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iOVE, HUNTING and BACHANALIAN

SONGS,

That are fung in the most Polite Circled,

WITH A NUMBER OP
NEW, SPIRITED and GENTEEL

TOASTS, SENTIMENTS and HOB-NOBS.

LONDON:

Piloted for A Richardson, Pater-Nofter-Row,
1781.

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I.'

N D E X.

A Beautiful face, and a form without fault — 2.%

jf\ All on the pica fan t banks of Tweed — 9

A man that's neither high nor low ■ ■ 49

As bringing home the other day ' 1 7

Afk if yon damafk rofe is fweet — — — 54

As near to Porto-bello lying ■ ■ 41

^Anfwer — — — — 4 J

As now my bloom comes on apace — 3$

As Roger the plowman, a lufty young fwain — i$

^As the other day milking I fat in the Vale ■ ■ . ■ x6

BEHOLD, upon the fweiling wave ■ *i

Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear ■ 34

Blow high, blow low, let tempefts tear 6

COME here, feliow-fervants, and Uftcn to me — 47

p>me, let us drink — — — 8

Come, live with me, and be my loye — — 51

Come, thou rofy, dimpled boy — — — a 9

Cruel creature, can you leave me — -. — — a*

Cupid, god of foft perfuafion — — 4*

jDEAR Chloe, come give me fweet kifles — *- 1 5
Po you hear, brother iportfxnan, the found of the horn ! *$

FAIR Hebe I left, with a cautious defign 17

Free from noiie, and free from ftrife ■ y x6

From Dunkirk, in France, in the month of September 5*

GO, rofe, ay Chloe's bofom grace — — 41

HAD I a heart for falmood fram'd »■■■ 5*

How little do thelandfmen know — — 37

How ftands the gbfs around ? ■ 48

I'M in love with twenty — — — - a 3

Jf you at an office f >licit your due ^ - 4$

Ja love ifeould there meet a fond pair • , ib.

I winna marry any mon — -— — a8

LOVELY nympn, afluage my anguifti — . »4

MY cautious mother t'other day — — 36

My deareft life, wer't thou my wife » 3*

My fond fticphcrds of late were Jo bleft J*

My

I N D E X.

Jlf y Jemmy is eroded quite over the main — %f

My lodging is on the cold ground — __ 3

My Nancy quits the rural train — — — 44

NEAR Totterdown-hill there liv'd an old pair — . xy

No nymph that trips the verdant plain — - 10

Not on beauty's transient pleafure — — — — . $$

Now come, ye jolly lads, be gay ■ 5

OF all the brave captains that ever were fcen — 40

O ! a gay daftly lord is a woundy fine fight — 16

O ! fpread thy green mantle, fweet May . 36

One Midfiimmer morning, when nature look'd gay 1 1

Onefummer's eve, as Nancy fair — — a j

SAY, little fooliQi, fiutt'ring thing — : . 47

Says Colin to me, I've a thought in my head — 4

Shepherds, I have loft my love — — 3

Since artifts who fue for the trophies of fame — 28

Sound the fife* beat the drum, to my (tandard — 2,

Sweet Anna from the fea-beach came . $4

THE bufy crew their fails unbending — — • x

The fields were green, the hills were gay 7

The murm'ring brooks, the fanning breeze 19

There are four rcafons why we drink - . 3

The filver morn that fhines £o bright 38

The wanton god who pierces hearts ■ ■ 55

Tho* prudence may prefs me — — ^— 54

'Twas in a village near Caftlebury _— 3 j

UPON an old mare well laden with eggs . 3*

WHEN Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat 4$

When blufhes dy'd the cheeks of morn ■ 1 $

When firft I faw Celia, I pray'd for a kifs — • *©

When late I wander'd o'er the plain — 51

When the trees are all bare, not a leaf to be feen — 20

When the trees are in bloom, and their beauties are feen 24

When trees did bud, and fields were green 7

Where's my Twain fo blithe and clever 39*'

While happy in my native land ■ SS

While I'm at the tavern quaffing 4

While on thy dear bofom lying — - > % t

YE fportfmen, draw near, ye (portfwomen too — 30

Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now — — 4^

Young Daphne made Damon a dupe to her pride — 14

i TOASTS, SENTIMENTS, HOB-NOBS, &c. ~ sf

COLLECTION

OF

CHOICE and FAVOURITE
SONGS, AIRS, &c.

