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THE GLEN COLLECTION OF SCOTTISH MUSIC

Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles- Brise to the National Library of Scotland, in memory of her brother, Major Lord George Stewart Murray, Black Watch, killed in action in France in 1914. 28th January 1927.

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MUSICAL MISCELLANY.

A SELECT COLLECTION

OF THE MOST APPROVED

ENGLISH, SCOTS, and IRISH SONGS,

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LONDON;

Printed for C. ELLIOT and T. KI %

Oppofite Somerfet-Place, N° 332/ Strand -0

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ADVERTISEMENT.

THE Publisher of the following compilation having come by accident into the pofTeffion of the firfl 192 pages, which were printed off under the infpeclion of the Editor of the Muiical Mifcellany, (a collection publifhed at Perth in 1786, and very favourably re- ceived by the Public), he immediately refolved to finifh the volume on a more enlarged plan than that of the Muiical Mifcellany ; of which, however, this may pro- perly be confidered as a new edition, although under a different title. Accordingly, no pains have been fpared to render it as complete as poifible. Every popular and fafhionable fong, whether Englifh, Scots, or Irifh, has been inferted; at lead the Publilher hopes that very few, if any, have been omitted. How far the pre- fent Editor has fucceeded mult be determined by a can- did Public.

It is prefumed that no Collection of Songs with the (ic, hitherto publifhed in Great Britain or Ireland, o^the fame fize and extent, has been afforded at fo low a price as the prefent.

Edinburgh, 1 Afril ■ 1788. $

INDEX.

Page.

COBLER there was and he liv'd in a flail 248

Adieu ye groves - - - 150

Ah, why mud words my flame reveal - - 72

Ah, Chloris ! cou'd I now but fit 438

Ah, ma chere ! my pretty dear - - 398

A fig for all your whining fluff - - 344

A lafs that was laden with care - - 270

A matter I have, and lam his man - - 359

Alas, my heart ! alas, my heart . - - 396

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd - - 408

All ye who wou'd wifh to fucceed with a lafs - 228

And gin ye meet a bonny laflie - - 404

Afiift me, ye lads, who have hearts void of guile - 154

As you mean to fet fail for the land of delight -' 2 16

As Jamie Gay ga'd blithe his way - - 232

As down on .Banna's banks I ftray'd - - 259

As Dermot toil'd one fummer's day - - 334

At the fign of the horfe old Spintext - - 60

Away to the field - - - 78

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Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear - - 442

Beneath a green fhade a lovely young fwain - 178

BJow high, blow low - 464

Blyth, blyth, blyth was fhe - - 410

Bright Pheebus has mounted the chariot of day - 348

Buik ye, bulk. ye, my bonny bride •- - - *34

By Pinkie houfe oft let me walk - - J74

By the gaily circling glafs - - 204

Ceafe, rude Boreas, blufl'ring railer Club your firelocks, my lads

Come gi's a fang, the lady cry'd - -' 20

Come roufe, brother fportfmen - 74

Come on, my brave tars - ■* - M2

Come, come, my jolly lads - - 19"

Come, now, all ye focial pow'rs - - 278

Come, come, my good fhepherds - - 296

Contented I am, and contented I'll be 346

Curti* was old Hodge's wife . - - 43®

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Dear Kathleen, you no doubt - - 2 1 1

Dear Tom, this brown jug - - - 282

Dear Roger, if your Jenny geek - . - 405

De'il tak' the war - - 460

Diogenes furly and proud - - - 137

Do you hear, brother fportfm an - - 104

Dumbarton's drums beat bonny, O -- - 164

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Ev'ry man take his glafs in his hand - 86

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Farewell to the park and the play - - 3 t 4

Farewell to Lochaber - - - 434

Fill your glafles, banifh grief - - - 240

Fine fongfters apologies too often ufe - - 220

For me my fair a wreath has wove - - 194

Four and twenty fidlers all on a row - - 148

Free from the buille, care, and firife - - $6

From the eaft breaks the morn - - - 230

From Roflin caftie's echoing walls - - 426

From the court to the cottage convey me away - 471

G.

Gallant failor,.. oft you've told me - - 1130

Gay Bacchus, liking Eftcourt's wine - - 468

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Had I a heart for -falfehood fram'd - - 417

Had Neptune, when nrrt he took charge of the fea j 8

Hark, the horn from the valley 70

Hark { hark! the joy infpiring horn - - 198

Hark ! hark ! jolly fportfmen a while to my tale - 302

Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry fwain - - 423

Here awa, there a wa - - - 136

Hey for a lufs and a bottle to cheer - 360

How fvveetly fmiles the fimmer green - - 162

How little do the landmen know - - - 210

How imperfect is expreffion - - 268

How happy a ftate does the miller poiTefs - 294

How Hands the glafs around 93

How happy the fcldier who lives on his pav - 350

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Ian the the lovely, the joy of her fwain - 2c<?

If I Jive to grow eld, as I find I go down - 456

If to force me to fing it be your intention - &8

1 ugh and lament me in vain - - - 11®

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I'll fing you a fong, faith I'm finging it now here • • 332

I'm in love with twenty - „- 447

I'm told by the wife ones a maid I {hall die - 316

In April, when primrofes paint the fweet plain «• *5^

In good king Charles's golden days - - 284

In rhe merry month of May - - 309

In vain the ills of life aflail - - - 339

In the foreft here hard by - - - 354

In London my life is a ring of delight - - 3 Bo

In winter when the rain rain'd cauld - - 412

•In the garb of old Gaul - - 418,420

In love ihou'd there meet a fond pair - ? 33

Its open the door fome pity to Ihow - - 23

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Jack Ratlin was the ableft feaman - - ■ 390

Jove in his- chair - - 8

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Kilkenny is a handfome place - - 384

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Leave, neighbour your work - - 66

Let a fet of fober affes - - - 160

Let gay ones and great - - - 427

Let the Sultan's wanton care - - 374

Let's be jovial, fill our glaffes - - 274

Let's feek the bow'r of Robin Hood - - 326

Life is checquer'd, toil and pleafure - - 206

Like my dear fwain no youth you'd fee e - 3^2

Lock'd in my cheft I've fifty pound - - -373

London town is juft like a barber's fhop - ' 392

Lord! Lord! without victuals and drink - 336

Lord ! what care I for mam or dad - 44 P

Lovely goddefs, fprightly May' * 34

Love's goddefs in a myrtle grove » - 172

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Ma chere amie, my charming fair - - 400

Man may efcape from rope or gun * * S3

Margaritta firft poffeft - -' - 328

My Patie is a lover gay 4

My temples with clutters of grapes I'll entwine - 12

My leve was once a bonny lad - - 28

My laddie is, gone far away o'er the plain - i%6

My bonny failor won my mind - - 262

My name's hoxre'jt Harry, O - - 324

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My daddy is a canker'd carle - „ 345

$4y mind to me a kingdom is - - 457

My fheep I've forfaken i 462

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Nanfy's to the greenwood gane » - 2

Now Phoebus gilds the orient fkies r» - 54

No more my fong {hall be, ye fwains ■» - 108

No glory I covet, no riches I want - - 299

No hurry I'm in to be marry'd - - - 382

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O Befly Bell and Mary Gray - ' - - 46

OfweetSir, for your courtefy - 14

O thou lov'd country - - - 1 1 2

Q fee that form that faintly gleams - - 113

O faw ye my father - • - 12 1

O greedy Midas I've been told ' - - 124

O I ha'e loft a filken fnood - - 1 29

O Sandy why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn - 182

O what pleasures will abound - ' • 212

O what had I ado for to marry - - 414

O fend Lewis Gordon hame - - 416

Old women we are, and as wife in the chair - 218

Once more I'll tune the vocal fhell - - 166

One morning very early - - - - 261

One day I heard Mary fay r ? - 42

On Ettrick banks in a fummer's night - - 50

On a bank of flow'rs in a fummer day ~ - 254

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Pho ! pox of this nonfenfe, I prithee give o'er « 276

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Rail no more, ye learned affes - - 236

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Says Plato, why fhould man be vain - - 238

Says Colin to me, I've a thought in my head - 298

%£>ee the courfe throng'd with gazers - - 388

Shall I, wafting in defpair - - - 394

Shepherds, I have loft my love - » 1

Since there's fo fmall difference - - 103

Since you mean to hire for fervice * - 202

Some talk of Alexander - - - 184

Some fay women are like the feas - - 306

Songs of fhepherds in cuftical roundelays - 10 1

Such beauties in view - - 444

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Sweet Annie frae the fea-beach came - - qg

Sweet engager of my heart - - -6?

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The moon had climb'd the higheft hill - . j<5

The topfails fhiver in the wind - » a0

The laft time I came o'er the muir - _ a*

The wealthy fool, with gold in ftore - _ r2

The lafs of Patie's mill ~k

The blufh of Aurora now tinges the morn - 80

The fun juft glancing thro' the trees - - ' 84

The meal was dear fhort fyne - - j j g

The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee - - 125

The lawland lads think they are fine - . \*a

The fmiling morn, the breathing fpring - jr2

The man that's contented is void of all care - 1 68

The fweet rofy morning peeps over the hills - 171

The morn was fair - - - j g0

The fields were green," the hills were gay - 222

The whiffling plowman hails the blufhing dawn - 234

The echoing horn calls the fportfmen abroad - 246

The dufky night rides down the Iky . 250

The moment Aurora peep'd into my room - 262

The women all tell me I'm falfe to my lafs - 287

The filver moon's enamour'd beams - - 312

The laffes are mad, the archers are mad - 32$

The prado I reforted - - - ^$6

The fummer was fmiling, all nature round look'd gay 370

The Britifh lion is my fign - - - 378

T,he night her fdent fable wore - - 432

The filver moon that mines fo bright - - 430.

The wand'ring failor ploughs the main - - 448

The world, my dear Myra, b full of deceit - 450

Then farewell, my trim-built wherry -' - 264

There lived a man in Balenocrazy - - 158

There was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river Dee 245

Tho' late 1 was plump, round, and jolly - - 200

Tho' the fate of battle on to-morrow wait - 350

Tho' Leixlip is proud of its clofe fhady bowers, - 366

Tho' Bacchus may boaft of his care-killing bowl - 320

Thou foft flowing Avon - - - 30.0

Thurfday in the morn - - - 24

To fpeer my love, wi' glances fair - - 37c)

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To fair Fidele's grafiy tomb - - 94

To Anacreon in Heaven, where he fat in full glee - 5

Tol, lol, de rol lol, my tolly, my tol - - 386

'Twas in that feafon of the year - - 42 j

'Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town - - 26

'Twas fummer and foftly the breezes were blowing * 98

'Twas I karat a pretty fong in France - -. 106

Two goflips they merrily met - - 289

Up amang yon cliffy rocks - - 352

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Well met, pretty nymph, fays a jolly young fwain 310

"We're gaily yet - , - - 466

Welcome, welcome, brother debtor - - 441

What woman can do I have try'd to be free - . 406

What is't to us who guides the ftate - - 42 £

What Cato advifes moft certainly wife is - 280

What man in his wits had not rather be poor - 305

What beauties does Flora difclofe - - 180

When the men a-courting came - - 322

When ruddy Aurora awakens the day » - 330

When firft 1 began, Sir, to ogle the ladies - 338

When up to London firft I came - « 342

When brother Bobby came firft to town - - 364

When the fheep are in the fauld - - 368

When firft I ken'd young Sandy's face - - 402

When I have a faxpence under my thumb n 428

When Britain firft, at Heav'n's command - - 4 -{6

When the chill Sirocco blows - - 452

When daifies pied, and violets blue - - 454

When Orpheus went down to the regions below - 2Gt

When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me - 244

When I was a young one, what girl was like me - 242

When I was in my fe'enteen years - - 22a

When abfent from the nymph I love - - 176

When trees did bud and fields were green - 10

When innocent paftime our pleafures did crown - 1 40

When my locks are grown hoary - - 58

When morn her fweets (hall firft unfold - 68

When I think on this warld's pelf - - 83

When merry hearts were gay - - - 96

When firft I came to be a man - - 114

When once the gods, like us below - -» 122

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Whence comes it, neighbour Dick - * 90

Wherever I'm going, and all the day long - 2$8

Where's my fwain fo blithe and clever - 214

While mifers all night - ~ . 36

While grave divines preach up dull rules - 446

Why heaves my fond bofom - - • 21 3

Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow - - 188

Will ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion ' * - 48

Willy was a wanton wag - • 132

With women and wine I defy ev'ry care - 308

With an honeft old friend and a merry old fong - 275

Ye belles and ye flirts, and ye pert little things - 252

Ye lads of true fpirit pay courtfhip to claret « 272

Ye fportfmen draw near - » 146

Ye fylvan pow'rs that rule the plain - «■ 192

You the poinc may carry - - - 208

You know I'm your prieft, and your confcience is mine 256

Young Damon was whittling brifk and gay « 318

Young Roger the ploughman, who wanted a mate 340

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From gladnefs chang'd to m'Oti'rning* Whither is my charmer flown ?

Shepherds, tell me whither ? Ab, woe for me, perhaps fhe's gona

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What ails ye at my dad, quoth he,

My minny, or my aunty ? Wi' croudy-mowdy they fed me,

Lang-kail and ranty-tanty : And bannocks of good barley-meal,

Of thae there was right plenty. Wi' chapped flocks, fu' butter'd weils

And was na' that right dainty ?

Altho* my father was nae laird,

'Tis daifm to be vaunty, He keepit ay a good kail-yard,

A ha' houfe, and a pantry :

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A good blue bonnet on his head, • An o'erlay 'bout his craigy,

And ay until the day he died, He rade on good fhanks naigy.

Now wae and wonder on your fnout,

Wad ye hae bonny Nanfy ? Wad ye compare yourfelf to me,

A docken till a tanfy? I ha'e a wooer o' my ain,

They ca' him fouple Sandy, And well I wat his bonny mou'

Is fweet like fugar-candy.

Wow, Nanfy, what needs a' this di%

Do I na' ken this Sandy ? I'm fure the chief of a' his kin

Was Rab the beggar randy : His minny Meg upo' her back

Bare baith him and his' billy ; Will ye compare a nafty pack

To me your winfome Willy ?

My gutcher left a good braid fword,

Tho' it be auld and rally, Yet ye may tak' it on my word.

It is baith flout and trufty ; And if I can but get it drawn,

Which will be right uneafy, I mail lay baith my lugs in pawn,

That he mall get a hezzy.

Then Nancy turn'd her round about,

And faid, Did Sandy hear ye, Ye wadna mifs to get a clout,

I ken he difna' fear ye : Sae had your tongue, and fay nae mah%

Set fomewhere elfe your fancy 5 For as lang's Sandy's to the fore,

Ye never fhall get Nanfy, A ij

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furprife, 'tis heaven to hear him talking.

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. :ifs d, and vow'd he wad Be mine,

And Iperd me beft of cny ; That gai me like to ring iinfynej

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Let lafl.es of a filly mind

Refufe what maifl they're wanting ! Since we for yeilding were deflgn'd,

We chaftly mould be granting. Then I'll comply, and marry PATE ;

And fyne my cockernony He's free to touzel air or late,

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twine the myrtle of Venus with Bacchus'* vine.

The news through Olympus immediately flew ;

"When Old Thunder pretended to give himfelf airs— " If thefe mortals are fufFer'd their fcheme to purfue, " The devil a Goddefs will flay above Hairs. " Hark ! already they cry, " In tranfports of joy, " Away to the ions of Anacreon we'll fly, " And there with good fellows, we'll learn to entwine " The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine. And there with good fellows , &c.

" The yellow-hair' d God, and his nine fufty maids,

" From Helicon's Banks will incontinent flee, " Idalia will boaft but of tenant! efs {hades, " And the bi-fcrked hiil a mere defart will be. " My thunder, no fear on't, " Shall foon do it's errand, " And dam'me ! I'll fwinge the ringleaders, I warrant, " I'll 'trim the young dogs for thus daring to twine 45 The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." I'll trim the young dogs, &c.

Apollo rofe up ; and faid, " Pr'ythee ne'er quarrel,

" Good king of the Gods, with my vot'ries below : "Your thunder is ufelefs"— then, fhewing his laurel, Cry'd, " Sic evitable fulmen, you know i iC Then over each head " My laurels I'll fpread ; ** So my fons from your crackers no mifchief ihall dread3

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j Whilft mug in their club room they jovially twine " The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.

Whilflfnug in their club-room, &c.

Next Momus got up with his rifible phiz,

And fwore with Apollo he'd chearfully join — ■ " The tide of full harmony ftill mall be his,

" But the fong, and the catch, and the laugh mail be mine, " Then Jove, be not jealous " Of thefe honeft feliow&." Cry'd Jove, " We relent, fince the truth now you tell us ; " And fwear, by Old Styx, that they long (hall entwine f The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." And fwear, by Old Styx, &c.

Ye fons of Anacreon, then, join hand in hand :

Preferve unanimity, friendfhip, and love ; 'Tis your's to fupport what's fo happily plann'd : You've the fanftion of Gods, and the fiat of Jove, While thus we agree, Our toaft let it be, May our club flourifh happy, united and free ! And long may the fons of Anacreon entwine The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine. And long may the fons of Anacreon entwine The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine,

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SONG V. JOVE IN HIS CHAIR.

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Now Davie did each lad furpafs That dwelt on this burn fide ;

And Mary was the bonnieft lafs, Jufl meet to be a bride.

Blyth Davie's blinks, &c.

Her cheeks were rofy, red and white.

