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THE GLEN COLLECTION OF SCOTTISH MUSIC

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SCOTS SANGS.

1

When we behold her Angel Face,

Or when fhe fings with heav'nly Grace,

In what we hear and what we fee,

How ravi firing's the Harmony !

No Charms like Celia's Voice furprife,

Except the Mufick of her Eyes. Lansdoww,

■'% The Tenth Edition.

Being the Whole that are contain'd in the T h r £ s Volumes, juft Publifhed.

By ALLAN RAMSAY,

D V B L I N;

Printed by S. Powell,

Fo> G e o r g b Risk, at the Shakefpear's Heai f| Dame's Street, M PCC XXXIT,

( v OF SCOTLAND r)

D JE D I C A T I O N.

To ilka lovely Britijh Lafs,

Frae Ladies CharIote9 Anne and Jea#9 Down to ilk bony finging Befh

Wha dances barefoot on the Gr$env

Dear Lasses,

YOUR moft humble Slave, Wha ne'er to ferve you Hi all decline. Kneeling wad your Acceptance crave. When heprefentsthisfma' Propine,

Then take it kindly to your Care, Revive it with your tunefu' Notes ;'

Its Beauties will look fweet and fair, Arifing faftly through your Throat,

The wanton wee Thing will rejoice, When tented by a fparkling Eye,

The Spinnet tinkling with her Voice, It lying on her lovely Knee*,

A i Win!

iv DEDICATION.

While Kettles dringe on Ingles dour, Or Clafhes flay the lazy Lafs ;

T-hir Sangs may ward you frae the fowr, And gayly vacant Minutes pafs.

E'en while the Tea's fill*d reeking rounds Rather than plot a tender Tongue,

Treat a' the circling Lugs wi'Sound, Syne fafely fip 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.

A. RAMSAY.

PRE-

PREFACE.

LTHOy it be acknowledged* that our Scots Tunes have not lenrrthned Variety of Mufickt jet they have an agreeable Gaiety and natural Sweet nefs^ that make them acceptable where- ever they are known^ not only among our Jelves9, but in other Countries. They are for the moft fart fo chearful, that on hearing them well plafd or fang, we find a Difficulty to keep our felves from dancing. What further adds to the Efteem we have for them, is^ their An- tiquityj and their being univerfally known,. Mankind's Love for Novelty would appear to- contradict this Reafon ; but will not^ when w§ co?ifidery that for one that can tolerably enter- tain with Vocal or Inflrumental Mujickj there are fifty that content themfelves with the Flea- fure of hearing, and finging without the Trou- ble of being taught : JVow9 fuch are not Judges of the fine Flourishes of new Mujick imported from. Italy and elfewhere^ yet will lijlen with A 3 Pleafure

vi PREFACE.

Pleafure to Tunes that they know, and can pin within the Chorus, Say that our Way is on* ly an harmonious fpeaking of merry, witty or jbft Thoughts, after the Poet has drefs'd them in four or five Stanz,as ; yet undoubtedly thefe mtjft reliflj heft with People, who have not be- flowed much of their Time in acquiring a Tafte* for that downright perfetl Mufak^ which re~ quires none, or very little of the Poet's Ajfiflancem

My being well affured, how acceptable new Words to known good Tunes would prove, en- gaged me to the making Verfes for above jixty of them, in this Volume; About thir- ty more were done by fome ingenious young Gentlemen, who were fo well pleafed with my Undertakings that they generoufly lent me their ^jjiftance ; and to them the Lovers of Senfe &nd Mufickarc obliged for fome of the be (I Songs m the Colletlion. The reft are fuch old Verfes as have been done time out of Mind, and only wanted to be cleared from the Drofs of blunder- ing Tranfcribers and Printers > fuch as, The Gaherlunzie-man, Muirland Willie, Scc.that §Uim their Place in our Colletlion, for their merry Images of the low Char abler.

This Tenth Edition in Eight Years, and the general Demand for the Book^ by Perfons of all Ranks, wherever our Language is underjlood, is a jure Evidence of its being acceptable. My worthy Friend Dr. Bannerman tells me from America*

Nor

PR E F A C E. vii

Nor only do your Lays o'er Britain flow, Round all the Globe your happy Sonnets go $ Here thy foft Verfe, made to a Scottijh Air, Are often f ungby our Virginian Fair. Camilla's warbling Notes are heard no more, But yield to Laft Time I came o'er the Motr } Hydafpes and Rinaldo both give way To Mary Scot, Tweed' fids and Mary Gray.

From this Volume, Mr* Thomfon (wh& is allowed by all, to be a good Teacher and Singer of Scots Songs) cuil'd his Orpheus Caledonius, the Mufick for both the Voice md Flute-, and the Words of the Songs finely engraven in a; folio Book^ for the Vfe of Per fins of the higheft Quality in Bri- tain, and dedicated to her Royal Hlghnefs> now her Majefty our moft gracious Ouepj, This by the by 1 thought proper to intimate, and do my felf that Juftice which the Publifier ne* glefled ; Jince he ought to have acquainted his illuflrious Lift of Subscribers ± that the moft ofths Songs were mine} the 'Mufick abftratted.

In my, Compojttiom and Colletlions, I have kept out all Smut and Ribaldry, that the modeft Voice and Ear of the fair Singer might meet with no Affront ; the chief Bent of all my Studies being, to gain their good Graces: And it jhall always be my Care> to ward off thefi Frowns that would prove mortal to my Mufe.

A 4 Now,

viii PREFACE/

Now, Little Book* go your ways ; be af- fured of favourable Reception wherever the Sun fhines on the free-born chearful Briton; fteal your felf into the Ladies Bofoms. Hap- py Volume ! you are to live too as long as the Song of Homer in Greek and Englifh, and mix your Apes only with the Odes of Horace, Were it but my Fate, when old and ruffled, like you to be again reprinted, what a curious Figure would I appear on the outmoft Limits of Time, after a thoufand Editions ? Happy Vo- lume', you are Jecure, but I muft yield: pleafe the Ladies, and take care of my Fame.

In Hopes of this, fearlefs of coming Age, I'll/mile thro* Life j and when for Rhimercnows'^

I'll calmly quit the Farce and giddy Stage, And flecp beneath a flow'ry Turfffull found,

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Bonny Christy*

HO W fweetly fmells the Simmer green ! Sweet tafte the Peach and Cherry j Painting and Order pleafe our Een,

And Claret makes us merry ? But fined Colours, Fruits and Flowers,

And Wine, tho* I be thirfty, Lofe a' their Charms and weaker Powers, Compar'd with thole o£Chrifty.

When wand'ring o'er the flbwry Park,

No nat'ral Beauty wanting, How lightfome is't to hear the Lark,

And Birds in Confort chanting.*, But if my Chrijfy tunes her Voice,

I'm wrapt in Admiration j My thoughts with Extafies rejoice^

And drap the hale Creation,

"Whene'er fhe f miles a kindly Glance^

I take the happy Omen, And aften mint to make Advance,

Hoping fhe'll prove a Woman s - Silt, dubioqs of my ain Defert,

My Sentiments! f mother j With fecret Sighs I vex my Heart, ,

For fear flie love another,

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Thus

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Thus fang Mate Edie by a Burn,

His Chrifly did o'er-hear him ; She doughtna let her Lover mourn,1

But ere he wift drew near him. She fpake her Favour with a look,

Which left nae Room to doubt her 5 He wifely thiswhite Minute took,

And flang his Arms about heiv

My Chriftyf— — witnefs, bonny Stream*

Sic Joys frae Tears arifing, 2 wifh this may na be a Dream 5

O Love the maift furprifing! Time was too precious now for Tauk %

This Point oi a' his Wifhes He wadna with fet Speechesbauk,

But war'd it a' on KuTes.

The Bujh aboon Traqualr.

HEAR me, ye Nymphs, and ev'ry Swaii!. I'll tell how Peggy grieves me, Tho* thus I Ianguifh, thus complain,

Alas! (he ne'er believes me. My Vows and Sighs, like filent Air,

U nheeded never move her 5 At the bonny Bufh aboon Traqualr* 'Twas there I firft did love foeiv

That Day fhe frnil'd, and made me glad.

No Maid feern'd ever kinder 5. 1 thought my felf the luckieft Lad^

So fweetly there to find hex.

I fcry'd to footh my am'rous Flame;

In Words that I thought tender; If more there pafs'd, I'm not to blame3

I meant not to offend her.

Yet now fhe fcornful flees the Plain,

The Fields we then frequented* Ife'erwemeet, fhe fhews Difdain,

She looks as ne'er acquainted. The bonny Bum bloom'd fair in May,

Its fweets 1*11 ay remember ; But now her Frowns make it decay,

It fades as in December.

Ye rural Powers, who hear my Strains,

Why thus mould Feggy grieve me ? Oh ! make her Partner in my Pains,

Then let her Smiles relieve me. If not, my Love will turn Defpair,

My Pafiion no more tender, I'll leave the Bufh aboon Traquair,

To lonely Wilds I'll wander.

C;

An O D E.

To the Tune of, Pol warth on the G-rcoog •

TH O* Beauty, like the Rofe That fmiles on Polwartb Green,, In various Colours fhows,

As'tis by Fancy feen: Yet all its different Glories Iy

United in thy Face, And Virtue, like the Su«n on high^ Gives Rays to ev'ry Grace,

So

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So charming isher Air,

So fmooth, Co calm her Min-d^. That to fome Angel's Care

Each Motion feems afTign'd : Hutyetfochearful*. fprightly, gay^

The joyful Moments fly, As if for Wings they ftole the Ray

She darteth from her Eye.

Kind am'rousCupids while

\P ith tuneful Voice (he fiflgffi Perfume her Breath and Smile,

And wave their balmy Wings ° But as the tender Brlufhes rife^

Soft innocence doth warm, The Soul in blifsful Extafies

DiiTolveth in the Charm.

rtr r e d - s i n e«

WHAT Beauties does Flora difclofe ? How fweetare her Smiles upon Tweed? yetMary's ftill fweeterthan thofej

Both Nature and Fancy exceed* NovDaifie, nor fweet bluihing Rofes Not all the gay Flowers of the Field*, >Jot Tweed gliding gently thro' thofe, Such Beauty and Pleaiure does yield,.

The Warblers are heard in the Grove,

The Linnet, the Lark, and the Thru fb>" The Black bird, and fweet cooing Dove,

tWith M.u.fi ck enchant ev'ry BuQa*

Cornts

Come, let us go forth to the Mead;

Let.us fee how the Frimrofes fpring • We'll lodge in fome Village on Ttveed,

And love while the feathered Folks flag*

Mow does my Love pafs the long Dayf

Does Mary not 'tend a few Sheep ! Do they never careleily ftray,

W hile happily fhe lies afieep •? Tweed's Murmurs fhould lull her to Reft: 5

Kind Nature indulging my Blifs, To relieve the foft Pains-of my Breafh

I'd ftealan Ambrofial JCifs..

"Tis Ghe does the Virgins excel,

No Beauty with her may compare ^ Love's Graces all round her do dwell,

She's faireft, where Thoufands are fair J Say, Charmer, whera.do thy Flocks ftrayf

Oh ! tell me at Noon where they feed 3 Shall I feek them on fvveet winding Toy,

Or the pleafanter Banks of the Tweed ? €;;

SONG.

To the Tune of, Woe's my mart that m. (liould fimfcf] .

IS Wamilla then my own ? Oh! the dear, the charming Treafurej Fortune now in vain fhall frown 3

Ail my future Life is Pleafure*. ,„ -

See how rich with youthful Grace,

Beauty warms her ev'ry Feature 3 Smiling Heaven is in her Face,.

AlLis.gay3 and all is Nature.

See

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See what mingling Charms arife, Rofy Smiles, and kindling Blufties $

Love fits laughing in her Eyes, And betrays her fecret Wifhes.

Hafte then from th' Idalian Grove,

Infant Smiles, and Sports, andGracesi

Spread the downy Couch for Love, And lull us in your fweet Embraces*

Softefl: Raptures, pure from Noife, This fair happy Night furround us 5

tWhile a thoufand fprightly Joys, Silent flutter all around us.

Thus unf owr'd with Care or Strife;

Heaven ftill guard this deareft Bleffingj kWhile we tread the Path of Life,

Loving ftill, and ftill poflefling.

A SONG*

LET's be jovial, fill our Glafles, Madnefs 'tis tor us to think, How the Waild is rul'd by Affes,

And the Wife are fway'd by Chink, Fa, la, ra, &c.

Then never let vain Cares opprefsms* Riches are to them a Snare j

We're ev'ry one as rich as Crcsfus, While our Bottle drowns our Carea

Fa> la> ra, &c»

Wih*

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Wine will make us red as Rofes,

And our Sorrows quite forget : Come, let us fuddle all our Nofes*

Drink our felves quite out of Debt? la, la, ra, &c.

When grim Death is looking for us.

We are toping at our Bowls, ^Bacchus joining in the Chorus :

Death, begone, here's none but Souls?, la, la3 raj Sec,

God-like Bacchus thus commandingj

Trembling Death away (hall fly* Ever after underftanding,

Drinking Souls can never die.' la, la, ra. &c. %

Muirland Willie.

HARKEN and I will tell you how Young Muirland Willie came to wo©> ,Thos he could neither fay nor do ;

The Truth I tell to you, But ay he cries, whate'er betide, Maggy Tfe ha'e he r to be my Bride, Witkafal, dal, 6c c.

On his Gray Yade as he did ride^ With durk and Piftol by his Side, He priek'd her on wi' meikle Prided

Wi' rneikle Mirth and Glee. Out o'er yon Mofs, out o'er yon Muif, Till he came to her Dady's Door, With afal, dal, &c.

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Goodman, quoth he, be ye within, I'm came your Doghter's Love-to win* I care not for making meikle-Din j.

WhatAnfwer gi* ye me? Now, Woer, quoth he, wou'd ye light down* I 'II gie y e my Doghter's Love to win, With a fal, dal, tkc.

Now, Woer, fih ye are lighted down* "Where do ye win, or in what Town I I think my Doghttr winna gloom

On ficka Ladasye. The Woer he ftep'd up the ITdufe, And wow but he was wond'rous croufe^ Wish a fal, dal, &c.

I have three Owfen in a Plough, Twa good gae'n Yads, and Gear enough,' The Place they ca' it Cadeneugh-, ,

I fcorn to tell a Lie ; Befides, I had frae the great Laird» A Peat-pat and a lang Kail-Yard* Withafd, ckc.

The Maid pat on her Kirtle browns- She was the Drawer* in a' the Town $ I wat on him fhe did na gloomi

But blinkit bonnilie. The Lover he ftended up in hafre, And gript her hard about the Wafte5 mhafal,&c.

To win your Love, Maid, I'm come here,' I'm young, and hae enough o'Gear, And for my fell ye need ira fear, . Xseth try mewhan ye like.

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He took afF his Bonnet and fpat in his Chew, He dighted his Gab, and he pri'd her Mou', t With a fal, &c.

The Maiden blufht and bing'd fu' laWj She had na Will to fay him na, But to her Dady (he left it a% As they twa cou'd agree. The Lover hega'e her the tither Kifs, Syne ran to her Dady, and tell'd him thiss, With a fal, &c.

Your Doghter wacTna fay me nay But to your fell fhe has left it a', As We cou'd gree between us twa j Say what'll ye gi' me wi' her ? Now, Woer, quoth he, I ha'e na meikle? But lick's I ha'e ye'sget a Pickle, With a fal, &c.

A Kilnfu' of Corn I'll gi'e to thee, Three Soums of Sheep, twa good Milk Ky^. Ye'sha'e the Wadding Dinner freei

Troth I dow do na mair. Content, quo' he, a Bargain be'f, I'm far frae hame, make hafte let's do'*! With a fal, Sec.

The Bridal Day it cams to pafs, Wi'mony a blythfome Lad and Lafsj. But ficken a Day there never was,

Sic Mirth was never feen. This winfom Couple ftraked Hands, Mdsjohn ty'd up the Marriage Baaids, mthafaly^.^

Arf-

And our Bride's Maidens were na few,' WTap-knots, Lug-knots, a'inblew, Frae Tap to Tae they were braw new,

And blinkit bonnilie. Their Toys and Mutches were fae clean^ They glanced in our Ladfes Een, Withafal, &c.

SickHirdum, Dirdum, andfickDin, Wi' he o'er her, and (he o'er him; The Minftrels they did never blin, Wi* meikle iMirth and Glee. And ay they bobit* and ay they beckt, And ay their Wames together met, Wuhafal, &c.

T'he Promised Joy,, To the Tune of, Carle and the King come*

WHE N we meet again, Phely,.. When we meet again, Phely* . Raptures will reward our Pain, And Lofs refult in Gain, Phely,

Long the Sport of Fortune driv'n>

To Defpatr our Thoughts were giv'n?

Our Odds will all be ey'n, Phely,

When toe meet again Phely, we „

Now in dreary diftant Groves> Tho* we moan like Turtle-dove*, Suffering befi: our Virtue proves,

And will enhance our Loves, Phely 1

When we meet again, Phely, &c ,

to

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Joy will come m a Surprife, 'Till its happy Hour arife $ Temper welfyour love-fick Sighs, For Hope becomes the Wife, Pheiy* When we meet again, Phely, When -we meet again, Phely, Rapiures will rewardour Vain, And Lofs refttlt in Gain,. Phely. M>

fi Delia on her drawing him to her Valentine*

To the Tune of, Black-eyrd Sukn.

YE Powers! was Damon then fo bleft, To fall to charming Delia's Share, Delia, the beauteous Maid, pofleft

Of all that's foft, and all that's fair r Here ceafe thy Bounty, O indulgent Heav'fi* 1 ask no more, for all my Wifhisgi?'n.

I came, and Delia fmiling fhow'd,

She fmil'd, and fhow'd the happy Name 5

With rifing Joy my Heart o'erflow'd,

I felt, and bleft 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 Breai?:,

That Breaft where Love and Graces play,

O Name beyond Expreflion bleft !

Thus lodg'd with all that's fair and gay. To be fo lodg'd ! the Thought is Extafy, ^ho would not wifh in Paradife to ly ? 1C

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The Faithful Shepherd.

To the Tune of, Auld langfyne.

WHEN Flow'ry Meadows deck the Year, And fporting Lambkins play, When 'pangl'd Fields renew'd appear,

And Mufick wak'd the Day ; Then did my Cbloe leave her Bower,

To hear my am'rous Lay, tWarm?d by my Love, (he vow'd noPow'f Shou'd lead her Heart affray.

The warbling Quires from ev'ry Bough

Surrounded our Couch in Throngs, And all their tuneful Arts beftow,

To give us Change of Songs : Scenes of Delight my Soul pofTefs'oV.

I blefs'd, then hugg'd my Maid |. Xrob'd the Knlesfrom herBreaft,

Sweet as a Noon-day's Shade,,.

Joy fo iranfporfing never fails

To fly away as Air, Another Swain with her prevails,'

Tobeasfalfe as fair. .What can my fatal Paffion cure h

rilnever woo again 5 All her Difdain I muil endure.

Adoring her ia vain.. ©•

What Pity 'tis to hear the Boy

Thus fighing with his Pain ; But Time and Scorn may give him Joys

To hear her figh again,

& & Ah!

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Ah! fickle Chls% beadvis'd, Do not thy felf beguile,

A faithful Lover fhould be priz'd, Then cure him with a Smile .

To Mr is. S. H. on her taking Jometbing

ill I [aid.

T© the Tune of, HaUow Ev'n.

WH Y hangs that Cloud upon thy Brow ? That beauteous Heav'n ere while ferene, Whence do thefe Storms and Tempefts flow.

Or what this Guft of Paflfon mean } And muft then Mankind lofe that Light,

Which in thine Eyes was wont to Ihine,' And ly obfcur'd in endlefs Night, For each poor filly Speech of mine ?

©ear Child, how can I wrong thy Name,' . 3

Since 'tis acknowledg'd 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'upbi'aid^ Thy Virtue well might give the Lie,,

And call thy Beauty to its Aid*

Tor Venus every Heart t'enfnare,

With all her Charms has deck'd thy Paces And Pallas with unuf ual Care,

Bids Wifdom heighten every Grace. Who can the double Pain endure ?

Or who muft not reflgn the Field To thee, Celeftial Maid, fecure

With Cttfid't Bow, and ?allm\ Shield ?

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ffthen to thee fuch Power is given,

Let not a Wretch in Torment live, But fmile, and learn to copy Heaven,

Since we rauft fin ere it forgive. Yet pitying Heaven not only does

Forgive th'OfFender and th'GfFencei) JJut even it ielf appeas'd beftows,

As the Reward of Penitence.

The Broom of Cowdenknows.

HOW blyth ilk Morn was I to fee The Swain come o'er the Hill! He skipt the Burn, and flew to me : I met him with good Will.

0 the Broom, the fanny bonny Broom* The Broom of Cowdenknows j

1 wijh I were with my dear Swam,

With his Fife and my Ewu

I neither wanted Ew nor Lamb,

While his Flock near^me lay : Hegather'din my Sheep at Night*

And chear'd me a' the Day. t) the Broom, &c.

He tun'd his Pipe and "Reed fae fweer^

The Burds flood liftningby: E'en the dull Cattle ftood and gaz'd,

Charm'd with his Melody, Q4he Broom, &c.

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While thus we fpent our Time by turn^ Betwixt our Flocks and Play :

I envy'd not the fan-eft Dame, Tho' ne'er fae rich and gay.

© the Broom, &c.

Hard fate that I fhou'd baniflfd be.

Gang heavily and mourn, Becaufellov'dthekindeftSwam

That ever yet was born.

O the Broom, &c.

He did oblige me ev'ry Hout£

Cou'd I but faithfu' be ; He ftaw my Heart : cou'd I refufe

What e'er he ask'd of me ■? Q the Broom, &c.

My Doggie, and my little Kit That hald my wee Soup Wheyi

My Plaidy, Broach, and crooked Stick, May now ly ufelefs by.

-0 the Broom, Sec.

Adieu ye Cowilenknows, adieu,

Farewel a' Pleafures there ; Ye Gods reftore to me my Swain;

Is a' I crave or care. O the Broom, the bonny bonny Broomi

The Broom of Cowdenknows : £m(h I were with my dear Swain,

With his Pipe and my Ews.

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To C H L O E*

To the Tune of, I wijh my Love were in a Mfrel

O Lovely Maid ! how dear's thy Pow'r? At once I love, at once adore ■.• *

"With Wonder are my Thoughts pofleft, While fofteft Love infpiresmy Br-eaft, This tender Look, thefe Eyes of mine, Conf efs their am'rous Mafter thine ; Thefe Eyes with Strepkon's Paffion play, Firft make me love, and then betray.

. Yes, charming Vidor, I am thine,'

Poor as it is, this Heart of mine

Was never in another's Pow'r,

Was never pierc'd by Love before!

In thee I've treafur'd up my Joy,

Thou can'ft give Blifs, or Blifs deftroy :

And thus I've bound my felf to love, pyi

JVhile Blifs or Mifery can move.

O fhould I ne'er peflefs 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 Shade That wanders where its Body's laid, Mournful Td roam with hollow Glare, For ever exil'd from my Fair. E£

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Vpon hearing his Picture was in C H LO E's Breaft. [

To the Tune of, The fourteenth of 'October,

YE Gods* was$/re/>WsPiftureblefl: With the fair Heaven of Chloe's Breaft ? Move fofter, thou fond flutt'ring Heart,

Oh gently throb, too fierce thou art.

