets ; And my milirefs, that cannot endare me. Will love me, and love me again t Then, then I Ihall fall to my loving and drinking again* Tl^e Farmer's Son. I. SWEET Nelly, my heart's delight. Be loving, and do not fl'ght The proffer I make, for modefly's feke, I honour your beauty bright ; Tw love I profefs, I can do no lefs. Thou haft my favour won ; And fince I fee your modefty, 1 pray agree and fancy me, Tho* I'm but a farmer's fon. II. No : I am a lady gay, *7'i8 very well known I may Have men of renown in country and town. Sir Roger without delay. Court Bridget, or Sm, K«te» 15a«wj^ ^x^rut^ Ticir loves wiW fooii\)"e vitm \ ( 3^9 > But don*c ye dare to fpeak me fair. As tho* I were at my laft pray*rj» To marry a farmer^s Ton. iir. My father has riches in ftore. Two hundred a year and more, s Befides fheep and cows, carts, harrows and plowf^ His age is above threefcore : And when he gives way, then merrily I Shall have what he has won ; Both land and kine, and all fhall be thine. If thou'lt incline, and wile be mine. And marry a i^mer's fon» IV. A fig for yonr cattle and corn,. Your proffered love I fcom i ^Tis known very well, my name is N$Jl^ And youVe but a bumpkin born. Well, iince it is fo, away I will go. And I hope no harm is done 4 Farewell, adieu, I hope to woo As good as you, and win her too, Tho* l*m but a farmer's fon. V. Be not in fuch hafte, quoth (he. Perhaps we may ftill agree :. For, man, I proteft, I was but in jeft,. Come prithee fit down by me ; For thou art the man that verily can Perform what muft be done. Both ftrait and tall, genteel withal;^ Therefore I (ball be at your call To marry a farmer's fon. VI. Dear Nel/y, believe me now, I folemnly fwear and vow. No lords in their lives take pleafnre 10 their wives- Like fellows that drive the plow* R 5 ^« ( 370 ) ^ For whatever they gain with labour and pam They don^t to harlots ron As courtiers do ; I never knew A London beau that cou*d outdo A country farmer's Ton. T^he Angil Woman. I. WH £ N thy beauty appears With its graces and air*. All bright as an /ingei New dropt from the sky ; At diftance I gaze, And am aw'd by my fears f So ^rangely you dazzle mine eye ? ir. But when without art Your thoughts you impart, When your love runs in blnfliei Through every vein. When it darts from your tytt^ When it pants from your heart. Then I know you are a Woman again. III. There^s a paflion and pride In our fex (he reply*d, And thus (might I gratify both) I would do, Still an jingel appear To each lorer belide, But dill be a Woman to yeu. R o G E r'j CourtJhip% YOUNG Roger came tapping At Dollyh window, Humpatj^ 7umfaty^ Tump. ( 37« ) He begged for adtoietanSee^ She anfwer*d him, oo ; Glumpafy^ Ghtmpaty^ (Slumps My Dolfy, my dear, Voar trae love it here, Dumpatf, Dampaiy^ Dumft No, no, Ragir, no. As yott came yott may go, Slumpaiy, S/mmfaij, Sbmf. n. Oh what is the rtalbd^ . Dear Dtf/]5r ^ he cry'd : Humfaty^ &C. That thus I am caft off, And ankindly deny*d : I'rumpaty^ &C. Some rival more dear I ^efs has been here : Crumfaty, &c. Soppofe there's been two. Sir, Pray what^s that to you. Sir ? Numpaty^ &C. III. Oh f then with a lad look His farewell he took : Humpaty, &c. And a]] in defpair He leapM into the brook: Plumpatyy Sec. His courage he c6ol!d. He found himfelf fool'd ; Mumpatyt &c. He fwam to the (bore. And faw Dol/y no more : Rumpaty, &c. IV. Oh ! then fhe recalled. And recalled him again : ^ ( 372 ) Whilft he like a madman Ran over the plain : Siumpaty^ &C. Detennin*d to find- A damfel more kind : Flumpaty^ &c. WhUeD«/^ afraid < ZYit, mnft die an old maid : Mmmfaty, Sec. Jump at a Crufi. I. As I am a friend. Be wilh'ng to lend An ear to thefe lines, Which in pity I pen*d. *Ti9 a cordial advice* ' Girls be not too nice» Young lovers are now At another eate price Than tney have been. IL ' I pray yon refrain Your fcom and difdain. If young men you flight, Th^y*]l flight you again. They'll make you run mad. Sigh heavy and fad. There are not fo many YouLg men to be had hi there have been. III. Perhaps you fuppofe Fine furbelow*d clothes Will fervef for a portion : But under (Jbe rofe, » ' If (373) If truth may be fpoke, *Tis but a mere joke» For love without money- Will vani(h like fmoke. Let me tell ye. IV. The country cjown. When he comes to town. He values not mifs With her butterfly gown ; I tell you it wont do» There muft be a feW Bright glittering guineas, A thoumnd or tWo, Or hell leave ye. v. Young men are grown wife, A portion they prize. They are done with the charms. Of your conquering eyes. A portion f they cry. If love yoa would buy & In order to purch^e. You then muft bid high^ Or live fingle. vr. Once batchelors, they Did iigh, whine and pray ; But ftill we*re put off With a fcornfui delay. Down with your duft, A portion there muft ; Poor girls wou'd be glad To jump at a cruft, CouM ye g?t it. Mwfy ( 374 ) Merry Beggars^ Firjf Beggarm I Once was a poet at L^ndon^ I kept my heart llill fuD of glee ; Ihere^s no man can fay tkat I*m undone^ For beeging*s no new trade to me. T«// 45rra/A &c. Second Beggar* I once was an attorney at law. And after a knight of the poft ; Give me a brii^k wench and dean ilraw^ And I value not who roles the rotft;. r$Udir9ll, &c. • 7bird Beggar. Make room for a foldier in. buff. Who valiantly ftrutted about, ^\\\ he fancy*d the peace breaking oS^ And then he moft wifely fold out* To J/ deroll, &c. F$itrtb Beggar. Here comes a courtier polite, Sir, Who flattered my lord to his hct | Now railing is all his delight. Sir, Becaufe he mi(s*d getting a place* To/Jdero/J, Sec. Fifth Beggar* I ilill am a merry gut-icraper. My heart never yet felt a qualm i Tho* poor, I can frolick and vapour. And fing any tune but a pfalm, TV// deroll, &c. Sixth Beggar * I was a fanatical preacher, I lurn'd up my eyes when I prayed ; £ot my hearers ha\f-ftaiv*d their teacher, For they bellev'd nov^tut n^^i^ ^\V WjA« Toll dir oil, &c. ( 375 ) Firft Beggar, Whoe'er would be merry ana free, Lee him lift, and from us he ma/ learn i In palaces who (hall yon fee Half fo happy as we in a bam ? C H O R u i of iH. Wboe*er ijoou^d bi merry^ &c* To Signora C u z z o N i, I. LITTLE Synw of the flage. Charmer of an, idle age. Empty warbler, breathing lyre^ Wanton gale of fond deiire. II. Bane of every manly art. Sweet enfeebler of the heart ; Oh too pkaiing is thy ftrain f Hence to fouthem climes again. III. Tuneful mifchief^ yocal fpeO^ To this ifland bid farewell : Leave us as we ought to be. Leave the Britons rough and fiee. HAPPINESS. Tune, To all you LaMn no^ at Land, L My deareft maid, fince you ^hre To know what I wou*d wifh. What ftore of wealth I would re^uire^ To gain true happinefs ; This faithful inventary take Of all that Jife can eafy make. ( %7^ ) It Here happy only are the few Who wifh to live at home. Who never do extend their view Beyond their fmall income. An income which ihould ever be The fruit of honed induflry. III. A foul ferene and free from fears. With no contentions vcx'd. Nor yet with vain and anxious cares To be at all perplex'd. A body that's with health endow'd^ An open temper, yet net rude. \ IV. A heart that's always circumfpe^^. Unknowing to deceive. Yet ever wifely can refledl. Not eafy to believe. As to my dreis, let it be plaih>. Yet always neat without a (lain. V. A cleanly hearth and cfaearful fire To drive away the cold,. A moderate glad one weald require When merry tales are told : The company of an eafy friend, My like in fortune and in mind. yi. Some (helfs of books of the right kind. For knowledge and delieht. Not intricate, Hor interlin'd With narrow party fpite : A garden fair, to paint roe clear Nature's gradadons through the yearc vir. / To give true relilh to delight, A chafte and chearful wife, With fweettft humour to unite Oiur hearts as \oik|^ ^a \Sx \ ( Z71 ) Sound fleep, whofe kind delufive tarn. Shall join the eveniog to the morn. VIII. So would we live agreeably^ And ever be content* To Providence ay thankful be For all thofe bleifings lent. O fovereign power f but grant me this. No more TU ask, no more IMl wiih. ^"^ Smirky Nan. Tune^ Nanma, * h AH ! wods me, poor fFi//y cryM, See how I*m wafted to a fpan ? My heart I loft, when firft I fpyM The charming lovely milk-maid Nan. Vm srown fo weak, a gentle breeze . Of dusky Rogir't winnowing hxk Would blow me o'er yon beachy trees* And all for thee, my fmirky Nan. II. The ale-wife miiTes me of late, I us*d to take a hearty can ; £ut I can neither drink nor eat, Unlefs 'tis brewM and bak*d by Nan. The baker makes the beft of bread. The flower he takes, and leaves the bran-r The bran is every other maid. Compared with thee, my fmirky Nan. III. But Dick of th* green,, that nafty lown, Laft Sunday to my miftrefs ran. He fnatchM a kifs : I knock*d him down,, SVhich hugely pleased my fmirky Nan. But hark f the roaring foger comes. And rattles ^antara Tarran^ She le&vcs her cows for noify diums. Woes me, Vvt lotLmy famk^ Nan ? ^c^rty ^ ( 378 ) Tarry Woo. I. TARRY woo, tarrjr woo. Tarry woo is ill to fpin, Card it well, card it well. Card it well e'er yc begin. When 'tis carded, rowM and fpun. Then the work is haflens done ; But when woven, dreft and clean. It may be deadiog for a queen. II. Sing my bonny harmlels (heep, That feed upon the mountains fteep^ Bleeting fweetly as ye go Through the winter^s mfi and ibow» Hart and hynd, and hSkm deer. No be haff fo aftful are } Frae kinss to him that hadi the ploWy Are all obligM to tanj woo. III. Up ye (hepherds, dance and skip^ O'er the hills and valleys trip. Sing up the praife of tarry woo. Sing the flocks that bear it too ; Harmlefs creatures without blame. That dead the back, and cram the wame. Keep us warm and hearty fba ; Leefe me on the tarry woo. IV. How happy is a fliepherd's life. Far frae courts, and' firee of ftrife. While the gimmers bleet and bae. And the lambkins anfwer mae : No fuch mufick to his ear, Of thief or fox he has no fear 1 Sturdy kent, and colly too, Weil defend the tatt) n«qq» ( 379 ) V. He lives content and envies none^ Not even a monarch on his throne, Tho* he the royal fcepter fways. Has not Tweeter holy days. WhoM be a king, can ony tell. When a (hepherd fings fae well ; Sings fae well, and pays his due. With honeft heart and carry woo. O/^Henrieta'j Recovery. Tune, Mj dtary^ if thou dii. I. IF heaven, its bleffings to augment* Call Htftfty to the skies. Hence from the earth flies all content* The moment that ihe dies : For in this earth there is no fair Can give fuch joy to me i How great muft then be my defpair. My Hemiy, ann choii diet II. Bat now pale ficknefs. leaves her &ce. And now my charmer fmiles ; New beauty heightens evVy grace. And all my fear beguiles : The bounteous powers have heard the prayen I daily made for thee» Like them be kind, and eafe my cares, £lfe I myfelf muft die. Hodge of the Mill and buxome Nelt.