Her e'en were bonny blue, Her looks were like Aurora bright,

Her lips like droping dew. Blyth Davie's Minks, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. II

What pafs'd, I guefs, was harmlefs play,

And nothing, fure, unmeet ; For, ganging hame, I heard them fay,

They lik' d a walk fo fweet. Blytb Davie's blinks, &c.

His cheeks to her's he fondly laid ;

She cry'd, " Sweet love be true ; " And when a wife, as now a maid,

" To death I'll follow you." BIyth Davie's blinks, &c.

As fate had dealt to him a routh,

Straight to the kirk he led her ; There plighted her his faith and truth.

And a bonny bride he made her. - No more afham'd to own her love,

Or fpeak her mind thus free ; " Gang down the burn, Davie, love,

" And I will follow thee."

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12

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG VIII. MY TEMPLES WITH CLUSTERS.

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flcp and forget her at Bacchus' s tun.

Yet why thus refolve to relinquish the fair ? 'Tis folly with fpints like mine to defpair ; For what mighty charms can be found in a glafs, If not illl'd to the health of fome favourite lafs

THE VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 1 3

*Tis woman whofe charms every rapture impart, And lend a new fpring to the pulfe of the heart ; The mifer himfelf, fo fupreme is her fway, Grows a convert to love, and refigns her the key.

At the found of her voice forrow lifts up her head, And poverty Mens, well pleas'd, from her fhed ; While age, in an ecflacy, hob'ling along, Beats time, with his crutch, to the tune of her fong.

Then bring me a goblet from Bacchus's hoard, The largeft and deepeft that ftands on his board ; I'll rill up a brimmer, and drink to the fair; 'Tis the thirft.of a lover — and pledge me who dare.

14

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG IX.

MY JO JANET.

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Ofweet fir, for your courtefe, when ye come by the

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ing glafs, then. Keek into the draw-well, Janet, Janet,

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and there ye* 11 fee your bonny fell, my jo Janet.

Keeking in the draw-well clear, What if I fhou'd fa' in, Sir ? Syne a* my kin will fay and fwear,

I drown'd myfelf for fin, Sir. Had the better be the brae,

Janet, Janet ; Had the better be the brae, My jo Janet.

Good Sir, for your courtefie, Coming through Aberdeen, then,

For the love ye bear to me, Buy me a pair of fheen, then.

Clout the auld, the new are dear, Janet, Janet,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. ?5

Ae pair may gain ye hasf a year, My jo Janet.

But what if dancing on the green,

And fkipping like a mawkin, If they mould fee my clouted meens

O* me they will be tawkin, Dance ay laigh, and late at e'en,

Janet, Janet, Syne a' their fauts will no be feen. My jo Janet,

Kind Sir, for your courtefie,

When ye gae to the crofs, then, For the love ye bear to me,

Buy me a pacing horfe, then. Pace upo* your fpinning wheel,

Janet, Janet, Pace upo' your fpinning wheel, !V?y jo Janet.

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CALLIOPE : OR TH£

SONG X.

MARY's DREAM.

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The moon had climb' d the high -eft hill which rifes o'er the fource ofDee^ and from the eaftern Jain-mil

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Mary, weep no more for me.

She from her pillow gently rais'd Her head to ail;, who there might be.

She faw young Sandy fhiv'ring ftand3 With vifage pale and hollow eye \

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, *7

" O Mary dear, cold is my clay,

" It lies beneath a ftormy fea, <: Far, far from thee, I fleep in death,

" So Mary, weep no more for me.

ci Three ftormy nights and ftormy days

" We tofs'd upon the raging main : <s And long we itrove our bark to lave,

44 But all our driving was in vain. e* Ev'n then, when horror chiil'd my bloody

" My heart was fili'd with love for thee . " The ftorm is paft, and I at reft,

" So Mary, weep no more for me,

" O maiden dear, thyfelf prepare,.

( '■ We foon ihall meet upon that more, (i Where love is free from doubt and care->

" And thou and I mail part no more." Loud crow'd the cock; the ihadow

No more of Sandy could (he fee ; But foft the palling fpirit faid,

c; Sweet Mary, weep no more for

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XL

HAD NEPTUNE.

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wife, or at leaji been as merry as we, he'd have thought

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better on't, and infead of the brine, would haveflfd the

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nerous wine.

What trafficking then would have been on the main5 For the fake of good liquor, as well as for gain, No fear then of tempefr, or danger of linking, The fifhss ne'er dro-wr that are always a-drinking.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 19

The hot thirfty fun would drive with more hafte, Secure in the evening of fuch a repafl ; And when he'd got tipfey, wou'd have taken his nap, With double the plealure in Thetis's lap.

By the force of his rays, and thus heated with wine5 Confider how glorioufly Phoebus would mine, What vaft exhalations he'd draw up on high, To relieve the poor earth as it wanted fupply.

How happy us mortals, when bleft with fuch rain, To fill all our veifels, and fill 'em again, Nay even the beggar that has ne'er a difh, Might jump in the river and drink like a fim.

What mirth and contentment, on every one's brow, Hob as great as a prince, dancing after his plough The birbs in the air as they play on the wing, Altho' they but fip would eternally ling.

The flars, who I think, don't to drinking incline, Would frifk and rejoice at the fume of the wine ; And merrily twinkling would foon let us know. That they were as happy as mortals below.

Had this been the cafe, what had we enjoy 'd, Our fpirits Hill rifing our fancy ne'er cloy'd ; A pox then on Neptune, when 'twas in his pow*r3 To flip like a fool, fuch a fortunate hour.

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20 ■* CALLIOPE: ORTHJE

SONG XII.

TULLOCHGORUM.

Fiddlers, your pins in temper fix, And relet >yeel } our fiddle -flicks ; Butbanifh vile Italian tricks

Frae out your quorum : Norfbrtes \vi' pianoi mix, „ ~ /? „Gie's TuUochvorum.

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Come gie's a fang the lady cryrd, and lay your difputes ail <^fe/(?j "Z^-fratf nonferfe ; itfer folk to chide for wkafs been done

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before them, Lei whig and tory all agree \ if/>/f <z»af ft?rj,

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whig and tory, whig and tory all agree, io drop their whig-

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m&gnwrum, Let whig and icry all agree, tofpendthe night

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THE VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 2X

Tullochgorum's my delight,

It gars us a' in ane unite,

And ony fumph th^t keeps up (pite j

Inconfcience I abhor him, Blithe and merry we's be a', Blithe and merry, blithe and merry, Blithe and merry we's be a',

To make a chearfu' quorum. Blithe and merry we's be a', As lang's we ha'e a breath to draw> i **«•' And dance till we be like to fa',

The reel of Tullochgorum.

There needs na' be fo great a phrafe Wi' dringing dull Italian lays I wadna gi'e our ain Strathfpeys

For half a hundred fcore-o'm. They're dowff and dowie at the beft, Dowff and dowie, dowff and dowie. They're dowff and dowie at the beft,

Wi' a' there variorum. They're dowff and dowie at the beft, Their allegro's, and a' the reit, They cannot pleafe a Highland tafle,

Compar'd wi' Tullochgorum.

Let warldly minds themfelves opprefs Wi' fear of want, and double cefs, And filly fauls themfelves diftrefs

Wi' keeping up decorum. Shall we fae four and fulky fir, Sour and fulky, four and fulky, Shall we fae four and fulky fit,

Like auld Philofophorum ? Shall we fae four and fulky fit, Wi' neither fenfe, nor mirth, nor wit, And canna rife to make a fit

At the reel of Tullochgorum ?

22 CALLIOPE ! OR THE

May choiceft bleffings ftill attend Each honeft-hearted open friend, And calm and quiet be his end,

Be a* that's good before him ! May peace and plenty be his lot, Peace and plenty, peace and plenty, May peace and plenty be his lot,

And dainties a great ftore o'm !' May peace and plenty be his lot, Unftain'd by any vicious blot ? And may he never want a groat

That's fond of Tullochgorum.

But for the difcontented fool, "Who wants to be oppreffion's tool, . May envy gnaw his rotten foul,

And blackefl fiends devour him ! My dole and forrow be his chance, Dole and forrow, dole and forrow, May dole and forrow be his chance,

And honeft fouls abhor him ! May dole and forrow be his chance, And a* the ills that come frae France Whoe'er he be that winna dance

The reel of Tullochgorum.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

*3

SONG XIII. OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH.

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It's open the door fome pity to Jhow, it's open the door

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to me, Oh f Tho' you have beenfalfe, I'll always

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prove true. So open the door to me, oh !

Cold is the blaft upon my pale cheek, But colder your love unto me, Oh ! Though you have, £sV.

She's open'd the door, fhe's open'd it wide, She fees his pale corps on the ground, Oh ! Though you have, &c.

My true love, ihe cry'd, then fell down by his fide, Never, never to fhut again, Oh ! Though vou have, 8fV.

24

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XIV. RUSSEL's TRIUMPH.

Moderate.

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Thurfday in the morn, the nineteenth of May, recorded "rr^"-^'-]--^ — nT-fi — te> — l*~'

for ever the famous ninety two, brave Ruffel did difcern

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verine, the fignal of the line, let ev'ry manfapply his gun , *s T_ — fo — fc g- -— j- p>

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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 25

Tourviile on the main triumphant rowl'd,

To meet the gallant Ruffel in combat en the deep 5 He led a noble train of heroes bold.

To fink the Englifh Admiral at his feet. Now every valiant mind to victory doth afpire, The bloody fight's begun, the fea is all on fire 5 And mighty fate flood looking on,

Whilft a flood all of blood, Fill'd the fcuppers of the riling fun.

Sulphur, fmoak, and fire, disturbing the air,

With thunder and wonder affright the Gallic fhore 5 Their regulated bands flood trembling near, To fee the lofty fir earners now no more : At fix o'clock, the red, the fmiling viclors led. To give a fecond blow, the fatal overthrow : Now death and horror equal reign,

Now they cry, run and die, Britifh colours ride the vanquifh'd main*

See they fly, amaz'd, thro* rocks and fands,

One danger they grafp at to fhun the greater fate, In vain they cry for aid to weeping lands,

The nymphs and fea-gods mourn their loft eftate. For evermore adieu, thou dazzling rifing fun, From thy untimely end thy mailer's fate begun ? Enough, thou mighty god of war :

Now we ling, blefs the King ! Let us drink to every Britiih Tar.

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26

CALLIOPE : OR TH£

SONG XV. 'TWAS WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH.

}Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town, in the ro—fy

time of the year, when flowers were bloom1 d and grafs was

down, and each Jhepherd woo'd his dear, bonny jfocky Myth

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and gay, kifs'dfweet fenny making hay, the laffie Mufti d,

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and frowning f aid, no, no, it wonnot do, I cannot, can

not. wonnot, tvonnot, maunmt buckle too,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

O Jocky was a wag, that never wou'd wed,

Though long he had followed the lafs,

Contented (he work'd, and eat her brown bread,

And merrily turn'd up the grafs. Bonny Jocky blyth and gay, Won' her heart right merrily, But flill me blufh'd and frowning faid, I cannot, &c.

But when that he vow'd he wou'd make her his bride, Tho' his herds and his flocks were not few, She gave him her hand and a kifs befides, And vow'd fhe'd for ever be true.

Bonny Jocky blyth and gay,

Won her heart right merrily,

At church fhe no more frowning faid, I cannot, &c.

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28

CALLIOPE: OR THE

SONG XVI. THE FLOWERS OF EDINBURGH.

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JVfy /ct^ was once a bonny lad, he was the floiv'r of

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Defpair and anguim fills ray bread,

Since I have loft my blooming rofe ; I figh and moan while others reft,

B abfence yields me no repofe.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. -2Q

To feek my love I'll range and rove,

Thro* ev'ry grove and diflant plain ; Thus I'll ne'er ceafe, but fpend my days,

T' hear tidings from my darling fwain.

There's nothing ftrange in nature's change,

Since parents fhew fuch cruelty ; They caus'd my love from me to range,

And knows not to what defliny. The pretty kids and tender lambs

May ceafe to fport upon the plain ; But I'll mourn and lament, in deep difcontent.

For the abfence of my darling fwain.

Kind Neptune, let me thee intreat,

To fend a fair and pleafant gale 5 Ye dolphins fweet, upon me wait,

And do convey me on your tail. Heav'ns blefs my voyage with fuccefs,

While croffing of the raging main, And fend me fafe o'er to that diflant more.

To meet my lovely darling fwain.

All joy and mirth at our return

Shall then abound from Tweed to Tay ; The bells mail ring, and fweet birds fing,

To grace and crown our nuptial day. Thus biefs'd with charms in my love's arms?

My heart once more I will regain, Then I'll range no more to a diflant more.

But in love will enjoy my darling fwain.

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XVII. THE STORM.

Ceafe rude Boreas , bluff ring railer, lift, ye land/men

all to me, meffmates, hear a brother Jailor Jing the dan-

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Lively. Hark ! the boatfwain hoarfely bawling, —

By topfail meets, and haulyards (land ! Down top-gallants quick be hauling !

Down your ftay -fails, hand, boys, hand ! Now it frefhens, fet the braces ;

Quick the topfail fheets let go ; Luff-7 boys, luff, don't make wry faces !

Up your topfails nimbly clew !

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 3«

Slow* Now all you on down-beds fporting3

Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms, Frefh enjoyments wanton courting,

Free from all but love's alarms,-— Round us roar the temped louder ;

Think what fear our mind enthrals : Harder yet, it yet blows harder ;

Now again the boatfwain calls :

£>uick. The topfail-yards point to the wind, boys !

See all clear to reef each courfe ! Let the fore-meets go ; don't mind, boys3

Though the weather fhould be worfe. Fore and aft the fprit-fail yard get \

Reef the mizen ; fee all clear : Hand up ! each preventer -brace fet ;

Man the fore-yard ; cheer, lads, cheer !

Slow.

Now the dreadful thunder's roaring !

Peals oh peals contending clam ! On our heads fierce rain fails' pouring !

In our eyes blue lightnings flafh ! One wide water all around us,

All above us one black iky ! DifPrent deaths at once furround us.

Hark ! what means that dreadful cry ?

S^uick. The foreman's gone, cries every tongue out,

O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck. A leak beneath the chefi-tree's fprung out ;

Call all hands to clear the wreck. Quick the lanyards cut to pieces !

Come, my hearts be flout, and bold ! Plumb the well, the lake increafes \

Four feet water in the hold 1

3i CALLIOPE : OR THE

Slow. While o'er the fhip wild waves are beating*

We for wives or children mourn ; Alas S from hence there's no retreating ;

Alas ! from hence there's no return. Still the lake is gaining onus;

Both chain pumps are choak'd below, Heav'n have mercy here upon us 1

For only that can fave us now 1

£>uickt O'er the lee-beam is the land boys ;

Let the guns o'er-board be thrown ; To the pump come every hand, boys j

See our mizen-maft is gone, The leak we've found 5 it cannot pour fall *

We've lighten'd her a foot or more ; Up, and rig a jury fore-maft 5

She rights, fhe rights, boys ! wear off fhon

Now once more on joys we're thinking,

Since kind fortune fpar'd our lives ; Come the cann, boys, let's be drinking

To our fweethearts and our wives. Fill it up, about fhip wheel it ;

Clofe to tn' iipS a brimmer join. Where's tne tempeft now ; who feels it ?

None ! our danger's drown'd in wine I

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

SONG XVIII. IN LOVE SHOULD THERE MEET.

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of fubflantial de-light on this fide thefiars can be founds

'tis fare when this couple ii—nite, and Cupid by Hymen 5SC*~ JLlZf33"Zi& ^X«\& "c~si*szz~s^zzzizxxzlz5Z83Z^

is crown' d * - - - »* and Cupid i; Hffam is crown* d. E

34

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XIX. LOVELY GODDESS.

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rear their glittering heads, pinks bejirow their fragrant

beds, woodbines fpangled o'er with dew, deck their ar- -rt-*"+r""^5; — 'f-T~r-

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horeis for you, deck their ar-—-bo-*-rets for you,

Hear the birds around thee fing, In the gardens of the fpring ; Ev'ry bu(h and ev'ry tree Warbles forth it's joy to thee. Nature's fongfters all are gay At the lov'd approach of May-

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 35

All, great Queen, thy praifes fing, Thine, great Emprefs of the fpring.

Goddefs, in thy veft of green ; Goddefs, with thy youthful mein ; Hade and bring thy mines of wealthy Gladnefs, and her parent, health \ Bring with thee thy chearf til train, Chacing care, and chacing pain, See^ the lovely graces, all Throng obedient to thy call.

Goddefs, hafte, and bring with thee Virtue's child, fair liberty ; For, if liberty's away, Who can tafte the month of May ? Here he comes, I hear the found Of the merry fongfters round : Here he comes all frefh and gay, Paying homage to thee, May.

Goddefs, who perfum'fl the air, Who haft deck'd the earth fo fair 5 Thou, with gladnefs by thy fide Stiirft the raging of the tide ; Bid'ft the winds forbear to roar, And Hern winter feen no more ; Meads and groves their echos ring. Love himfelf is on the wing.

Lovely nymph, divinefl May, Thou to whom this verfe 1 pay : O ! thy healing warmth impart To the miftrefs of my heart ; Ev'ry day with gladnefs crown, By her health, preferve my own : Blooming nymph, of heavenly birth, Goddefs, thou, of health and mirth. "Efi

36

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XX. WHILE MISERS ALL NIGHT.