Tell me, thou brighteft of thy Kind, "FovStrephon was the Blifs defign'd ? For Strephon's Sake, dear charming Maid, Didft thou prefer his wand'ring Shade ?

And thou bleft Shade, that fweetly art Lodg'd fo near my Chloe's Heart, For me the tender Hour improve, And foftly tell how dear I love. Ungrateful thing ! it fcorns to hear Its wretched Matter's ardent Prayer, Ingroifing all that beauteous Heaven, ThatCto, lavifh Maid3 has given,

I cannot blame thee: Were I Lord Or all the Wealth thofe Breafts afford, I'd be aMifertoo, nor give An Alms to keep a God alive,' Oh fmile not thus, my lovely Fair, On thefe cold Looks that lifelefs Air, Prize him whofe Bofom glows, with Fire,' With eager Love and foftDefire.

'Tis true thy Charms, O powerful Maid* To Life can bring the filenr Shade s

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t 16 ) Thou can'ft furpafs the Painter's Art, And real Warmth and Flames imparl. But oh! it ne'er can love like me, I've ever lov'd and lov'd but thee i Then, Charmer, grant my fond Requeft, Say thou canfi: love, and make me bleit.

Song for a Serenade,

To the Tune of, The Broom of Cowdenknows.

TEACH me, Chloe, how to prove iMy boafted Flame fin cere: fTis hard to tell how dear I love. And hard to hide my Care.

Sleep in vain difplays her Charms,

To bribe my Soul to reft, Vainly fpreads her filken Arms,

And courts me to her Bread,

Where can Strephon find Repofe,

If Chloe is not there ? For ah J no Peace his Boforn knows,

When abfent from the Fair.

What tho5 Vhvelm from on high

Withholds his cbearful Ray, Thine Eyes can well his Light fupply.

And give me -more than Day.

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LOF E is the Caufe of my Mourning*

BY a murmuring Stream a fair Shepherdefslay, Be Co kind O ye Nymphs, 1 oftimes heard her fay Tell Strephon I die, if be partes this Way, And that Love is the Caufe of my Mourning. Falfe Shepherds that tell me of Beauty and Charms, You deceive me, for Strepkon's cold Heart never warm*? Yet bring me this Strephon, let me die in his Arms,. Oh Strephon ! the Cauje of my Mourning.

But firft, faid me, let me go

Down to the Shades below.

E'er ye let Strephon know,

That I have lov'd him fo : Then on my pale Cheek no Blufiies will mow That Love was the Caufe of my Mourning,

Her Eyes were fcarce clofed when Strephon came by. He thought fhe'd been fleeping, and foftly drew nigh ? Bat finding her breathlefs, Oh Heavens i did he cry, Ah Chloris! theCaufee-fmy Mouning. Rertore me my Chloris, ye Nymphs ufe your Art : They fighing, reply'd, "Twas your felf fhot the Dart That wounded the tender young Shepherdefs' Heart, And kiWd the poor Chloris with Mourning.

Ah then is Chloris d;ad,

Wounded by me I he faid ;

I'll follow thee, chart Maid, ' Down to the filent Shade; Then on her cold f novvy Breart: leaning his head, Expir'd the poor Strephon with Mourning.

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To Mr is. A. H. on feeing her at a Con fort. To the Tune of, The bonmefl lafs in a' the Warld,

LOOK where my dear Hamilla fmiles, Hamilkl heavenly Charmer* See how with all their Arts and Wiles

The Loves and Graces arm her. A Blufh dwells glowing on her Cheeky

Fair Seats of youthful Pleafures, There Love in fmiling Language /peaks. There fpreads his rofy Treafures.

O faireM Maid, I own thy Pow'r,

I gaze, Ifigh, andlanguifh, Yet ever, ever will adore,

And triumph in my Anguifh. ?-' " But eafe, O Charmer, eafe my Care,

And let my Torments move theej As thou art faired of the Fair,

Solthedeareftlovethee. 2. C,

fhe Bonny SCOT, <u V To the Tune of, The Bout-man,

YE Gales that gently wave the Sea, And pleafe the canny Boat-man, Bear me frae hence, or bring to me My brave, my bonny Scvt-Maa. z

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In haly Bands

We join'd our Hands, Yet may not this diicover,

While Parents rate

A large Eftate, Before a faithfu' Lover.

But I loor chufe in Highland Glens To herd the Kid and Goat-man., E'er I cou'd for fie little Ends Refufe my bonny Scot-Min. Wae worth the Man Whafirfl: began Tfrr-bafe ungenerous Fafhion* Frae greedy Views, Love's Art to ufe, While Strangers to its Pafllorh

Frae foreign Fields, mf lovely Yoetfo3

Hafte to thy longing Latfie, (Wha pants to prefs thy bawmy Mouth, And in her Bofom haws thee.

Love gi'es the Word,

Then hafte on Board, Pair Winds and tenty Boat-man*

Waft o'er, waft o'er,

Frae yonder Shore, My Myth, my bonny Scot-mw*

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Sc&rnfu* NJNST.

To its won Tarn.

NA NS Y to the green Woodgzne, To hear the Gowdftmk chat'riug, And Willie he has followed her,

To gain her Love by flatt'ring: Bm a' that he cou'd fay or do,

She geck'd and (corned at him, And ay when he began to woo, She bad him mind whas gat him.

What ails ye at my Dad, quoth he,

My Minny or my Aunty ? With Crowdy Moudy they fed me,

Lang -Kail and Ranty Tanty : With Bannocks of good Barly-Meal,

Of thae there was right Plenty, .W/th chapped Stocks fou butter'd welt^

And was not that right dainty ?

Alt ho* my Father was nae Laird,

JTis Daffin to be vaunty, He keepit ay a good Kail yard,

A Ha' Houfe and a Pantrie .♦ A good blew bonnet on his Hea<fr

AnOwrlay 'bout his Cragy, And ay until the Day he died,

He rade on good Shanks Nagy.

Kow Wae and Wander on your Snotify

Wad ye hae bonny Nanfy ? Wad ye compare ye're fell to me#

ADockeatillaTanfie?

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I have a Wooer of my ain, They ca' him fouple Sandy,

And well I wat his bonny Mou* Is fweet like Sugar-Candy.

Wow Nanfy, what needs a' this Din ?

Do I not ken this Sandy ? I'm fure the Chfef of a' his Kin

Was Rolf the Beggar Randy ? His Minny Meg upo' her Back

Bare baith him and his Billy j Will ye compare a nafty Pack

To me your winfome Willy ?

My Guteher left a good braid Sword*

Tho' it be auld and rufty, Yet ye may tak it on my Word,-

It is baith (lout and trufty y And if I can but get it drawn,.

Which will be right uneafy, I fliall lay baith my Lugs in Pawn*'

That he mail get a Heezy.

Then Nanfy tuvn3d her roundabout,

Andfaid, did Sandy hear ye, Te wadna mifs to get a Clout;

I ken he difna f ear ye : I Sae had ye'r Tongue and fay nae mair,

Set fomewhere elfe your Fancy ; For as lang's Sa?idy's to the fore,

Ye never fliall get Nanjy,

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To the Tune of, The Kirk wad let me he,

3>Tp I S I have feven braw new Gowns,

-L And ither feven better to rnak*

And yet for a' my new Gowns,

My Wooer has turn'd his Back. Befldesl have feven Milk-Ky,

And Sandy he has but three; And yet for a' my good Ky9

The Ladie winna ha'e me.

My Dady's a Delver of Dikes,

My Mither can card and fpin, And I am a fine fodgel Lafs,

And the Siller comes linking in ; The Siller comes linking in,

And it is fou fair to fee, And fifty Times wow! O wow !

What ails the Lads at me?

When ever our Eafj does bark.

Then faft to the Door I rin, To fee gin ony young Spark

Will light and venture but in s But never a ane will come in,

Tho'mony a anegaes by, Syne far ben the Houfe I rin;

And a weary Wight am I.

When I was at my firft Pray'rs,

I pray'd but anes i' the Year, I wifh'd for ahandiome young Lad,

And a Lad with muckle Gear-*

Whea

When I was at my neifl: Pray'rs, I pray'd but now and than,

2 fafn'd na my Head about Gear, If I get a handfome young Man«

Now when I'm at my laft Pray'rs,

I pray on baith Night and Day, AndO! If a Beggar wad come,

With that lame Beggar I'd gae. AndO! and what'll come o'me>

And O, what'llldo? That fick a braw Laffie as I

Shou'd die tor a Wooer I trow*

Lucky Nanfy.

To the Tune of, Dainty Davie.

WHILE Fops in f oft Italian Verf e, Ilk fair aneJs Een and Breaft reherfe» While Sangs abound and Scene is fcarce,

Thefe Lines I have indited : But neither Darts nor Arrows here, Venus nor Cupid (hull appear, And yet with thefe fine Sounds I fwear9. The Maidens are delighted. I was ay telling you, Lucky Nanfy, lucky Nanfy, Auld Springs wad ding the new. But ye wad never trow me.

Nor Snaw with Crimfon will I mix, To { pread upon my Laflie's Cheeks, Andfyne the unmeaning Name pcrfiftj Miranda, Chloe, or Phil lis.

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I'll fetcTi nae Smile frae %oyt» My Height of Extafy to prove, 3Sf or fighing, — thus — prefent my Love With Rofeseekand Lillies. 1 was ay telling you, &c.

But {lay, — I had amaift forgot My Miftrefs, and my Sangtobootv And that's an unco' Faut I wate :

Bur, Nanfy, 'tis nae Matter. Ye fee I clink my Verfe wis Rhime, And ken ye, that atones the Crimea Forby, how fvveet my Numbers chime,.

And Hide away like Water. 1 "was ay telling y oh, Sec.

Now ken, my reverend fonfy Fair, Thy runkled Cheeks and lyart Hair,. Thy hafffhw Een and hodling Air,.

Are a' my P^ffion's FeweV Nae skyring- Gowk, my Dear, can fee, Or Love, or Gracea. or Heaves in theef, Yet thou has Charms anew for me, Then fmile, and be na cruel.

Leeze me on thy Snawy Pow,

Lucky Nanfy > lucky Nanfy,

Dry eft Wood will eh heft low,

And Nanfy fae will ye now.

Troth I hive fung the Sang to you., Which ne'er anither Bard wad do ; Hear then my charitable Vow,

D:ar veneiable Nanfy. But ir the Warld my PaiTion wrang, And fay, ye only live in Sang, Ken I defp fe a flandring Tongue,

And fing to ple.ife my Fancy,

Leezemeonthy, &c. IJ>

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A S C 0 TS C a n t a t a:

The Tune after an Italian Manned. Compos'd by Signior Lorenzo Bocchj,

Recitative.

BL AT E Jonny faintly teld fair Jean his Miae!, Jeany took Pleafure to deny him langj He thought her Scorn came frae a Heart unkind3 Which gart him in defpair tune up his Sang,

A I R.

0 bonay Laflie, fince'tisfae, That I'm defpis'd by thee,

1 hate to live} butOI'mwae,

And unko fweer to die. Dcurjeany, think what dowy Hours

I thole by your Difdain, Ah ! mould a Breaft fae faft as yours,

Contain a Heart of Stane?

Recitative.

Thefe tender Notes did a' her Pity move, With melting Heart fhe iiitned to the Boy ;

Oercome fhe fmil'd, and promis'd him her Love i He in return thus fang his rffing Joy.

Air.

Hence frae my Bread:, contentious Care^,

Ye've tint the Powerro pine, My Jeany's good, my Jeany's fair.

And a' her Sweets are mioe.

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O {pread thine Arms/ and gi'e meFowth

Of dear enchanting Blifs, A thoufand Joy,s around thy Mouthy

G.'e Heaven wiihilka'Kifs.

The TOAST.

To the Tune of, Saw ye my PEGGY,

COME let's ha'e mair Wine in* Bacchus hates repining, Venus loos nae Dwining, Let's be blyth and free. 'Away with dull, Heret'ye, Sir, Ye're Miftrefs, Roiie, gi'esher, We'll drink her Health wiJPleafure> Wha's belov'd by thee,

1 Then let Peggy warm ye, That's a Lais can charm ye> And to Joys alarm ye,

Sweet is (he to me. Some Angel ye wad ca' her, And never wifb an brawer, **

If ye bare- headed faw her, *>

Kilted to the Knee.

PEGGY a dainty Lafs is. Come let's join ourGlafles, And refrefh ourHaufes,

With a Health to thee. Let Goofs their Cam be clinking, Be Statefmen tint in thinking, Wh le we with Love and Drinking,

Give our Cares the Lie.

Ma"it*s

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To its am Tune,

TH E Meal was dear fhort fyne; We buckl'd us a' the gither j And Magie was in her Prime, When Willie made Courtfhip till her ;: Twa Piftals charg'd beguefs, To gie the courting Shot -, And fyne came ben the Lais, Wi' Swats drawn frae the Butt. He firft fpeer'd at the Guidman, And fyne at Giles the Mither, And ye wad gi's a Bit Land, Wee'd buckle us e*en the gither,

My Daughter ye (hall hae, I'll gi' you her by the Hand j But I'll part wi*my Wife by me Fae, Or I part wi' my Land. Your Tocher it fall be good, There's nane fall hae its Maik, The Lafs bound in her Snood, And Cmmmk who kens her Stake s With an au'd Bedden o5 Claiths, Was lett 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' Modefty, Gin ye'll not quat your Land : We are but young, ye ken, And now we're gawn thegither.

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AHoufe is butt and ben n, And Crumm'it will want her Fothei% The Bairns are coming on, And they'll cry, O their Mi'ther-L We have nouther Pot nor Pan, But four bare Legs the gither.

Your Tocher's be good enough, For that ye need na fear, Twa good Stilts to the Pleugh, And ye your fell maun fteer : Ye mail hae twa good Pocks That an es were o' the Tweel, . The t'ane to had the Grots, The itherto had the Meal s "With ane auld Kift made of Wans, And that fall be your Coffer, Wi' aiken Woody-Bands, And that may had your Tocher.

Conflderweil, Guidman3 We hae but borrow'd Gear, The Horfe that I ride on Is Sandy Wtlfon's Mare .* The Sadie's nane of my airi, An thae's but borrow'd Boots-, , And whan that I gae hame, 1 maun tak to my Coots : The Cloak is Geordy Watt's, . That gars me look fae Croufe 5. - Come fill as a Cogue of Swats, We'll make naemair toom Ruie0

Hike you well, young Lad, Forrelling me lae plain, I married when little I had O' Gear that was my ain.

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But fin that Things are fae, The Bride fhemaun come turth, Tho' a* the Gear (he'll ha'e, It'll be but little worth. A Bargain it maun be, Fy cry on Giles the Mither u Content am I, quo' fhe9 E'en gar the HuTIe come hither; The Bride (lie gade till her Bed, The Bridegroom he came till her ; The Fidler crap in at the Fit, An they cudl'd it a' thegither.

A SONG,

To the Tun?e ofj Blink ever the Burn fweet Eettie^

LEAVE Kindred and Friends, fweet Bett% Leave Kindred and Friends for me-, Ailur'd thy Servant is fteddy

To Love, to Honour, and Thee* The Gifts of Nature and Fortune,

Mayfly, by Chance as they came j The'yre Grounds the Deftines fporton, Bat Virtue is ever thefameo

Ahho' my Fancy were rovi»g,

Thy Charms fo heavenly appear, That other Beauties difproving,

I'd worfhip thine only, my Dear, And fhou'd Life's Sorrows embitter

ThePleafurewe promised our Loves', To fhare them together is fitter,

Than moan aflunder,. like Doves..

Oh[

Oh! wefeX but once fobleffed,

To grafp my Love in ray Arms t By thee to be grafp'd ! and kifled !

And live on thy Heaven of Charms ! I'd laugh at Fortune's Caprices,

Shou'd Fortune capricious proves Tho' Death fhou'd tear me to Pieces*

I'd die a Martyr to Love. j$

A SONG.

To the Tune of, The bonny Gray>e/d Morning

CELESTIAL Mufes, tune your Lyres, Grace all my Raptures with your Lays., Charming, enchanting Kate infpires, In lofty Sounds her Beauties praife s How undefigning me difplays Such Scenes as ravifh with Delight 3 Tho' brighter than Meridian Rays, They dazle not, but pleaf e the Sight

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, Venus, ufe your fav'rite Wile, As Hie is beauteous, make her kind, Let all your Graces round her fmile, And footh her till I comfort find.

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When thus, by-yielding, I'm o'erp&id* And all my anxious Cares remov'd, In moving Notes, I'll tell the Maid, With what pure lading Flames I lov'd. Then (hall alternate Life and Death, My ravifh'd fluttering Soul poKTefs, The fofteft tend'reft Things I'll breath* Betwixt each am'rous fond Carets.

S O N G.

To the Tune of, Iht Broom of Cowdenknows.

SU B J E C T E D to the Pow*r of Love* By Nell's refiftlefs Charms, The Fancy fix'd no more can rove* Or fly Love's f oft Alarms,

©ay Damon had the Skill to fliura

All Traps by Cttptd laid, U mil his Freedom was undone

By Nell the conquering Maid.

But who can ftand 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

son g;

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Tune of, Logan Water*

Vitas binnuleo me firnilis, Chhe.

TELL me, Hamilla, tell me why Thou doft f i'om him that loves tliee run * Why from his (oft Embraces fly, And all his kind Endearments fhun ?

So Exes the Fawn, with Fear opprcfs'd,, Seeking its Mother ev'ry where, It darts at ev'ry empty Blaft,. And trembles when no Danger's near,,

And yet I keep thee but in View, To gaze the Glories of thy Face, ^ot with a hateful Step piirfue, As Age, to rifle every Graced

Ceafe then, dear Wildnefs, ceafeto toy, But hafte all Rivals to outfhine, And grown mature, and ripe for Joy, Leave Mama's Arms and come to mint.

A South- Sea Sang.

Tune of, Tor our lang hiding here.

WH E N we came to London Town, We dream'd of Gowd in Gowpings here, And rantinly ran up and down, In rifing Stocks to buy a Skair :

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We daftly thought to row in Rowtft, But for our dafKne paid right dear ; The lave will fare the war in Troutft> For our lang biding here.

But when we fand ourPurfes toom, And dainty Stocks began to fa*, We hang our Lugs, and wi' a Gloom, Girn'd at Stockjobbing ane and a\ If ye gang near the South-Sect Houfe, The Whillywha's will grip ye'r Gear, Syne a' the lave will fare the war, For our lang biding here.

Hap me with thy Petticoat,

OBELI, thy Looks have killM my Heart, I pafs the Day in Pain, When Night returns I feel the Smart,

Andwifh for thee in-vain. I'm- ftarving cold, while thou art warm*

Have Pity and incline, And grant me for a Hap that charm- ing Petticoat of thine-.

My ravifh'd Fancy in amaze*

Still wanders o'er thy Charms, Delufive Dreams ten thoufand Ways,

Prefent thee to my Arms : But waking think what I endure,

While cruel you decline Thofe Pleasures, which can only care

This panting Breaft of mine.

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I faint, I fail, and wildly rove,

Becaufe you ftill deny The juft Reward that's due to Love,

And let true PalTion die. Oh ! turn, and let Companion feize

That lovely Bread of thine j Thy Petticoat could give me Eafe*

If thou and it were mine.

Sure Heaven has fitted for Delight

That beauteous Form of thine, And thou'rt too good its Law to flight,

By hindring the Defign. May all the Powers of Love agree.

At length to make thee mine, Or loofe my Chains, and let me free

Prom ev'ry Charm of thine.

Love inviting Reafin*

'A SONG to the Tune of, Chami ma chattkr ns.

duce skar mi.

WHEN innocent Paftime our Pleafure did crown^ Upon a green Meadow, or under a Tree, E'er Annie became a fine Lady in Town,

How lovely and loving and bony was fhe ? Itouze up thy Reafon, my beamifu'^w/V,

Let ne'er a new Whim ding thy Fancy a-jee $— ^ O ! as thou art bony be faithfu* and cany, Aad favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee.

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Does the Death of a Lintwhite give Annie the Spleen \

Can tyning of Trifles be uneafy to thee 5 Can Lap-dogs and MonkeysdrawTears frae thefe Een5

That look with Indifference on poor dying me 2 Rouze up thy Reafon, my beaut'iiu* Annie,

And dinna prefer a Paroquet to me ; }

Oi as thou art bony, be prudent and cany,

And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee.

Ah ! ftiou'd a new Manto, or Flanders Lace-Headj,

Or yet a wee Cottie, tho' never fae fine, Gar thee grow forgetfu', and let his Heart bleed,

That anes had fome Hope of purchafing thinej Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautifu' Annie,

And dinna prefer ye' Fleegeries to me; O! aschouavt bony, be folid 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 admir'd by fair Annie,

And aim at thefe Benifons promis'd to me £ Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautifu' Annie,

And never prefer a light Dancer to me ; O! as thou art bony, beconftant and cany,

Love only thy Jamie wha doats upon thee.

O! think, my dear Charmer, on ilka fweet Hour,,

That flade away faf tly between thee and me, E'er Squirrels, or Beaus, or Foppery had Pow'r,

To rival my Love and impofe upon thee. Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautifu' Annie,

And let thy Defires be a' centered in me ; O! as thou art bony, be faithfu'and cany,

And love him wha's langing to center in thee."

The

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LASSIE, lend me yjaur braw Hemp Heckle^ And I'lUeijdjou my thripling Kame } For Fainnefs, Deary,*" IJ11 gar your keckle,

If ye3!) go dance'the Bob ofDumblane. Hafte ye,' gang to the'G round of ye're Trunkies,

Busfc'ye braw and dinna think Shame j ConfiderinTime, if leading of Monkies Be better than dancing the Sob cf DumbUne.

Be frank, my Laflie, left I grow fickle,

And take my Word and Offer again, Syne ye may chance to repent it miekle,

Ye did nae accept of the Bob of Dumblane. The Dinner, the Piper and Prieft mail be ready,

And ^m grown dowie with lying my lane, Away then leave baith Minny and Dady, >*

And try with me the Bob o/Dumbtam. ^

SONG, complaining of Ab fence

To the Tune of, My Apron Deary,

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AHCh^oe! thouTreafure, thou Joy of my Breaft, Since -I parted from thee, I'm a Stranger to Reft, I fly to the Grove, there to langui (hand mourn, There figh for my Charmer, and long to return. The Fields all around me are fmiling and gay,

But they fmile all in vain my Chloe's away :

The Field and the Grove can afford me no eafe,— — But-bring me my Chloe, a Defart will pleafe.

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No Virgin I fee that my Bofom alarm?,' I'm cold to the faireft, tho' glowing with Charms i In vain they attack me, aadfparkletheEye} Thefe are not the Looks of my Chloet I cry. Thefe Looks where bright Love like the Sun fits en-

thron'd, And fmiling diffufes his Influence round, 'Tvvas thus I firft view'd thee, my Charmer, amaz*d } Thus gaz'd thee with Wonder, and lov'd while I gaz'd :

Then, then the dear Fair one was ftill in my Sight, It was Pleafure all Day, it was Rapture all Night s But now by hard Fortune remov'd from my Fair, In Secret I languifh, a Prey to Defpair. But Abfence and Torment al>ate not my Flame, My Chloes ftill charming, my Paflion the fame $ O ! would fhe pref erve me a Place in her Breaft, Then Abfence wcoild pleafe me, for I would be blefr.