THE buly crew their fails unbending,
TKe (hip in harbour fafe arriv'd j
Jack Oakum all his perils ending,

Had made the port where Kitty liv'd.
His rigging no one dare attack it,

Tignt fore and aft, above, below ;
fcong -quartered (hoes, check (hirt, blue jacket,
With trowzers like the driven mow.

His

[ 2 ]

His honeft heart with pleafure glowing,
He flew like lightning to the fide;

Scarce had he been a boat's length rowing,
Before his Kitty he efpy'd.

A flowing pennant gayly flutter'd
From her neat made hat of ftraw,

Red was her cheeks when firft (he utter'd,
It was her failor that (he faw.

And now the gazing crew furround her,

While fecure from all alarms j
Swift as a ball from a nine-pounder,
'They dart into each other*s arms.

The bufv crew their fails unbending,
The (nip in harbour fafe arriv'd j

Jack Oakum all his perils ending,
He made the port where Kitty Tiv'd.

cOUND the fife, beat the drum, to my ftandard repair
^ All ye lads who will conquer or die,
At requelt of my fex as a captain I come,
The men's courage and valour to try ;

'Tis your king and your country now calls for your
aid,

'Tis the ladies command you to go,
By me they announce it, and he who's afraid,

Or refufes, our vengeance (hall know.

Then firft to the Angle thefe things I declare,

So each maiden moft firmly decrees,
Not a kifs will be granted by black, brown, or fair,

Not an ogle, a ugh, or a fqueeze.

To the married, if they but look glum or fay no,

Should the monueui s dare bluft er or huff,
We've deterrakrd, nem. con. that their foreheads (hall
(how,
A word to the wife is enough.

Thefe

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Theft puniflmients we've in terrorem proclaimed,

But (till fhould you valour but lack $
As our dernier retort this refolve thall be nara'd,

Which, egad, will foon make you all pack.

We'll the breeches aflume,^pon my honour 'tis true.
So determine maids, widows, and wives,

Firft we'll march, beat the French, then march back
and beat you,
Aye, and wear 'em the reft of our lives.

TLf Y lodging is on the cold ground,

JV1 And very hard is my fare,

But that which grieves me more, love,

Is the coldnefs of my dear.
Yet ftill he cry'd, turn, love,

I pray thee, love, turn to me,
For thou art the only girl, love,

That is ador'd by me.

With a garland of ftraw I will crown thee, lovC|

I'll marry you with a ruih ring 5
Thy frozen heart (hall melt with love,

So merrily I (hat! fine.
Yet .ftill, &c.

But if you will harden your heart, love,

And be deaf to my pitiful moan :
Oh ! I muft endure the fmart, love,

And tumble in ftraw all alone.
Yet ftill, &c.

SHEPHERDS, I have loft my love,
& Have you feen my Anna,
Pride of ev'ry (hady grove
Upon the banks of Banna r

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1 for her my home forfook,

Near yon mifty mountain,
Left my flock, my pipe, my crook,

Greenwood ihade, and fountain.

Never /hall I fee them more,

Until her returning ;
AH the joys of 4ife aye o'er,

Erom giadnefs chajig?d to mourning,,

Whither is my charmer flown ?

Shepherds, tell me whither:
Ah, woe for me, perhaps fhe's gone

For ever and for ever.

«7HILE I'm at the tavern quaffing,
-VV wen difpos'd for t'other cjuart $
Come's my wife to fpoil my laughing,

Telling me 'tis time to part ;
Words I knew were unavailing,

Yet I fternly anfwered, no ';
•TiUfrom-ratoiBes^ore prevailing,

Sitting down fl)e -treads my toe.
Such kind tokens,- to my thinking,

Moft emphatically prove,
That the joys which flow from drinking,

Are averfota'tjio.fe of love:
Farewell, friends, a#d t'other bottle,

Since I can no Jogger ftay,
Love, more learn'd fib an Ariilqtjje,

Has to move me found the way.

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C AYS Colin to ,me,J!ve a thought iii.my head j
*^ I know a young damfel I : m .dying to wed :
v So pleafe you, quoth I, and whenever it is done,
/Ypu'll quarrel and youll^azt aga^.a^fufcj&jtgan,

And

[ 5 ]

And fb when you're married (poor amorous wight ! )
You'll tttll it and coo it from morning till night ;
But truft me, good Colin, you'll find it bad tun, ..
Inilead of which you'll -fight and fcratch — as fureas
a gun.