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While mifers all night JIM are watching their Jiores, and

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all day Jlernly drive the dijlrefs'dfrom their doors, while

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churchmen new maxims create, we are frugally gen'rous,

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nor each other wrongs but enjoy us at night, then conclude

with a Jong, but enjoy us at night then conclude with a

_a_ _ZJ — t_ ffp_r«i_ p _ fk\ — "dH^r-i-FH — kr-P-rrrr— i

fong.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 37

Let (harpers attempt by falfe arts to enfnare, Till at length they receive their long merited fare, ' Let fpendthrifts confume till too late they repent, The iofs of their riches fo lavifhly fpent,

While with honeft induftry we live the day long. And enjoy us at night, then conclude with a fong,

Tho' drunkards in claret fuch rapture exprefs, They'd find it more fov'reign, were they to drink lefs : Tho' rakes fay in women is center'd our blifs, They've reafon fometimes to regret a clofs kifs.

Such diff 'rent extremes then to us don't belong, And yet women and wine are the life of our fong.

Yet topers and rakes, would ye lead happy lives,

Be mod'rate in drinking and chufe modefl wives,

Let churchmen with churchmen, and courtiers be friends,

For on friendfhip all earthly enjoyment depends.

And when ye're united thus lafting and ftrong, Like us you'll be jovial, and end with a fong.

38

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXI. SWEET ANNIE.

:z:zzzttz:[izb::z:zifcL _z:z"r:izz^*a"izzEBuzEzz Sweet Annie frae thefea-beach came, where JockyfpeeFd

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//j£ veffeVs fide, ah! wha can keep their heart at hame,

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when yocky's toft aboon the tide. Far aff to diflant

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realms he gangs, yet Pll prove true as he has been; and

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when ilk lafs a— bout him thrangs, Jje'll think on Annie,

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his faithful ane,

I met our wealthy laird yeflreen, Wi' gou'd in hand he tempted me,

He prais'd my brow, my rolling een, And made a brag of what he'd gi'e,

VOCAL ENCHANTRE9S. '39

What tho* my Jocky's far away,

Toft up and down the anfome main, I'll keep my heart anither day,

Since Jocky may return again.

Nae mair, falfe Jamie, fmg nae mair.

And fairly caft your pipe away ; My Jocky wad be troubled fair,

To fee his friend his love betray : For a' your fongs and verfe are vain,

While Jocky' s notes do faithful flow 5 My heart to him (hall true remain,

I'll keep it for my conftant jo.

Blaw faft, ye gales, round Jocky's head3

And gar your waves be calm and (till 5 His harneward fail with breezes fpeed,

And dinna a* my pleafure fpiil. What tho' my Jocky's far away,

Yet he will braw in filler Ihine j I'll keep my heart anither day,

Since Jocky may again be mine,

4©

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXII. TOPSAILS SHIVER IN THE WIND.

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The top/ails Jhi—ver in the wind, thefhipjhe cafs to

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fea; but yet my foul ', #zy heart, my mind, are, Mary,

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moor' d with thee. For, i 'ho' thy failor's bound a— far, JIM

love Jh all be his leading far; for tho' thy failor's bound a-

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far, fill love Jhall be his lead—ing fare

Should landmen flatter when we're fail'd,

O doubt their artful tales ; No gallant failor ever fail'd,

If love breath'd conftant gales ; Thou art the compafs of my foul Which fleers my heart from pole to pole,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 41

Sirens in every port we meet,

More fell than rocks or waves But fuch as grace the Britilh fleet,

Are lovers and not flaves : No foes our courage mall fubdue, Altho* we've left our hearts with you.

Thefe are our cares, but if you're kind,

We'll fcorn the darning main, The rocks, the billows, and the wind,

The pow'r of France and Spain : Now England's glory refts with you, Our fails are full, fweet girls, Adieu!

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4-

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXIII. I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE.

One day I heard Mary fay, how Jhall I leave thee?

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flay, dear eft A-donis,Jlay, -why wilt thou grieve me ?

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^Azj, my fond heart will break, if thoujhould leave me,

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17/ //i;<? and die for thy fake, yet never leave thee..

Say, lovely Adonis, fay,

Has Mary deceiv'd thee? Did e'er her young heart betray

New love to grieve thee ? My conftant mind ne'er fhall flray,

Thou may believe me; I'll love thee, lad, night and day.

And never leave thee.

Adonis, my charming youth,

What can relieve thee ? Can Mary thy anguiih foothe,

This breaft fhall receive thee.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 43

My paffion can ne'er decay,

Never deceive thee : Delight fhall drive pain away,

Pleafure revive thee.

But leave thee, lad, leave thee, lad9

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 ihould leave thee.

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44

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXIV. THE LAST TIME I CAME O'ER THE MUIR.

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Tfo lajl time I came o'er the muir, I left my love be-

hind me ; ye pow'rs, what pain do I endure 0 when f oft

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i — de-as mind me. Soon as the ruddy morn difplay'd,

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the beaming day enfuing, I met betimes my love-ly?naid,

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i/z^fr re— treats for wooing.

Beneath the cooling fhade we lay,

Gazing and chaftely fporting ; We kifs'd and promis'd time away,

'Till night fpread her black curtain. I pitied all beneath the fkies,

Even kings when fhe was nigh me , In raptures I beheld her eyes,

Which could but ill deny me.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 45

Should I be call'd where cannons roar,

Where mortal fteel may wound me ; Or caft upon fome foreign fhore,

Where dangers may furround me ; Yet hopes again to fee my love,

To feaft on glowing kilfes, Shall make my care at diflance move,

In profpeft of fuch blifles.

In all my foul there's not one place

To let a rival enter ; Since me excels in every grace,

In her my love mall center. Sooner the leas mail ceafe to flow,

Their waves the Alps to cover ; On Greenland's ice (hall rofes grow,

Before I ceafe to love her.

The next time I gang o'er the muir.

She (hall a lover find me ; And that my faith is firm and pure,

Tho' I left her behind me. Then Hymen's facred bonds mall chain

My heart to her fair bofom ; There, while my being does remain,

My love more frefh ihall bloffom.

46

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXV.

BESSEY BELL AND MARY GRAY.

0 Bef-fy Bell arid Mary Gray they were twa bonny laf—fes, they bigg'd a bow'r on yon burn brae^ andtheek'd

isc

it o'er wi' rajhes. Fair Bejfey Bell I loo'd ye-Jlreen,

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and thought I ne'er cou'd alter ; but Mary Gray' stwa paw- -38-

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ky een they gar my fancy faulter.

Now BeiTey's hair's like a lint-tap ;

She fmiies like a May morning, When Phcebus flarts frae Thetis' lap,

The hills with rays adorning : White is her neck, faft is her hand,

Her waift and feet's fu' genty ; "With ilka grace fhe can command ;

Her lips, O vow! they're dainty.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 47

And Mary's locks are like a craw,

Her een like diamonds glances : She's ay fay clean, redd up, and braw,

She kills whene'er fhe dances : Blyth as a kid, with wit at will,

She blooming, tight, and tall is ; And guides her airs fae gracefu' ftilL,

O Jove ! (he's like thy Pallas.

Dear BelTey Bell and Mary Gray,

Ye unco fair opprefs us; Our fancies jee between you tway.

Ye are lie bonny lalfes : Waes me ; for baith I canna get,

To ane by law we're ftented ; Then I'll draw cuts and tak my fate.

And be with ane contented,

48 CALLIOPE : OR THE ,

SONG XXVI. EWE-BUGHTS MARION.

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Will ye go to the ewe-bughts Marion, and wear in the

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fneep w'C me? Thefunfhinesfweet my Marion, but nae half

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faefweet as thee. The fun fhinesfweet my Marion, but nac

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half faefweet as thee.

O Marion's a bonny lafs,

And the blyth blinks in her ee' °7

And fain wad I. marry Marion, Gin Marion wad marry me.

There's goud in your garters, Marion, And filk on your white haufs-bane j

Fu' fain wad I kifs my Marion, At e'en when I come hame.

I've nine milk ewes, my Marion ;

A cow and a brawny quey, I'll gi'e them a' to my Marion,

Juft on her bridal day.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS* 49

And ye's get a green fey apron,

And waftecoat of the London brown.,

And vow but ye will be vap'ring, Whene'er ye gang to the town.

I'm young and flout, my Marion ;

Nane dances like me on the green $ And gin ye forfake me Marion,

I'll e'en draw up wi' Jean.

Sae put on your pearlins, Marion,

And kyrtle of the cramafie ! And foon as my chin has nae hair on.j

I ihall come weft, and fee ye.

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CALLIOPE : OR TH2

SONG XXVII.' ETRICK BANKS.

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the jheep drave hame^ I met my lajjie braw and tight ^

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came wading barefoot a* her lane; my heart grew lights I

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n?K, J 7^6 »zy tf/7;z.f #£cztf $£r li—ly neck, and ki/s'd

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and clapp'd her there fu' la?ig, my words they were na

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I laid, My laffie, will ye go

To the Highland hill?, the Earfe to learn, I'll baitli gi'e thee a cow and ew, When ye come to the brigg of Earn,

VOCAI/ ENCHANTRESS. 5

At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'er faihj

And herring at the Broomielaw ; Chear up your heart, my bonny lafs,

There's gear to win we never faw.

All day when we have wrought enough.

When winter, froft and fnaw begin, Soon as the fun gaes weft the loch,

At night when ye fit down to fpin, I'll fcrew my pipes and play a fpring :

And thus the weary night we'll end, Till the tender kid and lamb-time bring

Our pleafant fumrner back again.

Syne when the trees are in their bloom,.

And gowans glent o'er ilka field, I'll meet my lafs amang the broom.

And lead you to my fumrner fhield. • Then far frae a' their fcornfu' din,

That make the kindly hearts their fport, We'll laugh and kifs, and dance and fing,

And gar the tangeft day feem mort.

Gij

52

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXVIII. FRIEND AND PITCHER.

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grow richer, give me but thefe, I ajk no more, my charm

Chorus.

ing girl, my friend, and -pitcher. My friend fo rare, my

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girl fo fair, with fuch what mortal can be richer; give

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me but thefe, a fig for care, with my fweet girl, my

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friend and pitcher.

From morning fun I'd never grieve

• To toil a hedger or a ditcher, If that when I come home at eve, I might enjoy my friend and pitcher. My friend fo rare, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

Tho" fortune ever fhuns my door, I know not what can bewitch her ;

With all my heart can I be poor*

With my fweet girl, my friend, and pitcher. My friend fo rare, £sV.

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SONG XXIX. MAN MAY ESCAPE.

53

Man may efc ape from rope or gun, nay fome have out-

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liv'd the doclor's pill ; who takes a woman muft be un-

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done, that ba--fi—lijk is Jure to kill. The fly that ftps

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treacle is lojl in the fweet ls,fo he that tajles woman, wo-

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man, woman, he that tajles woman ruin meets.

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54

CALLIOPE : OR THE

Recit.

SONG XXX. NOW PHCEBUS GILDS.

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Now P habits gilds the orient fkies, the lark begins the

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tfVr */#/<?, over ditches ■, o'er pale, as fwift as the wind we

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pur -fue, as fwift as the wind wepur—fue, the fox or the

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hare, or the fwift footed deeri no matter what J port is1 in

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

rview,

fer what f port is in view.

Health waits on the chace, Paints with blufhes the face, Spleen and vapours are left in the rear. The brooks and the floods, And the deep embrown'd woods, Delightful around us appear.

To the fports of the field

All others mull yield, For hunting's of ancient renown ;

Kings and princes, of old,

Have this paltime extoli'd, Royal hunters; have fat on the throne.

Hills and vallies o'erpaft, Now homeward we hafie,

And our miftreffes hearty embrace : New ftrength we obtain, By our fports on the plain,

For ftrength fiill attends en the chace.

Now the bowl comes in view,

Which with glee we purfue, And thus happily finifh the day :

To the huntrefs divine,

To Diana we join, \ J tile each chorus Loudly huzza.

55

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calliope : or th;

SONG XXXL THE YOUNG MAN's WISH.

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Free from the bujile care and Ji rife, of this jhort <va-

rie—ga—ted life, 0 let mefpendmy days in rural fweetne/s9

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with a friend, to whom my mind I may unbend, nor cen-

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y^n? Z>^J or praife, nor cenfure heed or praife.

Riches bring cares — I afk not wealth., Let me enjoy but peace and health,

I envy not the great : *Tis thefe alone can make me blefl 5 The riches take of eaft and weft,

I claim not thefe or ilate.

Tho' not extravagant nor near,

But through the well fpent checker'd yeaf3

I'd have enough to live ; To drink a bottle with a friend, Affift him in diflrefs, ne'er lend?

But rather freely give,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 57

I too would wifh, to fweeten life, A gentle, kind, good natur'd wifej

Young, fenfible and fair : One who could love but me alone. Prefer niy cot to e'er a throne,

And foothe my every care.

Thus happy with my wife and friend? My life 1 chearfully would fpend, With no vain thoughts oppreft j IfheSv'n has blifs for me in (tore,

O grant me this, I afk no more? And I am truly bled.

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5*

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXII. THE MATRON'S WISH.

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When my locks arc grown hoary, and my vifage looks pale,

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when my forehead has wrinkles, and mine eye-fight dees fail,

may my words and. mine aclions be free from all harm, may

Chorus.

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I have a good hufoand to keep my back warm, 0 the plea-

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yi^r^j' of youth, they are flow' rs but cf May, our life's but

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# vapour? cur bodies but. clay, yet let me live well, iho1 I

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live but a day.

With a fermon on Sunday, and a Bible of good print j With a pot on the lire, and good viands in't 5

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. $9

With ale, beer, and brandy, both winter and fummer. To drink to my go'ffip, and be pledg'd by my cummer. The pleafures ofy&V.

With pigs and with poultry, and fome money in (lore To purchafe the needful, and to give to the poor ; With a bottle of Canary, to fip without fin, And to comfort my daughter whene'er fne lies in. The pleafures of, &c.

With a bed foft and eafy to reft: on at night, With a maid in the morning to rife with the light, To do her work neatly, and obey my defire, To make the houfe clean, and blow up the fire. The pleafures of, &c.

With health and content, and a good eafy chair ; With a thick hood and mantle, when I ride on my mare. Let me dwell near my cupboard, and far from my foes, With a pair of glafs. eyes to clap on my nofe. The pleafures of, £sV.

And when I am dead, with a figh let them fay, Our honeft old cummer's now laid in the clay : When young, me was chearful, no fcold, nor no whore ; She affifted her neighbours, and gave to the poor. Tho* the flow* r of her youth in her age did decay, Tho* her life like a vapour evanijlfd away, She liv'd well and happy unto her, laji day*

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6o

CALLIOPE : OR THE

H*-

SONG XXXIII. THE VICAR AND MOSES.

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^ the jlgn of the horfe, old Spintext of courfe, each

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flig-itf /<?o.& hi J pipe and his pot, o'er a jorum of nappy, quite pleafani and happy, was p/ac'd this canoni-cal foi, Tol

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#'<? r<?/ <& re/ /i do! di doh

The evening was dark, when in came the clerk,

With reverence due and fubniiffion ; Firfr. firok't his cravat, then twirl' d round his hat9

And bowing, preferr'd his petition.

I'm come, Sir, fays he, to beg, look d'ye fee5 Of your reverend worfhip and glory,

To inter a poor baby, with as much fpeed as may hi And I'll walk with the lanthorn before you.

The body we'll bury, but pray where's the hurry ?

Why Lord, Sir, the corpfe it does flay : Tea fool hold your peace, fmce miracles ceafe,

A con fe: Mofes, can't run away.

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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 6l

Then Mofes he fmil'd, faying, Sir, a fmall child

Cannot long delay your intentions ; Why that's true, by St Paul, a child that is fmall,

Can never enlarge it's dimenfions.

Bring Mofes fome beer, and bring me fome, d'ye hear,

I hate to be call'd from my liquor : Come, Mofes, the King, 'tis a fcandalous thing,

Such a fubject mould be but a Vicar.

Then Mofes he fpoke, Sir 'tis pan: twelve o'clock,

Befides there's a terrible (hower ; Why Mofes, you elf, fince the clock has ftruck twelve,

I'm fure it can never ftrike more.

Befides, my dear friend, this leffon attend,

Which to fay and to fwear I'll be bold, That the corpfe, fnow or rain, can't endanger, that's plain ;

But perhaps you or I may take cold.

Then Mofes went on, Sir the clock has ftruck one,

Pray Matter look up at the hand ; Why it ne'er can ftrike lefi, 'tis a folly to prefs

A man for to go that can't ftand.

At length, hat and cloak old Orthodox took,

But cram'd his jaw with a quid ; Each tipt off a gill, for fear they fhould chill,

And then ftagger'd away Cde by fide.

When come to the grave3 the clerk hum'd a ftave, Whilft the furplice was wrapt round the Prieft ;

Where fo droll was the figure of Mofes and Vicar, That the pariih ftill talk of the jeft.

Good people, let's pray, put the corpfe t'other way,

Or perchance I fhall over it ftumble ; sTis bed to take care, thos the fages declare,

A raortuum caput can't tremble.

62 calliope: or the

Woman that's born of a man, that's wrong, the leaf's torn;

A man, that is born of a woman, Can't continue an hour, but is cut down like a flow'r ;

You fee, Mofe3, death fpareth no man.

Here, Mofes, do look, what a confounded book,

Sure the letters are turn'd upfide down. Such a fcandalous print, fure the devil is in't,

That this Bafket mould print for the Crown.