R.

A SONG,

To the Tune of, I fixed my Fancy onhtK

BRIGHT Cynthia's Power divinely great, W hat Heart is not obeying* A thoufand Cupids on her wait, And in her Eyes are playing. She feems the Queen of Love to reign, -i

For fhe alone difpenfes Such Sweets as beft can entertain The Gull of all the Senfes.

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Her Face a charming ProfpecT: brings,

Her Breath gives balmy Blifles; I hear an Angel when fhe fings,

And tafte of Heaven in Kiiles. Four Senf es thus fhe feafts with Joy,

From Nature's richeft Treafure ; Let me the other Senfe employ,

And I mall die with Pleafure,

SONG.

To the Tunc of, I Ico'd a bonny Lady,

TELL me, tell me, charming Creature8 Will you never eafe my Pain l Mud I die for every Feature ?

Muft I always love in vain > The Defire of Admiration

Is the Pleafure you purfue % Pray thee try a lafting Paflion, Such a Love as mine for you.

Tears and fighing could not move you 5

For a Lover ought to dare : When I plainly told I lov'd you,

Then you faid I went too far. Are fuch giddy Ways befeeming \

Will my Dear be fickle ftill? Conqueft is the ]oy of Women,

Let their Slaves be what they will.

Your

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Your Neglect with Torment fills me.

And my defperate Thoughts increafe 5 Jrayconfider, ifyoukillme,

You will have a Lover lefs. If your wand'ring Heart is beating

For new Lovers, let it be; But when you have done coquetting,

Name a Day, and fix on me.

the REPLY.

*r N vain, fond Youth, thy Tears give o*er, -JL What more, alas! can Fiavia do* Thy Truth I own, thy Fate deplore : All are not happy that are true.

Supprefs thofe Sighs, and weep no more ;

Should Heaven and Earth with thee combi«e.i 'Twereallinvain, fince any Power,

To crown thy Love, mull alter mine,

But if Revenge can eafe thy Pain,

1'llfooth the Ills I cannot cure, Tell that I drag a hoplefs Chain,

And all that I inflict endure, X.

The Rqfe in Yarrow.

To the Tune of, Mary Scot.

* *"Tp WAS Summer and the Day was fair,

I RefolvM a while to fly from Care, Beguiling Thought, forgetting Sorrow, 1 wander'd o'er the Biaes of Yarrow 5

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Till then defpifing Beauty's Power, 1 kept my Heart, myownfecure^ But Cupid's Art did there deceive me, And Marys Charms do now enflaveme.

Will cruel Love no Bribe receive ?

No Ranfom take for Mary's Slave ?

Her Frowns of Reft and Hope deprive me s

Her lovely Smiles like Light revive me.

No Bondage may with mine compare,

Since firft I faw this charming Fair;

This beauteous Flower, this Rofe of Vdrraws

In Nature's Gardens has no Marrow.

Mad I of Heaven but one Requefl-, I'd ask to lye in Mary's Bread j There would I live or die with Pleafure, Nor fpare this World one Moment's Leifure^, Def piling Kings and all that'sgreat, 1'dfmileat Courts and Courtiers Fate j My Joy compleat on fuch a Marrow, I'd dwell with her andlive onYarrew,

But tho'fuch Blifs I ne'er fhould gain, Contented (till I'll wear my Chain, In hopes my faithful Heart may move her j For leaving Life I'll always love her. What? Doubts diftracT: a Lover's Mind ? That Bread, all Sottnels muft prove kind 5 And (he (hall yet become my Marrow, The lovely beauteous Rofe of Tarrsw.

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Ithe Fair Penitent 'i A S O NG — To its cwn Tuffe^

A Lovely Lafs to a Fryer came To confefs in a Morning early, In what, my Dear, are you to blame 3

Come own it alljmcerely. I've done, Sir, what I dare not name. With a Lad who loves me dearly.

The greateft "Fault in my felf I know*

Is what I now difcover. Then y oh toKomefor that mud go,

There Difcipline tofuffer. X,ake~a-day, Sir I ifitmuftbefo.

Pray with me fend my Lover. No, no, my Dear, you do but dream,

We'U have no double treating 5 "Butifwith me you'll repeat the fame,

Tit tar don your pafi failing. I mutt own, Sir, tho' I blufh for fhairie,'

That your Penance is prevailing.

The laft Time I came o'er the Moor,

THE lafl Timet came o'er the Moor, 1 left my Love behind me -, Ye Powers! what Pain do 1 endure, When foft Ideas mind me ?

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Soon as the ruddy Morn difplay'd The beaming Day enfuing,

I met betimes my lovely Maid, jj;

In fit retreats for Wooing.

Beneath the cooling Shade we lay,1

Gazing and chaftly fporting } Wekifs'd and promifs'd Time away,

Till Night fpread her black Curtain. 1 pity'd all beneath the Skies,

Ev'n Kings when fhe was nigh me 5 In Raptures I beheld her Eyes,

Which could but ill deny me,

Shou'd I be call'd where Cannons roar,

Where mortal Steel may wound me 3 Or cafl: upon fome foreign Shore,

Where Dangers may furround me : YetHopesngain to fee my Love,

To feaft on glowing KifTes, Shall make my Cares at Diftance move^

In Profpeft of fuch BlifTes.

In all my Soul there's not one Place,

To let a Rival enter: Since fhe excels in every Grace,

In her my Love (hall center. Sooner the Seas fhall ceafe to flow,

Their Waves the Alps fhall cover j On Greenlandlco. fhall Rofes grow,

Before I ceafe to love her.

The next Time I go o'er the Moor,

She fhall a Lover find me ,• And that my Faith is firm and pure,

Tho* I left her behind mej

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Then Hymen's facred Bonds (hall chair* My*Heart to her fair Bofom,

There, while my Being does remain, My Love more frefh fhaU bloffbnv

the Lafs 0/Featy'j MM.

THE Lafs of Peatfs Mill, So bonny, blytb, and gay, In fpight of all my Skill,

Hath ftole my Heart away. When tedding of the Hay

Bare-headed on the Green,

Love 'midft her Locks did play,

And wanton'd in her Een.

Her Arms, white, round and fmootfc,

Breaftsrifingin their Dawn, To Age it would give Youth,

To prefs 'em with his Hand. . Thro' all my Spirits ran

AnExftacy of Blifs, Whenlfuchfweetnefsfand

Wrapt in a balmy Kifs.j

Without the help of Art, '

Like Flowers which grace the Wil^ , She did her Sweets impart,

When e'er fhe f poke or fmil'd. Her Looks they were fo milc^

Free from affected Pride, She me t© Love beguil'd,

I wifti'd her for my Bride,

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©bad I all chat Wealth

Moptouns high Mountains fill, Infuv'd long Life and Health,

And Pleafures at my Will 5 IMpromife and fulfil,

That none but bony fhe, ■Tb'c LaTs 6WeAtyrs Mill, "

Shou'd Chare the fame wi' me.

GREEN 8LEEFES.

E watchful Guardians of the Fair, Who skifFon Wings of ambient Air» Or my dear Delia take a Care,

And reprefent her Lover, With all the Gaiety of Youth, With Honour, Juftice, Love and Truth*. Till I return, her Paflions footb, forme, in Whifpers move her,

Be careful no baf e fordid Slave , With Soul funk in a golden Grave," Who knows no Virtue but to fave.

With glaring Gold bewitch her. Tell her, for me fhe was defign'd, For me, who know how to be kind, $nd 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, JnQueft of what can ne'er be found, To pleafe their vain Ambition.

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fjff n Down the BurnD A v i w, .n

volu iprr^o $raMffcnr? foauMxr/

WHEN Trees did bud, and Fields were greea^ And Broom bioom'd fair to fee j When Mary was eompleat Fifteen,

And Loye laugh'd in her Eye j Blyth Davie's Blinks her Heart did move

To fpeak her mind thus free, Gang down the Burn, Davie, JLovet And I Jh all folio iv thee.

Now Davie did each Lad furpafs.

That dwelt on this Burnfide, And Mary was the bonniefl Lafs,

Juft meet to be a Bride 5 Her Cheeks were rofie, red and whiter

Her Een were bonny blue ; Her Looks were like Aurora bright, ,

Her Lips like dropping Dew.

As down the Burn they took their Way,

What tender Tales they faid I His Cheek to hers he aft did lay,

And with her Bofom play'dj Till baith at length impatient grown,

To be mair fully bleft, In yonder Vale they leaned them down; ,

Love only faw the reft. .

LWli-at p-tfs5d} I guefs, was harmlefs Play*

And naithLng fure unmeet ; Fof, ganging hame, I heard them fay?

They lik'd a Wa'k fae fwset-i

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j&nd that they afteri fhou'd return .

Sic Pleafure to renew, Quoth Mary, Love, I like the Burn,

And ay fhall follow you.

S O N Gv

To the Tune of, Gilder R$y

AH! Cloris, cou'd I now but fit Asunconcern'd, as when Your Infant Beauty cou'd beget

No Happinefs nor Pain. When I this Dawning did admire^,

And prais'd the coming Day, 1 little thought that rifing Fire, Wou'd take my Reft away.

Your Charms in harmlefs Childhood lay^

AsMetalsinaMinei Age from no Face takes more away».

Than Youth conceal'd in thine s But as your Charms infenfibly

To their Perfection preft ; So Love as unperceiv'd did fly,

And center'd in my Brcaft.

My Paffion with your Beauty grewsV

While Cupidzt my Heart, Still as his Mother favour'd you,

Threw a new flamingDartv Each gloried in their wanton Part}

To make a Lover, he Employ 'd the utmoft of his Art j — - -

To make a Beauty, fbe. X<

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L S O N Q.

To the Tune of, The yelhiv-hair'd Laddie. ''

YE Shepherds and Nymphs that adorn the gay Plain; Approach fromjourSports.an^ attend to.myStraia Amongft all your Number a Lover fo true, Was ne'er fo undone, with f uch Blifs in his View.

Was ever a Nymph fohard-hearted as mine ? She knows me fincere, and fhe fees how I pine, She does not difdain me, nor frown in hep Wrath,. But calmly and mildly refigns me to Death.

She calls me her Friend j but her Lover denies,

She fmiles when I'm chearful, but hears not my. Sighs %-„ ,

A Bofom fo flinty, fo gentle an Air,

Infpires me with Hope, and yet bidsmedefpair!

I fall at her Feet, and implore her with Tears i

Her Anfwer confounds, while her Manner endears*,

When foftly me tells me to hope no Relief,

My trembling Lips blefs her in fpite of my Grief. ^

By Night, while I {lumber, ftill haunted with Care/

I ftart up in Anguifh, and figh for the Fair :

The Fair fleeps in Peace, may fhe ever do fo!

And only when dreaming imagine my Wo. s&

Then gaze at a diftance, nor farther afpire, Nor think fhe fhould love, whom fhe cannot admire a Hufh all thy complaining, and dying her Slave, Commend her to Heaven, and thy felf to the Grave.

SO NG(.

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SONG.

To*he tune of, Whenjbe came Unjke bobed*

?,OME, fill me a Bumpqr, my jolly brave Boys, Let's have no more Female Impert'nence and NoiTej

Ear IVe try'd the Endearments and Pleafures of Love, And I find they're but NonfenfeandWhimfies, hyjove*

WhenfirftofallB^/y and I were acquaint, I whin'd like a Fool, and (he figh'd like a Saint s : But I found her Religion, her Face and her Love, yttxtHypocrify, Paint, and . Self-Intereft, by Jove* , .

Sweet Cecil came next with her languifhing Air, - . Her Out fide was orderly, modeft and fair j But her Soul wasfopbiftkate, fo was her Love, For I found &e was only a Strumpet, by Jove, ,

Utile double guilt Jenny's Gold charm'd me at laft i You know Marriage and Money together does beft. « Bur the Baggage forgetting her Vows and her Love, Gave her Gold to zfniv'ling dull Coxcomb, by Jov&, ,

Come fill me a Bumper then, jolly brave Boys 5 Here's a Farewelto Female Impert'nence and Noife % I know few of the Sex that are worthy my Love 5 And tqt Strumpets and Jilts, I abhor them, by Jove.

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D u mbarto n I s Drumsl

Y*\IJMBARTON's Drums beat bonny-O, \:-3- ; When they mind me of my fe%xJonny-Q;

How happy am I,

When my Soldier is by, "While he kiflesand blefTes his Annie-°®\ 'Tis a Soldier alone can delight me--Q, For his*graceful Looks do invite me--0

While guarded in his Arms,

I'll fear no War's alarms, Neither Danger nor Death mall e'er fright mfi**0v

My Love is a handfome Laddie-O, Genteel, but ne'er foppifh nor gaudy--0; ,

Tho' Commiffions are dear,

Yet I'll buy him one this Y ear j For he fhall ferve no longer a Cadie—O. , A Soldier has Honour and Bravery— O, Unacquainted with Rogues and their Knav*jry-»0.s

He minds no other Thing,

But the Ladies or the King 2 For every other Care is but Slavery-*©, I

Then I'll be the Captain's Lady.^O, Farewel all my Friends and my Dady—O,' »

I'll wait- no more at Home,

But I'll follow with the Drum!, And when e'er that beats, I'll be ready- JQ",1 i Dumbarton's Drums found bonny— O, They are fprightly like my dear Jonny-*Q :

How happy fhal] I be,

When on my Soldier's Knee, kni he kifles aad bletfes hi§ jfywk*»Q I C,1

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AM Ung fine* ■

SHOULD auld Acquaintance be forgot r. 1 Tho* they return with Scars } Thefe are the noble Hero's Lqt,

Obtain'd in glorious V^ars .• "Welcome my Varo, as my Breaft* ~ " *

Thy Arms about me twine, And make me once again as bleft, ,, : AsXwaslangfyne0

Methinks around us on each Bough,

A thoufand Cupids play, While thro* the Groves I walk with you> ..

Each Ob jed makes me gay : Since your Return, .the Sun and Moon „

With brighter Beams do mine, Streams murmur foft Notes while they m*,. .,

As they did lang fy ne. ...

Defpife the Court and Din of State V -

Let thatto their Share fall, Who an efteem fuch Slavery great, .--.,

While bounded like a Ball : But funk in Love, upon my Arms

Let your brave Head recline, ^We'll pleafe ourlelve&with mutual Charms? , ...

Aswedidlangfyne. .-.'

O'er Moor and Dale, with your gay Friend,

You may purfue the Chacc, And, after a blyth Bottle, end I

All Cares in rm£ Embrace j

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And in a vacant rainy Day

You fhall be wholly mine ; kWe'll make the Hours run fmooth awayj

And laugh atlangfyne,

The Hero, pleas'd with the fweet Air^

And Signs of generous Love, tWhich had been utter'd by the Fair,

Bow'd to the Pow'rs above ,• Next Day, with Confentand glad Hafte»

Th' approach'd the facred Shrine ; Where the good Prieft the Couple bleft.

And put them out of Pine,

The Lafs of Livingfton.

fAI N'D with her flighting Jamie's Low, Sell dropt a l^ear — Bell dropt a Tear. The Gods defcended from above,

Well pleas'd to hear Wellpleas'd to hear.

They heard theJ>raifes,o£ the Youth

From her own Tongue- — Ftom her own Tongue^ Who now converted was to Truth, And thus Ihe fung — And thus Ihe fung.

BJeftDays when ouringen'ousSex,

More frank and kind More frank and kind.

Did not their lov'd Adorers vex $

But f poke their Mind, But fpoke their Mind*

Repenting now, ihe promis'd fair,

Wou'd he return — Wou'd he return, She ne'er again wou'd give him Care,

Or caufe him mourn — Or caufe him mourn.

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Why lov'd I the deferving Swain,

Yet ftill thought Shame— Yet ftill thought Shame,1 When he my yielding Heart did gain,

To own my Flame To own my Flame?

LWhy took I Pleafure to torment,

And feem too coy- — And feem too Coy 1 .Which makes me now alas lament

My flighted Joy — My flighted Joy.

|Ye Fair, while Beauty's in itsSpring,

Own your Defire,— — Own your Dcfire, While Love's young Power with his foft Wmg,

Fans up the Fire — Fans up the Five. O do not with a filly Pride,

Or low Defign-^—Qrlow Befiga, Refufe to be a happy Bride,

But aniwer plain- — but anfwer plain*'

Thus the fair Mourner wail'd her Crime,

With flowing Eyes- — With flowing Eye*; $lad Jamie heard her all the Time,

With fweet Surprife — With iweet Surprifei Some God had led him to the Grove j

His Mind unchang'd His Mind unchang'4

flew to her Arms, andcry'd, my Love,

lam reveng'd — Iamreveng'd!

Peggy, / fnuft love thee*

A*S from a Rock pad all Relief,, j;\ The fhipwraekt Colin fpying His native Soil, o'ercome with Grief* Half funk in Wa yes, and dying;

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With toe next Morning Sun he fpfes A Ship, which gives unhoped Surprize | New Life fprings up, he lifts his Eyes With Joy, and waits he* Motion*

So when by her whom long -I lov'd,

I fcorn'd was, and deferted, jLow with Defpairmy Spirits mov'dj

To be for ever parted : Thus droop'd I, till diviner Grace I found in Peggy's Mind and Face} Ingratitude appear'd then bafe, But Virtue more engaging.

Then now, fince happily I've hit,

I'll have no mora delaying i Let Beauty yield to manly Wit, Weloie ourfelves in flaying : rilhafte dull Counfhip to a Clofe," Since Marriage can my Fears oppofej, Why mould we happy Minutes lofe, Since, Teggy, I mud love thee i

Men may be f ooJifh, if they pleafc*,1 And deem't a Lover's Duty,

To figh, and facrifice their Eafe, Doating on a proud Beauty :

Such was my Cafe for many a Year,

Still Hope fucceedingtomy Fear;

Falfe Betty's Charms now difappear, Sijice Peggy's far outfhine them.

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HENCE every Thing that can" Pifturb the Quiet of Man $

Beblyth, my Soul,

In a full Bowl

Drown thy Care,

And repair

The vital Stream :

Since Life's a Dream,"

Let Wine abound,

And Healths go round",

We'll deep more found, And let the dull unthinking Mob purfue Each endlefs Wifh, and ftill their Toil renew.

Bessy Bell and Ma ky Gray.

Beffy Bell and Mary Graf, They are twa bonny LafTes, They bigg'd a Bower on yon Burn-Brae,

Andtheek'dito'erwi'Raftjeja . Fair Beffy Bell I loo'd yeftreen,

And thought I ne'er cou'd alter, But Mary Gray's twa pawky Een, ,■ They gar my Fancy falter.

How Bejfy's Hair's like a Lint-tap 5 ;

She (miles like a Afoy-morning, When Pbfxfots ftarts f rae Thetis' Lap,

The Hills with Rays adorning s

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White is her Neck, faft is her Hand, Her Waift and Feet'sfu' genty,

With ilka Grace fhe can command j Her Lips, Owow! they're dainty.

And Mary's Locks are like a'Craw,

Her Eyes like Diamonds glances; She's ay fae clean, red up and braw9

She kills whene'er (he dances : Blyth as a Kid, with Wit at Will,

She blooming, tight and tall is j And guides her Airs fae gracefuMlill,

Q$ove! me's like thy PalUs*

©ear Befjy Bell mi Mary Gray,

Ye unco' fair opprefs us; Our Fancies jee between you twa.

Ye are fie bonny Lafles-: Wae1 me! forbaithlcannaget,

To ane by Law we're (tented; Then Til draw Cuts, and take my Fate,

And be with ane contented.

Til never leave thee*

THO* foi

]ONNY.

for feven Vears and mair, Honour fiaou]<i eave me, To Fields where Cannons rair, thou need na grieve

thee : For deep in my Spirits thy Sweets are indented ; And Love (hall preferve ay what Love has imprinted. Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never eave the* , <*angthe Wafldasit will, Deareft, believe me.

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Nelly.

© Jenny, I'm jealous whene'er ye difcover; My Sentiments yielding, ye'll turn a loofe Rover 3 And nought i'the Warld wad vex my Heart fairer, If you prove unconftant, and fancy ane fairer. <}rieveme, grieve me, oh it wad grieve me! A9 tjbte lang Night and Day, if you deceive me*

JONNT.

My Nelly, let never fie Fancies opprefs ye,' For, while my Blood's warm, I'll kindly cards ye t Your blooming iaft Beauties firft beeted Love's Fire8 Your Virtue and Wit make it ay flame the higher. I-eavethee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, Sang the Waild as it will, Deareft, believe me>

Nelly.

Then, *$-onny, I frankly this Moment allow ye, To think me your Miftrels, for Love gars me trowyej And gin ye prove fauie, to y e'rfell be it iaid then, Ye'll win but fma' Honour to wrang a kind Maiden : Reave me, reave me, Heavens ! it wad reave me Of my Reft Night and Day, if ye deceive me.

JONNY.

Bid Icefliogles hammer red Gauds on the Studdy, And f * Summer Mornings nae mair appear ruddys Bid Britons think ae Gate, and when they obey ye, But never till t^itt Time, believeT SI bet* ay ye. "Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee j The Sums fhaligan^ wilherfhins e'er. I deceive thee.

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My Deary i if thou Dk.

LOVE never more (hall give me Pain, My Fancy's nVdtmtheej Nor ever Maid my Heart fhall gain,

My Peggy, if thou die. Thy Beauties did fuch Pleafure give,

Thy Loves fo true to me : Without thee I fhall never lire, My Deary, if thou^ie.

If Fate mail tear thee from my Br edit,

How (hall I lonely ftray > In dreary Dreams the Night -I'll wafte,

In Sighs the filentt)ay. I ne'er can fo much Virtue find,

Nor fuch Perfe&io n fee : Then I'll renounce all Woman-kind,

My Peggy, after thee.

No new-blowa Beauty fires my Heart

With Cupid's raving Rage, But thine, which can fuch Sweets imparl

Mufl all the World ing'age. *Twas this that like the Morning Sun

Gave Joy and Life to me j And when its deftinV) Day is done,

With Peggy let me die.

Ye Powers that f mile on virtuous Love,

And in fuch Pleafure (hare ; You who its faithful Flames approve*

With Pity yiew the Fair.

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Reftore my Peggy's wonted Charms^ Thofe Charms fo dear to me;

Oh ! never rob them from thofe Arms 5 I'm loft, ii Peggy die.

My Jo Janet.

SWEET Sir, for your Courtefie, When ye come by the Bafs then$ For the Love ye bear to me,

Buy meaKeeking-glafsthen. Keek into the Draw~weU,

Janet, Janet; And there ye' 11 feeye'r bonny fell. My Jo Janet,

ICeeking in the Draw-well clear,

What if I fhou'd fa' in, Syne a' my Kin will fay and fwear*,

I drown'd my fell for Sin. Mad the better be the Brae9

Janet, Janet; fladthe better be the Brae, My Jo Janet.

Good Sir, for your Courtefie^

Coming through Aberdeen theft. For the Love ye bear tome,

Buy me a Pair of Shoontheh. Chut the auld, the new are dear,

Janer, Janet; "Ae Pair may gain ye hajfa Year* My Jo Janet.

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But what If dancing on the Green; And skipping like a Mawking, If they Jhould fee my clouted Shooa^

Of me they will be taulking. Dance By high* and late at E\yu

Janet* Janet, Sym a' their Fa/its will na hefeen* My Jo Janet.