But fhouM fhe prove fond of her own deareft tavtt
And you be as fupple and foft as her glove j
Yet be (he a faint, and a$ chafte as a nun?
You're failen'dtoher apron-itrings— -as fure as a gun,

Suppofe it was you then, iaidhe witha tee/,
You wou'd not ferye me fo, I'm certain, my dear :
Jn troth I replied, I will anfwer Tor none,
JBut do a^ other women ,db — as fure as a gjuifc.

MOW come, ye joUy. lads, be gay,
*^ And let us iiqg an<l dance, .
For this is Phelim's w.edding-.day j

Behold* the youth advance, j

And fweet and lovely by. his fide
•* The charming Feggy view,
That each might ,wiih \ tor fuch.a bride.

So innocent and true.
The pipe and tabor fweetly founds

To pleafe the feftive throng ;
The merry bells the wedding crowns,

As thus they pais along.
There's Donnelly and blithfome Part,

And Mordock Fagan too $
With fiddling Phil, and Skipping Matt,

The wedding to purfue.
As for the feaft, they now prepare.

And plenty there behold j
Potatoes drefs'd fo rich and rare,

With fait fifh, we are told ;
And whilky was in noggins brought*

"Which Qft tliey put about;
pach rofe and danc'd as auick as thought,
«. ■ - . And tripp'd it in and out,

^ Matt and Patt b Pf ' 01 ?S *

The w^oug hi gh we ^
A ndonth a tn4tJ? yron ?-

THE

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*FHE fields were green, the hills were gay,
* And birds were finging on each fpray,
Young Colin met me in a grove,
And told me tender tales of love,
Was e'er a Twain fo blithe as be,
So kind, fo faithful, and fo free.

In fpite of all my friends could fay,
Young Colin ftole my heart away.

And when he trips the meadow along,
He fweetly joins the woodlark's fong j
And when he dances on the green,
There's none fo blithe as Colin feen j
For when he's by I nothing fear,
For I alone am all his care.
In fpite of all, &c.

My mother chides me that 1 roam,
•And feems furpriz'd I quit my home s
She would not wonder why I rove,
Did fhe but know how much I love :
Full well I know the generous fwain,
He ne'er will give my bolom pain.
In ipite of all, &c.

WHEN trees did bud and fields were green,
* And broom bloom'd fair to lee,
When Mary was complete fifteen,
And love laugh "d in her een j -
Blithe Davy's blinks her heart did move

To fpeak her mind thus free ;
Gang down the burn, Davy > love,

And I will iollow thee.
Now Davy did each lad furpafs,

That dwelt on this burn iide 5
And Mary was the bonnieit lafs,
Juit meet to be a bride.

Blithe Davy's blinks, &c.

Her

Her cheeks were roles, red and white,

Her een were bonny blue>
Her looks were like Aurora bright,

Her lips like dropping dew. .
Blithe Davy's blinks, &c.

As Fate had dttelt to h mi 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 aiham'd to own her love,
Or fpeak her mind thus free,
Gang down the burn, &c.

GLEE, Sung by ft Society of Citizens.

nr HERE are four reafbris why We drink,
1 All orthodox,- we really tttfrik j
Good wine, our frrertds, the being dry,
Or left we mould b* by-atrd-bye,
Or— any other reafon why;

Another by ttte Same.

/^OME, Jet us drink,
V>» >rf- ls j n va j n t0 ihi n k f

Like fools, on grief or fadneis j

Let our money &y,

And our forrows die,
All worldly care is madnefs.

More, more campaign*

On Yankie plains,
More budgets too will follow :

So we'll drink wh'ile able,

Nor quit the table,
*Tiil twelve at noon to-morrow.

ALL

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Ati on tfce pTeafirit bank* of Tweed

. Young Jockey w>rt my heart, )

Jfene-playttf* iweetoin eaten reed,

Afar fung with fo much art ;
Uis Toothing tale did foon pfevaif,

And made me fofcdly love him ;
But now he flies, nor heeds my cries,

Ah, why did I believe him ?
.- Ah,&c; " '

Wnen firft the youth made his addrels,

He nought bat love did fay f-
Givt "tnc, he* cry'd, fnf heart again*

The heart you've Hole away :
Or elfe incline to giv6 me thine?

And TJl together join them j
My faithful heart could never part,

Ah, wby did I believe him ?