Prithee, Mofes, you read, for I cannot proceed,

And bury the corpfe in my flead. ( flmen. Amen.) Why, Mofes, you're wrong, pray hold (till your tongue,

You've taken the tail for the head.

O where's thy fling, Death ! put the corpfe in the earth,

For, believe me, 'tis terrible weather. So the corpfe was interr'd, without praying a word,

And away they both ftagger'd together, Singing Tol de rol de rcl ti dol di doL

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS-

63

SONG XXXIV, SWEET ENGAGER.

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4:_zpztix|i:i_:pittz:_x„zz:zi^zr:ibi:zi:2zz§r Sweet en--ga-ger of my heart, gentle as the zephyr's

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wing, Na-ture's beauty •void of art, hear me

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Wj//f /£v praife I fing, hear me while thy praife

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'/ fing, hear me while thy praife I fing.

If I call the lilly fair,

If the rofe can fhed perfume, The lillies on thy bofom are,

And the rofe is in thy bloom.

Beauty and good-humour tocj Senfe and reafon to thy aid j Ever kind and ever true,

Polly is a lovely maid,

64

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXV. CLUB YOUR FIRELOCKS.

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Club your firelocks, my lads, let us march to the coafis,

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to try whether Mon/ieur willjlick to his boafis,for Par-

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blew! he cries, me vill Britain invade, but Monfieur

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*&vj7j largely, deals largely, deals largely, but Monfieur deals largely, and fibbing* s his trade, but Monfieur deals

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What fignifies all this confufion and pother,

Their routs and their marches from one place to to*ther,

Their tranfports to carry, their navies to fight

When learnt they thatFrenchmen bold Britons could fright.

We'll remind them (if haply their mem'ries are bad) What drubbings and drefsings they formerly had. When Britain's rous'd Lion ftretchM forth his ftrong paw, To the Gallic Baboon he could always give law.

Can ye Frenchmen forget (flill as friends we'll addrefs ye) The bailing ye got at Poi&iers and Crefsy ? v

But mould ye reject this as quite an old ftory, The fall of laft war is (till recent before ye.

Crofs quickly the channel ! why all this delay,

We long to return you the vifit you pay,

In us you will find of politenefs no' lack,

Will receive you fo well that you'll never go back.

What tho' the dull Spaniard has join'd the French frifkers5 His Donfhip will find we can pull his grave whifkers: ■ The Havannah we'll put in our pockets again., And blow both the Bourbons quite out of the maim

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Let lords and fine folks, who for wealth take a bride, Be marry'd to-day, and to-morrow be cloy'd : My body is flout, and my heart is as found, And my love, like my courage, will never give ground. I love Sue, &c,

Let ladies of fafhion the befl jointures wed, And prudently take the befl bidders to bed ; Such figning and feaiing's no part of our blifs, We fettle our hearts, .and we feal with a kifs. I love Sue, &c.

Tho' Ralph is not courtly, nor none of your be;; Nor bounces, nor flatters, nor' wears your fine clot In nothing he'll follow the folks of high life, Nor e'er turn his back on his friend, or his wife. I love Ralph, &c.

While thus I am able to work at my mill, While thus thou art kind, and thy tongue but Our joys mall continue, and ever be new, And none be fo happy as Ralph and his Sue. I love Sue, &c.

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SONG XXXVII, WHEN MORN HER SWEETS.

When morn her fweets fhallfirfi unfold, and paint the

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To forne clear river's verdant fide, Do thou my happy faotfteps guide ; In concert with the purling ftream, We'll ling, and love Ihall be the theme :

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E*er night aflumes her gloomy reign, When fhadows lengthen o'er the plain 5

We'll to the myrtle grove repair, For peace and pleafure wait us there.

The laughing god there keeps his court, Ji.nd little loves inceffant fport ; Around the winning graces wait, And calm contentment guards the feat. There loft in extafies of joy, While tendered fcenes our thoughts employ. We'll blefs the hour our loves begun, The happy moment made us one.

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XXXVIII. HARK THE HORN.

H^zr^ the horn from the valley how lively it peals, and

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old in the eaft, the clouds fever 'd with light, How glorious the profpecl: that burfts on the fight ; A tumult of gladnefs plays round the warm heart, And the fpirit of extacy throbs in each part ; The air courts the fenfe as it fleals o'er the field, Enrich'd with the fragrance the rofe-thickets yield.

On his rood the fhrill cock, early herald of morn, Flaps his wings and proclaims the fun's welcome return. The lark mounting lings, and the fweet-warbling thrufh Her dulcet fong carols from low hawthorn bufh : For the op'ning the courfes impatiently pant, And the deep-fcented hound longs the onfet to chant.

But fee from his covert, the fox flowly creep,

And fteal leering backward along the woods fteep.

That holla proclaims him difcover'd ! he fees

Flight's the refuge remaining, and runs with the breeze :

Away in purfuit !• — we'll his veftages trace

And mix with the clamour? that chorus the chace,

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SONG XXXIX. AH WHY MUST WORDS.

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In all their fports upon the plain My eyes flill fix'd on him remain.

And him alone approve ; The reft unheeded, dance or play. He deals from all my praife away5

And can he doubt my love.,

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Whene'er we meet my looks confefs ' The pleafures which my foul poifefs, And all it's cares remove,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

Still, fliS I too fhort appears his flay, I frame excufes for delay,

Can this be ought but love ?

Does any fpeak in Damon's praife, How pleas'd am I with all he fays,

And cv'ry word approve j Is he defam'd, tho' but in jeft, I d ■ refentment fire my breaft,

Alas, becaufe I love.

But O what tortures tear my hearty When I fufpedt. his looks impart, The leait defire to rove.

■ hate the maid who gives me pain, him I drive to hate in vain, For ah i that hate is love.

Then afk not words but read my eyes. Believe my blulhes, trud ray fighs,

All thefe my pailio'n prove : Words may deceive, may fpring from B:rt the true language of my heart

To Damon mutt be love,

74

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XL. COME ROUSE BROTHER SPORTSMAN.

Come roufe brother fport [man, the hunters all cry, we've

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Bright Phoebus has (hewn us the glimpfe of his face, Peep'd in at our windows, and call'd to the chace, He foon will be up, for his dawn wears away, And makes the fields blufh with the beams of his ray.

Sweet Molly may teaze you perhaps to lie down,

And if you refufe her perhaps me may frown,

But tell her fweet love mull to hunting give place,

For as well as her charms, there are charms in the chace.

Look yonder, look yonder, old Reynard I fpy, At his brufh nimbly follows brifk Chanter and Fly, They feize on their prey, fee his eye-balls they roll, We're in at the death, now return to the bowL

There we'll fill Mp our glaues, and toaft to the King* From a bumper frefh loyalty ever will fpring, To George peace and glory may heaven difpenfe, And fox hunters ficurim a thoufand years hence.

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76

CALLIOPE *. OR THE

SONG XLI. THE LASS OF PEATIE's MILL.

The lafs of Featie's mill fo bonny blyth and

gay, in fpite of all my Jkill, haihflole my heart

away. When tedding of the hay, bare-head-ed on

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Her arms, white, round, and fmooth ;

Breafts riling in their dawn ; To age it would give youth,

To prefs them with his hand.

Through all ray fpirits ran

An extafy of blifs, When I fuch fweetnefs fand,

Wrapt in a balmy kifs.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 77

Without the help of art,

Like flow'rs which grace the wild, Her fweets me did impart,

Whene'er me fpoke or fmil'd Her looks, they were fo mild,

Free from affected pride, She me to love beguil'd ;

I wifh'd her for my bride.

O i had I all that wealth

Hoptouns high mountains fill, In fur'd long life and health,

And pleafure at my will ; I'd promife, and fulfil,

That none but bonny Ihe, The lafs of Peatie's mill,

Should (hare the fame with me,

58

CALLIOTE : OR THE

SONG XLIL AWAY TO THE FIELD.

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How charming the fight, when Aurora firft dawns. To fee the bright beagles fpread over the lawns ; To welcome the fun, now returning from reft, There mattins they chant as they merrily qusuV Then hark in the morn, erV,

But oh ! how each bofom with tranfport it fills, To flart juft as Phoebus peeps over the hills ; While joyous from valley to valley refounds The fhouts of the hunters, and cry of the hounds. Then hark in the morn, &f.

See how the brave hunters v/ith courage elate, Fly hedges and ditches, or top the barr'd gate ; Borne by their bold courfers, no danger they fear5 And give to the winds all vexation and care, Then hark in the morn, &c.

Ye cits for the chace, quit the joys cf the town, And fcorn the dull pleafure of fleeping in down ; Uncertain your toil, or for honour, or wealth, Ours ftill is repaid with contentment and health-. Then hark in the morn, t$c.

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calliope : or th:

SONG XLIII. THE BLUSH OF AURORA.

The blufh of Au-ro—ra now tinges the morn, and de -.: -

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What raptures can equal the joys of the chace ! Health, bloom, and contentment appear in each face, And in our fwift courfers what beauty and grace,

While we the fleet flag do purfue ;

While we, &c. At the deep and harmonious Tweet cry of the hounds, Wing'd by terror, wing'd by terror, Wing'd by terror, he burfts from the foreft's wide bounds And tho' like the light'ning he darts o'er, the grounds,

Yet Mill, boys, we keep him in view. We keep him in view, we keep him in view, in view, And tho' like the light' ring, Ss>V.

#2 CALLIOPE i OR THE

When chac'd till quite fpent, he his life does refign. Our victim we'll offer at Bacchus's fhrine; And revel in honour of Nimrod divine,

That hunter fo mighty of fame,

That hunter, &c. Our glaffes then charge to our country and king, Love and beauty ; love and beauty ; Love and beauty we'll fill to, and jovially fing ; Wiming health and fuccefs, till we make the houfe ring,

To all fportfmen and fons of the game. And fons of the game ; and fons of the game ; the game 5 Wifhing health and fuccefs. &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

SONG XLIV. THE BLATHRIE O'T.

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Jockie was the laddie that held the pleugh, But now he's got gowd and gear eneugh ; He thinks nae mair of me that wears the plaiden coat ; May the mame, &?V.

Jenny was the laffie that mucked the byre, But now fhe is clad in her filken attire,

And Jockie lays he loes her, and fwears he's me forgot, the fhame, &£,

May

But all this ihall never danton me, Sae lang as I keep my fancy heQ : For the lad that's fae inconftant, he is n

May the flume,

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XLV. THE BRAES OF YARROW.

The fun, jvji glancing through the trees, gave light and

yoy fa ilk— a grove, andpleafure in each fouthern breeze

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Young Sandy was the bly theft fwain That ever pip'd on bonny brae ; Nae lafs could ken him free frae pain, Sae graceful, kind, fae fair and gay* And Jenny fung, Is'c.

He khVd and lov'd the bonny maid, Her fparkling een had won his heart. No lafs the youth had e'er betray'd : No fear had me, the lad no art. And jenny fung, &V.

86

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XLVI.

EVERY MAN TAKE HIS GLASS,

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'Tis not owning a whimfical name That proves a man loyal and juft :

Let him fight for his country's fame; Be impartial at home, if in trull.

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'Tis this that proves him an honed foul : His health we'll drink in a brim-full bowl.

Then let's leave off debate,

No confufion create ; Here's a health to all honed men.

When a company's honeftly met,

With intent to be merry and gay, Their drooping fpirits to whet,

And drown the fatigues of the day — - What madnefs is it thus to difpute, When neither fide can his man confute ? When you've faid what you dare, You're but juft where you were. Here's a health to all honed men.

Then agree, ye true Britons, agree,

And ne'er quarrel about a nick-name ; Let your enemies trembling fee

That a Briton is always the fame. For our king our laws, our church, our right, Let's lay by all feuds, and ftraight unite : Then who need care a fig Who's a tory or a whig ? re's a health to all honeft men,

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CALLIOPE : OR THfi

SONG XL VII, NOBODY.

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If to force me tofing, it be your intention, fome one' I

will hint at, yet nobody mention, nobody you'll cry, pfhaw,

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nobody, no*

Nobody's a name every body will own, When fomething they ought to be amam'd of have done ; sTis a name well applied to old maids and young beaus, What they were intended for nobody knows. No, nobody, £sV.

If negligent fervants mould china-plate crack, The fault is ftiil laid on poor nobody's back ; If accidents happen at home or abroad, When nobody's blam'd for it, is not that odd £ No, nobody, &ff«

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

Nobody can tell you the tricks that are play'd. When nobody's by, betwixt mailer and maid : She gently crys out, Sir, there'll fome body hear uss He foftiy replies, my dear, no body's near us. Nos no body, &c.

But big with child proving, fhe's quickly difcarded. When favours are granted, nobody's rewarded ; And when (he's examined, crys, mortals, forbid it, If I'm got with child, it was nobody did it. No, nobody, &c.

When by Health, the gallant, the wanton wife leaves^ The hufband's affrighten'd, and thinks it is thieves > He roufes himfelf, and crys loudly Who's there ? The wife pats his cheek, and fays, nobody, dear. No, nobody, SsV.

Enough now of nobody, fure has been fung, Since nobody's mention'd, nor nobody's wrong'd %

I hope for free fpeaking, I may not be blam'd,

Since nobody's injur'd, nor nobody'?, nam'd. No, nobody, SsV.

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG XLVIII. HAPPY DICK.

Whence comes it, neighbour Dick, that you with youth

uncommon, have ferved the girls this tri

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Happy Dick !

Each belle condemns the choice Of a youth fo gay and fprightly ;

But we, your friends, rejoice, That you have judg'd fo rightly:

Happy Dick !

Though odd to fome it founds, That on threefcore you ventur'd,

Yet in ten thoufand pounds.

Ten thoufand charms are center'd

Happy Dick !

Beauty, we know, will fade, As doth the Ihort liv'd hour :

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 91

Nor can the faireft maid

Infure her bloom an hour : Happy Dick !

Then wifely you refign,

For fixty, charms fo tranfient ; As the curious value coin

The more for being ancient : Happy Dick !

With joy your fpoufe mail fee

The fading beauties round her, And (he herfelf ftill be

The fame that firft you found her : Happy Dick !

Oft is the married ftate

With jealoufies attended ; And hence, through foul debate,

Are nuptial joys fufpended : Happy Dick !

But you, with fuch a wife,

No jealous fears are under j She's yours alone for life,

Or much we all (hall wonder : Happy Dick !

Her death would grieve you fore,

But let not that torment you j My life fhe'll fee fourfcore,

If that will but content you : Happy Dick !

On this you may rely,

For the pains you took to win her, She'll ne'er in child-bed die,

Unlefs the d— 1's in her :

Happy Dick !

M 2

92 CALLIOPE: OR THB

Some have the name of hell

To matrimony given : How falfely you can tell,

Who find it fuch a heaven : Happy Dick !

With you each day and night

Is crown'd with joy and gladnefs ;

While envious virgins bite

Their heated fheets for madnefs :

Happy Dick !

With fpoufe longr fhare the blifs Y'had mifs'd in any other ;

And when you've bury'd this, May you have fuch another :

Happy Dick!

Obferving hence, by you, In marriage fuch decorum,

Our wifer youth fhall do

As you have done before 'em :

Happy Dick !

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

93

SONG XLIX.

HOW STANDS THE GLASS AROUND?

Howjlands the glafs around? for floame ! ye take no care

my boys, howjtands the glafs around? let mirth and wine

a — -bound. The trum—pets found, the colours they are

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content with our hard fate, my boys, on the cold ground.

Why, foldiers, why, Shou'd we be melancholy, boys ?

Why, foldiers, why ?

Whofe bufinefs 'tis to die!

What, fighing ? fie ! Don't fear, drink on, be jolly, boys !

sTis he, you, or I !

Cold, hot, wet, or dry, We're always bound to follow, boys,

And fcorn to fly !

CALLIOPE : OR THE

'Tis but in vain, — - I mean not to upbraid you, boys,—

'Tis but in vain

For foldie^s to complain,

Should next campaign Send us to him who made us, boys,

We're free from pain i

But if we remain, A bottle and kind landlady

Cure all again.

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SONG L. FIDELE's TOMB.

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To fair Fi—de—Wsglaf-fy tomb/oft maids and village

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hinds jhall bring each opening fweet of earliefi bloom,,

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and ri- -fie all the breath-ing fpring.

No wailing ghofl mall dare appear, To vex with fhrieks this quiet grove j

But ihepherd lads affemble here, And tender virgins own their love.

No wither'd witch mall here be feen, No goblins lead their nightly crew |

VOCAL ENCHANTRESSo 95

But female fays mall haunt the green, And deck thy grave with pearly dew„

The red-breaft oft at evening hours,

Shallv kindly lend it's little aid, With hoary mofs and gather'd flow'rs,

To deck the ground where thou art laid.

When howling winds and beating rain,

In temped make the Sylvian cell, Or midfl the chace upon the plain,

The tender thought on thee mall dwelL

Each lonely fcene mail thee reflore,

For thee the tear be daily fried. Belov'd till life could charm no more,

And moura'd till pity's felf is dead.

96

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LI. DONNEL AND FLORA.

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When merry hearts were gay, carelefs of ought but play,

zzBzij1 ^izzsEE z±_z:3rS6^rgfcErzf =r:jr

poor Flora Jlipt away, fanning to Mora, loofe flow* d ber

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coal-black hair, quick heav d her bofom bare, andthui

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to ^ troubled air/Ije vented her for row,

" Loud howls the northern biall, " Bleak is the dreary wade 5— " Hafte then, O Donnel hafte,

" Hafte to thy Flora* " Twice twelve long months are o'er, " Since in a foreign fhore, " You promised to fight no more,

" But meet me in Mora.