^ YOUNG Roger of the miU, One morning very foon, Pat on his bed apparel^ New hofe and doutcd flioon \ " ^ k ( 380) And he a wooing came To bonny buxome Nellf Dear lafs, cries he, cou*dft fancy me^ I like thee wond'roos weH. n. My horfes I have dreft^ And gi*en them corn and hay, Pat on my beft apparel : And having come this way, Let*s £t and chat a while With thee, my bonny Nell, Dear lafs, cries he, coa*dft fancy me^ Vie like thy perfon well. III. Young R9ger, you*re mifiaken. The damfel then reply*d» I am not in fuch a hatte To be a plowman^ bride i Know I then live in hopes To marry a fi^mer*s fon ; If it be fo, fays Hodge, I'll go % Sweet miflrefs,' I have done. IV. Your horfes yon have dreft. Good Hodge, I heard you fay. Put on your beft appariel i And being come this way. Come fit and chat a while* no indeed, not I, til neither *wait, nor fit, nor f rat ^ I've other fiA to fry, y. Go take your farmer^« iaa. With ail my honed heart : WJiat tho* my name be Roger^ . That goes at plow and cart \ I need not tarry long, 1 fqon may gain a wife i There's buxome JFoait, k is wett known 8^e loYct me a«Yvtt Y\^«« ( 38i ). VI. Pray what of buxomc Joan ? Can^t I pleafe you as well? For (he hsfs ne'er a penny. And I dm boxome Nelli And I have fifty (hillings. ^bi money made him fmile : Oh then, my dear, 1*11 draw a chair» And chat with thee a while. VII. Within the fpac^ of half an hour This couple a bargain ftruck. Hoping that with their money They both wouM have good luck* To your fifty I've forty. With which a cow we'll buy i We'll join our hands in wedlock bandi. Then who but you and I ? Buttery May, . I. IN yonder town there wons a May^ ' Snack and perfyte as can be ooy, bhe is fae jimp, iiae gamp, fae gay, Sae capernoytie, and fae bonny : She has been woo'd and loo'd by mony. But (he was very ill to win ; She wadna hae him except he were bonny : Tho' he were ne'er fae noble a kin. II. Her bonnynefs has been forefeen In ilka town baich far and near, i And when ihe kimrher minny's kirn She rubs her facr till it grows clear ; But when her minny (he did perceive Sic great inlack amang the butter. Shame fa' that filthy face of tVimt, *rh cri(b that g/m your gtuuiie ^\vw* <r^ ^ D k %* (38*) nereis Dankyfon, Davyfon, Robie CarnicU ^be Lafsnuitb tbi petticoat danas right hjqUI^ Sing Stidrum, Stouthrum, Suthrbm, SKMiy* jfnn ye danct ony mair, nveye tell m^fi John/* Sing, ^c. The mfe Penitent. Sung ty Mr. Gay. I. JP HNIS Hood penfive in the ihade g With arms acrofi, and head reclined ; Pale looks accos'd the cruel roakly And fiehs relievM his love-fick mind : His tuneful pipe all broken lay, Looks, fighs, and a^ons feem*d to (ay, Jyfy OUti is wkiad. 11. Why rine the woods with warbfing diroats ? Ye larks, ye linnets, ceafe your drains 1 I fiuntly hear in your foft notes My CbUe^a voice, that wakes my pains. But why (hould you your fongs forbear f Your mates delight ^oor fon^ to hear. But Cbhe mue difdaim. III. As thus he melancholy Hood Dcjefted, as the lonely dove, Sweet found broke gently thro* the wood. I feel a found my heart-firings move : 'Twas not the Nightingale that fung ; No, *tis Cb/oe^s fweeter tongue : Hark ! hark I what fays my love ? IV. How (imple is the nymph, (he cries. Who trifles wiOa Vvet \ov«'^ ^^\lv I ISTature ftill fpcaks \tv>wometv%e>|^% Our artftt\.Vip« ^ac m^Ac \» Iw^ti, ( 3«3 ) Oh Daphnis ! Daphnis /* twas my pride, 'Twas not my heart thy 4ovc denyM : Come backj dear youth, again. V. At t* other day my hand, he feiz'd. My blood with trickling motion flei^, Sttddeo I pat on looks dif^^sM, And hally from his hold withdrew : 'Twas fear alone, thoo fimple f^ain ; Then hadft thoa pre&'d my hand again. My heart had yielded too. VI. *Ti8 tme, thy tuneful reed I blam'd. That fweird thy lip and rofy cheek ; Think not thy sldll in fong defam*d. Thy lip fhoukl other pleafures feek. Much much thy nuifick I approve. Yet break thy pipe, for more I love Much more to hear thee fpeak. VII, My heart fbrbodes that I*ni betrayed ; Daphnis^ I fear, is ever gone I Lad night with Delia'% dog he playM ^ Love by fuch trifles firft comes on. Now, now, dear fliepherd, come away. My tongue would now my hear betray. Ah Cbloe t thoa art won. vm. The youth ftept forth with haily pace. And found where wifiiing Chloe lay ; Shame fudden lightned in her face. Confused, ihe knew not what to fay : At laft, in broken words, (he cry*d, To morrow you in vain had try'd. But I am loft to day. oiai ( sH ) Old D A R B V. Jti Advice to C h "L o Em I. DEAR Cbloe, while tlias beyond meaibre You treat me with doubtt and diiSaio, You rob all your yoath of its pleafare, . And hoard up an old i^ of pain t Your maxim, that love is ftlH founded On charms that will quickly decay^ You*ll find to be very ill grounded. When once you its didtates obey^ ir. The love that from beauty is drawn. By kindnefsy you ought to improve ; Soft looks and eay fmiles are the dawn. Fruition the fun-fiiine of iove. . And tho* the bright beams of your eyes Should be clouded that now are fo gay. And darknefs obfcure all the skies. You ne'er can forget it was day. HI. Old Darby ^ with Joan by his fide, You have often regardied with wonder, He^s dropiicaly Aie is dim ey.'d, Yet they're ever uneafy afunder : Together they totter about. Or fit in the fun at the door ; And at night when old Darby\ pot's out. His Joan will not fmoke a whiff more. IV. No beauty nor wit they poiTefs, Their feveral failings to cover : Then what are the charms can you guef?. That make them ib fond of each other ? 'Tis the pleafing remembrance of youth. The endearments that youth did bellow. The thoughts of paivV i^t?i^M^t^ti^\i>axVi^ The bcft of our bkfiw^^ Vi€\o^ . ( 385 ) • V. Thofe traces for ever will laft. No (ickncfs or time Can remove : For when youth and beauty are paft. And age brings the winter of love» A friendibip inCenfibly grows^ By renews^^Lfuch raptares as thefc i The current oTTondnefs ftill flows. Which decrepit old age cannot freeae* ^^ - ir ^ -^ -■ -f - - ' ^..^^ -^ --^. ^^.-^^^.^^ ^be modjsrn Marriage ^e/lm^ I. HAPPY the world in that bleft age. When beauty twas not boaght and foM^ When the iair mind wai faninilimVl » With, the mean third bfobanefiilig^ld. .if^i/if the mean thirft, tej fr Then the kind Aepherd when Yit fighM, The fwain, whole dog was all his wealth. Was hot by cruel parents forced To breathe the amorous vow by'flealth, ' Tfl hriatbt^ £ec. .-'■ •■"it ..■ in. Now the firft quelUon fathers ask^ Wiien for their girls fond lovers (ue« h^m^Whaf's the ftttUment you" II make ? You're poor X^^e Jlir^s tht^i^fr at you. YoiCre poor ! &c. /. ^< Ithe Country Wake. T '^o'. ^*"^ ^°" * ^'"^' *"^ warrant it trae, F^ X Give but attention onto me a while, ' Of trania^joos in court; and in co^not^ l^tii^^ 1 ToMwne plcafure, and plea&ti^ wX \ i (386 ) Accept it, I pray, as your help-mates yoa take. To fome 'twill give joy, And fome others annoy ; An^s fair at a country wake. J/Pj/air, Sec. 11. Many ladies at court are ftiTd anpoUte, Becaufe truly virtuous, and prone to no ill j Whilft othen who fparkle in diamonds bright^ Are ftriDt of their pride at baflet or quadriOe, 7^ their loffes at play do their lords credit flutke : Then their toys to recover, . They'll grant the laft ^voui' ; Strange news at a country wake. Strange fwws^ Sec. III. Here moA of our gentlemen jpatriots are. To very bed (latermts, I freely confefi. They defign harm to none* but a fox or a hare. And are always found loyal .in war and in peact* The fitfmer*s induflry does earth fertile make $ The husbandman's plowing. His planting and fowiog, Gets health and good cheer at a country wake. GitJ healthy &Q. IV. Our maids blooming fair, without waflies and paiats^ From neighbouring villages hither reCort, They kifs fweet as rofes, yet virtuous as faints 1 (Who can fay more for the ladies at court }) No worldly cares vex them afkep or av^e» But their time they iinprove In peace and true love. And innocent mirth at a country wake. "* Attdinnocent^ &c. V. The fchemes of a courtier are full of intrigues 1 Here all*^ fair and open, dark deeds we defpife^ Set rural contentmetil *£alnft courdy fatigue^ Who cbofes the foimtt u\a.^^ is^^^wdstx ( 387 ) Now let's pray for the king, aad, for Britain^ fakeV From all firftions free. May his fubjedb agree, As well at the court as the country wake. rita^ c Oaths infajhion. •. US T O M prevailing fo loog 'moDgftithegreaV ^^^ Make oaths eafy potions to fleep od t Which many (on gaining good places) repeat, ' Without e'er defigmng to keep one. For an oath^s feldom kept, as a Virginia ^r fame, A lover*8 fond vows, or a prelate's good name ; ' A lawyer to.tiu'th, or a ftateiman from blame. Or a paQi'ot^ heart in a courtier. . - i iLJ^ The terrible Law. I. ^ TH £ terrible law when it fiUlens \ti {kiw On a poor man, it grips till hth undone i ' And what I am doing may prove to my ruiii^ Tho* rich as the lord mayor of London. II. ^ Therefore I'll be wary what meffiige I cariy, Unlefs we firft make a zure bargain ; I will be 'dempniHed, thorowly fatisfied. That ch'an ihan*t zufier a vardihg. The Flay of Love. Firft Aa. TH £ play of love is now begun. And thus the adUons do go oo';^ . Striphon^ enamour'd, courts the fair. She hears him with a carelefs au, Aad Stula cp find him in love'a foaxe. . S 2 S€C«* i ( 388 ) Second ASl, - Tht i(k. tune play'd, they meet again. Here pity moves her for his pain. Which (he evades with fome pretence. And thinks (he may with love difpenfe. But panes to hear a man of fenle. The third approach her lover makes^ She colours up whenever {he fpeaks ; lut with feigoM flights fhe pats him bjr. And -faintly cries, £e can^c comply, Altho* me gives her heart the ly. Fwrtb Aa. ^o«r the plot rifes, he iatmt fhy. As if 'ibme other fair he'd cry ; At whjch.ihe fwells with fpleen and fear. Left fome more wife his love fliouM (Btre, Which yet no woman e'er can bear» 'Fifth Aa^ The laft a6l now Is wrought fo high. That thus it crowns the lover's joy ; She does no more his paflion (hun, Hcftrait into her arms does run : The curtain falls, the play is done. •': Fanny yZr/r. I. To Tamt^ fair could I impart The caufe of all my woe ! ¥Uai ll€fluty which has won my heart. She fcarcely feems to know : - UnskiilM in th* art of womankind. Without deiign Hie diarms ; How can thofe (parkh'ng eyes be blind. Which every oofom warms ? • She ( 2^ ) II. She IcQOws her power is all deceit. The confcious blufhes Hiows, Thofe blufties to the eye more fwcet Than th* opening budding rofe : Yet the delicious fragrant rofe. That charms the lenfe fo much. Upon a thorny briar grows» And wounds with ev'ry touch. III. . At firH when I beheld the fair. With raptures I was bleft ; But as I would approach more near. At once I loft my reft ; Th' inchanting fight, the fweet furpri;pe„ Prepare me for my doom s One cruel look from thofe bright eyei Will lay me in my tomb. •^ ' '■ r ^e Bottle preferred. L PROUD woman, I fcom youy Brisk wine's my delight, 1^1 drink all tlje^day. And ril revel aU night. XL "' As great as a monarch. The moments I pafs. The bottle's my globe. And my fccpter's the glafs. '^ III. The table's my throne. And the tavern's my couxt^ The drawer's my fubjtft. And driokiog's my fport. ( 39^ > IV. Here's the chief of all joy. Here's a miArefs ne'er coy i Dear cure of all (orrowB, And life of all blifs ; I'm a king when I hug yott» But more when I kifs. Tippling John; A S tippling J$bn was jogging od> ^j^ Upon a riot nighty With tottering pace, and fiery face, Su(plcious of high flight ; The guards, who took him by his look for fome chief fiery-brand, Ask'd, whence he came ? what was his name ? Who axe yoo ? Stand, friend, (bnd« II. Vm going home, from 'meeting come. Ay, k^yi one, that*9 the caie ; Some meeting he hat burnty you fee / l^he flamed ilill in hia face. , ' : . yobn thought it time to purge hi^ime» And faid. My chief intent y^. iVaa to aflwaM my thirdy rage, r th' mectmg that I meant. III. Come, friend, b^ plain, you trifle in vaia. Says one, fray let us know,^ That we may find how you^ indin'd i Are you high church or Jow ? y^hn faid to that, I'll telf you what, ^ To en^^ehates and flrife, r ^U I can lly» t^s '^s lYit wK^f k ifteerroy coutfcotWfe. ^e^x ( 39^ y IV. I nc*cr to Bow, nor Burgefs go. To fleeple-houfe nor hall, ^\it brisk bar-bell bed faits my zeal With gentlemen, d' ye call ; Guefs then, am I low church or higb^ From that tow'r, or no fteeple» Whofe merry toll exalts the foul. And muft make high-flown people ? V. The guards came on, and look*d at John. With countenance moll pleafant. By whifper round they all loon found He was no damag'd peafant. Thus while John flood the befl he cou*d, Expedling their decifion ; Damn him, fays one, let him be gone. He's of our own religion. ■ -t ^ Belinda. I. WOULD fate to me BeUnda give. With her alone Td chufe to live. Variety I'd ne'er jrequire» Nor a greater, nor a greater. Nor a greater blifs deure. IL My charming nymph, if you can find Amongft the race of human kind, A man that loves you more than I, I'll refign you. Til refieo you* I'll refign you, tho* I die. %^ IIL Let my Belinda fill my arms. With all her beauty, all her charms | With fcorn and pity I'd look down On the glories, on the glories, Oa the glarici of a crown. S 4 ^^^^^^ C 392 ) Beauty and Rigour. I. TH E nymph that undoes roe it fair and uDkind, No lefs than a wonder by nature defigD*d ; Sbe*8 the grief of my heart, and the joy of my eye. And the caufe of a flame that never can die. j^nd the caufe^ &c. II. Her mouthy from whence wit flill oblieingly flows. Has the beautiful blufh, and the fmell of the rofe : Love and deiliny both attend on her will. She wounds with a look, with a frown (be can kill.- ^bi 'wounds^ Sec. III. ' The defperate lover can hope no redrefi. Where Beauty and Rigour are both in exceft % In Si/*via they meet, fo unhappy an I, Who fees her mud love, who loves her muft die. Who fits ler^ &C. I Tike Rival. I. /^F all the torment, all the care, _ l^y which our lives are curt^ Ot all the forrows that we bear, A Ri^val is the wcrtK By partners in another kind Affli£lions tafier grow, In love alone. we hate to find Companions in our woe; JI. SiMa, for all the griefs you fee Ariiiiig in my bread, I beg not that you'd pity me, Wuuld you but flight the reft. Howe'er fevere your rigours are, '' i Alone with ihem Td ,coi^e, • L/can endure my own dcC^^\T» , ,> > ( 393 ) Hunting Song going out^ I. HARK! away, 'tis the mcrrv ton'd horn • Calls the hunters all up with the morn ^ To the hills and the woodlands they fieer/ To aoharbour the out-lying deer. CHoairs of Huntfmen* Mlth9 day long, 7hhf tits is 9ur/ongf Still hallooingt And folloiuing ; So frolic k and free. Our joys kno^w no bonndsi ^ fFhih we* re after tie lounds^ No mortals on earth are fo pity as «;#. II. Round the woods when we beat, how we glowr While the hills they all echo hillo ; With a bounce from his cover when he flies. Then our (hoots they refound to the skiet. Ail the day, &c. iir. When we fwcep o'er the valleys, or climV Up the heath-breathine mountain fublimc. What a joy from our labour we feel I Which alone they who tafle can reveal* All the day, &c. . . i«*> "The Return from the Chace. TH E fweet rofy mom peeps over the hills, > With blufhes adorning the meadows and fields i The merry,merry,merry horn calk, Come,come away^ Awake from your ilumbers, and hail the new day. Tbi merry, &c« 1 t: «• ( 394 ) II. The ftag reasM before uf« away feeins to £y, And pants to the chorus of hoands in full cry. Then foUow, fbllow» follow the mufical chace. Where pleafure and vigorous healch you embrace' III. "fhe day *8 fport when over makes blood circle righf» And gives the bride lover frefli charms for the night ; l^hen let us, let us now enjoy all we can while we may^ Let love crown the night, as our fports crown the day. ntfi Ut MS, &C. The Girl that's blytb and gay. Tone, Black Joki. OF all the girls in our town. Or black, or yellow, or ikir, or browo^ With their foft eyes, and faces fo bright ;. Give me a gjrl fhat^s blyth and gay, As warm as JuHt^ and as fweet as May^ With her heart free, and fajthful as light- What lovely couple then cou'd be So happy and fo bleft as we I On whom the fweeteft joys wouM (ihi!e» And all the cares of lifie beguile, £ntraoc*d in blifs each rapt^ous night. ^ • Cynthia^s Perplexity. I. CTNJH J J frowns whene'er I woo her^ Yet (he's vex'd if I give over. Much (he fears I ihould undo her, fiikt much rcore to Me her lover : ■ Thus in doubcing (he refufes. ( 395 ) Prithee, Q/tftiat loolf behind yim. Age and; Wrinkles will o*ertake you § Then, too late, defire will find you When the power mnft forfake you* Think upon the fad condition ^0 be pad, yet wilh fruition* mmm Nought but Loive, I. TH E fan was funk beneath the hill» The weftern clouds were lin*d with gold. The sky was clear, the winds were ftill. The flocks- were pent within the fold j When, from the iilence of the grove» Poor Damon thus defpairM of love I II. Who feeks to pluck the fragrant rofe From the bare rock, or oozy beach i Who from each barren weed that grows Expedls the grape, or bluQiing peach ; With equal faith may hope to find The truth of love in womankind. III. I have no herds, no f eecy care. No fields that wave wirh golden graiDj No padures green, nor gardens fair, A maiden's venal heart to gain : Then all in vain my fighs^muit prove. For I, alas ! have nought but love. IV. How wretched is the faithful youth. Since womens hearts are bought and fold f They ask not vows of facred truth. Whene'er they figh, they fij>h for gold. Gold can the frowns of fcorn remove. But I, aias \ have nought bui \q\«« ,^ ^ S6. ^ ( 390 V. To buy the gems of Jndia's coad, What wealth, what treafare can fafEce ? Not all their (hine can erer boaft The living luftre of her eyes : For thefe the world too cheap would pitive^ Bat I, alas f have nooght but Ipve. VI. Sihna f fmce nor gems, nor oar. Can with yoi;r brigjit&r g^ms compare, Confider that I offer more. More feldom found, a fool fmcere : Let riches meaner beauties move, W4iD pays (by worth, muft pay io love. Tell me^ my Hearts I. WHEN D^lia on the plain appears, Aw'4 by a thoufand tender fearsj, 1 would approach, but dare not move : Tell mc, my heart, if this be love ^ II. Whene'er (he fpeaks, my raviflfd car No other voice but her's can bear. No other wit but her's approve : Tell me, my heart, if this be love ^ in. If (he fome other fwain commend^ Thi/ I was once his fondtft friend. That inftant enemy I prove : Tell me, my heart, if (Jiis be love \ ' ' IV. When (he is abfent, I no more Delight in all that pleas'd before, T/jf clearell fpring, ot ftxad^ ^tovc* Tf/] me, my heart, i£ vYvwUVwt^ ( i97 > V. When arm*d with infolcnt diTdain, She feem^d to triumpk in mj pain ; I drove to hate» but vainly fbrore : Tell me, my heart, ii this b^love f Cupid miftaken^ I. As after noon, one fummer*s day; Venus flood bathing in a river, iJ,uptd a (hooting went that way. New flrung his bowr and filPd.his quiver • With skill he chofe his fliirpcft dart, With all his might his how he drew. Swift to his beauteous parent^ heart. The too well guided arrow Hew. II. 1 faint ! I die f the goddels cryM : cruel \ couMd thou find none other To wreck thy fpleen on ? parricide. Like Nero^ thou haft fliiri thy mother f Poor Cuptdy fobbing, fcarce cou'd fpeak ; Indeed, mamma, I did not know ye : Alas ! how eafy the miAake, 1 took you for your likenefs Chl^. Silvia to Alexis, ALEXIS, how artlefs a lover f How bafhful and filly you grow I in my eyes can you never difcover I mean yes when t ofcea£iy no7 J mtan, kz. . % NR.