Kind Sir, for your Courtefy, When yegae to the Grofs then*

For the Love ye bear to me, Buy me a pacing Horfe then*

Pace MpS your Spinning-wheel?

Janet, Janet; fate?*??' your Sp'm'mg~wbeel9

My Jo Janet.

My Spinning-wheel is auld and ftiff.

The Rock o*t winna ftand, Sir, To keep the Temper-pin in tiff,

Employs aft my Hand, Sir, Make the befi (ft that p can,

Janet, Janet j But like it never wale a Ma%> My Jo Janet.

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To the Tune of, John Anderfm my Jo\ HAT means this Nicenefs now of late*

Since Time that Truth doth provt ? Such Diftance may confift with State,, But never will with Lore.

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*Tis either Cunning or Difdain That does fuch ways allow ;

Thefirftisbafe, the laft is vain : May neither happen you.

For if it be to draw me on,

You over-ad your Part j And if it be to have me gone^

You need not haff that Art: For if you chance a Look to caftV

That feems to be a Frown, I'll give you all the Love that's paft,

The reft fhall be my own.

AuU ROB MORIS.

MITHER.

AU LD Rob Moris thai wins in yon Glen„ He's the King of good Fellows, and Wale of auld Men, Hasfourfcoreof black Sheep, andfouvfcoretoo? Au!d Rob Moris is the Man ye maun log.

DOUGHTER. KaJd your Tongue, Mither, and let that ab«.«C For his Eild and my Eild can never agree ; They'll never agree, and that will be feen! For he is fourf core, and I'm but fifteen.

MITHER.

Ha'd your Tongue, Daughter, and lay by your Pride, , For he's be the Bridegroom, and ye's be the Bride j \ He fhall ly by your Side, and kifsye too, .

Auld Rob Motis'n the Man ye maun loo.

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doughter;

Auld Rob Moris 3 I ken him fou wee!, His A—- — it flicks out like ony Peet-crfcel, He'sout-fhin'd, in-knee'd, and ringle-ey'd coo j Auld Rob Moris is the Man I'll ne'er loo.

MITHER. Tho* auld Rob Moris be an elderly Man, Yet his auld Brafs it will buy a new Pan; Then, Doughter, ye fhoudna be fae ill to fhoo. For auld Rob Moris is the Man ye maim loo.

DOUGHTER. But auld Rob Moris 1 never will hae, His Back is fae ft iff, and his Beard is grpwn grey I had titter die than livewi' him a Year $ Sac mair of Rob Morisl never will hear.

SONG.

To the Tune of> Come kifs with me, come clap with meJkcl

PEGGY.

MY Jocky blyth for what thou haft done, There is nae help nor mending i For thou haft jog'dmeoutof Tune,

For a' thy fair pretending. JMy Mither fees a Change on me,

For my Complexion dallies, Andthi«, alas! has been with thee Sae late amang the Raphes.

JOCKY.

My Peggy, what I've faid I'll do, '

To free thee frae her Scouling; ',

Come then and let us buckle to, Nae langer let's be fooling :

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For her Content Til inftant wed,

Since thy Complexion dafhes 5 And then we'll try a Feather-bed,

Tis fafter than the Rafhes.

PEGGY.

Then JoCky flnce thy Love's fae true,

Let Mirher fcoul, I'm eafy : Sae lang's I live, I ne'er fhall rue

For what I've done to pleafe thee/ .And there's my Hand, Vie ne'er complains

O! well's me en the Rafhes j •When e'er thou likes I'll do't again,

AndaFeg fora'their Clafhes. Z-

song.

To the Tune of, Rothes*s Lament j or Pinkf*houfit

AS Sylvia in a Foreft lay, To vent her Woe alone -, Her Swain Sylvetnder came that Way£

And heard her dying Moan. Ah i is my Love ((he faid) to you

So worthlefs and fo vain : Why is your wonted Fondnef s now Convened to Bifdain?

You vowM the Light mould Darknefs turn;

E'er you'd exchange your Love ; In Shades now may Creation mourn,1

^ince vow unfaithful prove*

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Was it for this I Credit gave

To ev*ry Oath you fwore ? But ah ! it feems they moft deceive.

Who moft our C harm's adore.

'Tis plain your Drift was all Deceit,,

ThePradiceof Mankind: Alas! I fee it but too late,

My Love had made me blind. For you, delighted I could die s*

But oh ! with Grief I'm fill'd, To think that credulous conftant V-

Should by your felf be kill'd*

This faid,— all breathlefs, ficfc andpale,

Her Head upon her Hand, She found her vital Spirits fail,

And Senfes at a Stand. Sylvander then began to melt ; ;

But ere the Word was given, The heavy Hand of Death fhe felt',1,

Andilgh'dher Soul to Heaven. H>

ffhe young Laird and Edinburgh Katy.

NO W wat ye wha I met yeftreen, Coming down the Street, my Jo ? My Miftrefs in her Tartan Screen, Fow bonny, brawand fweet, my Jo* My Dear, quoth I, thanks to the Night, That never wifh'd a Lover ill, Since ye're out of your Mither's Sights Let's take a Waukup to the Hill.

©Katy, wiltagangwj'me. And leave the dinfome Town a while'; The BlofTom's fprouting frae the Tree, And a the Summer's gawn to fmile.* The Mavis, Nightingale and Lark, The bleeting Lambs and whittling Hind, In ilka Dale, Green, Shaw and Park, Will nourifh Health, and glad ye*r Mind.

Soon as the clear Goodman of Day Bends his Morning Draught of Dew, We'll gae to fome JBurn-lIde and play, And gather Flowers to busk ye'r Brow. We'll pou the Daifles on the Green, The lucken Gowans frae the Bog 5 Between Hands now and then we'll lean, And /port upo} the Velvet Fog,

There's up into a pleafar.t Glen, A wee piece frae my Father's Tower, A canny, faft and flow'ry Den, .Which circling Birks have form'd a Bower % When e'er the Sun grows high and warm* WtM to the cauler Shade remove, There will I lock thee in mine Arm, And love and kifs, and kifs and love.

Katy'j dnfwer.

MY Mither's ay glow ran o'er me, Tho' flie did the fame before me 5 I canna get leave To look to my Loove, Qrelfe fhe:Jl be like todeyour me.

Right

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Right fain wad I take ye'is Offer, Sweet Sir, but I'll tine my Tocher; Then Sandy, ye'llfret, And wyte ye'r poor Kate, When e'er ye keek in your t'oom Goffer.

For tho' my Father has plenty Of Siller and Plenifhing dainty, Yet he's unco fweer 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, I'll be at your Devotion.

MART SCOT.

HA P P Y's the Love which meets Return,' When in foft Flames Souls equal burn j Eut Words are wanting to difcover The Torments of a hopelefs Lover.- Yeregiftersof Heav'n relate, If looking o'er the Rolls of Fate, Did you there fee me mark'd to marrow Mary Scot the Flower of Tarroiv.

Ah no ! her Form's too heavenly fair, Her Love the Gods above muft mare 5 While Mortals with Defpair explore heiv And at a Diftance due adore her„

D 4 ST

©lovely Maid! my Doubts beguile^ Revive and blefs me with a Smile s Alas! if not, you'll foondebara Sighing Swain the Banks of Xarrowl

Behufh, ye Fears, Illnotdefpaiiv My Mary's tender as (he's fair j Then I'll go tell her all mine Anguifh* She is too good to let me languifh j With Succefs crown'd I will not envy The Folks who dwell above the Sky $ When Mary Sect's become my Marrow* iWe'll make a Paradife on TCanow.

Wine and Mufick, an Ode,

$XMON,"}S~^ Colin, how dull is't to be

\J- When a Soul is finking wi' Pain, To one who is pained like me> My Life's grown a Load, And my Faculties nod, While I figh for coldjeamein vain,

I'm flain, Pm flain, I'm flafo. The Wound it is mortal and deep, f

ftly Pulfes beat low in each Vein,

And threaten eternal Sleep,

&GLW.'] Come here's the beft Gure for thy Wounds*

A Cure for all thy Wounds,

The Bowl, the Bowl, the Bowl>

O Boy, the Cordial Bowl J

With foft harmonious Sounds, •■ Wounds,

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^Wounds, Wounds, Wounds, thefe can cure all Woutfif^ With loft harmonious Sounds, And pull off the Cordial Bowl : JTune, tune, tune, O Symon tuns thy Soul,

Above the Gods bienly bouze,

When round they meet in a Ring^

They caft away Care, andcaroufe

Their Neftar, while they flng.

Then drink, drink, drink and fing3 Thefe make the Blood circle fine^

Strike up the Mufick,

ThefafeftPhyfick, Compounded with fparkling Wine]

To tbeVh-— An QBE.

Vides, ut alt a Jlet nive candidum Soratie HOR.

LO O K up to Ventland's towring Taps, juried beneath great Wreaths of SnaV O'er ilka Cleugh, ilk Scar and SlapP As high as ony Raman Wa\

Driving their Bawsfrae Whins or Tee„ , There's no ae Gowfter to be hen, Nor douifer £cwk wyfing a-jee The Byafs Bowls on Tamfon's Greea,

Then fling on Coals, and ripe the Ribs, And beek the Houfe baith Butt and Ben, That Mutchken Stoup it hads but Dribs,, Then let's get in the tappit Hen%

&$;■ Good

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Good Claret bed keeps out the Cauld* And drives away the Winter Toon, It makes a Man baith gafh and baulds And heaves his Saul beyond the Moon,

Leave to the Gods your ilka Care, If that they think us worth their While* They can a Rowth of Bleffings fpare, Which will our f afhious Fears beguile*.

For what they have a mind to do, That will they do, fhoulJ we gang wood 3 If they command the Storms to blow, Then upo' Sight the Hailftanes thud.

But foon as e'er they cry, Bequiety The blattering winds dare nae mair move, Bin com- into their caves, and wait The high Command of fupreme JOVE,

Let neift Day come as it thinks fit, The prefent Minute's only ours, On Pleafure let*s imploy our Wit, And laugh at Fortune's fecklefs Powers.'

Be fure yedinaa quat the Grip f %

Of ilka Joy when ye are young, Before auld Age your Vitals nip, And lay ye twaiald o'er a Rung*

Sweet Youth's a blyth and heartfomeTimeJ Then Lads and LafTes while 'tis May, Gae pu' the Gowan in its Prime, Before it wither and decay.

Watch

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Watch the faft Minutes of Delyte, When Jenny fpeaks beneath her Breathy And kites,* laying a' the wyte On you, it fhekepponySkaith.

Haith ye're ill bred; fheMHmiling fay, Ye'll worry me, ye greedy Rookj Syne frae your Arms fheil rin away* And hide her fell in (ome dark Nook;

Her Laugh will lead you to the Place Where lies the Happinefs ye want, And plainly tells you to your Face, Nineteen Nae-fays are half, a Grant. \

Now to her heaving Bofom clings . And fweetly toolie for a Kifs,* Frae her fair Finger whop a Ring* As Taiken of a future Blifs.

Thefe Bennifons, I'm very fure* Are of the Gods indulgent Grant ; Then, furly Carles, whifht, forbear To plague us with your whining Cant,

* ToiJ-M.ff-5--3,anOD;E.

Nullum Vare facra viteprms feveris arborem,

Circa mh&jolum Tiburis & mania Catilia, HOL

o

B —-* could thefe Fields of thine Bear as iaG««/.the juicy Vine5

How

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How fvvect the bonny Grape wou'd (kfne

On Wa's, where now

TourApricocks and Branches fine

Their Branches bow?

Since human Life is but a Blintc:; XV hy mould we its fhort Joys fink? He difna live that canna link

The Glafs about $ L\Vhen warm'd with Wine, like Men we think,

And grow mair ftoHt,'

Thecau-ldrife Carles clog*d wi* Care, Wha gathering Gear gang hy te and gare» 3f raran'd wi* Red, they ran t and rail*

Like mirthfu' M'e»j It fbothly (haws them they can fp'are

A Rowth to fpend*

What Soger when with Wine he's bung '.Did e'er complain he had been dung, Or of his Toil,or empty fpung >

Na, o'er his Glafs; Nought but braw Deeds employ his Tongue,

Or fome fweet Laf^

TetTrouth, lis proper we fhould flint Dwr fells to a f rem- mod'ra&e Pint ; Why Ihould we (the blyth Blefling) mint

To wafte or fpilU Since, aften,; when our Reafon's tint

We may do ill.

Let's fet thefe hair-brain'd Fowk in view. That when they're ftupid> mad and fow,

Do

po brutal Deeds; which aft they rue

For as their Days* Which frequently prove very few

Tofuchasthefe?

Then let us grip our Blifs rnair Acker, And tape our Heel, and fprightly Liquor, Which fober tane makes Wit the quicker,

And Senfe mair keefl| While graver Heads that's muckle thicker

Grane wi' the Spleen*

May ne'er fuch wicked Fumes arife In me, (hall break a* facred Ties, And gar me like a Fool defpife

With Stifne/s rude3' .Whatever my bell Friends advife,

Tho' ne'er fae good*-

Tisbeft then to evite the Sin Of bending till our Sauls gae blinj Left like our Glafs our Breaths grow thin,

And let Fowk peep At ilka Secret hid within,

That we fhould keep,'

O'er Bogm

I Will <twayw?~myLove3 I will awa1 wi her, Tho a? my Kin had fwern and faid>, I'll o'er Bogie wi' her* - " ' - It

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If IeangetbutherConfemy

IdinnacareaStrae, IW ilka ane be difcontent,'

Awa' wi' her I'll gae. 2 will awa* 9 &c.

For now fhe's Miftrefs of my HeaTti And wordy of my Hand,

&nd well I wat we manna part For Siller or for Land.

Let Rakes delight to fwear and drinks And Beaus admire fine Lace,

But my chief Pleafure is, to blink- On Betty* s bony Fac€*.

I will aw a* , &c*

There as the Beauties do combine^

Of Colour, Treats and Air, The Saul that f parkles in her Een

Makes her a Jewel rare : Her flowing Wit gives mining Life

To as her other Charms $ Howbleftl'Hbe, when (he's my Wife,

And iockt up in my Arms-! I will awa\ Sue.

There blythly will I rant and flng;

While o'er her Sweets I range, I'll cry, Your humble Servant, King,

Shamefa' them that wad change AKifs of Betty, and a Smile;

Abei* ye wad lay down The Right ye hae to Britain's Ifle>

And offer me ye'rCrownv I will aw a', _ 5cc.-

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O'er the Moor to M a g g v.

AND I'll o'er the Moor to Maggy, Her Wit and Sweetnefs call me, Then to my Fair I'll (hew my Mind,

Whatever may befalme. If fhe love Mirth, 111 learn to fin,g,

Or likes the Nine to follow, I'll lay my Lugs in Pindas* Spring, And invocate Apolloi

If flie admire a martial Mind,

I'll fheathe my Limbs in Armour ! If to the fofter Dance inclin'd,

With gayeftAirs I'll charm her: If fhe love Grandeur, Day and Night

I'll plot my Nation's Glory, Find Favour in my Prince's Sight.

And fhine in future Story.

Beauty can Wonders work with eafe,\

Where Wit is correfpondingj And braveft Men know b.efl: to pleafe,'.

With Complaifance abounding. My bony Maggy* s Love can turn

Me to what Shape fhe pleafes, If in her Bread that Flame fhall bui'Bj,'

JWhich in my Bofom blazes.

Polwait

9dn^^^cLr of { 88. J mcAa&uj

Pol wart on the GREENf

' J| T Polwart on the Green

i\, if you'll meet me the Moml

Where Lajfes do convene

To dance about the Thorn,

A kindly Welcome you fhall meefc

Frae her wha likes to view A Lover and a Lad compleat,

The Lad and Lover you.

Let dorty Dames fay Na, As langas e'er they pleafe, Seem caulder than the Sm\ . "While inwardly they bleezj Bat I will frankly fliaw my Mihd> ,

And yield my Heart to thee 5 Be ever to the Captive kind, .

That langs na to be free,

'At Polwart on the Green, . ■

Amang the new-mawn Hay, With Sangs and Dancing keeft > We'll pafs the heartfome Day. At Nighty if Beds be o'er thranglatit-

And thou he trvin'd of thine, Thm /halt he welcome, my dear Lad*

To take a Part of mine.

B

John Hay' s hony Lajfie.

Y fmooth winding Tay a Swain was reclining, Ait cry'd he, Oh hey ! maim I ftiil live pining

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My fell thus away, and darna difcover Tomybonyitaythatl am her Lover I

Nae mair it will hide, the Flame waxes Arranger | If (lie's not my Bride, my Days are nae langer t Then I'll take a Heart, and try at a venture, Maybe, e'er we part, my Vows may content her.

She's frefli as the Spring, and fweet as Aurora, When Birds mount and fing, bidding Day a Good- morrow : The Sward of the Mede, enamell'd with Daifies, Look withered and dead, when twin'd of her Graces*

But if fhe appear where Verdures invite her, The Fountains run clear, and Flowers fmell the Tweet- er: •Tis Heaven to be by, when her Wit is a flowing, Her Smiles and bright Eye fetmy Spirits a glowing.

The mair that I gaze, the deeper I'm wounded j Struck dumb with Amaze, my Mind is confounded $ I'm all in a Fire, dear Maid to carefs ye, For a* my Defire is Hay's bony Lame.

Katharine Ogle.

AS walking forth to view the Plain> Upon a Morning early, While May's fweet Scent did cheer my Brain*'

From Flowers which grow fo rarely s I chanc'd to meet a pretty Maid,

I She fhin'd tho' it was fogie j lask'd her Name : Sweet Sir, fhefaidj. My Name is Katharine Ogk> . ■

(90) I flood a while, and did admire.

To fee a Nymph fa ftately ; 5

So brisk an Air there did appear

InaCountry-Maidfoneatly: ^

Such natural Sweetnefs fhe difplay'd^

Like a Lillie in a Bogiej Diana's (elf was ne'er array'd,

Like this fame Katharine Ogle.

Thou Flower of Females, Beauty 's Queen,.

Who fees thee, fure muft prize thee $ Tho'thouartdreft in Robes but mean,

Yetthefe cannot difguife thee : Thy handfome Air, and graceful Look,

Far excels any clowniOaRogiej Thou'rt Match for Laird, or Lord, or Duke,'

My chwming Katharine Ogie.

O were I but f ome Shepherd-Swain!

To feed my Flock befide thee, At boughting-time to leave the Plain,1

In milking to abide thee ; I'd think my f elf a happier Man*

With Kate, my Club, and Dogie,1 *Than he who hugs his Thoufands ten,

Had I but Katharine Ogie.

Then I'd defpife th' Imperial Throne,

And Statefmen's dangerous Stations 2 I'd be no King, I'd wear no Crown,

I'd fmile at conquering Nations s j

Might I carefs and ftill poilefs

This Lafs, of whom I'm vogie -, For thefe are Toys,, and ftill look lefs*.

Compar'd with Katharine Ogie*

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But I fear the Gods have not decreed

For me fo fine a Creature, Whofe Beauty rare makes her exceed

All other Works in Nature. . Clouds of Defpair furround my Love,

That are both dark and fogie: Pity my Cafe ye Powers above,

Elfe I d i e for Katharine Ogie . 5C.

Ann thou "were my ain Tiring.

OF Race divine thon needs muft be, Since nothing earthly equals thee j For Heaven's fake, Oh ! favour me, Who only lives to love thee. Ann thou were my ain Thing, J would love thee, I would love thee | Ann thou were my ain Thing, How dearly would 1 love thee !

The Gods one Thing peculiar have, To ruin none whom they can fave ; O! for their fake, fupporta Slave, Who only lives to love thee. Ann thou were, &c.

To Merit I no Claim can make, But that Hove, and for your fake, tWhat Man can name, I'll undertake^ So dearly do I love thee-. Ann thou were i &c.

My

My Paflion, conftant as the Sun, Flames ftrongerftill, will ne'er have done8 Till Fates my Thread of Life have fpun, Which breathing out, I'll love thee. Ann thou were, dec. 3£|

Like Bees that fuck the Morning Dew, Frae Flowers of fweeteft Seent and Hew, Sae wad I dwell upo' thy Mou, And gap the Gods envy me. Ann thou were, &c.

Sae lang's I had the life of Light, I'd on thyBeauties teaft my Sight, Syne in faft Whifpers through the Nigh^ I'd tell how much I loo'd thee, Ann thou were, &c.

How fair and ruddy is my Jean, She move's a Goddefs o'er the Green s Were I a King, thou fhou'd be Queen* Kane but my fell aboon thee. Ann thou were, &c.

I'd grafp thee to thisBreaft of minef Whilft thou like Ivy, or the Vine Around my ftronger Limbs fhou'd twrne, Form'd hardy to defend thee. Ann thou were, &c.

Time's on the Wing, and will not flay. In mining Youth lets make our Hay, Since Love admits of nae Delay3 Olet nae Scorn undo thee. Ann then were, &c.

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W bile Love does at his Altar ftand, ;3ae there's my Heart, gi' me thy Hand, And, with ilk Smile thou fhalt command The Will of him, wha loves thee. jinnthouivere, &c.

There's my Thumb P linger heguik thee*

MY fweeteft May, let Love incline thee^ T' accept a Heart which he defigns theei And, as your conftant Slave regard it § Syne for its faithfulnefs reward it j Tis Proof a-fhot to Birth or Money, }ut yields to what is fweet and bony $ deceive it then with a Kifs and a Smile, There's my Thumb it will ne'er beguile ye."

How tempting fweet thefe Lips of thine are, Thy Bofom white, and Legs fae fine are, That when in Pools I fee thee clean 'emj They carry away my Heart between 'em, I wifh, and I wifh, while it gaesduntin, O gin I had thee on a Mountain, Tho' Kith and Kin and a' fhou'd revile thee. There's my Thumb I'llne'er beguile thee.

Alane through Flowr'y Hows I dander, Tenting my Flocks left they mould wander, 3in thou'll gae alang, I'll dawt thee gaylie9 And gi'e my Thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee. b my dear Laffie, it is but Daffin To had thy Woer up ay niffnaffin. fhatNa, na, na, I hate it mod: vilely, p fay, Yes, and I'll ne'er, beguile thee.

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For the Love of JEAN*

JO € K Y faid to Jeany, tyany, wilt thou do't Ne'er a fit, quo' Jeany for my Tocher good; For my Tocher good, I winna marry thee, E'ensyelike, quo Jenny, ye may let it be.

1 ha' Gowd and Gear, I ha' Land enough, I ha' feven good Owfen ganging in the Pleugh, Ganging in a Pleugh, and linking o'er the Lee3 And gin ye winna take me, I can let ye be.

I ha' a good Ha' Houfe, a Barn and a Byer, A Stack afore the Door, I'll make arantin Fire; I'll make a rantinFire, and merry mail we be j And gin ye winna tack me, I can let ye be.

Jeany faid to Joeky, gin ye winna tell, Ye fhall be the Lad, I'll be the Laf s my fell, Ye're a bonny Lad, and I'm a Lame free, Ye're welcomer to take me than to let me be.

A SONG.

To the Tune of, "Peggy Imufi love thee.