" Where now is Donnel dear ? " Maids cry with taunting meer, •' Say, is he ftiii fincere ,

To his iov'd Flora. <c Parents upbraid my moan, '* Each heart is turn'd to ftone-=- " Ah Flora ! thou'rt now alonea

*6 Friendlefs. in Mora.

" Come, then, O come away, ct Donnel no longer flay t

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS* 97

u Where can my rover (tray

" From his dear Flora* M Ah fure he ne'er could be " Falfe to his vows to me» " O heav'n, is not yonder he

" Bounding in Mora/*

" Never, O wretched fair,** (Sigh'd the fad melfenger) " Never fnall Donnel mair

-« Meet his lov'd Flora* " Cold, cold beyond the main 6C Donnel thy love lies {lain ; " He fent me to foothe thy pain

" Weeping in Mora*

se Well fought our gallant men$ " Headed by brave Burgoyne ; " Our heroes were thrice led on

'* To Britiih glory* " But ah ! tho' our foes did flee$ " Sad was the lofs to thee, " While every frefh victory

te Drown'd us in forrow."

st Here, take this trufly blade4's (Donnel expiring, faid) *' Give it to yon dear maid

" Weeping in Mora. «< Tell her, O Allan, tell, " Donnel thus bravely fell, " And that in his laft farewell,

" He thought on his Flora/'

Mute flood the trembling fair, Speechlefs with wild defpair, Then finking her bofom bare,

Sigh'd out " Poor Flora ! " Oh Donnel ! O welladay !" Was all the fond heart could fay : At length the found died away,

Feebly in Mora*

N

CALLIOPE ; OR THE

SONG LII. THE BANKS OF THE DEE

npii^ppiiipi

'Twas fummer andfoftly the breezes were blowings and fweetly the nightingale fung from the tree, at the foot of

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a rock where the river was flowing, I fat my f elf down

on the banks of the Dee, Flow on lovely Dee, flow on

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thou fweet river, thy banks, pufefi ' fiream /hall be dear to

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me ever ; for there Ifirfl gained the affeclion and favour

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of ramie the plan and ttidt oft,?? D?

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 99

But now he's gone from me, and left me thus mourning,

To quell the proud rebels for valiant is he ;

And ah! there's no hopes of his fpeedy returning,

To wander again on the Banks of the Dee.

He's gone, haplefs youth ! o'er the loud roaring billows ;

The kindefl and fweeteft of all the gay fellows ;

And left me to flray 'mongft the once loved willows,

The kmelieft maid on the banks of the Dee.

But- time and my prayers, may perhaps yet reftore him, Bleft peace may rertore my dear fhepherd to me ; \ And when he returns, with fuch care I'll watch o'er himj He never fhall ieave the fweet Banks of the Dee. The Dee then mall flow, all it's beauties difplaying ; The lambs on it's banks fhall again be feen playing j While I, with my Jamie, am carelefsly ftraying, And Salting again all the fweets of the Dee.

ADDITIONS BY A LADY.

THUS fang the fair maid on the banks of the rivers And fweetly re-echo' d each neighbouring tree ; But now all thefe hopes rauft evanifli for ever, Since Jamie (hall ne'er fee the Banks of the Dee. On a foreign more the fweet youth lay dying, In a foreign grave his body's now lying; While friends and acquaintance in Scotland arc crying For Jamie the glory and pride of the Dee»

Mis-hap on the hand by whom he was wounded 5 Mis-hap on the wars that call'd him away From a circle of friends by which he was furroundedy Who mourn for dear Jamie the tedious day. Oh ! poor haplefs maid, who mourns difcontented, The lofs of a lover fo juftly lamented ; By time, only time, can her grief be contented, And ail her dull boors become chearful and gay,

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ioo calliope: or the

'Twas honour and braverymade him leave her mourning, From unjuft rebellion his country to free ; He left her, in hopes of his fpeedy returning To wander again on the Banks of the Dee. For this he defpifed all dangers and perils ; 'Twas thus he efpoufed Britannia's quarrels, That when he came home he might crown her with laurelss The happieft maid on the Banks of the Dee.

But fate had determin'd his fall to be glorious, Though dreadful the thought mult be unto me ; He fell like brave Wolf where the troops were victorious Sure each tender heart mult bewail the decree: Yet, though he is gone, the once faithful lover, And all our fine fchemes of true happinefs over, No doubt he implored his pity and favour For me he had left on the Banks of the Dee.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

iO.I

SONG LIII.

SONGS OF SHEPHERDS. Not too fad.

Sot^ of fhepherds in rufiical roundelays, form'd in fan

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ry, tffli/ whiftVd an reeds , fung to folace young nymphs

upon holidays, are too unworthy for wonderful deeds.

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Sottifh Silenus to Phxbus the genius was fent by dame

he:

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Venus, afong to prepare, inphrafe nicely coined, and ver/l

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jw/te refn'd, how thefiates divine hunted the hare*

Stars quite tired with paftimes Olympical, Stars and planets that beautiful (hone,

Could no longer endure that men only mould Revel in pleafures, and they but look on.

Round about horned Lucina they fwarmed, And quickly infornVd her how minded they were.,

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102 CALLIOPE I OR THI

Each god and goddefs to take human bodies. As lords and ladies to follow the hare.

Chafie Diana applauded the motion,

And pale Proierpina fat down in her place, To guide the welkin, and govern the ocean,

While Dian condu&ed her nephews in chacc. By her example, their father to trample,

The earth old and ample, they foo;. leave the air Neptune the water, and wine Liber pater,

And Mars the daughter, to follow the hare.

Young god Cupid was mounted on Pegafus,

Borrow'd o' the mufes with kifles and prayers ; Stern Alcides upon cloudy Caucafus

Mounted a centaur that proudly him bears. The poflilion of the Iky, light-heeled fir Mercury,

Made his fwift courfer fly fleet as the air ; While tuneful Apollo the paftime did follow,

To whoop and to hollow, boys, after the hare.

Browned NarcuTus, from his metamorphofis

Rous'd by Echo, new manhood did take. Snoring Somnus upftarted from Cim'ries :

Before for a thoufand years he did not wake. There was lame club-footed Mulciber booted ;

And Pan, too, promoted on Corydon's mare. JEolus flouted ; with mirth Momus fhouted ;

While wife Pallas pouted, yet follow'd the hare.

Grave Kymen ufhers in lady Aflrea.

The humour took hold of Latona the coIcL Geres the brown, too, with bright Cytherea,

And Thetis the wanton, Bellona the bold ; Shamefac'd Aurora, with witty Pandora,

And Maria with Flora did company bear ; But Juno was flated too high to be mated,

Although, Sir, {he hated not hunting the hare.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

101

Three brown bowls of Olympical neSar

The Troy-born boy now prefents on his knee j Jove to Phcebus now caroufes in nectar,

And Phoebus to Herntes, and Hermes to me: Wherewith infufed, 1 piped and mufed,

In language unufed, their fports to declare, Till the vail houfe of Jove like the bright fpheres did move

Here's a health, then, to all that love hunting the hare,

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SONG LIV. SINCE THERE'S SO SMALL DIFFERENCE.

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Since there1 s fo /mall difference 'twixt drowning and drinking, we'll tipple and pray too, like mariners finking,

EzE=±:pzz:f:zzizx;Fz — f T\T ' f ' "rrp— 4- While they drink /alt water, tve'll pledge them in wine, and

Chorus.

;-?-H-H]-^-^TH-J-jf~rh-|¥iyf:{:-F-- F— rt: ^^ c«r devotion at Bacchus' s jhr ins. Oh! Bacchus, great

Bacchus, for ever depend us, and plentiful /ore of good.

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LV.

DO YOU HEAR BROTHER SPORTSMAN

Da _yo« /^tfr brother fportfnecn, the found of the horXj

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Sym. ^

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fl»<i _)'f / tkefwset pleafure decline t Forjhame, roufs

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your fenfes, and e'er it be morn, with me thefweet me4o-dy

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/oifl, ^w//6 OTf thefweet me-~lo--dy join.

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27>ra' /fo wood and the valley, how the traitor we'll rally, *

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nor quit him till panting he lies, nor quit him till panting

- — s — y — ar — y. /&/? lies, While hounds in full cry, thro* hedges JJmll ' f) ',

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS*

205

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*[■ _l ^_» jB"«" j ?"* Tj~~""~i'

#7Z</ chace the fwift hare till he dies, and chace the fwift

/6#r£ //// #£ dies.

Then faddle your fieed, to the meadows and fields,

Both willing arid joyous repair ; No paflime in life greater happinefs yields. Than chacing the fox or the hare* Such comforts my friend^ On the fportfman attend, No pleafure like hunting is found 3 For when it is o'er, As brifk as before, Next morning we fpujrn tip the ground.

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CALLIOPE : OR tilt

SONG LVI, FAL DE RAL TIT.

3Twas I learnt a pretty fong in France, and I brought it

g^^SEi :?E:E3=s:p:PF:p:^ I o'er the fea by chance $ and then in Wapping I did dance.

Oh the like was never feen, for I made the mujic loud for

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to play, all for to pafs the dull hours away, and -when 1

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^^ri nothing left for to fay $ then Ifung Fal de ral tit, tit fa! de ral, tit fal de ray, then Ifung fal de ral tit, then

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%vs Jung fal de ral tit,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. lO[

As 1 was walking down Thames flreet,

A fhip mate of mine I chanc'd for to meet.

And I was refolv'd him for to treat,

With a cann of grog, gillio !

A cann of grog they brought us ftrait,

All for to pleafure my fhip mate,

And fatisfa&ion give him (Irak,

Then I fung Fai de ral tit, isfc.

The macaronies next came in, All dreil fo neat, and look'd io trim, And thinking for to ftrike me dum, There was half a fcore or more. Some was fhort, and fome was tall, But 'tis very well known that I lick'd them all,, For I dous'd their heads againft the wall, Then I fung Fai de ral tit, &c.

The landlord then aloud did fay, As how he wiftYd I wou'd go away ; And if I 'tempted for to flay, As how he'd take the law. Lord d — me, fays I, yo,u may do your worft, For I've not fcarcely quench'd my thirffc, All this I faid, and nothing worfe, Then I fung Fai de ral tit, &c

It's when I've croft the raging main. And be come back to Old England again. Bringing home plenty of gold from Spain, Of grog I'll dring galore ; With a pretty girl for to fit by my fide. And for her coftly robes I'll provide. So that fhe (hall be fatisfied,

Then I'll ling Fai de ral tit, Esta O 2

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LVII. HIGHLAND QUEEN.

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JS7i? #2<?a^ ?wy fongfoall be, ye /wains ^ of purl-ing

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Jlr earns, or /low'' ry plains ; more pleafing beauties now in-

Jpire, and Phtzbus tunes the warbling lyre; divinely aid-

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ed, thus I mean to ce — le — fyrate to ce—le — brate

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Highland Queen.

In her, fweet innocence you'll find, With freedom, truth, and beauty join'd; From pride and affectation free, Alike me fmiles on you and me. The brighteft nymph that trips the green, I do pronounce my Highland Queen,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. I09

No fordid wife, or trifling joy, Her fettled calm of mind deftroy ; Strid honour fills her fpotlefs foul, And adds a luftre to the whole ; A matchlefs fhape a graceful mein, All center in my Highland Queen.

How bled that youth, whom gentle Fate Has deitin'd for fo fair a mate ; Has all thefe wond'rous gifts in flore, And each returning day brings more : No youth fo happy can be feen, Poffeffing thee> my Highland Queen*

110

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LVIIL QUEEN MARY's LAMENTATION.

/ figh and lament me hi vain, ihefe walls can but

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e—^cho my moan, a — las it increafes my pain, when I think of the days that are gone, thro* the grate of

Ja.J_._J_J 4 UJ-JJ \-4~f~i H— r _-- — — ' — i— --H-I

c55x3z^Ei_1_?z3:x:^z:±zJ:I'^zEzSS3T-J my prifon, I fee the birds as they wanton in air, my

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heart how it pants to be free, my looks they are wild

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with de — -/pair.

Above tho* oppreft by my fate, I burn with contempt for my foes,

Tho* fortune has alter'd my ftate She ne'er can fubdue me to thofe j

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. Ill

Falfe woman in ages to comej

Thy malice detefted mall be And when we are cold in the tomb

Some heart ftill will forrow for me.

Ye roofs where cold damps and difmay9

"With nlence and folitude dwell, How comfortlefs pafies the day,

How fad tolls the evening bell ; The owls from the battlements cry.

Hollow wind feems to murmur around3 O Mary., prepare thee to die,

My blood it runs cold at the found.

ixa

CALLIOPE '. OR THE

SONG LDL

QUEEN MARY's FAREWELL TO FRANCE,

Of thou lov'd country, where niy youth was /pent, dear

iiSlE^gllESii

golden days all paflinfweet content, where the fair morn-

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I

ing of my clouded day Jhone mildly bright > and tempe-

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rately gay, dear France, adieu, a long and fad farewell ;

no thought can image i and no tongue can tell, the pangs

1 feel at that drear word farewell I

The fhip that "wafts me from my friendly more, Conveys my body, but conveys no more.

My foul is thine, that fpark of heav'nly flame, That better portion of my mingled frame.,

Is wholy thine, that part I give to thee, ">

That in the temple of thy memory, >

The other ever may cnihrbed be, j

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.

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SONG LX.

OSGAR's GHOST,

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O y^f that form thai faintly gleams, 'tis Ofcar come is £&&zr ray dreams, on wings of wind be flies away, 0

flay my lovely Of car. ^ flay.

Wake Oman, laft of Fingal's line, And mix thy tears and fighs with mine. Awake the Harp to doleful lays, And foothe my foul with Ofcar 's praife. Toe Shell is ceas'd in Ofcar's Hall, Since gloomy Kerbar wrought the fall. The Roe on Morven lightly bounds, Tor hears tbe cry of Olbar's hound".

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CALLIOPE : OR THf

SONG LXI. JOHN O'BADENYON.

Whenjirji I came to be a man, of twenty years or fo, I

thought myfeif a handfome youth, and fain the world would

— ft.—- £ — :-■

s

know, in beji attire IJlept abroad, with fpirits brijk and I

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gay, and here and there, and ev'ry where, was like a morn

:&-i

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in May. No care I had, nor fear of want, but rambled

-zEEzzfe

up and down, and for a beau I might have p afs' '</, in

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country or in town; If ill was pleas' d where'er I went, and

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. IIJ

when I was alone, I turf d my pipe ', and pleas' d my fell wi*

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John O'Badenyon*

Now in the days of youthful prime,

A miftrefs 1 muft find ; For love they fay, gives one an air.

And even improves the mind : On Phillis fair, above the reft,

Kind fortune flx'd my eyes, Her piercing beauty ftruck my heart,

And me became my choice : To Cupid then, with hearty pray'r,

I offer'd many vow, And danc'd, and fung, and figh'd and fwore.,

As other lovers do : But when at laft I breath'd my flame,

I found her cold as ftone ; I left the girl, and tun'd my pipe

To John of Badenyon.

When love had thus my heart beguil'd,

With foolifh hopes and vain, To friendship's port I fteer'd my courfe,

And laugh'd at lovers' pain; A friend I got by lucky chance,

'Twas fomething like divine ; An honeft friend's a precious gift,

And fuch a gift was mine : And now whatever might betides

A happy man was I, In any ft rait I knew to whom

I freely might apply :

P 2

Il6 CALLIOPE: OR THE

A ftrait foon came, my friend I try'ds He kngh'd and fpurn'd my moan 3

I hy'd me home, and pleas'd myfelf With John of Badenyon.

I thought I fhould be wifer next,

And would a patriot turn ; Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes,

And cry up Parfon-Horne : Their noble fpirit I admir'd,

And prais'd their manly zeal, Who had with flaming tongue and pen,

Maintained the public weal ; But 'ere a month or two was pail,

I found myfelf betray'd ; sTwas felf and party after all,

For all the itir they made. At laft I faw thefe factious knaves

hifult the very throne ; I curs*d them all, and tun'd my pipe

To John of Badenyon.

What next to do I mus'd a while,

Still hoping to fucceed, 1 pitch'd on books for company,

And gravely try'd to read ; I bought and borrow'd ev'ry where.

And ftudy'd night and day ; Nor mill what dean or doctor wroteV

That happen'd in my way : phjlofophy I now efteem'd

The ornament of youth, And carefully^ thro' many a page*

I hunted after truth ; A thoufand various fch ernes I try'd.

And yet was pleas'd with none : I threw them by, and tun'd my pipe

To John of BadenyciL

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 117

And now, ye youngfters, every where,

Who want to make a ihow, ^

Take heed in time, nor vainly hope ' For happinefs below ; What you may fancy pleafure here,

Is but an empty name j For girls, and friends, and books are fo3

You'll find them all the fame. Then be advis'd, and warning take3

From fuch a man as me ; I'm neither Pope nor Cardinal,

Nor one of low degree, You'll find difpleafure ev'ry where :

Then do as I have done, E'en tune your pipe, and pleafe yourfeU

With John of Badenyono

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CALLIOPE : OR. THE

SONG LXIL MAGGY's TOCHER.

The meal was dearjhortfyne, we buckled us a the gither^

and Maggy was jii/i in her prime when Willy made court-

Jhip till her, Twapijiols charged beguefs to gie the cturt-

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lz:*zm§:,

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g._r r_p__» 9 •_

ing jhot^andfyne came ben the lafs wi* fwats drawn free

the butt. He jirjlfpeer'd at the guidman} andfyne at

l^HPiMsip

Giles the mither, an ye wad gie*s a bit land^ wi*d buckle

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us e'en the githera

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, UC)

My doughter ye mall hae,

I'll gi' you her by the hand ; But I'll part wi' my wife by my fee.