>&«k (398 > II. When you pine and yon whine out your paffion. And only intreat for a ki(s ; To be coy and deny b the hMon, Jlixis fhould ravifli the bliis. Kitm Jhould^ &c. III. In love» as in war, 'tis bat reafon To make Tome defence for the town : To furrender without it were treafon. Before that the outworks were won. Btfon tbat^ &c. IV. If I frown, *tis roy blafhes to cover, *Ti8 for honour and modefly's fake ; He b but a pitiful lover Who b foil'd by a fingle attack. Who U, &c. V. Bat when we by force are o*erpower'd. The beft and the braved muft yield i I am not to be won by a coward, Who hardly dares enter the field* WhQ hardly^ Scc, The ferious Lover. I. BE L I E V E my fighs, my tears, roy dear. Believe the heart you have won. Believe my vows to you lincere. Or, Jenny^ I'm undone. You fay, Tm fickle, and apt to change At every face ihaOs uw : Of all the girls 1 cvtx Uvi, iM^iS lov'd one but ^o^^ ^1 ( 399 ) II. My heart was like a lump of ice, Tili warm*d by your bright eye ; And then it kindled in a trke, A flame that ne'er can die. Then take and try me, you (hall find That Tve a heart that's true ; Of all the girls I ever faw, I ne'er lov'd one like you. I I'ke grateful jidmirer. FALSE tho'fhe be to me and love, I'll ne'er purfue revenge i ._.. , For ftill the charmer I approve, Tho' I deplore her change. . In hours of blifs we ofc have met» They could not always lad ; But tho' the prefent I regret, I'm grateful for the paft. Fm grateful^ &C. C £ L I A and S A B I N 4. I. THIRS IS, a young and am'rous fwain. Saw two, the beauties of the plaio^ Who both his heart fubdue : Gay Celiacs eyes were dasling fair ; . Salt no* s eafy (hape and air. With fofcer mufick drew. II. " ' He haunts the fiream, he haunts the grore^ Lives in a fond romance of love. And feems for each to die ; *Till each a little fpiteful grown, SMna Ce/ia's (hape ran down, .Aa4JffC Sabi»4C% eye. ( 40O ). III. Their envy made the fhepherd find Thofe eyes that love could ooly blind $ So fet the lover free. No more he haunts the grove or ftreani^ Or, with a true love-knot or name, Engraves a wounded tree. IV. Ah Celia ! fly Sabina cry'd, Tho' neither love, we're both deny'd^ ... Let either fix the dart. Poor girl f fays Celia, fay no more ; That fpice which broke his chains before. Would break the other's heart. Tbe Jair Warning. YO D N G Virgins love plcafure^ As Mi/ers do treafure t And both alike liudy To heighten the meafure ; Their- hearts they will rifl« For every new tiiflf, And when in ihcir teens Fall in love for a fong ; But foon as they ruarry^ And find things mifcar/y : Oh I how they figh That they were not more war}r« Inflead of foft wooing They run to their ruin. And all their lives aftet Drag foriow^aloog. ( 401 ) Petticoat wooing. I. DEAR Colin, preirent my warm bluQies^ How can I ipeak without pain ? Uy eyes have oft told you their wifhes : Why can*t you the meaning explain ? II. My paffion wou'd lofc by exprcflion, And ^ou too might cruelly blame $ Then pray don't cxpeft a c6nfeffion Of what is too tender ta name. III. Since yoiirs is the province of fpeakiag^ How can you expedl it from me ? Our wifhes fhou*d be in our keeping. Tin you tell us what they fhou'd be* IV. Then quicklv why don^t you difcover ? Did your heart feel fuch tortures as mine^ t need not tell over and over What I in my bofom confine. * C o L I N ' i Reply. I. GOOD madam, when ladies are willing, A n(an mufl needs look like a fool j For me I woa*d not give a (hilling For one that daes love without rule. II. At lead you (hou'd wait for our offers, ' Not fnatch like old maids in.defpair ; Had you liv'd to thefe years without profiers^ Your iighs were all fpent in the air. III. You (hou'd leave us to guefs by your blufhingt. And not tell tl^e matter fo plain ; *Ti8 ours to be writing and pu(hiog. And yours to affeft a difdain^ ♦* ^» ( 4<52 ) IV. Bot 70Q*re id a terrible By all cbe fond oglicgi liee; Tbe fruit that cao fall witbovt fluking Indeed it too mellow for me. Tbe Country Lafs^s Ambition. I. WHAT tho* they call me coontiy lafi } I read it plainly in my glafi, TJut for a dutchefs [ might pa(i: Oh r could I fee the day f Wou'd fortune but attend my call» At parky at play, at ring, and ball, I*d bra?e the proudeft of them all, With a Aand by, clear the way. II. Surrounded by a crowd of beaut, With fmart toupeei, and powder*d dotbci^ Ac rivals Til cum up my nofe ) Oh I could I fee che day ! rij dart fuch gUncet from thefe eyes. Shall make fome duke, or lord, my prise i And then, oh ! how 1*11 tyrannize, Wich a Hand- by, clear the way. III. Oh I then for every new delight. For equipage, and diamonds bright. Quadrille, and balls, and plays, all night : Oh ! could I fee the day I Of love and joy Td take my fill. The tedious Jhours of life to kill. In every thing I'd have my will, With a ttandby, dtw \Kt waY* IV ( 403 ) Tke following Song is /aid to be made in Honour of our Sovereign Lady Mary ^een of Scots. I. YO U meaner beauties of the night. Who poorly faiisfy oar eyes. More by your number than your light. Ye are but officers of the sicies ; What are ye when the moon doth rife ? If- You violets that firft appear, fiy your fine purple colour known. Taking poflefiioa Of the year. As if the fpring were iW your own ; What are ye when the rcue is blown ? . III. You charming birds that in the woods Do warble forth ypiir lively lays. Making your paffion underftood In foued notes ; what is your praiie When Pbilomtl her voice does raife } You glancing jewels of the eaft, Whofe efSmation fancies raife. Pearls, rubies, fapphires, and the reft Of glittering geifis ; what is your praife. When the bright diamond (hews hb rayv } V. But) ah ! poor light, gem, voice and fmelf^ What are ye if my Mary ibinc ? Moon, diamond, flowers, and Fbthmtl^ Light, luftre, fcent, and mufick tine. And yield to merit more divine. ' VI. Thus when my miftrefs you have fees In beauties of her face and mind, Firll, by defcent, (he is a ^nn ; Judge then if (he be not divine^ And glory of all wom^kind* "^"^ . (404) The rofe and'llHy, the hale fpring. Unto her breath for fweetneis fpeed ; The diamond darkens in the ring : When (he appears, the moon looka dead^ As when S§J lifts his radiant head. Tbere Gorans are •gay.., L THERE gowans are gay, my joy^ There gowans are say. They gar me wake when I mou'd lleep^ The firll morning of May^ i^bout the fields as I did pais. There gowans are gay, I chancM to meet a proper laft. The iirft morning of May» ' Ri{>ht bufy was that bonny maid,- There gowans are gay, I halft her, fyne to her I faid. The firft morning of May : IV. lady fair,' what do you here ^ There gowans are gay. Gathering the dew, what need ye fpeir ; The firil looming of May, V. The dew, quo^h I, what can that mean ? There gowan? are gay ; Quoth (he, to wa(h my midrefs dean^ The firil morning of May. VL 1 asked fardcr at her fyne, There gowans are gay, Gif to my will (he v^ad vcidvtA \ 1^ The firft motum^oC Ma^^ ^w^i ( 405 ) ' vir. She faid, her errand was not ther^ Where gowans are gay. Her maidenhood on me ito ware. The firft morning of Moj/u VIII. Then like aniarrow frae a bow» There gowans sire gay, " She skifc away out o*er the knoWf The firft morning of Ma/ ; ' • ' •■ IK: '' ■ And left me in the garth my lane* ' Thera gowans aregay» And in my heart a twa^gof pain» The firH morning of May. , X. The litde birds they iliiig full fweet, There gowans are gay. Unto my comfort was right meet, , The firfl morning of May. XL And thereabout I paft my time» There gowans are gay, . Until it was the hour ot primc^ ' The £rft morning of Ijday, XU. And then returned bame bedeen. There gowans are gay, Panfand what maiden that had been. The firft morning of May. Slighted Low. fair to bide. I Had a heart, but now I heartlefs gae ; I had a mind, but daily was oppreft ; I had a friend that's now become my fae \ I hzd a will chat now ha& fi^tdoia VQ& :; _ ^ ( 4o6 ) What have I now ? NaithJDg I trow. Bat grief where I had joy : what anv I than ? A heartlefs man : Could love xne thas defiroy f I love, X ierve ane whom I much regard* Yet for my love difdain is my reward. * II. Where fhall I gang to hide my weary fkce ? Where fhall I find a place for my defence ? Where my true love remains the fittefi pUc^ Of all the earth that is my confidence. She is my heart 'Till I depart : Let her do what ihe Vfitf I cannot mend. Bat flill depend. And daily to infift. To purchafe love, if love mv love deferve i If not for love, let love my body fiarve. III. O lady fair ! whom I do honour moft. Your name and fame within my breaft I have ; Let not my love and labour thus be \o&. But fiill in mind I pray thee to engrave. That I am true. And fall not rue Ane word that I have faid : I am your man. Do what you can. When all thefe plays are plaid* Then favO' your fhip linDroken on the fand. Since man and goods are all at your command. k C 407 ) ne Invitation: T. COME, love, let*s wallc by yonder foring, ' Where we may hear the Mack-bird fing» The robin-red-breaft and the thrufb, And nightin|;ale in thorny buih. The mavis iweetly carroling ; . This to my love, this to my love. Content will bring. 11. See where the aymph, with all her traiOy Comes skipping through the park amain. And in this grove (he means to ftay. At barley-breaks to fport and play ; Where we may fit us down, and fee Fair beauty mixt, fair beauty mixt Withchaftity. III. In yonder dale are fined flowers. With mony pleafant ihady bowers, A purling brook, whoTe /ilver ftreams Are beautified with Pbefhus* beams ; l^hich deal out thro' the trees for fear, Becaufe Diana^ becaufe Diana Bathes her there. IV. AW her delight is as ye fee. Thus way to fport, and here to be Pelyting in this calour fpring. Only to bathe herfelf therein. Until ASeon her efpyM ; Then to the thicket, then to the thicket Did ihc glyde, V. And there by magick art (he wrought. And in her heart (he thus bethought With fecret fpeed away to flee. And he a hart was uiru'dtft be \ (4o8 ) Becaufe he foUowVi Diana*.% iraiq^. His life he loft, his life he IoH. Her love to gain. Caji C away Care. I. ARE away gae thoa fiae ine» For I am no fit match for tbee^ Thou bereaves me of my wits. Wherefore I hate thy frantick fits : I Therefore I will care no moir. Since thatjn cares comes no reftoir i But I will finghey down a dee. And caft doilt care away fraeme*. II. If I want, I care to get. The moir I have, the moir I.iret i Love I much, I care for moir, . The moir I have I think Tm poor : Thus grief and care my mind opprefi. Nor wealth or wae gives no redrefsi Therefore Til care no moir in vain. Since care has coft me meikle pain, III. Is not this warld a fliddryball ? And thinks men ftrange to catch a fall i Does not the fca baith ebb and How ? And ibrtune*s but a painted fhow. Why fhouM men take ckre orgrief. Since that by thefc come$ no relief? Some careful faw what carelefs reap. And wafters ware what rtiggarts fcrape* Well then, ay learn to knaw thv felf. And care not for this warldly pelf: Whether thy 'ftate be great or fmall. Give thanks vto OpD whatever befall^ Sae fall thou than -ay live at eafe, No fudden ^rVei ft^?\\iVt^ ^Vi^t^(^\ ^ Then mayft tVvou C\tv© Vie>f ^^wi veit'^v Wlm &ott hafii cai^ ^V cw^ ^i^^^Vvr^. . i. ( 409 ) ■ Ihefairfji of her Days. I. WHOE'ER beholds my Helen's face. And fays not that good hap has (he ; Who hears her fpcak> and tents her grace» Sail think nane ever fpake but (he. 7beJhort njoay to rejbund her praife^ She is thefairefi of her days. Who knows her wit, and not admires. He maun be deem'd devoid of skill : Her virtues kindle (Irong de(ires In them that think upon her ftill. ^he fljort ivaVf &c. III. Her red is like unto the rofe Whafe buds are opening to the fun, Her comely colours to difclofe The firft degree of ripenc(s won. The fhort njuay^ &c. IV. And with the red is mixt the whyte. Like to the fun or fair moon (hine That does upon clear waters light, And makes the colour feem divine. 