BENEATH a Beech's grateful Shade, Young Colin lay complaining j He £gh'd,and feem'd to love a Maid,

Without Hopes of obtaining ; For thus the Swain indulg'd his Grief,

Tho5 Pity cannot move thee, Tho' thy hard Heart gives no Relief, Yetp^y I muftlove thee. Say,

Sif>

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Say, Peggy* what has Cfl/i^ done,

That tbus you cruelly ufe him f If Love's a Fault, 'tis that alone,

For which you mould excufe him : *T was thy dear felf firft rais'd this Flame,

This Fire by which I languifh ; 'Tis thou alone can quench the fame,

And cool its fcorching Anguifh.

For thee I leave the fportive Plain,'

Where every Maid invites me j For thee, fole Caufe of all my Pain,

For thee that only flights me : This Love that fires my faithful Heart

By all but thee's commended ; Oh! would'ft thou a&fb good a Part,

My Grief might foon be ended.

That beauteous Breaft, fo foft to feel,

Seem'dTendernefsall over, Yet it defends thy Heart like Steel,

'Gainft thy defpairing Lover. Alas ! tho' it fhould ns'er relent,

Nor Colin's Care e'er move thee, Yet till Life's Iateft Breath is fpent,

My Peggy, I muft love thee.

Genty Tibby, andfonfy Nelly.

To the Tune of, Tibhy Fowler in the Glen.

*T*I B B Y has a Store of Charms, -* Her genty Shape our Fancy warms, How ftrangely can her fma' white Arms Setter the Lad wha looks but at her ;

Frae

Frae *er Ancle to her flender Wafte;

Thefe Sweets conceal'd Sivite to dawt her, Her rofie Cheek and rifing Breaft,

Gar ane's Mouth gufh bowt fou' o* Water,

Nellf s gawfy, faf t and gay, Frefti as the lucken Flowers in May, Ilk ane that fees her cries Ah b$y f

She's bonny, O I wonder at her ! The Dimples of her Chin and Cheek,

And Limbs fae plump invite to dawt her3 Her Lips fae fweet, and Skin fae {leek,

Gar mony Mouths befide mine water.

Now ftrike my Finger in a Bore, My Wifon with the Maiden more, Gin I can tell whilk I am for,

When thefe twa Stars appear the githerl OLove! Why dofl: thou gi'e thy Fires

Sae large ? While we're oblig'd to neither Our fpacious Sauls immenfe Defires,

And ay be in a hankering Swither,

Tih&fs Shape and Airs are fine, And Nelly's Beauties are divine 5 But fince they can na baith be mine,

Ye Gods give Ear to my Petition i Provide a good Lad for the tane,

But let it be with this Provifion, I get the other to my lane,

In Profpe&/ta> and Fruition.

Vf

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Up in the Airl

NO W the Sun's gane out o' Sight, Beet the Ingle, and fnuff the Light: In Glens rheTairies skip and dance, And Witches wallop o'er to Trance* Up in the Air

On my bonny grey Mare, And I fee her yet, and I iee her yet. Up in, See.

The Wind's drifting Hail and Sna, O'er frozen Hags, like a Foot-ba' ; Nae Starnskeek through the Azure Slit, 'Tis cauld, and mirk as ony Pit.

The Man i' the Moon

Is carouflng aboon j D'ye fee, d'ye fee, d'ye fee him yet 5

The Man, Sec.

Take your Glafs to clear your Een, 'Tis the Elixir heals the Spleen, Baith Wit and Mirth it will infpire, And gently puffs the Lovers lire.

Up in the Air,

It drives away Carei Ha'e wi' ye, ha'e wi' ye, and ha'e wi' ye, Lads, yet,

Up in, Sec.

Steek the Doors, keep out the Froft i Come, Willie, gie's about ye'r Toft j Til't,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.

Up wi't, Sec.

Fy gar rub her o'er wP Strae.

GIN ye meet a bonny Ladle, Gi'e her a Kifs, and let her gae j But if ye meet a dirty Huffey, Fy gar rub her o'er wiJ Strae.

Be fure ye diana quat the Grip OF ilka Joy when you are young,

Before auld Age your Vitals nip, And lay you twa tald o'er a Rung.

Sweet Youth's a blyth and heartfome Times Then, Lads and LaiTes, while 'tis -M*;y,

Gae pu' the Gowan in its Prime, Before it wither and decay.

Watch the fait M'nutes of Delyte,

When 'Jenny fpeaks beneath her Breath,

And kiiTes, laying a' the V/yte On you, if fhe keppony Skaith.

Haithye're ill-bred, fhe'll fmtlingfay, Ye'll worry me, ye greedy Rookj

Syne frae your Arms fhe'll rin away, And hide herfelf m fomedark Nook.

Her Laugh will lead you to the Place, Where lies the Happinefs ye want,

And plainly tell you to your Face, Nineteen Nay fays are naff a Grant.

Now to her heaving Bofom cling,

And (weedy toolie for a Kifs : Frae her fair Finger whoop a Ring,

AsTaikenoi a future Blifs.

Thefe

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ThefeBe.nnifons, I'm very fure, Arc of the Gods indulgent Grant:

Then furly Carles, whifht, forbear To plague us with your whining Cant.

PAT IE and PEG G T.

B

PAT IE,

Y the delicious Warmnefs of thy Mouth, And rowing Eye, which fmiling tells the Truth,

I guefs, my Laffie, that as well as I,

You're made for Love, and why fhould ye deny \

PEGGT. But ken ye, Lad, gin we confefs o'er Toon, Ye think us cheap, and fyne the Wooing's done : The Maiden that o'er quickly tines her Powr, Like unripe Fruit1, will tafte but hard and fowr.

PA TI E. But when they hing o'er lang upon the Tree, Their Sweetnefs they may tine, and fae may ye. Red cheeked you compleatly ripe appear, And 1 have thol'd and woo'd a lang hafT Year.

PEGGY. Then dfnna pu' me ; gently thus I fa' Into my Pane's Arms for good and a' : But (tint your WiQies to this frank Embrace, And mint nae farther till we've got the Grace.

PATIE. O charming Armsfu'! Hence, ye Cares, away, I'll kif s my Treafure a' the live lang Day j A' Night I'll dream my KifTes o'er again, ill that Day come thatye'll be a'my ain.

E i Cho-

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Chorus.

Smt, gallop down the Weftlin Skies, Gang foon to Bed, and quickly rife ; O lajh your Steeds, po/i Time away, And haft e about our Bridal Bay. And if you're wearied, hone ft Light t Sleep gin ye like a Week that Night,

The Mill, Mill—O.

BEneath a green Shade I fand a fair Maid, Was fleeping found and ftil! — O ; A' lowan wi' Love, my Fancy did rove

Around her with good Will— O : Her Bofom ! preft 5 but funk in her Reft,

She ftir'dna my Joy to fpill— O; While kindly fhe flept, clofe to her I crept, Andkifs'd, and kifs'd her my fill— O.

Oblig'd by Command in Flanders to land,

T' employ my Courage and Skill— O, Frae'er quietly I ftaw, hoift Sails and awa',

For Wind blew fair on the Bill— O. Twa Years brought me hame,wbere loud trailing Fame

Tald me with a Voice right fhrill— O, My Lafs like a Fool had mounted the Stool,

Nor kend wha had done her the ill— O.

Mairfond of her Charms, with my Son in her Arms,

I ferlying fpeer'd how fhe fell— O. Wi' the Tear in her Eye, quoth (he, Let me die,

Sweet Sir, gin I can tell— O.

Love

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Lave gave the Command, I toek her by the Hand*

And bad her a* Fears expel — O, And nae mair look wan, for I was the Man

Wha had done her the Deed my iell — 0«

My bonny fweet Lafs on the gowany Grafs,

Beneath the Shilling- hill — O, If I did Offence, I'fe make ye amends

Before I leave Peggy's Mill— (X O the Mill, Mill—O, and the Kill, X/7/.-0,

And the cogging of the Wheel — O j The Sack and the Sieve* a" that ye maun leave,

And round with a Sodger-reel — O.

Colin and Grisy parting* To the Tune of,. Woe's my Heart that we Jhould fuw$r.

Wl T H broken Words, and down-caft Eyes» Poor Colin fpoke his Paffion tender* And, parting with his Grify, cries, Ah ! woe's my Heart that we mould fundeiv

To others [ am cold as Snow,

But kindle with thine Eyes like Tinder:

Irom thee with Pain I'm forc'd to go j It breaks my Heart that we mould funder."

Chain'd to thy Charms, I cannot range,

No Beauty new my Love fhall hinder, Nor Time nor Place fhall ever change

My Vows, tho* we're oblig'd to fundcr.

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The Image of thy graceful Air,

And Beauties which invite out* Wonders

Thy lively Wit, and Prudence rare, Shall ftill be prefent, tho' we funder.

Dear Nymph, believe your Swain in this, You'll ne'er engage a Heart that's kinder j

Then f eal a Promife with a Kifs, Always to love me, tho' we funder.

Ye Gods, take care of mydearLafs, That as I leave her I may find her : When that bled Time fhall come to pafs,

We'll m«et a^ain. and never funder.

The Gaberlunzie-Man*

TH E pawky au!d Carle came o'er the Lee, Wi' many good E'ens and Days to me, Saying, Goodwife, for your Courtefie,

Will ye lodge a filly poor Man? The Night was cauld, the Carle was wat, And down ayont the Ingle he' fat ; My Daughter's Shoulders he 'gan to clap, And cadgily ranted and fang.

O wow! quo' he, were las free,' As firft when I faw this Country, JIow blyth and merry wad I be 1

And I wad never think lang. He grew canty, and me grew fain j But little did her auld Minny ken >Vhat thir flee twa togither were fay'n,

When wooing they were fae thrang.

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AndO! quo' he, arm ye were as black, As e'er the Crown of my Pady's Hat, 'Tis I wad lay thee by my Back,

And awa' wi' me thou fhou'd gang. And O ! quoth fhe, ann I we're as white As e'er the Snaw lay on the Dike, I'd dead me braw, and Lady like,

And awa' wi' thee i'd gang.

Between the twa was made a Plot* They raife a wee before the Cock, And wylily they ("hot 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 i Syne to the Servants Bed fhe gaes,

To fpeer for the filly poor Man.

She gaed to the Bed where the Beggar lay,/ The Strae was cauld, he was away, She clapt her Hands, cry'd, Waladay,

For Tome of our Gear will be gane. Some ran to Coffers, and fome to Kifts, But nought was ftown rhat cou'd be miflr, She danc'd her lane, cry'd, Praife be bleft,

I have lodg'd a leal poor Man.

Since nathing's awa', as we can learn,'

The Kirn's to kirn, and Milk to earn,

Gae burt the Houfe, Lafs, -and waken my Bairn;

And bid her come quickly ben. The Servant gade where the Daughter lay, The Sheets were cauld, fhe was away, And faft to her Goodwife can fay, . She's aff with the Gaberlunzie-man.

e4 €^fy

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©fy gar ride, andfy garrin,

And hafte ye find thefe Traitors again j

For file's be burnt, and he's be flain,

The vvearifu'Gaberlunzie man. Some rade upo' Horfe, fome ran a- fit, The Wife was wood, and out o* her Wiej She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd fhe fit,

But ay Hie curs'd and (he ban'd.

Mean time far hind out o'er the Lee, Fu' fnug in a Glen, where nane cou'd fee, The twa, with kindly Sport and Glee,

Cut trae a new Cheefe a Whang : The Priving was good, it pleas'd them bairn* Tolo'e her for ay, he ga'e her his Aith, Quo* fhe, To leave thee I will be laitbj

My winfome Gabeilunzie-man.

O kend my Minny I were wi* you, Illfardly wad fhe crook her Mou, Sic a poor Man fhe'd never trow,

After the Gaberlunzie-man. My Dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er youngs And ha' na learn'd the Beggars Tongue, To follow me trae Town to Town,

And carry the Gaberlunzie on.

Wi' Cauk and Keel I'll win your Bread,

And Spindles and Whorles for them wha need,

Whilk is a gentle Trade indeed,

To carry the Gaberlunzie O.

I'll bow my Leg, and crook my Knee, And draw a black Clout o'er my Eye, A Cripple and Blind they will ca' me,

Wiiile we mail be merry and flng. T#.

Tks

Whe CORDIAL:

To the Tune of, Where Jhallonr Goodman M

HE.

WHERE wad bonny Anne Iy ? Alane nae mair ye maun ly j Wad ye a Goodman try ?

Is- that the Thing ye're lakingt 5 H E. Gan a Lafs fae young as I, Venture on the Bridal Tie, Syne down with a Goodman Iy ? I'm ffee'd 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.

S H E. Wh&tif I flioifd wauking ly,. When the Iloboys are gawn by, Wil! ye tent me when I cry, My dear, I'm faint and iry? H E* In my Bofom thou (hall ly, When thou waukrife art or dry, Healthy Cordial ftanding by, Shall prefently revive thee.

S H E» To your Will I then comply, Join us, Prieft, and let me try How I'H wis a Goodman \y,

Wha can a Cordial give me,

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( io<5 ) Ew-BughtS) MARION.

WILL ye go to the Ew-bughts, Marlon % And wear in the Sheep wi' me j The Sun fhines fweet, my Marion,

But nae haff fae fweet as thee. O Marion's a bonny Lafs,

And the Blyth blinks in her Eye $ And fain wad I marry Marion, Gin Marion wad marry me.

There's Gowd in your Garters, Marion,

And Silk on your white Haufe-lane 5 Fu' fain wad I ki is my Marion

At E'en when I come hame. There's braw Lads in Earn/law, Marion,

Wha gape and glowr with their Eye, At Kirk when they fee my Marion %,

Butnaneof them lo'es like me.

I've nine Mi'fc-ews, my Marion*,

A Cow and a brawny Quey, I'll gi'e them a' to my Marion,

Juft on her Bridal-Day $ And ye's get a green Sey Apron,

And Waftcoatof the London brown, And wow but ye will be vap'ring,

When e'er ye gang to the Town.

I'm young and flout, my Marion $ Nane dances like me on theGresn^

And gin ye forfake me, Marion, I'll e'en gas draw up wi' Jtm.

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Saeput onyour Pearlins, Marion,

And Kyrtle of the Cramafie j And foon as my Chin has nae Hair on,

I fhall come Weft, and fee ye. Q

7%e blythfome Bridal.

FY let's a* to the Bridal, For there will be lilting there; For Jocky's to be married to Maggy,

The Lafs vvi' theGowden Hair, And there will be Lang-kail and Pottage,

And Bannocks of Barley meal; And there will be good favvt Herring,

TorelifhaCogof good Ale, Fy let's a' to the Bridal, 5c c

And there will be Saney the Sutor,

And ^i//wi'themeikleMou: And there will be Tarn the Blutcer,

With Andrew the Tinkler, I trow ; And there will be bow'd-legged Robbie,

With thumblefs Katie's Goodman 5 And there will be blue-cheeked Dowbie,

And Laivrie the Laird of the Land. Fy let m, &c.

And there will be Sow libber Paur, And plucky-fac'd tjfijfii* the Mill,

Capper-nos'd Franckand Gibbte, Tiiat wins in the How of the Hill ■

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And there wiH be AlafterSibbie, Wha in with black Bejfy did mool,

With fnivelling Lilly and Tibby, The Lafs that ftands aft on the StooL

Fylet us, &c.

And Madge that was buckled to Steenk,

And coft him gray Breeks to his AiTe9 Wha after was hangit for dealing,

Great Mercy it happen'd nae warfe t And there will be gleed Geordy ^fanners,

And Kirjh with the Lilly-white Leg, Wha gadeto the South for Manners,

Andbang'd up her Wamein Mom-meg* Ty let us, &c.

And there will be Juden Mc.lawrh,

And blinking daft Barbara Mc.leg, Wi'flae-lugged fharny-fae'd Lawrie?

And fhangy mou'd haluket Meg. And there will be happer-ars'd N*njy9

And fairy fa c'd Flourie by Name $ Muck Madie, and fat hippit Grify,

The Lafs wi5 the Gowden Wame. Tyletus, 6c c.

And there will be Girn-again-Glbtie,

With his glakit Wife Jenny Bell, And Mifle-fhin'd Mungo Mc.apie,

The Lad that was Skipper himfeK There Lads and LafTes in Pearlings

Will feaft in the Heart of the Ha*, On Sybows, andRifarts, andCarKngs^

That are baith fodden and raw. 'Eyleius, 6c c.

And

And there will be Fadges and Bracheny

WithFouthof goodGabbocks of Skater Powfowdy, and Drammock, and Crowdy,

And caller Nowt-feet in a Plate. And there will be Partansand Buckies*

And Whytens and Speldens enew, With finged Sheep-heads, and a Haggles^

AndScadlipstofup till ye fpew» Fyletus, &c».

And there will be fapperrd Milk JCebbucfcs^

AndSowens, and Farles, and Baps, With Swats, and well {craped Paunches*

And Brandy in Stoups and in Caps: And there will be Meal-kail and Cafiocks^

With Skink to fup till ye rive ; And Roafts to roaft on a Brander,,

Of Flowks that were taken alive. Py let us, 6c c.

Scrapt Haddocks, Wilks, Dtilfe and Tangle^

And a Mill of good Snifhing to prie j When weary with eating and drinking*

We'll rife up and dance till we die* Then fy let us a? to the Bridal,

For there will be lilting there,. Tor Jocky'Wo be marrfdto Maggie*

The Lafs w? the Gawden Hair,

The Highland Laddie.

TH E Lawland Lads think they are fine* But O they're vain and gaudy ! How much unlike thatgracefu' Mein, And manly Looks of my Highland Laddie I

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Q my bonny bonny Highland Laddie, My handfome charming Highland Laddie:, May Heaven flill guard, and Love reward Our Lawland Lafs and her Highland Laddie.

It I were free at Will to chufe

To be the wealthier!: Lawland Lady,

I'd take young Donald without Trews, With Bonnet blue, and belted Plaidy.

O my bonny, &c.

The braweft Beau in Borrows-town, In a' his Airs, with Art made ready8

Compar'd to him, he's but a Clown j He's finer far in's Tartan Plaidy.

Omy honny, 5cc,

O'er benty Hill with him I'll run,

And leave my Lawland Kin and Dady ;

Frae Winter's Cauld and Summer's Sun, He'll fcfeen me with his Highland Plaidy.

Omy bonny, Sec.

A painted Room, and filken Bed,

May pleafe a Lawland Labd and Lady $

But I can kifs, and be as glad

Behind a Bum in's Highland Plaidy.

Omy bonny, &c.

Few Compliments between us pafs, lea' him my dear Highland Laddie*

And he ca's me his Lawland Lafs, Syne rows me in. beneath his Plaidy,

Q my bonny, &'c.

Nae

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Nae greater Joy I'll e'er pretend, Thanthat his Love prove true and fteady,

Like mine to him, which ne'er fhal! end.,

While Heaven prefervesmy Highland Laddie.

O my bonny, 6cc,

ALLAN- WATER*

Or, My Love Annie 'svery bonny. .

WHAT Number (hall the Mufe repeat? What Verle be found to praife my Annie} On her tea thousand Graces wait,

Each Swain admires, and owns fhe's bonny. Since firft (lie trod the happy Plain,

She fet eacli youthful Heart on Fire j Each Nymph does to her Swain complain^, That Annie kindles new Deli re.

This lovely Darling dearefl: Care,

This new Delight, chit charming Annk> Like Summer's Dawn, fhe's frefh and fair,

W hen Flora s fragrant Breezes fan ye. All Day the am'rous Youths conveen,

Joyous they fport and play before her 5 All Nighr, when fhe no more is feen,

In blifsfui Dreams they ftill adore heiv

Among the Crowd Amyntor came,

He look d, he lov'd, he bow'd to Annie \ His Fifing Sighs exprefs his Flame,

His Wo -ds were few, his Wifh^s many. ^fithSmi es the lovely Maid reply'd,

Kind Shepherd, whv fhould 1 deceive ye ! Alas! your Love iu(l: be deny'd,

This deftin'd Breaft can ne'er relieve ye.

Young

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T@ung B'.irmn came with Cupid's Art,'"

His Wyles, his Smiles, his Charms beguiliflgr He ftole away my Virgin Heart $

Ceafe, poor Amyntor, ceafe bewailing. Some brighter Beauty you may find,

On yonder Plain the Nymphs are many j. Then chufe (orae Heart that's-unconfin'd,.

And leave to Damon his own Annie* C*

tfbe Collierrs banny Lajfie*

TH E Collier has a Daughter, And O'fhe's wond'rous bonny** A Laird he was that fought herr

Rich baith in Lands and Money s The Tutors watch'd the Motion Of this young honeft Lover -y But Love is like the Ocean j Wha can its Depth difcover!'.

He had the Art to pleafe ye*.

And was by a' refpefted * His Airs fat round him eafy>,

Genteel, but unafFetled. The Collier's bonny LafTie.,

Fair as the new-blown Lillie^ Ay fweet, and never faucy,

Secur'd the Heart of Willy..

He lov'd beyond Expreflion The Charms that were abouthery

And panted for PofTefTion, His Life was dull without her.

After mature refolving,

Clofe to his Breaft he held her. In fafeft Flames difiblving,

He tenderly thus tell'd her*

My bonny Collier's Daughter*

Let naithingdifcompofe ye, 'lis no yourfcanty Tocher

Shall ever gar me lofe ye :' ■ For I have Gear in Plenty,

And Love fays, 'tis my Duty To ware what Heaven has lent me„

Upon your Wit and Beauty.

Where HELEN lies.

To in Mourning.

AH! why thofe Tears in Nelly's Eyes? To hear thy tender Sighs and Cries, Tne Gods ftands lift'ning from the Skies,

Pleas'd with thy Piety. To mourn the Dead, dear Nymph, forbear-!. Andof one dying take a Care, Who views thee as an Angel fair, Or fome Divinity.

O be Iefs graceful, or more kind, And cool this Fever of my Mind, Caus'd by the Boy fevere and blind j

Wounded I figh for thee j While hardly dare f hope to rife To fuch a Height by Hymen's Ties,. To lay me down where Helen lies,

And with thy Charms be free.

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Then muft I hide my Love and diej When fuch a fovereign Cure is by > Koj file can love, and I'll go try,

What'er my Fate may be -, Which foon I'll read in her bright Eyes, With thofe dear Agents I'll advife, They tell the Truth when Tongues tell Lyes,

The leaft believ'd by me.

SONG,

To the Tune of, Galhwjhiels.

AH the Shepherd's mournful Fate, When doom'd to love, and doom'd to languifh, To bear the fcornful Fair-one's Hate,

Nor dare diklofe his Anguifh. Yet eager Looks, and dying Sighs,

My fecret Soul difcover, While Rapture trembling thro' mine Eyes,

Reveals how much I love her. The tender Glance, the redning Cheek,

O'erfpread with rifing Blufhes, A thoufand various Ways they fpeak

A thoufand various "Wifhes.

For oh ! that Form fo heavenly fair,

Thofe languid Eyes fo fweetiy fmll'wgy That artlefs Blum, and modeft Air,.

So fatally beguiling. Thy every Look, and every Grace,

So charm whene'er I view thee ; Till Death o'ertake me in theChace,

Still will my Hopes purfue thee. Then when my tedious Hours are pair,

Be this laft Blefling given, Low at thy Feet to breath my laft,

And die in fight of Heaven*

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To C L A R 1 N D A. A SONG,

To the Tune of, I wifh my Love were in a Mire*

BLEST as tti immortal God is he, The Youth who fondly fits by thee, ^ind bears and fees thee all the -while Softly freak a ad J weetly (mile, & c. So fpoke and fmil'd the Eaftern Maid, Like thine, Seraphick were her Charms, Tha« in Circafia's Vineyards ftray'd, And blefr. the wifeft Monarch's Arms.