Or I part wi' my land. Your tocher it fhall be good,

There's nane fall hae it's maikj The lafs bound in her fnood,

And Crummie wha kens her (lake % With an auld bedden o' claiths,

Was left me by my mither, They're jet black o'er wi' flaes,

Ye may cuddle 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 the gather : A houfe is but and ben,

And Crummie will want her fother* The bairns are coming on,

And they'll cry, O their milker ! We have nouther pat nor pan,,

But four bare legs the gither.

Your tocher's be good enoughi

For that you need nae fear8 Twa good flilts to the pleugh,

And ye yourfell maun fleer i Ye fhall hae twa good pocks

That ane's were o' the tweei„ The t'ane to had the grots,

The ither to had the meal ; With an auld kift made of wands,

And that fall be your coffer j Wi' aiken woody bands,

And that may had your tocher,

120 CALLIOPE J OR THE

Confidcr well guidman,

We hae but borrowed gears The horfe that I ride on

Is Sandy Wilfon's mare 2 The faddle's nane of my ain :

And thae's but borrow'd boots, And when that I gae hame,

I maun tak to my koots : The cloak is Geordy Watt's,

That gars me look fae croufe ; Come fill us a cogue of fwats,

We'll make nae mair toom rufe,

I like you well young lad,

For telling me fae plain. I married when little I had

O' gear that was my ain : But fyne that things are fae,

The bride fhe maun come furtb, Tho' a' the gear fhe' 11 hae,

It'll be but little worth.

A bargain it maun be,

Fy cry on Giles the mither : Content am I quo' fhe,

E'en gar the hiffy come hither. The bride fhe gade till her bed,

The bridgroom he came till her ; The fidler crap in at the fit,

And they cuddi'd it a' the gfehe*;

VOCAL' ENCHANTRESS*

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SONG LXIIL THE GRAY COCK*

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0 faw ye my father, or faw ye my mother, or faw

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:5z:t±ztzz:±-zziJzz±±i^z±E:ti±^Q jy^ my true love John? I faw not your father, I

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ffiffiE

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faw not your mother, but I faw your true love jfshn*

Up Johnny rofc, and to the door he goes, .

And gently tirled the pin. The laffie taking tent, unto the door fhe went3

And (he open'd and let him in.

Flee up, flee up, my bonny gray cock,

And craw when it is day ; Your neck lhall be like the bonny beaten gold.

And youi* wings of the iilver gray.

The cock prov'd falfe, and untrue he was.

For he crew an hour o'er foon. The laffie thought it day when fhe fent her Jove a^ay .

And it was but a blink of th<° moon.

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CALLIOPE : OR TH£

SONG LXIV.

WHEN ONCE THE GODS.

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J^i6^« tfTwe /£* goafr like us below, io keep it up deflign,

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their goblets with frejh neclarflow, which makes them

& — ; 1-rH — Bni-H-r- —

war* divine. Since drinking de- i-f.es the foul, let's pujh

jftVi^ __Z^b- g^ [ r. *^fj| 1 — -L*"'.. r_i^, ■ CL_— . r^

Htfe^

# — 'bout the flowing bowl, ft 'nee drinking de—i—f?s

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the foul, lefs pujh about the flowing bowl. A flow^

- . - - - -trig bowl, flnce

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- - - - i?ig bowl, A flozu

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drinking dc-i-fles the foul, lefs pujh abeut the 'flowing bowl

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The glittering ftar and ribbon blue,

That deck the courtier's breail, May hide a heart of blackeli hue,

Though by the king; carefs'd. Let him. in pride and fplendor roll ; We'er happier o'er a flowing bowl.

A flowing bowl, &c.

For liberty let patriots rave,

And damn the courtly crew, Becaufe, like them, they want to have

The loaves and fifties too. I care not who divides the cole., So I can mare a flowing bowl.

A flowing bowl, &c.

htt Mansfield Lord-chief-juftice be,

Sir Fletcher fpeaker ftill ; At home let Rodney rule the fea,

And Pitt the treafury ftill : No place I want, throughout the whole^ I want an ever-flowing, bowl.

A flowing bowl, &c.

The fon wants fquare-toes at old Nick.,

And mifs is mad to wed ; The doctor wants us to be lick ;

The undertaker dead. Ail have their wants from pole to pole ; I want an ever-flowing bowl.

A flowing bowl, &c>

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXV. O GREEDY MIDAS.

[ ! — ifi^- — F81-

0 greedy Midas, I've been told, that %vkat you touch

_flrz"F-^?:i:zE-T"*2^"E*®':£r" z"

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you turn to gold, that what you touch you turn to gold.

mgipp

i

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0 had I but a pow'r like thine, 0 had I but apowW

like thine, I'd tu-

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3=£=

— H — P.. " x~ p'^r~ ■

r«3 fd turn whatever I touch to wine. Yd turn Hrft

Ffctt

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whstiir I tench to wine*

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Each purling ftream fhou'd feel my force, Each rlfli my fatal power mourn,

Each fifh, &c. And wond'ring at the mighty change,

And wond'ring, &c. Shou'd in their native regions burn,

Shou'd in, EsV.

Nor fhou'd there any dare t* approach Unto my mantling fparkling ihrine,

Unto my, &c. But firft (hou'd pay their vows to me,

But firft, Esfc. And ftile me only god ©f win®,

And ftyle, tfc,

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXVL

THE GABERLUNZIE MAN.

The pawky auld carle came o'er the lee, wi' mony good-

EiEiQSKi

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a

eens and days to me, faying goodwife, for your eour-te* Jte, will ye lodge a Jil--ly,fdly poor man? The night was

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ifel

m-d-e*

§auld, the carle was wat, and down ayont the ingle he

fefSysi

fat; my daughter's jhoulders he gan to clap, and cadgi/y

cadgi-ly ranted and fang.

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O vow ! quo* he, Were I as free', As firffc when I faw this country, How blyth and merry wad I be !

And I wad never think lang* He grew canty, and fhe grew fain ; But little did her auld minny ken What thir flee twa together were fay'ng,

When wooing they were fae thrang.

And O ! quo* he, ann ye were as black As e'er the crown of my dady's hat, *Tis 1 wad lay thee by my back,

And awa' wi' me thou fhou'd gang* And O ! quo' me, ann I were as white, As e'er the fnaw lay on the dike, I'd dead me braw and lady-like,

And awa' wi' thee ! would gang.,

Between the twa was made a plot j They raife a wee before the cock, And wilily they ihot the lock,

And fait to the be;it are they gaii&i Up in the morn the auld wire raiie, And at her leifure put on her claiie j Syne to the fervanls bed &e gses,

To fpeer for the filly poor man.

She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay. The firae was cauld, he was away, She calpt her hands, cry'd, walladay !

For fome of our gear will be gane. Some ran to coffers, and fome to kills. But nought was down that cou'd be rnifi:. She danc'd her lane, cry'd praife be bleft !

1 have lodged a leal poor man.

Since naething's awa', as we can learn5 The kirn's to kirn5 and milk to earn, Gae butt the home, lafs, and waken my bairn, And bid her some quickly feeiif

n8 calliope: or the

The fervant gade where the daughter lay } The meets was cauld,- fhe was away} And faft to her goodwife did fay, She's affwi the gaberlunzie-man.

O fy gar ride and fy gar rin,

And hafte ye find thefe traytors again 5

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

The wearifu' gaberlunzie-man. Some rade upo' horfe, fome ran a foot, The wife was wood, and out o' her wit ; She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd fhe fit*

But ay (he curs'd and fhe bann'd.

Mean time far hind out o'er the lee, Fu' fnug in a glen where nane could feej, The twa with kindly fport and glee,

Cut fra a new cheefe a whang : The priving was good, it pleas'd them baith? To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith, Quo' fhe to leave thee I will be laith,

£/Iy winfom gaberlunzie-man.

O kend my minny I were wi' you, Ill-fardly 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 young. And ha' nae learn'd the beggars tongue3 To follow me frae town to town,

And carry the gaberlunzie on,

Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, And fpindles and whorles for them wha need? Whilk is a gentle trade indeed,

To carry the gaberlunzie on. I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee3 And draw a black clout o'er my eyes A cripple or blind they will ca' me,

While we fhaii be merry and fing*

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SONG LXVIL

TWINE WEEL THE PLAIDEN.

k

0 1 hde Iojl my Jilkenfnood, that tied my hair

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=ta^

s—¥\ —

4 — a-~

fs yel-low, I've gien my heart to the lad I

pxi^n^

lo'ed, he was a gallant fellow. And twine it wed

my bonny dow^ and twine it weel the plaiden, the laffj

53

lofi her flken flood in puling of the bracken

He prais'd my e'en fae bonny blue9

Sae liily white my fkin, O, And fyne he prie'd my bonny moups

And fwore it was nae fin* O, 4nd twine it weel, my bonny daw,,

And twine it weel the plaiden % The laffie loft her filken mood.,

In pu'ing of the bracken, R

I35 CALLlOPfi: OR THE

But he has left the lafs haloo'd,

His ain true love forfaken, Which gars me fair to greet the mood,

I loft among the bracken, And twine it weel, my bonny dow,

And twine it weel the plaiden ; The laffie loft her filken fnood,

In pu'ing of the bracken.

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SONG LXV11I. GALLANT SAILOR.

Efz=SizE±rEtitp:~f±z:p4:^d:^p:Ezi Gallant Jailor ', oft you told me that you'd never leave

your love. To your vows I now mufl hold you, noivs

m*^

the time your love to prove, to y«ur vows I now mujl hold

i-:liElEiilglllii

you, now's the time your love to prove»

Sailor. Is not Britain's flag degraded. Have not Frenchmen brav'd our fleet ? How can failors live upbraided, While the Frenchmen, dare t© meet 5

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How can failors live upbraided, While the Frenchmen dare to meet.

Nan. Hear me, gallant faiior, hear me, While your country has a foe. He is mine too, never fear me, I may weep but you muft go -r I may weep, I may weep, I may weep, but you mall go.

Sailor. Though this flow'ry feafon woes you To the peaceful fports of May, And love fighs fo long to loofe you, Love to glory {hall give way ; Love to glory, love to glory, Love to glory, muft give way*

Can the fons of Britain fail her, While her daughters are fo true ; Your foft courage muft avail her. We love honour loving you ; We love honour, we love honour , We love honour loving you.

Boatswain, War and danger now invite us, Blow ye winds, aufpicious blow ; Ev'ry gale will mod delight us, That can waft us to the foe ; Fv'ry gale will mod delight u?, 'That can waft us to the foe.

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13*

CALLIOPE : ©R THE

SONG LXIX.

WILLY WAS A WANTON WAG.

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Willy was a wanton wag, the blytheji lad that e'er I

piEit

Jaw, at bridals JIM he bore the brag, and carried ay the

zez_:

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gree awa. His doublet was of Zetland fhag, and vow!

but Willy he was braw ; at his fhoulder hang a tag that

ad Ver.

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pleas' d the lajfes bejl of a\ He was a man

He was a man without a clag,

His heart was frank without a flaw : And ay whatever Willy faid.

It was (till hadden as a law. His boots they were made of the jag,

When he went to the weapon-maw ; Upon the green nane durft him brag

The fiend a ane amaa? them a*,

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And was not Willy well worth gowd,

He wan the love of great and fma' ; For after he the bride had kifs'd,

He kifs'd the Iaffes hale-fale a\ Sae merrily round the ring they row'd,

When by the hand he led them a% And fmack on fmack on them beflow'd,

By virtue of a {landing law*

And was na Willy a great lown,

As fliyre a lick as e'er was feen ? When he danc'd with the Iaffes round,

The bridegroom fpeer'd where he had been. Quoth Willy, I've been at the ring,

With bobbing, faith, my fhanks are fair. Gae ca' your bride and maidens in,

For Willy he dow do na mair.

Then reft ye, Willy, I'll gae out,

And for a wee fill up the ring ; But fhame light on his fouple fhout,

He wanted Willy's wanton fling. Then flraight he to the bride did fares

Says, welFs me on your bonny face; With bobbing, Willy's fhanks are fair,

And I'm come out to fill his place.

Bridegroom, (he fays, you'll fpoil the dance,

And at the ring you'll ay be lag, Unlefs, like Willy, ye advance ;

(O ! Willy has a wanton wag :) For wi't he learns us a' to fleer,

And foremoft ay bears up the ring ; We will find nae lick dancing here,

If we want Willy's wanton fling.

l34

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXX. BUSK YE, BUSK YE.

Bujk ye, bujk ye, my bonny bride, bujk ye bujk ye my

ad

ZI

3zE j:zcz3z±zzzE iferiBzEf: :

winfome mat-row, bujk ye, bujk ye my bonny bride, and

&

at

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/<?/ &tf to the braes of Tarrow. There will wefport

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zzi:zJ:£kzaLZZ&zzpz&:fg^i:£:±z«z

be basal r- ~

and gather dew, dancing while lav1 'rocks Jing in the

morning : there learn frae turtles to prove true, 0 Bell

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ne'er vex me with thy /corning,

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To weftlin breezes Flora yields,

And when the beams are kindly warning, BIythnefs appears o'er all the fields,

And nature looks mair frefh and charming* Learn frae the burns that trace the mead,

Tho' on their banks the rofes bloffom, Yet haftylie they flow to Tweed,

And pour their fweetnefs in his bofom,

[afte ye, hafte ye, my bonny Bell, Hade to my arms, and there I'll guard thee^ rith free confent my fears repel ; I'll with my love and care reward thee. ?hus fang I faftly to my fair,

Wha rais'd my hopes with kind relenting, [O queen of failles, I afk nae mair

Since bow ifty bonny BeH*s ccnfentieg.

*36

CALLIOPE * OH THE

Plaintive.

SONG LXXI. HERE AWA, THERE AWA.

' h*~| " II b» "* w I " * ~<p T \ZZ it T~ _I ™3tii""

Here awa, there awa, here awa Willy , here awa, there

awa, here awa, hame. Lang have I fought thee, dear have

/ bought thee, now I have gotten my Willy again.

Through the lang muir I follow'd my Willy, Through the lang muir I follow'd him hame, Whate'er betide us, nought mail divide us j Love now rewards all my forrow and pain*

Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willy : Here awa, there awa, here awa hame ; Come love, believe me, naething can grieve me Ilka thing pleafes while Willy's at hame..

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SONG LXXII. DIOGENES SURLY AND PROUD.

$:^~3^£zezzwzzzzizz\zzz:z] zIz:3zz:sz+_

^_ZC— It_-U.-U.-I — £-jp--L--? -J- — — [-

Di-o-ge-nes furly and proud, who fnarf d at the Ma-

M

^dfo» youth) delighted in wine that was good, bccau

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good wine there is truth > but growing as -poor as <

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K

caJ un-a-ble to pur chafe ajiafk, he chofe for his mi :

( fe — & Jmn

k 1— j ! IBSS^BIJaB^ __S3_i_._IS_.4_-*

a tub, and livd by the fcent of the ca. -

g^siEllPlillilllP

-— Wsk— _k__~-> 1 ~~

_. - - » fk, and liv'd by the fcent of the cafk%

Heraclitus would' never deny

A bumper to cherifh his heart ; And, when he was maudlin, would cry,

Bscaufe he had empty M his quart i

138 calliope: or the

Though fonae were fo foolifh to think He wept at men's folly and vice,

When 'twas only his cuftom to drink 'Till the liquor ran out at his eyes.

Democritus always was glad

To tipple and cherifh his foul ; Would laugh like a man that was mad,

When over a jolly full bowl : While his cellar with wine was well ftor'd,

His liquor he'd merrily quaff ; And, when he was drunk as a lord,

At thofe that v/ere fober he'd laugh.

Copernicus, too, like the reft,

Believ'd there was wifdom in wine ; And knew that a cup of the beft

Made reafon the brighter to fliine : With wine he replenifh'd his veins,

And made his philofophy reel : Then fancy'd the world, as his brains,

Turn'd round like a chariot wheel.

Ariftotle, that mailer of arts,

Had been but a dunce without wine 5

For what we afcribe to his parts,

• Is due to the juice of the vine ;

His belly, fome authors agree, Was as big as a watering-trough :

He therefore leap'd into the fea, Becaufe he'd have liquor enough.

When Pyrrho had taken a glafs, He faw that no object appear'd

Exactly the fame as it was

Before he had liquor'd his beard ;

For things running round in his drink, Which fober he motionlefs found,

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS.' S39

Occafion'd the fceptic to think There was nothing of truth to be found.

Old Plato was reckon'd divine,

Who wifely to virtue was prone ; But, had it not been for good wine,

His merit had never been known : By wine we are generous made ;

It furnifhes fancy with wings ; Without it we ne'er fhould have

Philofophers, poets, or kings.

140

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXIII. WHEN INNOCENT PASTIME,

bfc

When innocent pa/lime our pleafure did crown, u-pon a

-3=.

green meadow, or under a tree, e'erAnny became a fine

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ia—dy in town, how lovely and loving and bonny was ,/ta/ .Roufe up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny, let ne'er

I llll II |ll I I lj- ,!_.—' ".J,"."" I."

tf «(?w w/?/ot Jmg thy fan— cy a — ^?<?: 0 #/ thou art £rrr2 — (in: Jq_3_^ :icr tt

SEE!!