7heJhort fway to re found her praifey ^ \; She is the fair eft of her days. N, B, The fix foregoing Songs I took out of a very old MSB. Collcftion, wrote by a Gentleman in jiherdeen. Lord Henry and Katharine. IM ancient times, in Britain^f ifle. Lord Henry well was known. Nor knight in all the land mote fscRv*^^ Or more defer v'd renown \ _,. k ( 410 ) His thoughts on honour always run. He ne'er cou'd bow to love. No nymph in all the land had charms His frozen heart to move. U. AmoDgft the nymphs where Katharine came. The taifcll txct (he (hows, She was as bright as morning fun. And fweeter than a rofe : Although (he was of mean degree. She daily conquells gains ; For ne'er a youth who her beheld, KfcapM her powerful chains. III. But foon her eyes their lullre lo(}. Her cheek grew pale and wan, A pining feiz'd her lovely form. And cures were all in vain : The ficknefs was to all unknown That did the fair one wafte. Her lime in fighs arid floods of tears. And broken flambers pall. JV. Once in a dream Ihe cry'd aloud, Ob He?trj\ sVm undone ! Oh crUcl faie ! oh wretched maid ! Thy love niuil ne'er be known I Such is the fate of womankind, They muft the truth conceal, ril die ten ihoufand thoufand deaths. Ere I my love reveal, V. A tender friend tliat watch'd the fair To Henry hey'd away. My lord, lays (lie, we've found the caufe 0( Katharine'^ quick decay. She in a dream the fecret told. Till now no mortal knew : • Alas I (lie now exp*u\u^V\c?>, And dies for love o\ >/o>3i\ ■ •\\«i *- ( 411 ) VI. The gen'rous Henry\ foul was touch'd. His heart began to flame. Ah, poor unhappy maid I he cryM» Yet I am not to blame. Ah Katharine ! too too modeft maid. Thy love I never knew ; I'll eafe your pain : and fwift as wind To her bed-fide he flew. VII. Awake ! awake ! he fondly cry'd. Awake \ awake ! my dear ; If I had only guefs'd your love. You ne^er had flied a tear : 'Tis Henry calls, complain no more. Renew thy wonted charms ; I come to fave thee from defpair. And take thee to my arms. viir. Thefe words reviv'd the dying fair, . *4^;; . She rais'd her drooping head, ■ ^>V« ' And gazing on the long-lovM youth. She darted from the bed, Around his neck her arms flie flung, In excafy, and cried. Will you be kind ? Will you indeed ? My love ! — and fo flie died. '^>- '-''': *-y Tk Milking^PaiL I. YE nymphs and Sil'vian gods. That love green fields and woods. When fpring newly born herfelf does adorn With flowers and blooming buds : Come fing in the praife, while flocks do graze On yonder pleafant vale. Of thofe that chofe to milk their ews. And in cold dews with clouted (hots« To carry the milking-ipaW. T 2 •» (412 ) II. You goddefs of the mom^ With blufhes you adorn. And take the frc(h air, whilft ]ineti prepare A confort on each greeo thoro : The black bird and thrufli, on every bufli. And the charming nightingale. In merry vein, their throats do ftrain. To entertain the jolly train or thofe of the milkinz-pail. HI. *^ When cold bleak winds do rore. And flowers will fpring no more. The fields that were feen fo pleafant and green. With winter*8 all candied o*er. See how the town lafs looks with her white face. And her lips fo deadly pale f But it is not fo with thofe that go Thro* froft and fnow, with cheeks that glow. And carry the milking-pail. IV. The mifs of courtly mold, AdornM with pearl and gold. With waihes and paint her skin does fo taint^ She*8 withered before fhe*s old : While (he of commode puts on a cart-load. And with cufhions plumps her tail. What joys are found in rufhy ground. Young, plump and round, nay fweet and found. Of thofe of the milking-pail ? V. You girls of F^nus game, That venture health and fame, "* ' In praflifing feats, with cold and heats. Make lovers grow blind and lame : If men were fo wife co value the prize Of the wares moft fit for fale. What (lore of beaux would daub their clothes. To favc a nofe, by ^o\\o\v\tv^o^ >l\i^^^ Who carry ihe mV^w^-^ixW C 413 ) - VI. j<'' The country lad is free From fears and jealoufie, Whilft upon the green he is often fees With his lafs upon his knee ; With kifles moft fweet he doth her fo treat. And fwears (he'Jl never grow dale : Fut the London lafs, in every place. With brazen face defpifes the grace Of thofe of the milking pail. P H I L L I s defpife not. I. PH ILLIS defpife not vour faithful lover. Play not the tyrant, becaufe you are fair 1 Beauty will fade, my charming maid« Juft as the lilly. My beautiful PMfy^ . Ceafe to prove coy, fmiie on the bo]r» ' « . . Grant him the bleffing he ioogi to eiyoy. ,1^.. ir. Crowns are but trifles, compared wth my Phiify : Who can behold her, and not be edl&vM ? Angel divine f wert thou but mine : Pity my ftory, I laugh at all glory. Here I proteil on thy dear breaft. With thee in a cottage Td think myfelf Weft. Drink while ye can. LET'S drink, my friends, while here we live, The fleeting moments as they pafs 'i'his iilent admonition give, T' improve our time, and pufh the glafs* T J Wheo ^ ■■ ( 4U ) 11. When once we've emrcd Cbaroti*s boat. Farewell to drinking, joys divine. There's not a drop to wcct our throat. The grave's a cellar void of wiae« Meddlers out of Seafon. I. Co M E, lads, ne'er plague your heads With what is done io Spain, fiut leave to them Who are fupreme, To fecile peace again : Debating, prating, jumbling, gruipbling. Pays no nation's debt ; 'Tis time muft clear it, Jiill like claret, When it is on the fret. II. , F.acli one (houlJ mind hi* own, Noc bufincfs of the Aatei 'I'his all we get. By meddling yet» More troubles to create, ^ Our wrangling, jangling, damViiJg, hammVinff^ But diiturb the town ; Such men of mettle. In a kettle, ^ Make two holes for one. III. If you the dangers knew Of thofe that wear a crown. You'd fcarce envy A ftate fo high, But wifely ufe your own : Untteady, giddy, bufy, dizzy, Wich the dazUn^ W\^\. » X^x ^ ( 415 ) Yet daily (looping, Almoft drooping Underneath the weight* IV. Low fwains that range the plains. Their native freedom keep. Who yet command. With crook in hand. Their faithful dog and fheep : Their leifure, pleafure, fporting, courting, None but time deceive i Whilft Jmaryllis, Jug and Philiis, Flow'ry garlands weave. Complaint on Scorn. L WH Y will FlortUa^ when I gaa*» My ravi(h*d tyu reprove^ And chide them from the only face I can behold with love \ To (huD your fcorn, and eafe my care, I feek a nymph more kind : And as I range from fair to hir^ Still gentle ufage iind, II. But Of! how faint is evVy joy. Where nature has no part j New beauties may my eyes employ, But you engage my heart. So relllefs exiles, as they roam. Meet pity ev'ry where ; Yet languifh for their native home, Tho' death attends them there. T 4 Lovi ( 4i6 ) Love or Wine. I. IF Vhillis denies me relief. If fhe's angry, J'll feck it in wine ; 'J 'ho* fhe laughs at my amorous grief. At my mirth why IhcuM (he repine ? M fny mini, &c, JJ. liie rparkling ChampcAgn (hall remove Ail the cares my dull grief has in (lore My rcafon I loft when I iov'd. And by drinking what can i do more f And by drifiking. &c. III. Wca'd Plillli but pity my pain. Or n^y aoi'rous vows wou'J «TpprovC;, The juice of the grape I'd difdaiii. And be drunk with nothing but love. Atiil he liiunk, &c. f^ 7uenfy one favourite Songs, in the Beggar's Opera. SONG I. Tune, jin old Womsin chathcd in Grey^ Scc. TH R O U G H all the employments of life. Each neighbour abufes hit brother : Wiiore and rogue they call husband and wife. All profeflions be-rogue one another ; ^.^ The prieft calls the lawyer a cheat, * • The lawyer be-knaves the divine ; And the (latefman, bec?.u(e he's fo ^reat, Thinks his wade w Yion^^ «a xsuw^* ■* ' SONG II. jC Tunet ne iowty gny ifd nurn^ &c« 9^nr^I S woman that fedaces all mankind, X By her we firft were taaght the wheedling arts : Her very eyes can cheat, when mod (he's kind. She tricks us of our roone^ with our hearts : For her, like wolves hf night, we roam for prey» And pradUfe evV^ fraud to bribe her charms » For fuits of love, like law, are won by pay. And beauty muft be fee'd into our arms. SONG III. Tune, Why is your faithful Jlavi difdaiiCi? &C» IF love the virgins heart invade. How, like a moth, the fimple maid Still plays about the flame f If foon fhe be not made a wife, (Jer honour^s iing'd, and then for life She^s what I dare not name. _ S O N G IV. Tunc, Of all the fimple Things tvi do, &c« A Maid is like a golden oar, Which hath guineas intrinfical in't, Whofe worth is never known, before It is try*d, and impreil in the mint. A wife's like a guinea in gold, Stampt with the name of her fpoufe ; Now here, now there ; is bought, or is fold ; And is current in every houfe. T J SONG ( 4i8 ) SONG V. Tune, What Jhall I do tojhoiv bonv mitch I love her, &c, VIRGINS are like the fair flower in its luftre, Which in the garden enamels the ground i Near it the bees in play flatter and duller. And gaudy butterflies frolick around. But when once pluck*d, 'tis no longer alluring. To Co^jent Garden 'tiafent^ (as yet fweet,) There fades, and (brinks, and grows pad sdl enduring. Rots, ilinks, and dies, and is trod under feet. o SONG VI. Tunc, Oi? London is a fine Tsivn, ^Ur Folly is a fad flut! nor heeds what we taught her, I wonder any man alive will ever rear a daughter ! For flie mud have both hoods and gowns, , And hoops to fwcll her pride, \ With fcarfs and ftays, and gloves and lace ; And flie will have men befide ; ' And when flie's drell with care and cofl. All tempting fine and gay. As men fliould ferve a cucumber. She flings herfelf away. • Our Polly \% a fad flut, fffr. SONG VII. Tune, Grim King of the Ghofts^ &C. CA N love be controuKd by advice ? Will Cuf id oar mothers obey ? Though my heart were as frozen as ice. At his fldrne, 'twould have melted away. When he kid me io clofely he preft, •Twas fo fweet that I muii have comply'd : So I thought it both fafeft and beft. To marry for fear you fhou'd chide. SONG ( 419 ) SONG VIII. Tune, J Soldier and a Sniloi:' A Fox may Ileal your hens, fir, A whore your health and pence, fir. Your daughter rob your cheft, fir. Your wife may fteal your reft, fir, A thief your goods and plate. But this is all but picl;ing, With reft, pence, chaft, and chicken i Ic ever was decreed, fir, if lawyer's hand is feed, fir. He fteals your whole eftate. SONG