A thoufand Fair of high Defert, Strave toenc'.ant the amorous King} But the Circafian gain'd his Heart, And taught the Royal Card to fing. Clar'mda thus our Sang infpires, And claims the fmooth and hiorheft Lays? But while each Charm our Bofom tires, Words feem too few to found her Praife*

Her Mind in ev'ry Grace complete, To paint furpafles human Skill : Her Majefty, mixt with the Sweet, Let Seraphs fing her if they will. Whilft wond'ring, with a Ravifh'd Eye, We all that's perfecT: in her view, Viewing a Sifter of the Sky, To whom an Adoration's due8

A

(116) A SONG.

To the Tune, Lochaber no tHore,

FA R E W E L to Lovbaber, and farewel my Jean, Where heartfome with thee I've mony Day been* For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more. We'll may be return to Loebaber no more; Thefe Tears that I fhed, they are a' for my Dear, And no for the Dangers attending on Weir, Tho' bore on rough Seas to a far bloody Shore, May b e to return to Lochaber no more.

Tho'Harryeanes rife, and rife ev'ry Wind, They'll ne'er make a Tempeft like that in my Mind, Tho' loudeft of Thunder on lowder Waves roar, That's uaithing like leaving my Love on the Shore, To leave thee behind me, my Heart h fair pain'd j By Eafe that*s inglorious, no Fame can be gain'd s And Beauty and Love's the Reward ot theBraye, And I muft deferve it before I can crave.

Then Glory my Jemy maun plead my Excufe, Since Honour commands me, howcanlrefufe? Without it I ne'er can have Merit for thee, And without thy Favour, I'd better not be? I gae then my Lafs, to win Honour and Fame,' And it I fhould luck to come glorioufly hame, I'll bring a Heart to thee with Love running o'er^ And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more. i

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fhe auld Goodman*

LATE in an Evening forth I went, A little before the Sun g :de down, And there I chane'd by Accident,

To light on a Battle new begun: A Man and his Wife was fawn in a Strife,

Icanna well tell ye how it began j But ay (he waii'd her wretched Life,

And cry'd ever alake, my auld Goodman. H E. Thy auld Goodman that thou tells of,

The Country kens where he was born, Was buta filly poor Vagabond,

And ilka ane leugh him to fcorn ; For he did fpend, and make an End

Of Gear tha; his Forefathers wan, He gart the Poor (land frae the Door,

Sae tell nae mair of thy aiud Goodman,

She.

My Heart alake, is 1'ken to break,

When I think on my winfome John, His blinkan Eye, and Gate fa free,

Was naithing like thee, thou dofend Drone. His rofie Face and flaxen Hair,

And a Skin as white as ony Swan, Was large and tall, and comely with all,

And thou'lt never be like my auld Goodman. H E. Why dofr. thou pleen ? I thee maintain ;

For Meal and Mawt thou difna want; But thy wild Bees I canna pleafe,

Now when our Gear 'gins to grow fcant.

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Of Houfhold-StutY thou hail enough,

Thou wants for neither Pot nor Ban j Of ficklike Ware he left thee bare,

Sae 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 togither lay

In Arms into a well made Bed. But now I figh and may 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 Goodman.

Then coming was the Night fae dark,

And gane was a' the Light of Day *, The Carle was fear'd to mifs his Mark,

And therefore wad nae langer ftay. Then up he gar, and he ran his Way;

I trow the Wife the Day fhe wan, And ay the O'erword of the Fray

Was ever, Alake my add Goodman.

SONG.

To the Tune of, Valiant J o c k y. 0» a beautiful but very young Lady.

BEAUTY from Fancy takes its Arms, And ev'ry common Face fome Breaft may move., Some in a Lo :>k; a Shape, or Air, find Charms, To juftify their Choice, or boaft their Loye.

But

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But had the great Jpeiles feen that Face, When he the Cyprian Goddefs drew, He had negle&ed all the Female Race, Thrown his firff Venus by, and copied you. In thatDefign, Great Nature would combine To fix the Standard of her facred Coin; The charming Figure had enhanc'd his Fame, And Shrines been rih'4to Seraphim's Name. II. But fince no Painter e'er could take

That Face, which baffles all his curious Art; And he that drives the bold Attempt to make, As well might paint the Secrets 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 1 would graip,and file O'er ali the Orbi though in that Moment die. III. Let meaner Beauties fear the Day,

Whofe Charms are fading, and lubmit to Timei The Graces which from them it fteals away,

It with a laviih Hand ftill adds to thine. The God of Love in Ambuffc lies,

And with bis Arms furrounds the Fair, He poi'nts his conquering Arrows in thefe Eye?, Tiien hangs a fharpen'dDavtat every Hair. As with fata' Skill, Turn which Way you will, Like Eden's flaming Sword each Way you kill ; So ripening if ears Improve rich Nature's Store, And give Peife&iori to the Golden Ch*e. P.

Lafs

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Lafs with a Lump of Land.

GTE me a Lafs with a Lump of Land, And we for Life mall gaftg the gither, Tho' daft or wife I'll never demand,

Or black Or fair, itmakfna whether. I'm aff with Wit, and Beauty will fade,

And Blood alane is no worth a Shying j But me that's rich, her Market's made, For ilka Charm about her is killing.

Gi'e me a Lafs with a Lump of Land,

And in my bofom I'll hug my Treafure j Gin I had anes her Gear in my Hand,

Shou'd Love turn dowf, it will find Pleafure^ Laugh on wha likes, but there's my Hand,

I hate with Poortith, tho' bonny, to meddle, 'Unlefs they bring Cam, or a Lump of Land,

They'fe never get me to dance to their Fiddle.

There's meikle good Love in Bands and Bags,

And Siller and Gowd's a fweet Complexion j But Beauty, and Wir, and Virtue in Rags,

Have tint the Art of gaining Afte&ion. Love tips his Arrows with Woods and Parks,

And Caftles, andHiggs, and Moors, and Meadows, And naithing can catch our modern Sparks,

But well tocher'd LaiTes or jointer'd Widows.

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The Complaint.

To B. 1. G.

To the Tune of, Whenabfent, &c;

WHEN abfent from the Nymph I love, I'd fain fbake off the Chains I wear § But whilft I ftrive thefe to remove, More Fetters I'm oblig'd to bear. MycaptiVdfancJ^)ay and Night

Fairer and fairer reprefents 'Belinda, form'd for dear Delight, tUf

But cruel Caufe of my Complaints.

Al! Day I wander through the Groves,

And fighing hear from ev'ry Tree \

The happy Birds chirping their Loves,

Happy compar'd with lonely me, When gentle Sleep with balmy Wings

To reft fans ev'ry weary'd Wight, A thoufand Fears my Fancy brings,

That keep me watching all the Night.

Sleep flies, while like the Goddefs fair,

And all the Graces in her Train, With melting Smiles and killing Air

Appears the Caufe of all my Pain. A while my Mind delighted flies,

O'er all her Sweets with thirling Joy, Whilft want of Worth makes Doubts arife,

That all my trembling Hopes deftroy.

Thus while my Thoughts are fix'd on her,

I'm all o'er Tranfport and Defire : My Pulfe beats high, my Cheeks appear

AllRofes, and mine Eyes all Fire.

F 2 Wheat

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When to my felf I tuni my View,

My Veins grow chill, my Cheeks look wan Thus whilft my Fears my Pains renew,

I Scarcely look or move a Man.

He young Lafs contra auld Man,

TH E Carle he came o'er the Croft, And his Beard new fhaven, He look'd at me, as he'd been daft,

The Carle trows that f wad hae him. Howt away I winna hae him ! '

Na forfooth 1 winna hae him ! For a' his Beard new (haven, Ne'er a Bit will I hae him.

A filler Broach he gae me niefr,

To faften on my Curchea nooked, I wor'd a wi'upon my Breaft ;

But foon ahke! the Tongue o't crooked i And fae may his, I wiana hae him,

Na forfooth I winna hae him! An twice a Bairn's, aLafs'sJeft;

Sae ony Fool for me may hae him*

The Carle has nae Fault butane ;

For he has Land and Dollars Plenty 5 But waes me for him ! Skin and Bane

Is no for a plump Lafs of twenty. Howt away, I winna hae him,

Nay forfooth, I winna hae him, What fignifies his dirty Riggs,

And Cafh without a Man with them,

Siit

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But (hou'd my canker'd Dady gar

Me take him 'gainft my Inclination, I warn the Fumbler to beware,

That Antlers dinna claim their Station. Howt awa, I winna hae him !

Na forfooth, I winna hae him ! I'm flee'd to crack the haly Band,

Sae Lawty fays, 1 fhou'd na hae him.

VIRTUE and WIT.

The Prefervatives of Love and Beauty. To the Tune of, Gillikrmky*

HE.

CONFESS thy Love, fairblufhing Maidi For fince thine Eye's confenting, Thy fofter Thoughts are a' betray'd,

And Nayfays no worth tenting. Why aims thou to oppofe thy Mind*.

With Words thy Wifh denying? Since Nature made thee to bekind> Reafon allows complying.

Nature and Reafon's joint Confent

Make Love a facred BleiTing, Then happily thatTime is fpent,

That's war'd on kind Carefling $ Come then my Katie to my Arms,

I'll be nae mair a Rover j But find out Heaven in a' thy Charms*

And prove a faithful Lover.

F a SHE.

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SHE.

What you defignby Nature's Law,

Is fleeting Inclination, That Willy— WiCp bewilds us a*

By its Infatuation. When that goes out, CarefTes tire,'

And Love's nae mair in Seafon, Syne weakly we blaw up the Fire,

.With all our boafted Reafon.

H E,

The Beauties of inferior Caft

May ftart this jufl: Reflection 5 But Charms like thine maun always Iaft,

Where Wit has the Protection. Virtue and Wir, like AprtlRays,

Make Beauty rife the Tweeter j 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 Flowers were t refh and gay, One Morning by the break of Day, Sweet Chloe, chafte and fair j

From peaceful Slumber fhe arofe, Girt on her Mantle and her Hofe, And o'er the flow'ry Mead fhegoesi To breath a purer Air.

Her

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1 Her Looks fo fweet, fo gay her MeinJ Her handfome Shape and Drefs fo clean, She look'd all o'er like Beauty's Queen, Dreft in her beft Array,

The gentle Winds and purling Stream EfTay'd to whifper Chloe's Name, ^The lavage Beafts, till then ne'er tame, Wild Adoration pay.

The feather'd People one might fee; l

Perch'd all around her on a Tree, 4With Notes of fweeteft Melody They a£ a chearful Part.

The dull Slaves on the tOiMfome FIow,^ Their wearied Necks and Knees do bow* A glad Subjection there they vow,

To pay with all their Heart.

The bleating Flocks 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 Forth that foarn'd, and roar'd e'er whilej1 plides calmly down asfmoothasOil, Thro* all its charming Crooks,

The finny Squadrons are content, To leave their wat'ry Element, In gla&ie Numbers down they bent£ They flutter all along.

£ & The

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The Infers and each creeping thing* Join to make up the rural Ring, All frisk and dance, if ihe but fing, And make a jovial Throng.

Kind Phoebus now began to rife, And paint with Red the Eaftern Skiesa Struck with the Glory of her. Eyes, He fhrinks behind a Cloud,

Her Mantle on a Bough fhe lays, And all her Glory fhe difplays, She left all Nature in Amaze,

And skip'd into the Wood; X.

Lady Anne BothweVs Lament.

BALOW, my Boy,Iy ftillandfleep, Itgrivesme fore to hear thee weep j Ir thou'lt be filent, Til be glad, Thy Mourning makes my Heart full fad. Balow, my Boy, thy Mother's Joy, Thy Father bred me great Annoy. Balow \ my Boy, ly dill and Jleep, Itgriivs me fore tp hear thee weep,

Balow, my Darling, fleep awhile, And when thou wak'ft then fweetly fnailc 5 But f mile not as thy Father did, To cozen Maids, nay God forbid } For in thine Eye, his Look 1 fee, The tempting Look that tuin'd me; Balow, my Boy, Sec.

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III.

When hebegan to court my Love, And with his fugar'd Words to move, His tempting Face and flatt'ringChear, In Time to me did not appear 5 But now I fee that cruel he, Cares neither for his Babe nor me, BaloWf my Bey, ckc.

IV. Farewel, farewel, thou falfeft Youth, That ever kifs'd a Woman's Mouth, Let never any after me, Submit unto thy Courtefy, Foiv if they do, O ! cruel thou Wilt her abufe, and care not how. Balozv, my Boy, dec,

V. I was too credlous at the firft, To yield thee ali a Maiden diufr, Thou fwore for ever true to prove, . Thy Faith unchang'd, unchang'd thy Love, But quick as Thought the Change is wrought,, Thy Love's no more, thy Promife nought* Bakvp, my Boy } ckc.

VI. 7 wifh 1 were a maid again, From voung Men's flattery I'd refrain, . For now unto my Grief I find, They all are pes jurJd and unkind 1 Bewitching Charms bred all my Harms Witnefs my Babe lies in my Arms. Balow3wy Boy, &c.

VII. I take my Fate from bad to worfe, That 1 muft needs be now a Nur(e3

F 5. And

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And lull my young Son on my Lap, Prom mefweet Orphan take the Pap, Balow, my Child, thy Mother mild Shall wail as from allBlifs exil'd. Balow 9 my Boy, &c.

VIII. Balow, my Boy, weep not for me,' Whofcgreateft Grief's for wronging thee, Nor pity her deferved Smart, Who can blame none but her fond Heart j For, too foon trufting latefl finds, With faireft Tongues are falfeft Minds. Balow9tayBoysSzc»

IX. Balow, my Boy, thy Father's fled, When he the thriftlefs Son has play?d, Of Vows and Oaths, forgetful he Preferr'd the Wars to thee and me. But now perhaps thy Curfe and mine Make him eat Acorns with the Swine, Balow, my Boy, 5c c,

X. But curfe not him, perhaps now he^ Stung with Remorfe, isbleflmg thee : Perhaps at Death j for who can tell Whether the judge of Heaven and Hell,' By forne proud Foe has ftruckthe Blow,* And laid the dear Deceiver low. Balow, t?iyBoy,&c

XI. I wifli I were into the Bounds, Where he lies fmother'd in his Wounds^ Repeating as he pants for Air, My Name, whom once he call'd his Fair.

No

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No Woman's yet fo fiercely fet, But fhe'il forgive, tho' not forget.

Balow, my Boy, ckc.

XII. If Linen lacks, for my Love's Sake,1 Then quickly to him would I make My Smock once for his Body meet, And wrap him in that Winding-Sheet, Ah me! how happy had I been, If he had ne'er been wrapt therein.

B alow, my Boy, &c.

XIII. Balow, my Boy,rilweepforthee5 Too foon, aIake,thoul'tweepforme.- Thy Griefs are growing to a Sum, God grant thee Patience when they come ; Born to fuftain thy Mother's Shame, A haplefs Fate, a Ballard's Name.

Balow, my Boy, ly dill andjleep,

It grieves me fore to hear thee weep.

SONG-

She Raife and Loot me ml

TH E Night her filent Sable wore, And gloomy were the Skies : Of glitt'ring Stars appear'd no more

Than thofe in Nelly's Eyes. [When at her Father's yaie I knock'd,

Where I had often been, She, fhrowded only with her Smock* Arofeandlootmein.

Faft

Fafi: lockM within her clofe Embrace,

She trembling flood afham'd: Her fwelling Bread and glowing Face,

And ev'ry Touch enflanVd. My eager Paffion I obey'd,

Refolv'd the Fort to win : And her tond Heart was foon betray'cl

To yield, and let me in.

Then, then, beyond exprefTing,

Tianfporting was the Joy; I knew no greater Bleffing,

So bleft a Man was I. And fhe, all ravifh'd with Delight,

Bid me of t come again ; And kindly vow'd, that ev'ry Night

She'd rife and let me in.

But ah ! at laft fhe prov'd with Bairn,

And fighingfatand dull, And I that wasasmuch concern'd, £. .

Lookd e'en juffc like a Fool. Her lovely Eyes with Tears ran o'er,

Repenting her rafh Sin : She figh'd, and curs'd the fatal Hour*

That e'er fhe loot me in*

B ut w h o cou *d c r ue 1 Iy d e c e i v e,

Or from fuch Beauty part ? I lov'd her f o, I could not leave

The Charmer of my Heart ; But wedded, and conceal'd our Crime :

Thus all was well again, And now fhe thanks the happy Time

That e'er fhe loot me in. z »

SONG.

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SONG.

jf Love's, a fweet PaJJtm,

IF Love's a fweet Pafflon, why does it torment * If a bitter, O tell me whence comes my Complaint £ Since I fuffer with Pleafure, why mould I complain* Or grieve at my Fate, (ince 1 know 'lis in vain, Yet fo pleafing the Pain is, fo foft is the Dart, That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my Heart*

I grafp her Hand's gently, look languifhing down, And by paflionate Silence I make my Love known. But oh! how I'm bleis'd when fo kind Qie does prove, By fome willing Miflake todifcover her Love.' When in ftriving to hide, fhe reveals all her Flame, Anci our Eyes tell each other what neither dare name.

How pleafing is Beauty 5 how fweet are the Charms ? How delightful Embraces ? how peaceful her Arms ? Sure there's nothing fo eafy as learning to love 3. *ris taught us on Earth, and by all things above : And to Beauty's bright Standard all Heroes muft yiekf, For 'tis Beauty that conquers, and keeps the fair Field.

X.

H

John Ochiltree.

O N E S T Man John Ochiltree.-, Mine ane mid John Ochiltree,

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Wtlt thou come o'er the Moor to me,

And dance as thou was wont to do. Idlake, alah! Ivoomtodo!

Ohm, Ohon ! 1 wont to do ! Now wont to do's vway frae me,

Irae filly auld John Ochiltree, Honeft Man John Ochiltree,

Mine ane auld John Ochiltree ; Come anes out o'er the Moor to me^

And do but what thou dow to do. Alake, alake 1 1 dow to do !

Walaways ! Idozv to do ! To whojl and hirple o'er my Tree,

My honny Moor-powt is a* I may M,

Walaways John Ochiltree,

For mony a Time I tell'd to thee^ Thou rade fae faft by Sea and Land,

And wadna keep a Bridle-hand ; Thou'd tine the Beaft, thy fell wad die>

My filly auld John Ochiltree* Come to my Arms my bonny thing,

Andchear me up to hear thcefing $ 'And tell me o3er a* we hae done,

¥or Thoughts maun now my Life foft aitr!

Gae thy ways John Ochiltree :

Hae done ! it has nae Sa'r wi' mej I'll let the Beaft in throw the Land,

She'll may be fas in a better Hand.' Even fit thou there, and think thy fill,

For I'll do as I wont to do ftiU: &;

SONG.

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SONG.

To the Tune of, Jenny beguile the Wehpn The auld Chorus.

Up Stairs, down Stairs,

Timber Stairs jea r me. Tm laitb to ly a' Night my lanel

And jonny's Bed fae near mil

I.

OMither dear, I' gin to fear, Tho'I'mbaith good and bony* I winna keep ; for in my Sleep

I ftart and dream of Johny. When %ohny then comes down the Glen>

To woo me, dinna hinder j But with Content gi' your Content g For we twa ne'er can finder. II. Better to marry, than mifcarry ;

For Shame and Skaith's the Clink o*i; To thole the ©ool, to mount the Stool,

I downa 'bide to think o't $ Sae while 'tis Time, I'll fhun the Crime/.

That gars poor Ef>ps gae whinging, LWith Hainches fau, andEenfae blew* To a' the Be'drals bindging. III. Had Eppys Apron bidden down, The Kirk had ne'er a kend it j But when the Word's gane thro' the TpWftJ Make '. how can fhe mend it,

No

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NowTam maun face the Minifter,

And fhe maun mount the Pillar 5 And that's the Way that they maun gae^

For poor Folk has nae Siller. IV. Now ha'd ye'r Tongue, my Daughter young,

Reply'd the kindly Mither, Get Johny's Hand in haly Band,

Syne wap ye'r Wealth together, I'm o' the Mind, if he be kind,

Ye'lldo your Part difcreetly j And prove a Wife, will gar his Life,

And Barrel run right i weedy.

SONG.

To the Tune of, Wat ye wha I met Teftreen, &c.

I.

OF all the Birds, whofe tuneful Throats Do welcome in the verdant Spring, I far prefer the Stirling's Notes, And think fhe does moil iweetly fing. NorTrufh, nor Linnet, nor the Bird, Brought from the far Canary Coaft* j

Nor can the Nightingale afford Such Melody as me can boafh IT. When Vhocbtts fouthwards darts his Fife*, And on our Plains he looks askance,. The Nightingale with him retires, My Stirling makes my Blood. ;o dance* . ,

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In fpite of Hyems* nipping Froft, Whether the Day be dark or clear, Shall I not to her Health entoaft, Who makes it Summer all the Year >

III. Then by thy felf, my lovely Bird, I'll ftroke thy Back, and kifs thy Breaft j And if you'll take my honeft Word, As facred as before the Prieft}. I'll bring thee where I will devife Such various Ways to pleafure thee. The Velvet-fog thou will delpife, When on the Downy-bills with me . T. R.

SONG.

To its own Twe*

IK January hft, On Munanday at Morn, As through the Fields I paft,

To view the Winter Corn, Hooked me behind,

And fa w come o'er the Know, Ane glancing in her Apron, With a bonny brent Brow.

I faid, Good-Morrow, fair Maid j And fhe right courteoufly

Return'daBeck, and kindly faid, Gfod Day, fweet Sir, to yon.

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Ifpear'd, myDear, howfarawa

Do ye intend to gae ? Quoth me, I mean a Mile or twa, put o'er yon broorny Brae.

Fair Maid, I'm thankfu* to my Fate*

To have fie Company j For I am ganging ftraight that Gate?

Where ye intend to be; ^When we had gane a Mile or twain,

I (aid to her, my Dow, May we not lean us on this Plain,

And kifs your bonny Mou.

S H E.

Kind Sir, ye are a wi'rniftanej

For I am nane of thefe, I hope ye fome mair Breeding kens

Than to rufile Women's Claife : For may be I have chofen ane,

And plighted him my Vow, Wha may do wi'me what helikes^

Andkif s me bonny Mou.

H i. Na, if ye are contracted, \

Ihaenae mair to fay : Rather than be rejected,

I will gie o'er the Play ; Andchufeanither, will refpect

My Love, and one me rew j And let me clafp her round the Neck,

Andktfs her bonny Mou.

She^ O Sir, ye are proud-hearted,

And laith to be faid Nay, £Ke ye wad ne'er a ftarted ? For ought that I did lay 6

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For Women in their Modefty

Atfirfttheywinnabowi *

But if we like your Company;

JVe'll prove as kind as you. &

SON G.

To the Tune of, Vllnwer have thpl

I.

ON E Day I heard Mary fay, How fhall I leave thee? Stay, dearth Adonis, flay,

Why wilt thou grieve me. Alas J my iond Heart will break,

If thou mould leave me. I'll live and die for thy Sake.5

Yet never leave thee.

II. Say, lovely Adonis, lay,

Has Mary deceived thee? Bid e'er her young Heart betray

New Love, that has griev'd thee I My canftant Mind ne'er {hall ftray,

Thou may believe me. Til love thee, Lad, Night and Day*

And never leave thee.