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bonny, be faithful and canny, and favour thy Jamie, wh§

% — -H &&

■^ —

_ziE~jtfzz:

^ ,?; j #--£072 thee*

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Does the death of a lintwhite give Anny the fpleen ?

Can tyning of trifles be uneafy to thee ? Can lap-dogs, or monkies, draw tears from thefe een,

That look, with indifPrence on poor dying me ! Rouie up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny,

And dinna prefer a paroquet to me : O ! as thou art bonny, be prudent and canny,

And think upon Jamie wha doats upon thee,

Ah ! mould a new mantua, or Flanders-lace heads . Or yet a wee cotty, tho* never fae fine, Gar thee grow forgetful, or let his heart bleed,

That anes had feme hope of purchafing thine ? Roufe up thy resfon, my beautiful Army,

And dinna prefer your fleegaries to me : O 1 as thou art bonny, be folid and canny,

And tent a true lover that doats upon thee.

Shall a Paris-edition of new-fangled Sawny,

Tho' gilt o'er wi' laces and fringes he be, By adoring himfelf he admir'd by fair Anny,

And aim at thefe bennifons promis'd to me : Roufe up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny,

And never prefer a light dancer to me : O ! as thou art bonny, be conftant and canny,

Love only thy Jamie wha doats upon thee

O think, my dear charmer, on ilka fweet hour,

That (lade awa' faftiy between thee and me, 'Ere fquirreis, or beaux, or fopp'iy, had pow'r

To rival my love, or impofe upon thee. Roufe up thy reafon, my beautiful Anny,

And let thy defires be a' center'd in me: O ! as thou art bonny, be faithfu* and canny,

And love him wha's Janging to center in thee*

142 CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXX1V.

COME ON MY BRAVE TARS.

^_"*ff ^ _^_ __ TTgi * y ■ ft I 11' qJP""^*^**

C<?;w<? oh ffzy £n*itf tar.f, Zr/'j away to the wars, to ho-

'_ _' * 1 g * j. 1 . I-, L_— ^Z

nour and glory advance; for mw we've beat Spain, let

__!&'£__£.

-:h

=F

* r Ti * P ~r"~" ~y • 0.1 ^ l_ it » *3

id*

*w /ry /Z>/j campaign, to humble the pride of old France,

JE3

eJEE:]

wv £rtf itf foyx, /o humble the pride of old France.

See William, brave prince,

A true blue ev'ry inch, Who will honour th* illuftrious name :

May he conqueror be

O'er our empire the fea, And tranfmit Britim laurels to fame, My brave boys, &c.

There heroes combined,

When the Dons they could find, Vied vrho mould be foremoft in battle ;

By no lee more affrighted,

Altho* they're benighted, They made Britim thunder to rattle, Brave boys, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 1 43

See Dalrymple, Prevoft,

Gallant Barrington too, And Farmer who glorioufly fell :

With brave Pearfon, all knew

That the hearts of true blue. Once rous'd, not the world could excel, My brave boys, &c.

With fuch heroes as thofe,

Tho* we've numberlefs foes, Britiih valour refplendant mall mine :

And we flill hope to (how

That their pride will be low, In eighty, as fam'd fifty-nine, My brave boys, tsV.

Then brave lads enter here,

And partake of our cheer, You (hail feaft and be merry and fmg :

With the grog at your nofe,

Drink fuccefs to true blues, Huzza ! and fay God fave the king. My brave boys, isfc.

144

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXV.

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.

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The lawland lads think they are fine, but oh they're vain

lz±&.iz±z^z±

, mm fe

and 1 — dly gawdy; how much unlike the gracefu* mein,

-*M

t±Z\

\~*> — —

\Szz%z^

and manly looks of my Highland laddie. 0 my bonny High-

-*-

J*-.

land laddie , my handfome fmiling Highland laddie, may

f!\

heaven JIM guard, and lovs reward, the lawland lafs and

her Highland laddie.

If I were free at will to chufe

To be the wealthieft lawland lady,

I'd take young Donald without trews. With bonnet blue, and belted plaidy» O my bonny, EsV.

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The braweft beau in borough's -town,

In a' his airs, with art made ready* Compar'd to him, he's but a clown ;

He's finer far in's belted plaidy. O my bonny, tffc.

O'er benty hills with him I'll run,

And leave my lawland kin and daddy j

Frae winter's cauld and fummer's fun, He'll fcreen me with his Highland plaidy* O my bonny, &V.

A painted room,, and filken bed*

May pleafe a lawland laird and lady 5 But I can kifs, and be as glad,

Behind a bum in's Highland plaidy, O my bonny, &f<?.

Few compliments between us pafs,

I ca' him my dear Highland laddies And he ca's me his lawland lafs,

Syne rows me in beneath his plaidy* O my bonny, Esfo

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend*

Than that his love prove true and fteadyj,

Like mine to him, which ne'er mall end, While heaven prefervds my Highland laddie* O my bonny, EsV.

1 46

CALLIOPE : OR TH£

SONG LXXVL

YE SPORTSMEN DRAW NEAR.

Te fporifmen draw near, and ye fportfwovien too, who

zjsixi- !^z;xz:

ES

4 —

delight in the joys of the field, who delight in the joys of

iiii^:::

5:|:iz=5=:±:iz£i:zgz?: :

the field. Mankind, tho' they blame, are all eager as you,

ZjIIZZIZpZIEIZg

and no one the contefl will yield, - ~ - and no one the cm

; 1 __fe_ h ._ fe fe

fczt zLz_zz — in — z^zzitiztzzizz — nszigszz'

tejl will yield. His lordjhip, his ivorflrip, his honour, hit grace, a hunting con-i—-ti-nual~-ly goP all ranks and de-

IlZjZZKZZ^XZpZXZirjZZ]

:x:^:z?z2:xz^

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grees are engaged in the chace, with hark forward, ku&

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za, tally ho, - - - all ranks and degrees are engaged in

m

B

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^|l=iE5E&?^E£?|^f^

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the chace, hark forward, huzza, tally ho, - - - tally ho9

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tally ho, tally ho, tally ho, tally ho, tally ho, tally ho,

ra

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Si

- hark forward, huzza, tally ho - - -.

The lawyer will rife with the firft of the mom

To hunt for a mortgage or deed ; The hufband gets up at the found of the horn

And rides to the commons full fpeed; The patriot is thrown in purfuit of the game ;

The poet too often lays low, Who, mounted on Pegafus, flies after fame,

With hark forward, huzza, tally ho.

"While fearlefs o'er hills and o'er woodlands we fweep

Tho* prudes on our pafUaae may frown, How ok do they Decency's bounds overleap

And the fences of Virtue break down ? Thus public, or private, for penfion, for place,

For amufement, for paffion, for fliew, AH ranks and degrees are engag'd in the chace,

With hark forward, huzza, tally ho.

T ij

CALLIOPE: OR THI

SONG LXXVU FOtJR AND TWENTY FIDDLERS.

'3Epj

Four and twenty fiddlers all on a row ; four and twenty

■1 — V~\ en all on a rtw, there vjas fiddle f addle fiddle, and my

double damme femi quibble, down below. It is my la-

dy's holiday, therefore let us be merry.

s Four and twenty drummers all on a row, there was hey rub a dubs h° rub a dub, fiddle faddle, &c.

3 Four and twenty trumpeters all on a row, there was tan-

tara rata, tantara rera, hey rub a dub, &c.

4 Four and twenty coolers all on a row, there was flab

awl and cobler,andcobler andfiabawl,tantararera,E5V.

5 Four and twenty fencing mailers all on a row, there was

pufh carte and tierce, down at heel, cut him acrofs, flab awl and cobler, £sV.

6 Four and twenty captains all on a row, there was Oh !

d — n me, kick him down flairs, pufh carte and tierce, Esfr.

j Four and twenty parfons all on a row, there was Lord have mercy upon us ! O ! dr^n me, kick him down s ftairs, &c*

VOCAL tNCHANTRESS. 149

Four and twenty taylors all on a row, one caught a loufe9 another let it loofe, and another cried knock him down with the goofe, Lord have mercy upon us, &fV.

Four and twenty barbers all on a row, there was bag whigs, fhort bobs, toupees, long ques, fhave for a penny, Oh d-—n'd hard times twoTuffles and ne'er a fhirt, one caught a loufe, Effr.

9 Four and twenty quakers all on a row, there was Abra- ham begat Ifaac, and Ifaac begat Jacob, and Jacob peopled the twelve tribes of Ifrael, with bag wigs, fhort bobs, toupees, long quees, fhave for a penny, Oh d — n'd hard times two ruffles and ne'er a fhirt, one caught a loufe, another let it loofe, and another cried knock him down^ with the goofe, Lord have mercy upon us, Oh d— -n me kick him down flairs, pufh carte and tierce, down at heel, cut Kim acrofs, {lab awl and cobler, and cobler flab awl, tantara rara, tantara rera, hey rub a dub, ho rub a dub, fid- dle faddle fiddle and my double damme femi quibble down hdbw, It is my lady's holiday therefore let us be merry.

ISO

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXIX. WINTER.

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A-dieu, ye graves, adieu ye plains,, all nature mourn- /K| /*£f. 5ft? gloomy clouds, and ihick'ning rains ok-

/cure the laby ring fkies. See, fee, from a-far, th' im-

J 5*.

4— -d-f-j;]

pend—ingfiorm with fallen hafle ap — pear, fee u>in~ter

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SsS^SeSaC

tfl/ftftf £ dreary form, to rule - - the falling year.

No more the Iambs with gamefome bound,

Rejoice the gladen'd fight : No more the gay enamell'd ground,

Or Silvan fcenes delight. Thus lovely Nancy, much lov'd maid,

Thy early charms muft fail ; Thy rofe muft droop the lilly fade,

And winter foon prevail.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. Ijl

Again the lark, fweet bird of day,

May rife on a&ive wing, Again the fportive herds may play,

And hail reviving fpring. But youth, my fair, fees no return,

The pleafing bubble's o'er, In vain it's fleeting joys you mourn3

They fair to bloom no more>

Hide, then, dear girl, the time improve,

Which art .can ne'er regain, In blifsful fcenes of mutual love.

With fame diitinguifh'd fwain ; So fhall life's; fpring, like jocund May.,

Pals fm'mng imd Cerent; Thus fummer, autumn, glide away,

A rid 'winie; fo on prevail. .

*5:

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXIX. BIRJCS OF INVERMAY.

Thefmiling mom, the breathing fpring in — vite the

tuneful birds to Jing, and while they warble from each

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oti

Jpray^kve melts the u—ni-ver-fal lay. Let us A-man-da, time — Iywife, like them improve the hour that flies, and

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in f oft raptures wq/le the day, among the birks of In*

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•jz^JLIAL — ~jfc

vermay.

For foon the winter of the year, And age, life's winter, will appear \ At this thy living bloom will fade5

As that wiU ft rip the verdant feie ■

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS* t$3

Ourtafle of pleafure then is o'er, The feather'd fongfters are no more ; And when they droop, and we decay, Adieu the birks of Invermay.

Behold the hills and vales around, With lowing herds and flocks abound \ 'The wanton kids, and frifking lambs. Gambol and dance about their dams ; The bufy bees with humming noife, And all the reptile kind rejoice ; Let us like them, then fmg and play •About the birks of Invermay.

Hark, how the waters as they fall., Loudly my love to gladnefs call j The wanton waves fport in the beams, And fifties play throughout the ftreams 5 The circling fun does now advance, And all the planets round him dance : Let us as jovial be as they Among the birks' of Invermay.

V

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXX. ONE BOTTLE MORE.

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AJJifi me, ye lads who have hearts void of guile, to fing

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in the praifes of old Ireland's ijle. Where true ho-fpi-ta-

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// — ty o—pens the door, and friendjloip detains us for

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one bottle more, one bottle more, arra, one bottle moref

and friendfjip detains us for one bottle more.

Old England, your taunts on our country forbear ; With our bulls, and our brogues, we are true and fmcere, For if but one bottle remain'd in our ftore, We have generous hearts, to give that bottle more«-

In Candy's, in Church-ftreet, Til fing of a fett Of fix Irifh blades who together had met

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 255

Four bottles a piece made us call for our fcore, And nothing remained but one bottle more.

Our bill being paid, we were loath to1 depart. For friendfhip had grappled each man by the heart ; Where the leaf! touch you know makes an Irifhman roar And the whack from fhilella, brought fix bottles more.

Slow Phoebus had fhone thro' our window fo bright, Quite happy to view his bleft children of light. So we parted, with hearts neither forry nor fore,

Revolving next night to drink twelve bottles moreo

I CO

CALLIOPE : OR THB

SONG LXXXI. THE YELLOW-HAIR'D LADDIE.

In April, when Primre-fes paint the fweet plain, and

Jummer ep-proach-ing re — -joi-ceth the/wain, joiceth

the/wain, the yellow-haird laddie would of-ten— times

: mi.

■m

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BiSBz::

go, to wilds and deep glens where the hawthorn trees

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cs^F:

grow, hawthorn trees grow,

There, under the fhade of an old facred thorn, With freedom, he fung his loves, evening and morn. He fang with fo foft and inehanting a foundj That Sylvans and Fairies, unfeen, danc'd around.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. I57

The ihepherd thus fung : tho^ young Maddie be fair, Her beauty is daih'd with a fcornful, proud air : But Sufie was handfome, and fweetly could fing ; Her breath, like the breezes, perfum'd in the fpring.

That Maddie, in all the gay bloom of her youth, - Like the moon, was inconftant, and never fpoke truth : But Sufie was faithful, good humour'd, and free, ; And fair as the goddefs that fprung from the fea.

That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great dowfr, Was aukwardly airy, and frequently four : Then, fighing, he wifh'd, would parents agree, The witty, fweet Sufie, his miftrefs might be*

*5*

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXXII. ALLY CROAKER.

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There lived a man in Ba-le-no--cra-zy, who wanted a

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wife to make him un-eafy, Long he had figti 'd for dear

— ps.. _js*g v „_

,/4/-/y Croaker, and thus the gentle youth befpoke her, Will '

you marry me, dear Al-ly Croaker, will you marry me

:: ::&:3^zE:^:idzz^z jit

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dear Al-ly Al-ly Croaker.

This artlefs young man, juft come from his fchoolery? A novice in love, and all it's foolery ; Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker, And thus the gentle youth befpoke her, Will your marry, &c.

He drank with the father, he talk'd with the mother, He rompt with the filler, he gam'd with the brother 5

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, I59

He gam'd till he pawn'd his coat to the broker, Which loft him the heart of his dear Ally Croaker,

Oh ! the fickle, fickle Ally Croaker,

Oh ! the fickle Ally, Ally Croaker.

To all ye young men who are fond of gaming, Who are (pending your money, whilft others are favingj Fortune's a jilt, the de'il may choke her, A jilt more inconrlant than dear Aily Croaker3 Oh ! the inconftant Ally Croaker, Oh ! the inconflant Ally, Ally Croaker.

l6o CALLIOPE: OR TH!

SONG LXXXIII. LET A SET OF SOBER ASSES.

Let afet offober ajfes, rail againjl the jays of drinkingy

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while zvaier, tea, and milk agree to Jet cold brains a-think-

~XCp[

ing. Power, and wealthy beauty, health, wit, and mirth in:

£~

wine are crown* d. yoys abound, pleafure* s found only where

the glafs goes round*

The ancient fe£h on happinefs All differ' d in opinion j

But wifer rules

Of modern fchools In wine fix her dominion.

Power and wealth, &c.

Wine gives the lover vigour,

Makes glow the cheeks of beauty.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS* l6l

Makes poets write, And foldiers fight, And friendfhip do it's duty. Power and wealth, SsV*

Wine was the only Helicon

Whence poets are long-liv'd fo \

'Twas no other main

Than brifk champaign Whence Venus was deriv'd too.

Power and wealth, £sV.

When heaven m Pandora s box All kinds of ill had fent us,

In a merry mood

A bottle of good Was cork'd up to content us*

Power and wealth, &c ,

All virtues wine is nurfe to, Of ev'ry vice deft'rbyer ;

Gives dullards wit,

Makes juft the cit, Truth forces from the lav

Power and wealth, feV*

Wine fets our joys a-flowing, Our care and iorrow drownings

Who rails at the bowl,

Is a Turk in's foul, And a Chriftian ne'er ihould own hin

Power and wealth, $&c*

1 6:

CALLIOPE : OR TH£

SONG LXXXIV. BONNY CHRISTY.

How fweeily fmells the fimmer green! fiveet iafles the

i .----v.— -J» i-hr-V,

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peach and cherry : painting and order pleafe our een, and

claret makes us merry ; but jinejl colours? fruits and flow*

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czLxLzfc zt zznizjzj — — r — rzSE^f^z^if^zzzz?1^

m, and wine? thoy I be thir-fly, lofe ay their charms

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«K(i weaker powers, compared with thcfe of Chrifiy,

When wand'ring o'er the flow'ry park.

No nat'ral beauty wanting, How lightfome is't to hear the lark,

And birds in concert chanting ! But if my Chrifty tunes her voice,

I'm rapt in admiration ; My thoughts with ecftafies rejoice,,

And drap the hail! creation.

>

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, I 63

Whene'er (he fmiles a kindly glance,

I take the happy omen, And aften mint to make advance, v Hoping fhe'll prove a woman : But, dubious of my ain defer t,

My fentiments I imother -t With fecret fighs I vex my heart,

For fear fhe love another.