IX. Tunc, O-ver the Inlls and far away. WE R E I laid on Greenland'* coafl. And in my arms embrac'd tny Ufs ; Warm amidll eternal /roll. Too (oon the half year's nights wouM pafs. Were I fold on Indian foil, .' Soon as the burning day was clos'd, I coald mock the fultry toil. When on my charmer's bread repoa'd. And I would love you all the day. Every night would kifs and play. If with me you'd fondly ftray. Over the bills and far away. T^ SONG X. Tune, O the traia, ic. nifer thus a {hilling fees, _ Which he's obligM 11 With CgBs refigoi it by i-.ogrees', ' And Tears 'tis gone for aye. The boy. thus, when his Ipirrow's flown, The bird in filence eyes 5 Bat foon u oat of fight 'tis g,o(ie, Whiae$, wJiimpen. fo^s. aixA a\w» ( 420 ) SONG XL Tune, Cotillon. YO U T H ' 8 the fcafon made for joy?. Love 18 then our duty. She alone who that employs. Well deferves her beau^. Let* 8 be gay, While we may, Beauty^s a flower defpisM in decay^ Youth's the feafon, ^c. Let us drink and fport to day. Ours is not to morrow. Love with youth flies fwift to day, Age is nought but forrow. Dance and flng, 1 ime*8 on the wing. Life never knows the return of fpring. Chorus. Let us drink, ^c. SONG XIL Tune, Wlen once 1 lay wolth anotbtr Man*s Wifi. TH E gamcfters and lawyers are jugglers alike, Jf they meddle, your all is in danger ; Like gypfies, if. once they can finger a foufe. Your pockets they pick, and they pilfer your houie. And give your eihte to a flranger. SONG XIIL Tunc, Courtiers, Courtiers^ think it no harm^ &c. MA N may efcape from rope or gun. Nay, feme have out-liv'd the dolor's piJl ; Who takes a woman muil be* undone. That bafilisk is fare to kill. The fly that fips treacle is loft in the fweets. So he chat laftes wom^iw, vjo^^t^^ >wcixa^tv^ He that taHw WQiaaiv, xvjah mR^\s« ( 4lO SONG XIV. Tiioe, 7bi Su» had !a»t'A bu intarj ttami, fcc. TH E firlt tine at the looking glafs Tlte raochcr feti ber daughter, Tb« image llriku tlie rniling Ufg, Willi felf-love ever after. Each time Ibe looks, Qie, fonder grown, Thioki ev'ry charm grows Srooger : Bui alK>, vain maid, all eyes but /our owti( Can fee you are not younger. SONG XV. Tune, Hitii happy ere 'uit, &c. WHEN you cenfure the age. Be cauiioui and fage, LcS the courtiers offended fhould be : If you mention vice or bribe, Tis pal [6 all the tribe. Each cries —"" that was levell'd at me. SONG XVI. Tune, LendBH Ladiet. IP you at an office follicite your due. And would not have matters neglcAed ; You mult quicken tbe clerk with tbe peiqui£te toc^ To what his duty direfled. Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent. She too has this palpable failing. The perquiliie fofieui her into confent ; That realbn wiib all is prevailing. SONG XVII. Tune, Packimon*j PevnJ. THUS gamellers united in frieodlhip are found, Tho' they know that their udi&rj a!>V\»«.ti^t.^x-. They Hock to their prey at tVie 4\«-to^vtaKiA» Andjoia to promow one aLUOt.\mH ^cawv ^ ( 422 ) Bat if by milhapy They fail of a chap. To keep in their hands, they each other entrap : Like pikes lank with hunger, who mifs of their ends, They bice their companions, and prey on their friends. SONG XVIII. Tune, Lillihullero. TH £ modes of the court fo common are grown. That a true friend can hardly be met i Frieridfhip for interell is but a loan. Which they let out for what the/ can get. 'Tis true you find. Some friends fo kind. Who will give you good counfel themfelves to defend. In forrowful ditty. They promife, they pity. But (hift you for money, from friend to friend. SONG XIX. Tune, Doivn in the North Country, &c, WHAT gudgeons are we men F Ev'ry woman's eafy prey^ Though we have felt the hook« agen We bite and they betray. The bird that hath been trapt. When he hears his calling mate. To her he flies, again he's clapt Within the wiry grate. SONG XX. Tune, ^ Cobler there ivas, &c. OUR felvcs, like the great, to fecure a retreat, When matters require it, mull give up our gantr; And good rcafon why, ^' Or, inftead of the fry, Kv'n Peachum and I Like poor petty t?iica\s» toa^\. V^ti^^ V-a^tv^ *, Like poot petty tafcaV«» m^^\WTv^ ^o^^ ( 4^3 ) SONG XXI. Tune, Green S/eeves. SINCE laws were made for ev^ry degree. To curb vice in others, as well as me, I wonder we han*c better company. Upon Tyburn tree ! But gold from law can take out the (ling. And if rich men like us were to fwing, 'T would thin the land, fuch numbers to firing. Upon Tyburn tree I A N D R o and his cutty 'Gun. I. BL Y T H, blyth, blyth was fhe, Blyth was ihe butt and ben ; And well (he loo'd a Hawick gill. And leugh to fee a tappit hen. She took me in, and fet me down. And heght to keep me lawing-free ; But, cunning carling that fhe was. She gart me birle my bawbie. II. We loo'd the liquor well enough ; But waes my heart my cafh was done. Before that I had quenchM my drowth. And laith I was to pawn my (boon. When we had three times toom'd our ftoup. And the nieft chappin new begun. In darted, to heeze up our hope. Young Andro with his cutty gun. III. The carling brought her kebbuck ben, With girdle -cakes well toafted brown. Well does the canny kimmer ket^ They gar the feuds gae ^VibW ^Q>iitk« ^ts ( 4«4 ) We ca*d the bicker aft aboat ; Till dawning we ne*er jee*d oar bon^ And ay the deaneft drinker out. Was JadrQ vith hia culLty guiu IV. He did like oovflifvis fing^ And as I in h|^ oxter fac. He ca'd me ay to bonny thing. And mony a ftppy kiia I gat, I hae been ead, I hae been weft, I hae been far ayont the fun ; But the blythefi lad that e'er I faw. Was Attdrs with his cutty gun. Sailors Song. Ho W happy are we, Now the wind is abaft ; And the boflbn he pipes, Hawl both our fheets aft. Steady, fteady, fays the matter. It blows a frefh gale ; We'll foon reach our port, boys, Jf the wind does not fail. Then drink about, Tom^ Aitho* the (hip roll ; Then drink about 7om^ Altho* the (hip roll : We*JI fave our rich liquor, Wellfa've, Sec. By flinging our bowL „ - -^ hundred Tears hence. LET us drink and be merry, dance joke and rejoice, With claret, canary, thcorboe and voice j 'ihc changeable woM \o o\« '^o>j^ v\ MXiyxCL^ And all pleafuie\ ttidcd n4\v^u \^^^^Sa ^v^Sl. ( 425 ) In mirth let us fpend our fpare hours and our pence. For we ihall be pad it a hundred years hence. IL The butterfly courtier, that pageant of ftate. That mouie-trap of honour, and may -game of fate ; For all his ambition, his freaks and his tricks. He mad die like a bumpkin, and fall into Styx : His plot againfl death^s but a (lender pretence, Who*d take his place from him a hundred years hence f III. The beautiful bride, who with garlands m crown'd. And kills with each ^nce as fhe treads on the ground; Her glittering drefs does caft fuch a fplendor. As if none were fit but the ftars to attend her ; Altho* fhe is pleafanr, and fweet to the fenfe, She*ll be damnable mouldy a hundred years hence. IV. The right-hearted foldier, who^s a (Iranger to fear^ Calls up all his fpirits when danger is near ; He labours and fights, great honour to gain. And hardily thinks it will ever remain ; But virtue and courage prove in vain a pretence^ To flourifh his ftandard a hundred years hence'* V. The merchant who ventures his all on the amh. Not doubting to grsSp what the Indies contain^ He buzzes and buftles like a bee in the fprtng. Vet knows not what harveft the autumn will bring ; Tho* fortune's great queen ihould load him with pence, HeMl ne'er reach the market a hundred years hence^ VI. The rich bawling lawyer, who, by fools wrangling nrife, Can fpin out a fuit to the end of a life i A fuit which the client does wear out in flavc Whilfl the pleader makes confcience a cloak for his knavery ; Tho^ he boafts of his cunning, and brags of his fenCcv Hc^U be noff tft im/entui a handccd ^«^%Yks.tL^^. 1^ (426 ) VII. The plu(h- coated qnack, who, his fees to enlarge, Kills people by licence, and at their oif n charge ; He builds up fair llrudlures with ill-gotten wealth, By the dregs of a pifs-pot» and the ruins of health: By the treafures of health he pretends to difpeofe, ^e'll be turnM into mummy a hundred years hence. VIII. The meagre- chopp'd ufurcr, who in hundreds gcti twenty, | But (larves in his wealth, and pines in his plenty ; I Lays up for a fcafon he never will fee. The year of one thoufand eight hundred and three: He muft change all his houfes, his lands and his rents, For a worm-eaten coffin a hundred years hence. IX. The learned divine, with all his preienfions , To knowledge fuperior, and heavenly triaiiiionsj Who lives bv the tithe of other Ml ibour. Yet expedls that his bltffing he .^cf iv V- jn a favour. Tho' he talks of the fp'^' ■'■'■■^ bewilders our fenfti Knows cot what w !! ^viae of him a hundred yein hence. X. The poet himrrlf, who fo loftily fingt^ And fcorni any iubjcrdt but heroes or kings. Mull CO the capricio of fortune fubmit i Which will make a fool of him in fpite of his wit. Thus health, wealth, and beauty, wit, learning and fenfe, Muft all come to nothing a hundred years hence. XL Why fhould we turmoil then in cares and in fcan, By converting our joys into fighs and to tears f Since pleaiure abound, let us ever be tafting. And to drive away forrow while vigour is lafting, i We'll kiis the brisk damfels, that we may from theno Have brais w ^utc^^^ ^^ ^>R>MAtt.^ ^^-^x^ V^\\s«., ( 427 ) XII. The true-hearted mafon, who adh on the fquarCi And lives within compafs by rules that are fair ; Whilft honour and confcience approve all his deeds^ As virtue and prudence diredls he proceeds, With friendfhip and love, difcretion and fenfe. Leaves a pattern for brothers a hundred years hence. J o H N Y F A A, the Gypjie Laddie. I. TH E gypiies came to our good lord's gate^ And wow but they fang fweetly ; Tney fang fae fweet, and fae very compleat. That down came the fair lady. II. And (he came tripping down the (lair. And a^ her maids before her ; As foon as they faw her well-far'd face. They coo(t the glamer o*er her. , III. "'Gie talc frae me this gay mantile^ And bring to me a plaidie, For if kith and kin and a* had fworn^ ril follow the gVpiie laddie. IV. Yeftreen Ilay ih a well-made bed. And my good lord beiide me s This night Til ly in a tenant's barn. Whatever (hall betide me. V. Come to your bed, fays Jobfty Faa, Oh come to your bed, my deary i For I vow and I fwear by the hilt of my fword, I'hat your lord (hall nae mair come near ye. VI. I'll go to bed to my Johny Faa^ V\\ go to bed to my deary ; For I vow and fwear by what paft ycCLttttv, That my lord fhall nae mwi coro.