III. Adonis, my charming Youth,

What can relieve thee ? Can Mary thy Anguilh footh ?

This Breaft fhall receive thee*

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My PafHon can ne'r decay,

Never deceive thee: Delight mall drive Pain away,

Pleafure revive thee.

IV. But leave thee, leave thee, Lad,

How fhall I leave thee ? O! that Thought makes me fad,

I'll never leave thee. Where would my Adonis fly ?

Why does he grieve me ? Alas! my poor Heart will die,

If I mould leave thee. C.

Sleepy JBody> drowfy Body.

SOmnolente, Qu&forepentel Vigila, vive, metange* Somnolent e, qu&fo, Sec.

Gtimme ambiebas,

Videri volebas Amor Is negotiis apt us ;

Sedfctttus metritus, Es femifopitus, Etfemper afomnio captus.

O fleepy Body,

And drowfy Body, O wihuna waken, and turn thee s

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To drivel and draunt,

While liigh and gaunt, Gives me good Reafon to fcorn the«,

IV. When thou fhouldft be kind,

Thou turns fleepy and blind-, And fnoters and fnores far frae med Wae light on thy Face,

Thy drowfy Embrace Is enoughto gar me betray three. Qj

General LeflyV March to Long-maftoa

Moor.

MARCH, march, Why the D— .do ye na march I Stand to your Arms, my Lads, Fight in good Order. Front about ye Musketeers all, Till ye come to the Engli/h Border.1

Stand till* t, and fight like Men,

True Gofpel to maintain. -•;

The Parliament blythtofee us a coining*

When to the Kirk we come,

We'll purge it ilka Room, Frae Fopifi Relicks and a5 fie Innovations»

That a' the Warld may fee,

There's nane i: the Right but we,

Of the zuldScotifh Nation.

Jenny [hall wear the Hood,

foeky the Sark of G o d i

And

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'And the Kift fou of Whittles, That make fie a Cleiro,

Our Pipers braw,

Shall hae them a'

What e'er come on ft.'

Busk up your Plaids, my Lads,

Cock up your Bonnets. March, March, &c,

S O N Ga

To the Tune of, I'll gar ye he fain u follow m,

He.

AD I E U 'or a while my native green Plains, My neareft Relations, and neighbouring SwainSj Dear Nelly frae trtefe I'd ftart eafily free, Were Minutes nor Ages, while abfent frae thee.

She. Then tell me the Reafon thou does not obey The Pleadings of Love, but thus hurries awayj Alake, thou Deceiver, o'er plainly I fee, A lover fae roving will never mind me.

H E. The Reafon unhappy, is owing to Fate That gave me a Being without an Eftate, Which lays a neceffity now upon me, To purchafe a Fortune for Pleafure to thee.

She. Small Fortune may ferve where Love has the Sway, Then Johny be counfel'd na langer to ftray, For while thou proves conftant in Kindnefs to me, Contented I'll ay find a Treafure in thee.

He.

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H E.

Oceafe, my dear Charmer, elfe foon I'll betray, A Weaknefs unmanly, and quickly give way To Fondnefs which may prove a Ruin to thee, APaintous baitb, and Di (honour to me.

Bearwitnefs, ye Streams, and witnefs ye Flowers, Sear witnefs ye watchful invifi bJe Powers, If ever my Heart be unfaithful to thee, May naithing propitious e'er fmile upon me.

SONG.

To the Tune of

BUSK ye, busk ye, my bony Bride-, Busk ye, busk ye, my bony Marrow % Busk ye, busk ye, my bony Bride,

Busk andgo to the Braes of Yarrow $ There will we (port and gather Dew,

D^ncingwhiieLavrocksflngthe Mornings There learn frae Turtles to prove true ; O Bell ne'er vex me with thy Scorning.

To Weftling Breezes Flora yields,

And when the Beams are kindly warming, Blythnefs appears o'er all the Fields,

And Nature looks mair frefh imd charming. Learn frae the Burns that trace the Mead,

Tho* on their Banks the Rofes blofTom, Yethaftylie they flow to Tweed,

£nd pour their Sweetnefs in his Bofom.

Haft

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Haft ye, haft ye, my bony Bell, '

Haft to my arms, and there I'll guard theea With free Confent my Fears repel,

I'll with my Love and Care reward thee. Thus fang I faftly to my Fair,

Wha rais'd my Hopes with kind relenting! O Queen of Smiles, I ask nae mair,

Since now my bony Bell's consenting.

Com Riggs an bony.

MY Vatie is a Lover gay, His Mind is never muddy, His breath is fweeter than new Hay,

His Face is fair and ruddy. HisShnpeis handfome, middle Sizes

He's ftately in his Wawking $ The Shining of his Een iurprize $ fTis Heaven to 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, andvow'd he wad be mine,

And loo'd me beft of any 5 That gars me like to fingfinfynes

O Com Riggs are bony.

Let Maidens of a filly Mind

Refufe what maift they're wanting, Since we for yielding are defign'd,

Wechaft'ly mould be granting;

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Then ril comply, and marry Patei And fyne my Cockernony

He's free to touzle air or late, Where Corn Riggs are bony.'

Cf omlet^ Lilt.

SINCE all thy Vows, falfeMaidi; Are blown to Air, And my poor Heart betray'd

To fad Defpair, Into fome Wildernefs, My Grief I will exprefs,' And thy Hard-heartednels,1 O cruel Fair.

Have I not graven our Loves

On every Tree : In yonder fpreading Groves,

Tho'faHethoube: Was notafolemn Oath Plighted betwixt us both> Thou thy Faitrr, I my Troth;

Conftant to be.

Some gloomy Place I'll find, Some dolefulShade-,

Where neither Sun nor Wind E'er Entrance had ;

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Info that hollow Cave, There will Ifigh and rave, Becaufe thou do'ft behave So faithlefly.

"Wild Fruit fhall be my Meat;

111 drink the Spring, Cold Earth fhall be my Seat %

For Covering I'll have the (tarry Sky My Head to canopy, Umilmy Soul on high

Shall fpread its Wings.

I'll have no Funeral-Fire, Nor Tears formes

No Grave dot defire, NorObfequies:

The courteous Red-Breaft he

With Leaves will cover me,

And fing my Elegy,

With doleful Voice.

And when a Ghoft I am,

rilvifit thee; O thou deceitful Dame,

Whofe Cruelty •HaskilPdthekirideft Heart That e'er felt Cupid's Dart, And never can defert

From loving thee.

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SONG.

Wella'toKdCogo.

AN D ril-awa to bony Tweed-tide, And fee my Deary coni€ throw, And he fall be mine Git fae he incline, For I hate to lead Apes below.'

While young and fair,

I'll make it my Care, To fecure my fell in a Jo j

I'm no fie a Fool

To let my Blood cool," And fyne gae lead Apes below.

Few Words, bony Lad,

Willeithly perfuade, Tho' blufhing, I daftly fay no,

Gae on with your Strain,

And doubt not to gain, For I hate to lead Apes below. ,

Unty'dtoaMan,

Do what e'er we can, We never can thrive or dow :

Then I will do well,

Do better wha will, And let them lead Apes below.

Our Time is precious,

And Gods are gracious, ThatBeautiesupanusbeftowi

'Tis not to be thought,

We got them for nought. Or to be let up for Show.

G % 'Tis.

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*Tis carried by Votes, Come kilt up yere Coats,

Andlet us to Edinburgh go,

Where fhe that's bony May catch a Jonny,

And never lead Apes below.

William and Margaret.

An eld BALLAD.

P »np WAS at the fearful Midnight Hour,

jL When all were faft afleep, in gilded Margaret's grimly Ghoft,

And itood at William's Feet.

Her Face was pale, like April Morn,

Clad in a wifttry Cloud j And Clay-cold was her Lilly-hand,,

That held her fable Shroud,

So (hall the faired Face appear,

When Youth and Years are flown : Such is the Robe that Kings muft wears

WhenDeath has reft their Crewn.

Her Bloom was like the i pringing Flower

That fips the filver Dew > The Rofe was budded in her Cheek,

Jufi opening to the'View,

But Love had, like the canker Worm,

Conium'd her early Prime • The Rofe grew pale, and left her Cheek*

She dyM before her Time. Awake!

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Awake! fhe cry'd, thy trueXove calls*.

Come from her Midnight Grave j Now let thy Pity hear the Maidi

Thy Love refus'd to fave...

This is the dumb and dreary Hour,

When injur'd Ghofts complain, And aid the fecret Fears o.f Nig]?tr

To fright the fakhlefs Man.

Jtethinfc thee, AVilltAWi of thy Fault,..

Thy Pledge and broken Oath, And give me back my Maiden-V-ow» .

And give me back my Troth.

How could you fay, my Face was fasf,~

And yet that Face forfake t How could you win my Virgin-Hearts

Yet leave that Heart to break ?

Wh« did you promife Love to me,.

And not that Promife keep : Why {aid you, that my Eyes were bright^.

Yet left thefe Eyes to weept ?

How could you fwear, my Lip was fweeta

And made the Scarlet pale \ And why did I, young witleis Maid, ,

Believe theilatt'iing Tale ?

That Face, alas \ no more is fair 5

Thefe Lips no longer red : Dark are my Eyes, now clos'd in Deaths

Aad every Charm, is fled.

G j- Tlie

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The hungry Worm my Sifter is ;

This Winding-meet I wear : And cold and weary laftsour Night,

Till that laft Morn appear.

Buthavk/— — the Cock haswarn'd me hence— -^

A long and late Adieu! Come fee, falfe Man i how low Ihe lies,

That dy'd for Love of you.

The Lark fung out, the Morning fmil'd.

And vais'd her glift'ring Head : Tale William quak'd in every Limb a

Then, raving, left his Bed. J *JJ

lie hy'd him to the fatal Place

Where Margarets Body lay, And itretch'd him o'er the green Grafs Turf

That wrapt her breathlefs Clay.

And thrice he call'd on Margaret's Name,

And thrice he wept full fore : Then laid his Cheek on her cold Grave,

And Word fpoke neyer more. D. M

fbe COMPLAINT.

TH E Sun was funk beneath the Hill, Tne Weftern Cloud was lin'd with Cold : Clear was the Sky, the Wind was ftill,

The Flocks were penn'd within the Foldj When in the Silence of the Grove, Poor D awon thus defpair'd of Love,

Who

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Who feeks to pluck the fragrant Rofe, From the hard Rock or oozy Beech ?

Who from each Weed that barren grows* Expects the Grape or downy Peach l

With equal Faith may hope to find

The Truth of Love in Womankind.

No Flocks have I, or fleecy Care,

No Fields that waye with golden Grain,

No Paftures gieen, or Gardens fair, A Woman's venal Heart to gain,

Then all in vain my Sighs muft prove,

Whofe whole Eftate, alas/ isLoye.

How wretched is the faithful Youth,

Since Womens Hearts are bought and fold 2

They ask no Vows of facred Truth} When e'er they figh, they figh for Gold.

Gold can the Frowns of Scorn remove ; — — —

Thus I am fcorn'd, who have but Love.

To buy the Gems of India's Coaft,

What Wealth, what Riches would fufKce?

Yet India's Shore could never boaft, The Luftre of thy Rival Eyes :

For there the World too cheap muft prove j

Can I then buy ? — who have but Love.

Then, Mary, fince nor Gems, nor Ore

Can with thy brighter f elf compare, Bejuft, as fair, and value more,

Than Gems or Ore, a Heart flneere .» LetTreafure meaner Beauties prove ; Who pays thy Worth, muft pay in Love, X.

G4- SQNG.

S O N G.

To the Tune of, Montrofe'i Lms\

ITofs and tumble thro* the Night, And wife th8 approaching Day, Thinking when Darknefs yields toLight*

111 banifh Care away t But when the glorious Sun doth rife,

And chear all Nature round, All Thoughts or Pleafurein me dies j My Cares do fell abound*

My tortured and nneafy Mhid

Bereaves me of my Reft $ My Thoughts are to ail Pleafure blind,

With Care I'm (till oppreis'd : But had I her within my Bread,

Who gives me fo much Pain, My raptur'd Soul would be at Reft,

Andfofteft Joys regain0

I'd not envy the God of War,

Bleis'd with fair Venus' Charms* Nor yet the thundering Jupiter,

In fair Alcmena's Arms : Paris, Widi Helen's Beauty blcflv

Wou'd be a left tome} If of her Charms 1 werepoffeft,

Thrice happier I wou'd be.

But fince the Gods do not ordain

Such happy Fate for me, I dare not 'gainft their Willrepia Who rale my D«ftiny.

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With fprightly Wine 1*11 drown ray Care ',

And cherifh up my Soul ; When e'er I thinkon my loft Fair,

I'll drown her in the Bowl.

I Ablyi

The Deceiver.

I T H tuneful Pipe, and hearty Gieea Young Waty wan my Heart 5 blyther Lad ye cou'dna fee, All beauty without Art. His winning Tale Did foon prevail To gain my fond Belief 5 But foon the Swain Gangs o'er the Plain, And leaves me full, and leaves me full* And leaves me full of Grief,

Tho3 Colin courts with tuneful Sang,, ,

?"et few regard his Mane 5 The Laflts a' 'round Waty thrang, . While Colin's left alane ;

In Aberdeen

Was never feen A Lad that gave fie Pain,

He daily wooes,

And ft ill purfu.es. Till he does all, till he does all* *'

Till-he does all obtain, .

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But i oon as he has gain'd the Blifsa

Away then does he run, And hardiy will afford a Kifs, To filly me, undone :

Bony Katy,

Maggy, B tatty, Avoid the roving Swain;

His wyly Tongue

Befureto fhun, Or you, like me; or you, like me,

Like me will be undone.

The Widow,

TH E Widow can bake, and the Widow can brew, The Widow can fhape, 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 kifs her and clap he rye mauna be blate, Speak well and do better, for that's the bell: Gate To win a young Widow* my Laddie.

The Widow fhe's yourhfu', and never ae Hair,' The war of the Wearing, and has a good Skair OF every Thing lovely ; fhe's witty and fair,

And has a rich Joynier, my Laddie. What cou'd ye wifh better your Pleafure to crowa Tnan a Widow, thebonyeftToaftin the Town, With naithing, but draw in your Stool and fit down,

Andfport with the Widow, my Laddie f

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Then till'er and kill'er with Courtefie deal, Tho' ftark Love and Kindnefs be all ye can plead \ Be foeartfome and airy, and hope tofucceed,

With a bony gay Widow, my Laddie. Strike Iron while '• is het.it ye'd have ittowald, For Fortune ay favours the active and bauld, But ruins the Woer that's thowlefs and cauld,

Unfit for the Widow, my Laddie.

The Highland Lajffie. ..

TH E La wland Maids gang trig and fine, But aft they're four and unco fawfy, Sae proud they never can be kind,

Like my good humour'd Highland Lame, O, my bony, bony Highland LaJJie, My hearty failing Highland Lajfie, May never Care make thee lefsfair, But Bloom of Youth Jidl bkfs my Laffte.

Than ony Lafs in Barrowftourc,

Wha mak their Cheeks with Patches motie,

I'd t-ak my Katiebm a Gown,

Bare footed in her little Coti'e, O my I ony , Sec.

Beneath the Brier or Breckeri Buffi, When e'er I kifsand court my Dantie,. Happy and blyth asane waa will),

My fV'ghteren Heart gangs. pimepaitie0 Q my bony, Sec.

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O'es? higheft heathery Hills IJ11 ftenn,' With cockit Gun and Ratches tenty, TodvivetheDeeroutof their Den,

To feaft my Lafs on Diflies dainty. O my bony, Sec.

There's nane fhall dare by Deed or Word, 8Gainft her to wag a Tongue or Finger, While I can wield my trufty Sword,

Orfraemy Side whisk out a Whinger. O my bony, &c.

The Mountains clad with purple Bloom,

And Berries ripe invite my Treafure,

To range with me, let great Fowk gloom,

While Wealth and Pride confound their Fleafure. O, my bony, bony Highland LaJJie, My lovely foiling Highland LaJJie^ May never Care make thee lefs fair.

But Bloom of loath Jlillblejs my LaJJie.

Jocky Myth and gay.

L Y TH Jocky young and gay, „

Isallmy 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 Summer all the Year.

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kWhen 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 flaw my Heart frae me 5

0 eafe me of my Pain, And never (haw Difdain.

Well can my Jocky ky th

His Love and Courtefie, He made my Heart full blyth; When he firft f pake to me. His Suit I ill deny'd, He kifs'd and I comply'ds ,., Sae Jocky pr.omis'd me, That he wad faithful bes-

Fm glad when Jocky comes, Sad when he gangs away :

'Tis Night when Jocky glooms, But when he (miles, 'tis Day. When our Eyes meet I pant,'

1 colour, flgh and faint , • What Laf& that wad be kind, Can better tell her Mind ?

Had away frae me Donald,

OCome away* come away, Come away wi' me, Sfennyy Sic Frowns ! canna bear^frae ane Whafc Smiles anes rayifh'd me, fenny 1

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If you'll be kind, you'll never find That ought fall alter me, Jenny j

For you're the Miftrefsof my Mind, What e'er you think of me, Jenny.

Firft when your Sweets enflav'd my Heart,

You feem'd to favour me, Jennys But now, alas! you ad a Part

That fpeaks Unconftancy, Jenny. Unconftancy is fie a Vice,

Tis not befitting thee, Jenny, It fuits not with your Virtue nice

To carry fae to me, Jenny.

Her ANSWER.

O Had away, had away j Had away frae me, Donald; Your Heart is made o'er large for ane^

It is not meet for rne, Donald; Some fickle Miftrefs you may find,

Will jilt as fait as thee, Donald; To ilka Swain (he will prove kind, And nae lefs kind to thee, Donald.

But I've a Heart that's naething fuch,

'Tis fill'd with Honefty, Djmdld; I'll ne'er love Money, I'jllove much,

1 hate all Levity, Donald: Therefore nae mair, with Art, pretend

Your Heart is chnin'd'to mine, Donaidi For Words of FalQiood I'll' defend,

A roving Love like ihinc, Donald*

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Jirfl: whenyou courted, I muft own,

I frankly favour'd you, Donald-, Apparent Worth, and fair Renown,

Made me believe you true, Donald. Ilk Virtue then feern'd to adorn

TheManetteem'dby me, Donald, But now, the Mask fallen aff, I f coin

To ware a Thought on thee* Donald,

And now, for ever had away,

Had away fraeme, Donald, Gae feek a Heart that's like your aifi,

And come nae mair to me, Donald i For I'll referve my fell for ane>

For ane that's liker me, Donald^ It fie a ane Icannafind,

I'll ne'er loo Man, nor thee, Donald. Don al d. Then I'm thy Man, and falfe Report

Has only tald a L.ye, fenny ; To. try thy Truth, and make us Sport,

The Tale. was rais'd by me, Jenny*. Jen n y. When this ye prove, and flill can love,!.

Then come away to me, Donald >, I'm well content, ne'er to repent

That Ihayefmil'd on thee, Donald,

Todlen Bmty and Todlen Ben*

WHEN I've aSaxpence under my Thumbs Then rilget Credit in ilka Town -y

'But

etmy

But ay when Vm poof they bid me gang by ! O! Poverty parts good Company.

X<nto hame, todlen hame,

Coudna my Love come todlen hame»

Fair-fa* the Goodwife, and f«nd her good Sale, She gi'es us white Bannocks to drink her Alea Syne it that her Tippony chance to be fm&\ ^e'll tak a good Scour o't, and ca'tawa*.

"lodlen hame, todlen hame,

As round as a Neepcome todlen hame*

My Kimmer and I lay down to fleep,

And twa Pint-ftoMps at our Bed's Feet -y

And ay when wewaken'd, we drank them dry;

3^hat thinkye of my wee Kimmer and I \ lodlen butt, and todlen ben, Sae round as my Leave comes todlen hame,

Leeze me on Liquor, my todlen Dow, Ye're ay fae good humour'd when weeting your Mow 3 When fober fae four, ye'll fight with a Flee, That'tisablythSighttothe Bairns and me.

When todlenhame, todlen hame,

When round as a Neep ye come todlen hame, %t

The auU Man's heft Arguments

To the Tune of, Widow are ye wawking,

OWha's that at my Chamber Door ? . " Fair Widow are ye wawking V' ^uld Garle, your Suit give o'er,

Youi* Love lies a' in tawking* Gi*e

Gi'e me the Lad that's young and tight*

Sweetlike an April Meadows 'Tis fie as he can blefs the Sight

And JBofom 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, dir your Mouth,

Whatfigntfies how pawky, Or gentle born ye be,- —hot Youth,

In Love youYe but a Gawky.

" Then, Widow, let thefe Guineas fpeak,

" That powerfully plead clinkan, f And if they fail, my Mouth IMlftcek,,

" And nae mair Love will think:on." Thele court indeed, I maun confefs,

I think they make you young, Sir, And ten times better can exprefs

Affe&ion^ than your Tongue, Sir.

The Peremptor Lover* To the Tune of, Jahn Anderfm tny J*.

3lT* I S not your Beauty, nor your Wita

JL That can my Heart obtain i_ For they cou'd never conquer yet

Either my Bread or Brain : For if you'll not prove kind to me,

And true as heretofore, Henceforth I'll fcorn your Slave to be

OrdoatuoonwQumore. Think

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Think not my Fancy to o'ercomej

By proving thus unkind j No fmoothed Sight, nor fmiling Frown, ' 'jfl

Can fatisfy my Mind. Pray let Platonicksyiay fueh Pranks,

Such Follies I deride, For Love, at lead, I will have Thanks, V

Andfomethinselfe befide.

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Then open heartedbe with me,

As I fhall be with you, And let our Actions be as free

As Virtue will allow. If you'll prove loving, I'll prove kind,

If true, I'll conftant bej If Fortune chance to change your Mind,

I'll turn as foon as you.

Since our Affections well ye know, '

In equal Terms do (land, JTisin yourPowertolove or no9

Mine's likewife in my Hand. Difpenfe with your Aufterity,

Unconflancy abhor, Or, by great Cupid's Deity,

I'll never love you more. Q.

Whafs that to you.

To the Tune of, The glancing of her Afrw*

MY jto_v and I have toil'd The live lang Simmer Day, 9Till we amaift were fpoil'd,

At making of the Hay: Her-

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Her Kurchy was of Holland clear,

Ty'd on her bony Brow, I whifper'd fome thing in her Ear ;

But what's that to you ?

Her Stockings were of Kerfey green.

As tight as ony Silk: O iic a Leg was never feen,

Her Skin was white as Milk 5 Her Hair was black as ane cou'dwiCh,

Andfweet, fweet washer Moil, O! ^enny daintylie can kifs j

But what's thai to you \

The Rofe and Lilly baith combine,

To make my Jeany fair, There is na Bennifon like mine,

I have amaift nae Care j Only I fear my Jenny's Face

May caufc mae Men to rew, And that may gar me fay, Alas!

But what's that to you >

Conceal thy Beauties, if thoucany...

Hide that fweet Face of thine, That I may only be the Man

Enjoys thefe Looks divine. O do not proflitute, my Dear,

Wonders to common view, And I with faithful Heart fhall fwear.

For ever to be true.

King Solomon had Wives anew,

Andmonya Concubine 1 But I enjoy a Blifs mair true,

His Joys were fhortof minej

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And Sfeany's happier than they,

She feldom wants her Due, All Debts of Love to her I pay,.