Thus fang blate Edie by a burn,

His Chrifty did o'erhear him j She doughtna let her lover mourn.

But e'er he wift drew near him. She fpake her favour with a look,

Which left nae room to doubt her : He wifely this white minute took,

And flang his arms about her.

My Chrifty ! witnefs, bonny flream9

Sic joys frae tears arifing, I wifh -ibis mayna be a dream ;

O love the maift furprifing ! Time was too precious now for talk ;

This point of a* his wimes He wadna with fet fpeeches bauks

But w&r'd it a' on kifTes,

X

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CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXXV.

DUMBARTON'S DRUMS.

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Dumbarton] s drums beat bonny 0, wZ^w /Z?<?y zn/W me

.M^_^:±:d_t't:t:^i:p=b=K^=t=t=:^:E of my dear fonny 0, how happy am I when my Soldier'

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«• £y, 'while he kijjes and blejfes his Annie 0. 'Tis a

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Soldier alone can delight me, 0, for his graceful looks do

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nte me, 0 : whilfl guarded in his arms, F 11 fear no

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war's alarms, neither danger, nor death Jhall e'er fright

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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 1 65

My love is a handfome laddie, O, Genteel, bat ne'er foppifii nor gaudy, O :

Tho' commiffions are dear,

Yet I'll buy him one this year, For he mall ferve no longer a cadie, O. A foldier has honour and bravery, O, Unacquainted with rogues and their knavery, O :

He minds no Gther thing,

But the Ladies or the King ; For every other care is but flavery O.

Then I'll be the Captain's Lady, O, Farewell ail my friends and my Daddy, O J

I'll wait no more at home,

But I'll follow with the drum, And whene'er that beats, I'll be ready, O. Dumbarton's drums found bonny, O ; They are fprightly, like my dear Jonny, O.

How happy mall I be,

When on my foldier's knee, And he kiffes and bleffes his Annie, O.

i66

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXXVI.

ONCE MORE I'LL TUNE.

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Once more I'll tune the vo—cal Jhell, to bills and dales

r3j-- S_^3S±:fci^t^!^i|hi r_ re r

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my paf—fien tell, aflame which time can ne ver

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— b— f-n — tf^nnTr "" ' "^~~"^ — — kf— i

<p<?//, /£#/■ burns far lovely Peggy. Te greater bards the

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lyre Jhould hit, for fay what fubj eel is more jit, than t&

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record the fparkling wit and bloom ef lovely Peggy.

The fun firft rifmg in the morn, That paints the dew-befpangled thorn, Does not fo much the day adorn,

As does my lovely Peggy. And when in Thetis lap to reft, He ftreaks with gold the ruddy weft, He's not fo beauteous, as undrefs'd

Appears my lovely Peggy.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 167

Were me array'd in ruffle weed, With her the bleating flocks Fd feed, And pipe upon mine oaten reed.

To pleafe my lovely Peggy. With her a cottage would delight, All's happy when (he's in my light, But when fhe's gone it's endlefs nig t,

All's dark without my Peggy.

The zephyr's air the violet blows, Or breath upon the damafk rofe, He does not half the fweets difclofe.

That does my lovely Peggy. I ftole a kifs the other day, And truft me, nought but truth I fay, The fragrant breath of blooming May,

Was not fo fweet as Peggy.

While bees from flow'r to flow'r mall rove,, And linnets warble thro' the grove, Or {lately fwans the waters love,

So long (hall I love Peggy. And when Death with his pointed dart, Shall flrike the blow that rives my heart. My word mall be when I depart,

Adieu ! my lovely Peggy*

i68

CALLIOPE : OR THE

SONG LXXXVII. THE CONTENTED MAN.

-*■»■ —

!T#e? »2fl« /iw/'j contented is void of all care, tol de rol

tol de rol tol de rol la dy, he far overtops the foul flave-

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ry of fear, tol de rol tol de rol tol de rol la dy. A mind

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thafs ferene, and a body in health, gives a man all the

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.

pleafure and grandeur of wealth. Tol de rol la dy, tol de

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rol la dy, tol de rol tol de rol tol de rol la dy.

Laft day I went out with a heart full of joy.

Tol de rol, SsV. Which nothing but vice or iharp pain could annoy 5

Tol de rol, &V. The ririt that I meet was a mifer, whofe glocm Shew'd a foul that was muddy, and flraiten'd in rcom«

Tol de rol, &c»

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. IfJ

In Britain's fair ifiand there's none to be feen

Tol de rol, &c. Of more fulien, felfifh, and fordid a mein j

Tol de rol, fcrV. I Regardlefs of honour, a Have to his gold, Defpis'd of the young, and contemn'd of the old,

Tol de rol, EsV.

The next that I met was a profligate afs,

Tol de rol, &c. Whofe brains were of cork, and his forehead of brafs 5

Tol de rol, &c. By game he was galloping thro* his eflate, And mis'ry attended his fad finking fate.

0 place me, kind heav'n ! in what fiation you pleafe,

Tol de rol, &c So my body's in health, and my foul be at eafe ;

Tol de rol, &c. By command of myfelf, independent and free9 Contentment (hall (till be a pieafure to me,

Tol de rol, EsV.

O rather in a cottage may I be fed

Tol de rol, &c. With roots the moil common, and coarfeft brown bread3

Tol de rol, &V. Than to riot with luxury, fopp'ry, and vice, They're the lofs of contentment, too precious a price*

Tol de rol, £sV. ,

Let rakes ramble after their harlots and wine,

Tol de rol, &c. 'Till with poxes and palfies their carcafes dwine 5

Tol de rol, &c. Grow old while they're young, and have wafted their Hore5 While the vot'ries of virtus are blithe at fourfcore*

Tol de ro!, fee.

IJO CALLIOPE: OR THE

The thunder may roar, and the hurricanes make

Tol de rol, &c. The ocean to boil, and the forefts to (hake j

Tol de rol, &c. The light'ning may flafh, and the rocks may be rent, But nothing can ruffle the mind that's content.

This world's well freighted with wonders in ftore,

Tol de rol, &c. And we're fent into it to think and explore j

Tol de rol, &c. And when the due fummons mall call us away., No more's to be faid, but contented obey,

Tol de ro!, &c.

VOCAL ENCHANT fctSS.

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SONG LXXXVIH. THE SWEET ROSY MORNING.

E£E=±fe

Thefweet rofy morning peeps o-ver the hills , with blujh-

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es adorning the meadows and fields.

The merry, mer~

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ry merry horn calls come, come, come away, awake from

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your /lumbers, and hail the new day.

The flag rous'd before us.

Away feems to fly, And pants to the chorus,

Of hounds in full cry. ;tio» Then follow follow follow follow,

The rauiical chace, Where pleafure and vigour,

And health all embrace.

The day's fport whej^over, Makes blood circle right, And gives the briik lover, Frefn charms for the night. Cho. Then let us, let us now enjoy All we can while we may ; Let love crown the night, , As our fports crown the day. Y ij

*72

CALLIOPE *. OR THI

SONG LXXXIX. BONNY JEAN.

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Love's goddefs in a myrtle grovt ?,J aid \ Cupid, bend

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/i&y ^cw with /peed, nor let tbejhaft at random rove9

jfor fen—ny's haughty heart muft bleed. The/mil-

/#g £oy u'/*/;6 di-vine art from Paphos Jhot an arrow

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&wj, which flew unerring to the heart, and kill'd the

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pride of bonny fean.

No more the nymph, with haughty air. ]R.efufes Willy's kind addrefs ; Her yielding blulhes mew no care, But. too mKcfrfondnefs to fupprefs.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS-

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No more the youth is fallen now, But looks the gayefl: on the green, Whilit every day he fpies fome new Surprizing charms in bonny Jean.

A thoufand tranfports crowd his breaft. He moves as light as fleeting wind ; His former forrows feem a jeft Now when his Jenny is turn'd kind. Riches he looks on with difdain, The glorious fields of war look mean ; The chearful hound and horn gives pain j If abfent from his bonny Jean.

The day he fpends in am'rous gaze, Which ev'n in fummer mort'ned feems ; When funk in downs, with glad amaze, He wonders at her in his dreams. All charms difclos'd, fhe looks more bright Than Troy's prize, the Spartan Queen., With breaking day, he lifts his fight, And pants to be with bonny Jean,

CALLIOPE: OR TH2

SONG XC. PINKY HOUSE.

By Pin-kie houfe oft let me walk, while cir-cled

0tfB . , , >HW?TO 1 j- — 1"^-

in my arms I hear my Nelly fweetly talk, and gaze

o'er all her charms. 0 let me ever fond be-

im-f±

holdthofe gra-ces void of art^thofe chearfulfmiks that

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fweetly hold in will—ing chains my heart.

O come, ray love ! and bring a -new

That gentle turn of mind ; That gracefulnefs of air, in you,

By nature's hand defign'd ; That beauty like the blufhing rofe,

Firft lighted up this flame ; Which 5 like the fun, for ev^r glows

Within my bread the fame.

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. ' j$

Ye light coquets ! ye airy things !

How vain is all your art ! How feldom it a lover brings !

How rarely keeps a heart ! O gather from my Nelly's charms3

That fweet, that graceful eafe ; That blufhing modefly that warms ;

That native art to pleale !

Come then, my love ! O come along,

And feed me with thy charms $ Come, fair infpirer of my fong,

O fill my longing arms. A flame like mine can never die,

While charms, fo bright as thine, So heav'nly fair, both pleafe the eye,

And fill the foul divine !

176

CALLIOPE: OR THE

SONG XCI.

WHEN ABSENT FROM THE NYMPH.

JF/fo?* ab-fentfrom the nymph I love, I'd fain Jhake off tht chains 1 wear, but whil/l IJirive thefe to remove^

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m§re fetters I'm eblig*d to bear. My captiv'd fancy day

la. a— — ££Xp_p— lp[

and night, fairer and fairer re-prefents, Be-lin-daform'd

SEE

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for dear delight, but cruel caufe of my complaints

All 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 gently ilecp with balmy wingsa

To reft fans ev'ry weary'd wight, A thoufand fears my fancy brings,

That keep me watching ill the night*

VOCAL ENCHANTRESS,

Sleep flies, while like the goddefs fairs

And all the graces in her train, With melting fmiles and killing air,

Appears the caufe of all my pain. A while my mind delighted flies

O'er all her fweets with thrilling joy y Whilfl want of worth makes doubts arife^

That all my trembling hopes deftroy.

Thus, while my thoughts are fix'd on hers

I'm all o'er tranfport and defire ; My pulfe beats high, my cheeks appear

AH rofes, and mine eyes all fire. When to myfelf I turn my view,

My veins grow chill, my cheeks looks wan Thus, whilfl my fears my pains renew,,

I fcarcely look, or love a man.

*7°

CALLIOPE : OR 1

SONG XCII. BRAES OF BALLENDEAN.

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Now, fcenes of diftrefs plcafe only my fight : I ficken in pleafure, and languish in light.

Thro' changes, in vain, relief I purine : All, all, but confpire, my griefs to renew : From iu-nfhine, to zephyrs and fhades, we repair j To funmine we My from too piercing an air: But love's ardent fever burns always the fame! No winter can cool it", no fummer inflame.

. But, fee ! the pale moon, all clouded, retires ! The" breezes grow cool, not Strephon's defires ! 1 Hy from the dangers of tempeft and wind : Yet nourifli the inadnefs that preys on my mind. Ah, wretch ! how can life be worthy thy care, Since lengthening it's moments but lengthens defpair ?

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Come, 1st us go forth to the mead, Let us fee how the prirnrofes fpring ;

We'll lodge in feme village on Tweed* And love while the featber'd folks fing,

How dqes my love pafs the lang day ?

Does Mary not ten.d a few iheep f Do they never careleCsly flray,

While happily me lies afieep ? Tweed's murmurs mould lull her to reft 5

Kind nature indulging my blifs, To relieve the faft pains of my breafl,

I'd Heal an ambrofial kifr.

'Tis fhe does the virgins excel,

No beauty with her may compare 5 Love's graces around her do dwell :

She's fairefl: where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks ftray, .

Oh ! tell, me at noon where they feed ; Shall I feek them on fweet winding Tay,

Or pleafanter banks of the Tweed.

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That I am forfaken, fome fpare na to tell :

I'm fafh'd wi' their fcorning,

Baith evening and morning; Their jeering gaes aft to my heart wi* a 'knell, When thro' the wood, laddie, I wander myfelh

Then flay, my dear Sandy, nae langer away,

But quick as an arrow,

Hafie here to thy marrow ; Wha's living in langour, till that happy day. When thro' the wood, laddie, we'll dance, fing and play,

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SONG XCV.

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None of thofe ancient heroes e'er few a cannon ball, Or knew the force of powder to flay their foes withal ; But our brave boys do know it, and banifh all their fears, With a tow, row, row, row, row, the Britifh Grenadiers. But our brave boys, &c.

Whene'er we are commanded to Morm the Palifades, Our leaders march with fufees, and we with hand granades. We throw them from the glacis about our enemies ears, With a tow, row, row, row, row, the Britifh Grenadiers, We throw them, &c.

The god of war was pleafed, and great Bellona fmiles* To fee thefe noble heroes, of our Britifh Ifles ; And all the gods celeftial, defcended from their fpheres, Beheld with admiration the Britifh Grenadiers. And all the gods celeftial, &c.

Then let us crown a bumper, and drink a health to thofe Who carry caps and pouches that wear the looped clothes. May they and their commanders, live happy all their years., With a tow, row, row, row, row, the Britifh Grenadiers. May they and their commanders, '•&<;.

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hajle, hqfte my dear 'Jockey >, to me back again.

When lads, and their lafles, are on the green met ;

They dance, and they fing'; and they laugh, and they chat;

Contented and happy, with hearts full of glee :

I can't without envy, their merriment fee. j

Thofe paftimes offend me ; my fhepherd's not there :

No pleafure I relifh, that Jockey don't fhare.

It makes me to figh ; I from tears fcarce refrain,

I wifh my dear Jockey,

i wifh my dear Jockey,

I wifh my dear Jockey return'd back again,

But hope mall fuftain me ; nor will I defpair :

He promis'd he would in a fortnight be here.

On fond expectation my wifhes I'll feaft ;

For love my dear Jockey to Jenny will hafle.

Then, farewell, each care : and, adieu, each, vain figh :

Who'll then be fo bleft, or fo happy, as I ?

I'll fing on the meadows, and alter my flrain.

When Jockey returns,

When Jockey returns,

When Jockey returns to my arms back again.

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Dear child, how can I wrong thy name, Since 'tis acknowledged at all hands, That could ill tongues abufe thy fame,

Thy. beauty can make large amends ;

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Or if I duifl profanely try

Thy beauty's pow'rful charms t* upbraid, Thy virtue well might give the lie,

Nor call thy beauty to it's aid.

For Venus every heart t' enfnare,

With all her charms has deck'd thy face, And Pallas with unufual care,

Bids wifdom heighten every grace. Who can the double pain endure !

Or who muft not refign the field To thee, celeftial maid, fecure

WithCupid's bow, and Pallas' fhield ?

If then to thee fuch pow'r is given,

Let not a wretch in torment live, But fmile, and learn to copy Heaven,

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

Forgive th' offender and th* offence, But even itfelf appeas'd beftows.

As the reward of penitence.

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SONG XCVIII. LEADER-HAUGHS AND YARROW.

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content, young Jamie fang his marrow, nae bonnier lafs

e'er trod the grafs on leader-haughs and yarrow.

Kow fv/eet her face, where ev'ry grace

In heavenly beauty's planted ! Her fmiling een, and comely mein,

That nae perfe&ion wanted. I'll never fret, nor ban my fate,

But blefs my bonny marrow : If her dear fmile my doubts beguile,

My mind fhall ken nae forrow.

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Yet tho' file's fair, and has full fhare

Of ev'ry charm inchanting, Each good turns ill, and foon will kill

Poor me, if love be wanting/ O bonny lafs ! have but the grace

To think ere ye gae further, Your joys maun flit, if you commit

The crying fin of murder.

My wand'ring ghaift will ne'er get reli3

And day and night affright ye ; But if ye're kind, and joyful mind,

I'll ftudy to delight ye, Our years around with love thus crown'd,

From all things joy mall borrow : Thus none mall be more bleft than we,

On Leader-haughs and Yarrow.

O fweeteft Sue ! 'tis only you

Can make life worth ray wilhes, If equal love your mind can move

To grant this beft.of bliffes. Thou art my fun, and thy leaf! frown

Would blaft me in the bioiTom : But if thou mine, and make me thine,,

I'll flourim in thy bofom.

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Where birds their mufic chirp aloud, Alternately we Cmg our loves, And Fortha's. fair meanders view'dc

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The meadows wore a gen'ral fmile, Love was our banquet all the while ; The lovely profpedt charm'd the eye, To where the ocean met the fky.

Once on the grafly bank reclin'd,

Where Forth ran by in murmurs deep,

It was my happy chance to find The charming Mary lull'd afleep.

My heart then leap'd with inward blifs,

I foftly ftoop'd and ftole a kits ;

She wak'd, fhe blufh'd, and gently blain'cr,

Why, Damon ! are you not afham'd ?

Ye Sylvan Pow'rs, ye Rural Gods,

To whom we fwains our cares impart, Reftore me to thefe blefs'd abodes,

And eafe, oh ! eafe my love-lick heart : Thefe happy days again reftore, When Mall and I fhall part no more ; When fhe mail fill thefe longing arms, And crown my blifs with all her charms.

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SONG C. FOR ME MY FAIR.

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