^ xv^^i tcw^. (428 ) VII. 1*0 mak a hap to my J^bwf Fma^ And ni mak a hap to my dcaiy. And he*8 get a' the coat gaes found. And my lord (hall nae mair oomc neaf me. VHL And when our lord came bame at een. And fpeirM for his fair lady. The eane fhe cry'd, and the other rcply'd, She*s away with the gypfie laddie. IX. Gae faddle to me the black black ftced, Gae faddle and make him ready ; Before that I either eat or fleep, 1*11 gae feek my fair lady. X. And we were fifteen well-made men^ Altho* we were nae bonny t And we were a* put down for ane^ A fair young wanton lady. 0/t/ Ch IRON. I. OL D Chiron thus preachM to his popil JMtu^ ril tell thee, young gemfeflaan, what tke frtv will is : You, my boy, muft jo (The gods will have it fo) To the fiege of 7roy ; Thence never to return to Gretet again. But before tho(e walU to be (lain. IL Let not your noble courage be caft down. But all the while you ly before the town. Drink and drive care away, drink and be merry ; You'll ne'er jo iVi^ foQt«x \a vhft Sty^jian ferry. ( 4^9 ) Bottle and Friend. I. SU M op alt the delights This world does prodoee. The darling allarements Now chiefly in ufe, __ You'll find, if compared. There* s none can contend With the folid enjoyments Of a bottle and friend. II. For honour, for wealth. For beauty may wafle ; Thcfe joys often fade. And rarely do laft ; They're fo hard to attain. And fo eafily loft. That the pleaiure ne*er anfwets The trouble and coft III. None bat wine and true friendihip Are lafting and fare. From jealoufy free, ^ And from envy fecure ; Then fill all the glaifes. ^ Until they run o'er, A friend and good wine Are the charms we adore. Dunt^ dunty pittie^ pattie. Tunc, Ytlh^^hair'dLaddit. I. ON Whitfunday morning I went to the fair. My ^^eJJoiv haif*d laddie Was felling hh ware ; ^Aft ( 430 ) He gied me fie a biyth blink With his bonny black eye. And a dear blink, and a fair blink le was unto me. ir. I wid not what all'd me When my laddie came in. The little wee flarnies Flew ay frae my een ; And the fweat it dropt down Frae my very eye brie, And my heart playM ay Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie, pattie. III. I will not what aiPd me, When I went to my bed, I tofled and tumbled, And deep frae me fled. Now its fleeping and waking He is ay in my eye. And my heart play'd ay Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie, pattie. Roger and Dolly, As Do/fy was milking of the cows, Young Roger came tripping it orcr the plaiOj And made unto her moll delicate bows. And then he went tripping it back again. My prerty fwcct Roger, come back again. My precty fweet Roger, come back again. For it is your company that I do lack. Or clfe my poor heart will burft in twain. I winna come back, nor I canna come back i I wonot, I cannot ; no, no, not I : And if 'tis my com^tvxv^ iK^t you do lack, ' You may lack it utvu\ \3afc Va&. ^^i ^^>ql ^\fe. (431 ) Oh ! do you not mind the curds and cream» And many a bottle of good March beer ? When you was going along with your team ? And then it was Dolly my own fweet dear. But I winna come back, nor I canna come back, ^c. The Invocation. 1. YE powers that o^er mankind prefide^ And pity human woes. My (leps to lome retirement guide. That no diilurbance knows. Te peiuers, &c. II. There let my foul forget her pain, ReflorM to blefsful peace again ; ' Nor e'er refign the calm retreat. To feel the forrows of the great, To feel theforro'ws of the great. I'be Virgin's Choice. I. VI R G I N S, if e'er at laft it prove My deftiny to be in love. Pray wilh me this good fate : May wit and prudence be my guide. And may a little decent pride My adions regulate. . II. If e'er I an amour commence. May it- be with a man of fenfe. And learned education ; May all his courtfhip eafy be. Neither uxTfbrmal, nor too free. But wifely ihew his paflion. Wvf (43^) III. May bis eftate be like to mine. That nothing look like a defign To bring at into forrow. Grant me but this that I have fakl^ And willingly FJI live a maid No longer than to-morrow. Still he's the Man. I. 1| T THAT woman cou'd do, I have try'd to be fitei W Yet do all I can, 1 find I love him, and tho* he flies me, -^ Still, dill, he*8 the man. They tell me at once, he to twenty will fwear : When vows are fo fweet, who the faUhood can bu\ So when you have faid all you can. Still -^ M he*s the man. II. I caught him once making love to a maid, Wbert to him I ran. He turn'd, and he kifs^d me, then who cou*d upbraid So civil a man ? The next day I found to a third he was kind, I rated him foundiy, he fwore I was blind ; So let me do what I can. Still — flill he*s the man. III. All the world bids me beware of his art-: I do what I can ; But he has taken fuch bold of my heart, I doubt he's the man I ' So fweet are his kiffef, his looks are fo kind. He ihay have his faults, but if none I can find. Who Z^Vi do ICVOtt I^Tl^^ <3«i^ At ( 433 ) An old Catch. No W Goji be wi' old Symon, For he made cans to many a one^ And a good old man was»he ; And Jenkin was his journeyman, And he coa*d tipple olF Vi'tY can i And thus he laid to me : To whom drink you. Sir knave. Turn the timber like the lave % Ho ! jolly Jinhin, I fpy a knave in drinking ; Come, troll the bowl to me. ^be Cobler^s Merits. Tune, Charming Sally. OF all the trades from eaft to we{(. The cobler^s, paft contending, Js like in time to prove the beft, Which every day is mending. How great his praife who can amend The foals of all his neighbours. Nor is unmindful of his end, fiat to his lail he labours. The Cobkr*s Happinefs. Tunc, Come let us prepare. L iMa I. E T matters of (late, Difquiet the great. The cobler has nought to perplex him ; Has Ttoughc but his wife To ruffle his life. And her he can flrap, if (h^ v^x\v\m. ( 434 ) 11. He's out of the pow'r Of Fortune^ that whorc. Since low a's can be, fhe has thrull him ; From'duns he's fecure, For being fo poor. There's none to be foand that will trud him, I f 7be honourable Support, Tune, 11:6 milking'paiL iHate the coward tribes. Who, by mean (rSeaking bribe.%* By tricks and difguife. By flattery and lies, J'o power and grandeur rife. Like heroes of old, lie ili!l greatly bold ; Let the fvvord your cr.ufe fupport ; J^.^cver learn to fawn. And never be drawn Voiir truth to pawn Among the fpawn V/ho pradlile the frauds of courts. Self^ the prime Mover. Tune, Hunt the Squirrel. 1'^JIE world is always jarring. This is parfuing T' other man's ruin ; Friends with friends are warring In a fwlfe cow^idly way. 6^purrM on by emuhitious, ; Calumny tA^\t\^» Murt'ncrs Repuuuow?, ( 435 ) Thus, with burning heat. Each returning hate Wounds and robs his friends In civil life ; Even man and wife Squabble for felfilh ends. Thefpotlefs Virgin. Tune, My deary, if thou die. PU R E as the new fallen fnow appears The fpotlefs virgin's fame, Unfully'd white her bofom bears As fair her form and fame ; But when (he's foil'd, her luftre greets The admiring eye no more ; She fmks to mud, dtfiles the ftreets. And fwells the common fhore. T'he Worth of -Wine. Tune, Let*s be jovial, I. J'np^I S wine that clears the underftanding, X Makes men learn'd withoutten books ; It fits the general for commanding, And gives fogers fiercer looks. ' With a fa, la^ la^ /^, &c. JL 'Tis wine that gives a life to lovers. Heightens beauties of the fair ; Truth from falfliood it difcovers, Quickens joys, And conquers care. With a fa, la, la, la, &C. m. Wine will fet our fouls on fire. Fit us for all glorious things ; When rais'd by Bacchus we afpire At nights above the reach of k\T\^s. mtha/a, la, /a, &c. U z ^^^' (436) Bring in bonny magnums plenQr, Be each glais a bumper crownM ; None to flinch till they be empty. And full fifty toafb gone round. Witbafa^ la^ la^ la, &c. Woman compared to China, Tune, Finks and LUlUs, I. A Woman's ware, like china, JljL Now cheap, now dear is bought i When whole, tho* worth a guinea. When brokers not worth a groat i Wbtn broke. Sec. 11. A woman at St. yames^s. With hundreds you obtain ; Sut flay till loft her j^me is, SheMl be cheap in Drury'Lam. Sbi'// be cbgap. Sec. Slow Men of London. I. THERE were three lads in our town. Slow men of Loudon ; 1 hey courted a widow was bonny and browo. Yet they left her undone. II. They often tafted the widow's chear. Slow men of London ; Yet the widow was never the near, Por Hill they left her undone. III. They went to work without their tools» Slow men oi Loiuloit \ The widow (be fcnt tVtia wi«^ ^Skfe lv3»» £ccattle ihty \tS\ Y^tt w.^i^ ( 437 ) Blow ye windr» and come down rain. Slow men of London ; They never flnll woo this widow again* fiecaufe they left her undone. mmt Follow your Leaders^ 7o the foregoing Tune, TH £ manners of the great alFedl ; Stint not your pleafure : . If confcience had their genius checkt* How got they treafure ? The more in debt, run in debt the more« QsLttltti who is undone ; Morals and honefty leave the poor. As they do at Londous I ^he 'Pimp and PoKtician Parallels. Tune, *Twaj within a Furlong of Edinburgh To*w». IN pimps and i>o]iticians The genins is the fame ; Both raife their own conditions On others guilt and ihame : With a tongue well tipt wich lies Each tlie want of parts fupplies^r. And with a heart that^s all difguife Keeps his fchemes unknown* Seducing as the devil. They play the tempters part. And have, when moft they're civil, Moft mifchief in their heart. Each a fecret commerce drives, Firft corrupts and then connives^ And by his neighbour's vices thrives, fox they are aU his ONvn. (438 ) Philander and A m o|i e t. I. WH E N gay Pbilanaer fell a prize To Jmor(taii conquering eye?, IJc iook his pipe, he foughc the plain^ Kegartii'efs of his growing pain ; A- A refolutely bent co wrell 'i he bearded arrow from his bread. II. Come, gentle gales, the ihcpherd cry'J, He Gi//V/and his bow dtfy'd ; But, as the gales obsequious flew, V/ith flow'ry fccnts and fpicy ^^^9^', He did unknowingly repeat, T'.c brecith of Amoret isfweet. III. ilis pipe again the (hepherd try'd, An(i vvaiL'iifiS nightingales repIyM j , ■ 'J heir rojnds m nval meafurcs movc^ A'd meetii:g echoci charm \ht grove : i h (houf,ht& that tovM again repeat *ile <LoUf of Amoret isfwcet* IV. Since every fair and lovely view The thoughts of Amoret renew, Fiom fl.^w'ry lawn and (hady green To pi olpcdt gloomy change the fcene : Sad change for him f for iighing there^ He thought of lovers in deipair. V. Convinc'd, the fad Fhtlander cries. Now, cruel God, afTert thy pri&e. For love its fatal empire gains \. Yet grant, in pity to my pains, Thcfe lines the nymph may oft repeat^ -And own VhiUin(i%T'%\v\\ ^i^ l^t^^^x^ ( 439 ) ' The W I T and the B e a u. Tune, Bright A u r E l i a. I. WITH every grace young Strephon chofe His perfon to adorn. That by the beauties of his face In Sy/'vias love he might find place. And wonder'd at her Icorn. U. With bows and fmiles he did his pnrr. But oh ! 