And what's that to you ? Qt

S O N G,

To the Ahfint Florind a. To the Tune of, Jgtteen of Shchz's Mmk,

OME, Flor'mda, lovely Charmer^.

Come and fix this wav'ring Heart, Letthofe Eyes my Soul rekindle, E're I feel fome foreign Dart.

Come and with thy Smiles fecure ms* If this Heart be worth thy Care, Pavour'd by my dear Fior'mda, I'll be true, as fhe is fair.

Thoufand Beauties trip around me* And my yielding Breaft aflail j Come andtake me to thy Bofom, E're my conftant Paflion fail.

Come, and like the radiant Morning^ On my Soul ferenely fhine, Thenthofe glimmering Stars fhall vanifk* Itoft in the Splendor more divine.

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Long this Heart has been thy Vi&irj39 Long has felt the pleafing Pain ; Come, and with an equal Paflion Make it ever thine remain*

Then, my Charmer, I can promife, If our Souls in Love agree, None in all the upper Dwellings Shall be happier than we»

A Bacchanal SONG.

To the Tune of, Add Sir Symon the King,

GOME here's to the Nymph that I lovea Away ye vain Sorrows, away ; Far, far from my Bofom be gone, All there fhall bepleafantandgay.

Far hence be the Sad and the Penfivei Come fill up the GlafTes around, We'll drink till our Faces be ruddy, And all our vain Sorrows are di-own'd*

9Tis done, and my Fancy's exulting With every gay blooming Defire, My Blood with brisk Ardour is glowing, Soft Pleafures my Bofom infpire.

My Soul now to Love is difTolving," Oh Fate ! had I here my fair Charmer, I'd clafp her, I'd clafp her (b eager. Of all her Difdain I'd dUarm her.

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But hold, what has Love to do here With his Troops of vain Cares in Array, Avauntidle penfive Intruder,™ ■ ■■ He triumphs, he will not away.

I'll drown him, comegivemea Bumper* Young Cupid, here's to thy Confufion . - Now, now, he's departing, he's van qui fh'd, Adieu to his anxious Delufion.

Come, jolly God Bacchus here's to thee, Huzza Boys, huzza Boys, huzza. Sing 16, fing Id to Bacchus" <-*

Hence all ye dull Thinkers withdraw.

Come, what fhould we do but be jovial, Cometuneup your Voices and fingi What Soul is Co dull to be heavy, When Wine fets our Fancies on Wing.

Come, Begafus lies in this Bottle, He'll mount us, he'll mount us on high, Each of us a gallant young Perfeus, Sublime well afcend to the Sky.

Come mount, or adieu, I arife, In Seas of wide /Ether I'mdrown'd, The Clouds far beneath me are (ailing, I fee the Spheres whirling around.

What Darknefs, what Rattling is this. Thro' Chaos, dark Regions I'm hurl'd,

And now, Oh my Head it is knockt

Upon fome confounded new World.

Now,

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Now, now thcfe dark Shades are retiring,

See yonder bright blazes a Star,

Where am I? ,. behold the Empyrdum,

With flaming Light ftreaming from far. I. W. Q.

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To Mrs. A. C. A SONG.

To the Tune of, All m the Domisl

MEN Beauty blazes heavenly bright, The Mufe can no more ceafe to fing,

Than can the Lark with rifing Light, Her Notes negleft with drooping Wing. The Morning mines, harmonious Birds mount high The dawning Beauty fmiles, and Poets fly.

Young Annie's budding Graces claim

The infpiVd Thoughts and f oftcft Lays,' And kindle in the Breafta Flame,

Which rauft be vented in her Praife. Tell us, ye gentle Shepherds, have you feen E'er one fo like an Angel tread the Green?

Ye Youth, be watchful of your Hearts,

When fhe appears take the Alarm : Love on her Beauty points his Darts, And wings an Arrow from each Charm. Around her Eyes and Smiles the Graces /port, And to her fnowy Neck and Breads reforr.

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But vain muft every Caution prove,'

Whenfuch inchantingSweetneis finned The wounded Swain mull yield to Love, And wonder, tho' he hopelefs pines. Such Flames the foppifh Butterfly Qiou'd (hun^ •The Eagle's only fit to view the Sun.

She's as the opening Lilly fair,

Her lovely Features are complete $ Whilfl Heav'n indulgent makes her marc With Angels, all that's wife and fweet. Thefe Virtues which divinely deck her Mind„ Exalt each Beauty of th' inferior Kind.

Whether fl»e love the ruralScenes;

Or fparkle in the airy Town, © ! happy he her Favour gains, Unhappy! if me on him frown^ The Mufe unwilling quits the lovely Themei Adieu fhe fings, and thrice repeats her Name.

A Pafioral SONG. To the Tune of, My Apron Deary.

Jamie. \

WH I L E our Flocks' are a feeding, And we're void of Care, Come, Sandy, let's tune l To.praifeof the Fair 2

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for infpiYd by my Sufie,

Fllfinginfuch Lays, That Pan, were he Judge,

Muft alio w me the Bays;

S A N D $ While under this Hawthorn

We lie atourEafea By a mufica! Stream,

And refrefh'dbytheBrtezt Of a Zephyr fo gentle,

Yes, Jamie, I'll try For to match you and Sufie,

Dare Kane and I.

J A M IS. Oh! my Sufie, foloveIy5

She's without Compare, She's fo comely, fogood,

And Co charmingly fair s Sure, the Gods were at Pa«lf

To make fo complete ANyraph, that for Love

There was ne'er one fo meet. 5 A N D T. Oh.» my Katie, fo bright,

She's fo witty and gay, tove join'd with the Graces,

Around her Looks play $ In her Mein flic's fo graceful,

In her Humour fo free 5 Sure the Gods never fram'd

A Maid fairer than fhe.

J A Ml E. Hud my Sufie been there

• When the Shepherd declared For the Lady of Lemnos,

She had ioft his Regard :

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£nd o'ercome by a Prefence

More beauteoufly bright, He had own'd her undone, As the Darknefs by Light.

SANDY. Not fair Helen of Greece,

Nor all the whole Train, Either of real Beauties,

Or thofe Poets feign, Cou'd be match'd with myKtth, Whofe every fvveet Charm* Jrfay conquer belt Judges,

And coldeft Hearts warm.

JAMIE. Neither Riches or Honour,

Or any thing great, Do I ask of the Gods,

But that this be my Fate, Thatmy£«/fctoall

My kind Wilkes comply j For with her wou'd I live, And with her I wou'd die.

SAND r. If the Fates give me Katie,

And her I enjoy, I have all my Defires,

Nought can me annoy j For my Charmer has every Delight in fuch (lore, She'll make me more happy. Than Swain e'er before.

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Love will find out the way!

OVER the Mountains, And over the Waves, Over the Fountains,

And under the Graves : Over Floods that are deepelt,

Which do Neptune obey $ Over Rocks that are fteepeft,

Love will find out the Way. &

Where there Is no Place

For the Glow-worm to Iy $ Where there is no Space,

For Receit of a Fly ,♦ Where the Midge dares not venture;

Leftherfelf fair me lay; But if Love come, he will enter,

And foon find out his Way.

You may efteem him

A Child in his Forcej Or you may deem him

A Coward, which is worfe : But if fhe, whom Love doth honour*

Be conceal'd from the Day, Seta thoufand Guards upon her,

Love will find out the Way,

Some think to lofe him, j y*fc

Which is too unkind; '

And fome do fuppofe him, Poor Thing, to be blind:

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But if ne'er fo clofs ye wall him, Do the beft that ye may,

Blind Love, ii fo ye call him, He will find out the Way.

You may train the Eagle

To ftoop to your Fift ; 'Or you may inveagle

The Phoenix of the Eaft j The Lionefs, ye may move her

To give over her prey : But you'll never flop a Lover*

He will find out his Way.

A S O N G.

To the Tune of. Throw the Wood Laddie*

AS earlylwalk'd, on the firftof fweetM/^, Beneath a fteep Mountain, Befide a clear Fountain, I heard a grave Lute foft Melody play, Whilft the Eccho refcunded the dolorous Lay.

iliften'dandlook'd, and fpy'd ayoung Swain,

WiihAfpe<adiftrefled,

And Spirits oppreiTed, Seem'd clearing afrefh.. like the Sky after Rain, And thus he difcover'd how he ftrave with his Pain,

Tho' Eliza be coy, why fliou'd I repine, That a Maid much above me, Vouchfates not to loyg me ?

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In her hfgh Sphere of Worth I never could fhine* Then why mould I leek todebafe her to mine?

No! henceforth Efteem fhall govern my Defire,.

And in du§ Subjection,

Retain warm Affection ; To fhew that Self-love inflames not my Fire, And that no other Swain can more humbly admire.

When Faffion mail ceafe to rage in my Breaft>

Then Quiet returning,

Sbalihufh my (ad Mourning* And Lord of myfelf, in abfoluteReft, I'll hug the Condition which Heaven (hall think beft.

Thus Friendfhip unmix'd, and wholly refiii'd,

May ftili be refpe&ed,

Tho' Love is reje&ed s Eliza fhallown, tho' to Love not incfin'd, That fhe ne'er had a Friend like her Lover refign^d.

May the fortunate Youth, who hereafter fhall wo*

With profp'rous Endeavour,

And gam her dear Favour, Know as well as 1, what t* Eliza is due, Be much more deferving, but never lefs true..

WhilftI, difengag'd from all amorous Caress

Sweet Liberty tailing,

On calmefl Peace feafting ; Employing my Reafon to dry up my Tears* In Hopes of Heav'ns Bliflfes I'll fpend my few Yeai&

T&c Powers that preildeo*ervertuous Lore, Come aid me with Patience, L To bear my Vexations 5

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With equal Defires my flutt'ring Heartmove; With Sentiments pureft, my Notions improve:

If Love in his Fetters e'er catch me again,

May Courage protect me,

And Prudence direct me $ Prepar'd for all Fates, rememb'ringthe Swam, Who grew happily wile, after loving in vain.

R © b ' s Jock.

A very auldB alia?'.

RO B'sjock cam to woo our fenny, OnaeFeaft Day when we werfouj She brankit fafl: and made her bony, And laid, Jock, come ye here to woo? She burnift her baith Breaft and Brou, g&nd made her cieer asony Clock $

Then fpak her Dame, and fa id* I troll Ye com till woo our Jenny > Jock.

Jock raid, Forfuith I yern fu' fain,

To luk my Head and fit down by you 1 Then fpak her Minny, and faid again,

My Bairn has Tocher enough togie you.

Tehie! qo Jenny, fefek, kiek, I fee you: Minny, yon Man maksbut a Mock.

Deil hae the Liars— -iu lies me o' you,, I com to woo your Jenny, qo Jock.

Hiy Bairn has Tocher of her awin ;

AGufe, aGryce, a Cock and Hen, ^Stirk, aStaig, an Acre-fawin,

A Bak bread and a Bannock-ftane j

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A Pig, a Pot, and a Kirn there ben, AKame-but andaKamingStockj

With Coags and Luggies nine or ten : Gomyetowooour jfatftfy, $ock*

A Wechr, 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 fowine Pale,

A roufty Whittle to flieer the Kail, And a Timber Mell the Beer to knock,

Tvva Shelf s made of an auld Fir Dale ; Comyetowooour Jenny, ^oekl

AFurm, aFurlet, and a Peck,

A Rock, a Reel, and a Wheel-Band, A Tub, a Barrow, andaSeck,_

A&purtil braid, and ane Elwand.

Then Jock took Jenny be the HancF, And cry*d, a Feaft r! and flew a Cock,

And made a Brydal upo* Land, Now have I got your Jenny, qo Jock.

Now Dame, I have your Doughter marri'd,

And tbo ye mak it ne'er fae tOBgh, I let you wit (he's naemif carried,

Its weel kend I have Gear enough :

Ane auld gawd Gloyd fell owre a Heugn, A Spade, a Speer, a Spur, a Sock;

Withouten CKvfen I have a Pleugh : May that no fer your Jenny, qvjock !

A Treen Tnmcher, a Ram-Horn Spoon,

Tvva Buits or barkit blafint Leather, A'Graiththat ganesto coble Shoon,

And a Thrawcmiick to twy ne a Teather,

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Twa Croks that moup amang the heathy. ] A Pair of Branks, and a Fetter- Lock,

A teugh Purfe made of a Swine's Blather,. To had your Tocher, Jenny, qpjock*

©ood 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 padle,

_ThePanneIof an auldXed-fadle,

And Rob my Ecm hecht me a Stock,

Twa lufty Lips to lick a Ladle. May thir nogane your Jenny, cpjockl

A Pair ef Hames and Brecbom Sne>,

And without Bittsa Bridle-renzie, A Sark made of the Linkome Twine,

AgaygreenCloke thatwill notftenzie^

Mair yet in Store — —I needna fenzie, Five hundred Flaes, a fendy Flock,

And are notthae awakrife Menzie, To gae t o Bed with Jenny -and Jock ?

Tak thir for my Part of the Feaft,

Itisweelknawin lani weelbodin: Teneed not fay my Part is lead,

Wer they as meikle as they'r lodin.

The Wife fpeerd gin the Kail was fodin. When we have done, takhamethe Brokj

The Roil was teugh as Raploch Hodin, "With which they feafted Jemy and Jock. Z,

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To the Tune of, A Rock and a weeftckU T*u\

I Have a green Purfe and a wee pickle Gowd, A Bony Piece Land and Planting on't, It fattens my Flocks, and my Bairns it has ftowd 5. But the beft Thing of a's yet wanting on't : To grace it, and trace it, And gic me Delight 5 To blefs me, and kifs me, And comfort my Sight, With Beauty by Day, and Kindnefs by Night, And nae mair my lane gang fauntring on't.

My Chrifty [he's charming, and good as (he's fairs

Her Een and her Mouth are inchanting iweet, $hs fmiles me on Fire, her Frowns gie Defpair t I love while my Heart gaes panting wi't. Thou faireft, and deareft, Delight of my Mind, L Whofe gracious Embraces

By Heaven were defign'd; For happieftTtanf ports, and Bleilesrerl n'd, Nae langer delay thy granting Sweet.

For thee, Bony Chrifty, my Shepherds and Hynrfs,

Shall carefully make the Year's Dainties thine: Thus freed f'vaelaigh Care, while Love tills our Minds Our Days (hall with Pleafure and Plenty mine., Then hear me, and c hear me, Withfmiling Confent, Believe me, and give me No Caufe to lament, Since 1 ne'er can be happy, till thou fay. Content, . I'vipleas'd with my Jamifj and he (hall be mine.

H jf SONG,

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To hs am Tune.

AL T H O' I be but a Country Late, Yet a lofty Mind I bear — 0> And think my fell as good as rhofe

Tha; rich Apparel wear—- O. Altho' my Gown be hame-fpun Gray*

My Skin it is as faft — O, As them that Satin Weeds do wear, And carry their Heads alaft ,0.

JWhat tho' I keep my Father's Sheep,

The thing that muft be done-— Oi With Garlands of the fined Flowers,

To {hed me frae the Sun— — O : kWhen they are feeding pleafantly,

Where Grafs and Flowers do fpting— Oj Then on a flowne Bank at Noon,

1 fet me down and fing — O.

Tl/tf Paifly Piggy, cork'd with Sage,

Contains my Drink but thin*— — O s Ho Wines do e'er my Brain enrage,

Or tempt my Mind to fin—— Oj

$dy Country Curds, and Wooden Spoon^

I think themunco fine Oa

And on a flowry Bank at Noon,

I fetrae down and dine— O.

Altho' my Parents cannot raife

Great Bags of mining Gold— O," Like them whafe Daughters now-a-days,1

Like Swine are bought and fold— O y Yet

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Yet my fair Body, it fhall keep An honeft Heart within O $

And for twice Fifty thoufand £rowa£ I value not a Prin O.

I ufe nae Gums upon my Hair,

Nor Chains about my Neck O,

Nor mining Rings upon my Handfr,

My Fingers (height to deck Oj

But for that Lad to me (hall fa*,

And I have Grace to wed™ ■ »Q, I'll keep a Jewel worth them a',

1 mean my Meadenhead— — 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, Expecting for a Bleffing ftill,

Defcendingfrom above- — O, Then we'll embrace, and fweetly kifs,

Repeating Tales of Love O.

Waljy waly, gin Love he bwj*

OWaly, waly, upon the Bank/ And waly, waly down the BraeP And waly, waly yon Burn-Side,

Where I and my Love wont to ga«, Ilean'd my Back unto an Aik,

I thought it was a trufty Tree, Eutfirftitbow'd andfyne itbrak, Sae my true Love did lightly me,

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0 waly, waly, but Love be bony, S

A little Time while it is new, Bur when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld,

And fades away like Morning Dew. G wherefore fhou'd I busk my Head ?

Or wherefore fhou'd I kamemy Haiiy Tor my true Love has me forfook,

And fays he'll never love me mair.

Mow Arthur-Seat fliall be my Bed,

The Sheets fhall ne'er be fyl'd by me,' Saint Anton's Well (hall be my Drink,

Since my true Love has forfaken me. Martinmas Wind, when wilt thou blaw,

And make the green Leaves off the T>ee * O gentle Deaths when wilt thou come,

For of my Life I am weary..

Tis net the Froft 'that freezes fell,

Nor blowing Snaw's Inclemency ;. Tis not fie Cauld that makes my Cry,

Slut my Love's Heart grown cauld to mt* {When we came in by Glafgaw Town,

We were a comely Sight to fee y My Love was chd in black Velvet,

And \ my (ell in Cramafia.

But had I wift before I kifs'd,

That Love had been fae ill to win," Td lock'd my Heart in a Cafe of Gold,

And pin'd it with a Silver Pin. €>hoh! it my young Babe were born,

And fet upon the Nurf e's Knee^. And I my fell were dead and gang,

For a Maid again I'll never be, 11

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The Loving Lafs and Spinmng-wheeh

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J fat at my Spinning-wheel, J\ A bony Lad was patting by : 1 vievv'd him round, and lik'd him weel9 a For Trouth he had a glancing Eye.

My Heart new panting, 'gan to feel,,

But ftill I turn'd my Spinning-wheel.

With Looks all Kindnefs he drew near, And ftill mair lovely did appear 5 And round about my (lender Wafte He clafp'd his Arms, and me embrac'd : .

To kifs my Hand, fyne down did kneel^

As I fat at my Spinning-wheel.

My Milk-white Hands he did extol, And prais'd my Fingers Jang andfmall, And faid, There was nae Lady fair That ever cou'd with me compare.

Thefe words into my Heart siid fteeL,

But ftill 1 turn'd my Spinning-wheeL...

Altho'I feemingly did chide, Yet he wad never be deny'd, But ftill declar'd his Love the mair, Until my Heart was wounded fair :

That I my Love cou'd fcarce conceal,

Yet ftill I turn'd my Spinning-wheel.

My Hanks of Yarn, my Rock and Reel

My Winnels and my Spinning-wheel ,

He bid me leave themallwith Speed,

And. gang with hirn to yonder Mead : M$

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My y ielding Heart ftrange Flames did feel. Yet ftill I turn'd my Spianing-wheel.

About my Neck his Arm he laid, And whilper'd, Rife my bony Maid, And with me to yon Hay-Cock go, I'll teach thee bettev Wark to do. In Trouth I'lbo'd the Motion weel, And loot alane my Spinning-wheel.

Amang the pleafant Cocks of Hay,

Then with my bony Lad I lay;

"What Laffie, young and faft as I,

Cou*d fie a handfonne Lad deny ? Thefe Pleafures I cannot reveal, That far furpaft the Spinning-wheel,

A SONG,

To the Time of, Woes my Heart that we JljotSdj under*

ADIEU" ye pleafant Sports and Plays, Farewel each Song that was diverting y Love tunes my Pipe to mournful Lays, I ling of Delia and Damon's parting.

Long had he lov'd, and long conceal'd The dear tormenting pleafant Pamon.,

Till Delia's Mildnefs had prevail'd, On hisi to mew his Inclination.

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Jttft as the Fair-one feem'd to give

A patient Ear to his Love-Story, Damon muft his Delia. leave,

To go in queft of toilfome Glory.

Half-fpoken Words hang on his Tongue,

Their Eyes retus'd the ufual Meeting 5 And Sighs fupply'd their wonted Song,

Theie charming Sounds were chang'dto weeping}

Dear Idol of my Soul adieu i

Ceafe to lament, but ne'er to love me, . While Damon lives, he lives for you, . 3

No other Charms mall ever move me.

Alas! who knows, when parted far

From Delia, but you may deceive her ? The Thought deflroys my Heart with Care>

Adieu, my Dear, I fear for ever*

If ever I forget rny Vows,

May then my Guardian Angel leave met And more to aggravate my Woes,

Be you fo good as to forgive me. fi*.

O V the Hills and far away*

JO C K Y met with Jenny fair, Aft be the Dawning of the Day j iJut Jocky now is f u' of Care, Since Jenny Raw his Heart away s

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Akho' Hie promised to be true*

She proven has alake! unkind ;

Which gars poor Jocky aften rue*

That he e'er loo'd a fickle Mind.

Andi/'j to'er the Hills and far away,, It's o'er the Hills and far away, It's o'er the Hills and far away, ,

The Wind has blawi my Plaid away.

Now Jocky was a bony Lad, , As e'er was born in Scotland f "air j But now poor Man he's e'en gane wood/ Since Jenny has gart him defpair. Young Jocky was a Piper's Son, And fell in Love when he was young} But a' the Springs that he cou'd play, . vWa$tfVr the Hills and far away,. Andit's o'er the Hills, &c.

Be funs; ■ when firft my Jenny's Face

I faw, me feem'd fee f u* of Grace, With meikle Joy my Heart was £11*4,. That's now alas 1 with Sorxow kill'd* ©h ! was me but as true as fair, 3Twad pur an end to my defpair. Inftead of that fhe Is unkind, And wavers like the Winter-wind* And it's o'er the Hills, Sec.

Ah ! cou'd Hie find the difmal Wae> That for her Sake I uwdergae, Shecoudna chufe but grant Relief, And put an End to a5 my Grief % But oh! me is asfaufe as fair, JKhkh caufes a* my Sighs and Care.$

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But fhe triumphs in proud Difdain,' And takes a Pleafure in my Pain, And it's o'er the Hills, Sec.

Hard was my Hap to fa* in Love* With ane that does fo faithlefs prove. Hard was my Fate to court a Maid, That has my conftant Heart betray'd^ A thoufand times to me fhe fwai'e. She wad be true for evermair j But to my Grief alake I fay, She flaw my Heart, and ran away* And it's o'er the Hills, £cc.

Since that fhe will naePity take* I maun gae wander for her fake, And, m ilk Wood and gloomy Grove, I'll fighing fing, Adieu to Love ; Since fhe isfaufe whom I adore, pi never truft a Woman more : Frae a' their Charms I'll flee away, And on my Pipe I'll fweetly play. O'er Hills and Dales, and far away, Out o'er the Hills and f&r away , Out o'er the Hills and 'far away The Wind has blsmn my Plaid away.

Jenny Nettles.

SA W ye Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, Saw ye Jenny Nettles Coming frae the Market y

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Bag and Baggage oft her Back, Her Fee and Bountith in her Lap

Bag and Baggage on her Sack, And a Babie in her Oxteiv

Imet ayont the Kairny,

Jenny Nettles, Jenny Net tie sr. Singing till her Bairny,

Robin Rattle's Baftard ; To