'twas all io v.-Jn ; A youth lefs fine, a youth of art. Had ta!kM himfelf into her hear:, And would not out again. III. With change of Habifs Strephon prefiM, And urg'd her to admire ;. His Lo've alone the other drcfs'd. As vtsi^ or profe became it beft, And mov'd her foft defire. IV. This found, his courtfhip StrepUn endi» Or makes ic to his glaftf There in himfelf now feeks amends Convinc'd, that where a li'it pretends A Beau is but an ^/s. Ihe Nurfe's Song. Tune, Telfoiv Stockings, T. HEY! my kitten, a kitten. Hey ! my kitten, a deary ; Such a fweet pett as this Is neither far nor neary : Here we go up, up, up ; Here we go down, down, downy ; H^re we go backwards and forward?, And here wc go round, round, lou^vdv. U4 ^M c:>M55wi, ( 440 ) II. Chicky, cockow, my lilly cock ; See, fee, fie a downy ; Gallop a frot, trot, trot, Aod hey for Duhlin towny. This pig went to the market ; SquecK mdafe, moufe, moufy ; Shoe, fhoe, (hoe the wild cole, And hear thy own dol doufy. jir. Where was a jewel and petty. Where was a fugar and fpicy i Huih a baba in a cradle. And we* 11 go abroad in a tricy. Did.a papa torment it ? Did-e vex his own baby ? did c ? Huih a baba in a bofie ; Take ous own fucky : did-e ? IV. Goodmorrow, a pudding is broke ; Slavers a thread o* cryftal. Now the fweet pofTet comes up ; Who faid my child was pifs'd all ? Come water my chickens, come dock. Leave off, or he'll crawl you, he*ll crawl yoo % Come, gie me your hand, and TU beat him : Wha was it vexed my baby ? V. Where was a hugh and a craw ? Where ^as, was, was a gigling honey ? Goody, good child (hall be fed. But naughty child (liali get nony. Get ye gone raw-head and bloody- bones. Here is a cH^iId that won*t fear ye. Come, pifly, piflTy, my jewel. And ik, ik ay, wy dtw^. ( 440 J*he Magpje, I. GOOD people, draw near, A ftory vc's hear, A ilory both pleafant and true \ Which happened of late, And's not out of date l I am going to tell it to you, II. It was an old cobler. Who foal'd (hoes at Duller, And lov'd to drink the juice of good barley f And then with his wife. As dear as his life. When drunk he lov'd for to parley. III. This cobler, they fay, Being; drunk on a day. His wife flie did murmur and chat ; This cobler, they fay. Did thrafh her that day. And cry'd, what a pox wad ye be at \ IV. He had a magpye That was very fly. And ufed for to mormnr and chat ; Who foon get the tone. Before it was long. Of, what a pox wad ye be at I V. And this magpye. Who was fo very fly. He into a meeting-houfe gat^ And as the old parfon Was canting his leflbn, Cry'd, what a pox wad ye be at ? U 5 VI.. The parfon furprisM, Did life up his eyes : Now help u?, pray, Father, in need ; For Satan I fear Does vific us here ; So help uSy pray. Father, with fpeed. VII. The parfon again Bec^an to explain To chofe around him that fat ; But Mug\e indeed Flew over, his head. And cry^i, what a pox wad ye be at ? VJIf. Then the parfon did skip. Five yards at a leap. From his pulpit quite down to the floor; And left every faint. Quite ready to faint. Leaping out of the meeting-houfe door* IX. Then fome without hats. And fomc without hoods, : Then out of the meeting-houfe gat ; And Miigie happ'd after, Which ^iiufcd njuch laughter, ^^y^^'^$ w^ii-^ a pox wad ye be at ? X. Then a fanftify'd foul, W]io thought to concroul, ' Looked Magie quite full in the face. Said, Satan, how dare You thus to appear I In this our fandlify'd place ? XI. But Mugie he pranc'J, He skip'd and ne d;.nc'd, li Afld out of the muiir^ji, houfe ^at i hxSi. ( 443 ) . And all the way long, He kept up his fong. Of a, what a pox wad ye be at ? A good Excufefor Drinking. Up B R A I D me not, capricious. fair. With drinking to.cxccfs ; I fhould not want to drown defpair. Were your indifference lefs. Love roe, roy dear, and you (hall End, When this excufe is gone. That all my blefs, when Chioi^ kind^ Is fix'd on her alone. The god of wine the vidlory To beauty yields with joy ; For Bacchus only drinks like me. When Ariadne* i coy. Mafon's Song. Txxxie^ Lewve of your foolifi prat ting. WE have no idle pratting, Oi e\t\itT Whig Qt Tory i But each agrees • To live at eafe. And fing, or tell a ftory. Chorus. Fill to him to the brim ; Let it round the table roll I The divine tells you, ivine Chears the body and the fbuL 11. We will be men of pleafure, Defpifing pride or party ; Whilft knaves and fools Prercribe us rules. We are fincere and hearty. Filito him, &c. \i % '^ 5 A (444) III. If aay are lb foolifli. To whine for co u r ti er* fanwr» Wem bind htm oVr To drink so more Tin he hat n better fiivoiir. Fiil /# bim^ &C IV. If an accej>ted mafon Should uIk of high or low church, We*U fet Eim down A (baOow crown» And underfianding no church. Fill t$ him, &c V. The world is all in darknefs ; About us they conjedure i But little think A foog in drink Succeeds the mafon^s lecture. FiU t0 bim, &c. VI. Then landlord, bring a hogihead. And in the corner place it i *TiIl it rebound With hollow found Each mafon here (ball face it. Fill to him, &c. The frugal Maid. » I. I An a poor maiden fbrddcen^ YjBt 1 bear a contented mind ; i am a poor maiden forfaken. Yet I'll find another more kind : JFpr altho' I be forfakeo. Yet this I would have you to knpw^ I neVr was fo ill provided, ^ ^t I*d two *i ^tt ftim^gi IQ m^ Vsli% \v« ( 445 ) ih I own that once I lovM him. But his fcorn I conld never endure i Nor yet to that height of perfe^on, ' * For his flights to love htm the more* I own he was very engaging. Yet this I would have you to know, I ne*er was To ill provided, ' But I*d two *r three firings to my bow. III. Ye maidens who hear of my ditty. And are unto lovinz incltn*d. Mens minds they are 7ubje6t to changing^ And wavering lilte the wind ; Each objedl creates a new. fancy : Then this I would have you to do ; fie eafy and free, and take pattern by me, Aad keep two *r three firings to your bow^ Damon's Figure 2/' C e l i a. Tune, Donjon thi bum, Davib. . I- ;• ASSIST your vot'ry, friendly ninc» Infpire becoming lays ; Caule Celia\ matchlefs beauty (bine. Till heaven and earth (hall blaze. She's pleafant as returning light. Sweet as the morning ray» When Fhcehui quelk the (hades of night. And brings the chear/ul day. II. Her graceful forehead*s wondrous fair, As purell air ferene ; No gloomy paffion rifing there, O'ercaft the peaceful fcene : Her fmall bright eye-brows finely bend, Tranfport darts from her tyti ; * The /parkJing diamond they tranicend^ Of Am which gem tbe «!kit)% KtSbmi^ .( 446 ) III. A rifing blufc of hcavcnlv dy - 0*er her fair cheek fiiU g(ows ; Her (hining locks in ringlets \y. Well (hap*d and iiz'd her nofe ; Her fmillDg lips arc lovely red. Like roles newly blown ; Her iv*ry teeth (for mod pa^t hid) YouM wifh fpr cvei: (hown. IV. Her fnowy neck and breafb like glaft^ Or polifiiM marble fmooth. That nympirs in beauty far iurpafs Who fir'd the Trojan youth ; Her {lender waift, white arm and hand, Jufl fymmetry does grace : What's hid from thefe (if you demand) Let lively fancy trace. V. A fprightly and.angelick mind Reigns in this comely frame. With decent eafe ads unconfin'd, Jnfpires the whole like flame ; Minereva oi Diana^s flate, With renus foftnefs join'd. Proclaim her gcddcf?, meant by fate. Love's rightful queen defign'd. VL Good gods f what raptures fire my foul ! Ho-.v flutters my fonH heart ! When tender glances a; t controul, ^ And love fupprefs'd impnrt. f Propitious pow'rs, ma^:e CW/^ mine. Complete my cuvning blefs j At monarch's pomp I'Jl not repine. Nor grudge their happinefs. ( 447 ) The new Lights I. CE L I A, now my heart hath broke The bond of your ungentle yoke> DiflblvM the fetter of that chain By which I drove fo long in vain : May I be flighted if I e'er Am caught again within your fnare, jim caught, &c. II. In vain you fpread your treachVous net^ In vain your wily fnares are fet ; The bird can now your arts efpy, Andy armM with caution, from them ^y : Some heedlefs fwain your prey may be. But faith you're too well known to me. But faith. See. III. I with contempt can now defpife The treach'rous follies of your ^yts^ And with contempt can fit and hear You prattle nonfenfe half a year. And go away as little mov'd As you was lately when I lov'd, jis you 'was, 8cc. IV. I wonder what the plague it was Made me fuch a Aupid afs, To fancy fuch a noble grace In yoar language, mien and face. Where nov/ I nothing more can find- Than what I fee in all your kind. Than ivhat, &c. . V. Thus when the droufy god of fleep. Upon our wearied fancies creep, H Some headlefs piece of image rife, -, [; By' fancies form'd delude our eyes i * ( 448 ) Bat feoB at e*er the god of day Appear** they faint and die away» the Fickle fix'd. I. MY love was fickle once and changing. Nor e*er w6uld (ettle in my hearc i From beauty dill to beauty ranging. In ev'ry place I found a dart. II. *Twa8 fird a charming (hape enflav*d me» An eye chat gave die fatal ftroke. Till by her wit Ca/riniui fav*d me. And all my former fetters broke. HI. But now a long and latling anguiHi For BeMdera I endure ; Hourly I figh^^and hourly languilh : Nor hope to find the wonted cure. IV. For here the falfe unconftant tover. After a thoufand beauties fhown^ Does new furprifing charms difcover. And finds variety in one. 7be End of the Fourth Volume. vxllWXPL/U Axchar.d Jans . 24 , \1 W^ EXPLANATION OF T HE SCOTS Words. A\ all. Abeit, alifit. Aboon^ ahw. Ac, Mr/. AfF, of. Aften, o/iin^ Aik, cat. Ain, own. Aith, oath. Air, iarfy. Ajee, j^^/. Alane, akne. Amaift, almo/l. Ambry, cupboard. Ane, orte, Anither, another. Awa, away. Auld, «/^. Ayonti beyond. B. lA', ^^//. Baith, ^^/^. i Biine, 1^^. Siinc Bannocks, oat-hreaJk Baps, roll-bread. Bawm, balm. Bauk, ^tfi/i^, Bedralls, beadla. Beet, /^ i&//j^ 0r npatrm Bend, io drink. Bennifon, blejjmg. Bent, the open fields. Bewith, f>miwhat if$ the mean time. Birks, birch. Bigg, build. Billy, brother. Bindging, becking^HnSt^ ing. Blate, *tf/*/i^/. filaw, blow. Bleeze, blaze. Blink, glance of the eye. Bluter, blunder. Bode, predidl. Bodin, ftored. Bot^.Buty without. EXPLAN Bougils J Jcunding horns^ Bountith, a gratuity. Bowt,' bolt, Brachcn, a fort of broth. Brae, rifing ground. Brankit, privid up. Braid, broad, Brandcr, a gridiron. Braw, fncly