Ah, &c "•

Now, now my flighted face he knows,

His foon forgotten dear,
To a wealthier lafs overjoyM he goes,

To breaths: his fafthood there.
Miftaken fair, the youth's a cheat,

Nor for a moruent truft Mm j
For ihining gold he's bought and fold>

Ah, why did I believe him .* .
Ah, &c.

Now, all you maidens, flight the fwain,

His flattering ftory fhuit,
Or you like me will be betrayed,

Like me you'll be undone. .

But peace, my bread, I'll not break- my reft,

But try quite to forget tfiim 5
I foon may fee as good as he, .

I with I ne'er had ie,en him, 1
I willi, &c*

B : . Sung

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Sung by Mr. Edwin, in the Flitch of Bacda.

AH, a gay flafhy lord is a woundy fine fight !
v Who is ne'er to be feen but with owls in tie
night:
Then fo flight here behind,
He's blown thro' by jthe wind :
, So cropped,
And belopp'd !
Such timber, fo limber, from top to the toe,
That he wriggles and nods, as he walks to and fro !

I ne'er fee'd but one in the courfe of my life,
And him I had ijck'd, but for Bridget my wife }
I laugn'd at his pride,
And the fpit by his fide,
Good lack 1
His long back,
Like a building fo weak is, it hardly can ftand,
But would fhap wort in two like a twig in this hand.

T^O nymph that trips the verdant plain

A With Sally can compare,

She wins the hearts of all the world,

And rivals all the fair:
The beams of fol delight and cheer,

While fummer feafons roll,
But Sally's fmiles can all the year

Give mmmer to the foul,

Give fummer, &c.

When from the Eaft the morning ray

Illumes the world below,
Her pre fence bids the god of day

With emulation glow.
Frefti beauties deck the painted ground,

Birds fweeter notes prepare ;
The playful lambkins (kip around,

And hail the fifter fair,

And hail, &c. The

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Tfcc lark but (trains his liquid throat

To bid the maid rejoice,
And mimicks, while he (wells the note,

The fweetnefs of her voice :
The fanning zephyrs round her play,

While Flora fneds perfume,
And every flow'ret feems to lay,

I but for Sally bloom,

I but, &c.

The am'rous- youths her charms proclaim,

From morn to eve their tale,
Her beauty and unfpotted fame,

Make vacant every vale j
The dream meand T ring thro 1 the mead

Her eccho'd name conveys ;
And ev'ry voice, and ev'ry reed,

Is tun'd to Sally's praife,

Is tun'd, &c.

No more (ball bHthfoine lafi and Twain

To mirthful wake re fort $
Nor every May- morn on the plain

Advance in rural fport :
Nor more (hall gu(h the guggling rill,

Nor mufick wake the grove ;
Nor flocks look fnow-like on the hill,

When I forget to love,

When I, &c.

f)NE Midfummer morning when nature loo&'d

The birds full of fong, and the flocks full of play j
When earth feem'd to anfwer the fmiles from above,
And all things proclaimed it the feafon of love,
My mother cry'd, Nancy, come hafte to the mill $
If the corn be not ground, you may fcold if you will.

B a The

[ » ]

The freedom te nfe my tongue pleasM me no doubt,
A woman, alas ! would be riothing without )
I went tow'rd the mill without any delay,
And conn'd o'er the words I deter.nm'd to fay$
But when I canae near k, I found it Rock ftill,
Blefs my ftars, now I cry'd, huff him rarely I wifl.

The miller to market that inftant was gone, •■
The work it was left to the care of his fpn, $
Now tho' I can fcold well as any one can, -.

I thought 'twould be wrong to fcold the your^g man,.
I faid I am furpriz'd you can ufe me fo ill,
I muft have my corn ground, I muft and I will,

Sweet maidy cry'd the youth, the fault is not mine,
No corn in the town I'd grind fooner than thine 5
There's no one mo$e ready in pleating the fair,
The mill fliall go merrily round 1 declare :
But hark how the birds fmg, and fee how they bill.
Know I muft Jaave a kifs fcrft, I muft and I will. '

My corn being done, I tow'rd home bent my way,
He whifper'd he'd ibmething of moment to fay, •
Infifted to hand me along the green mead.
And there fwore he lovxi me indeed and indeed j
And that he'd be conftant and true to me ftill,
And fince that time I've lik'd him,- and like him I wilt

I often fay, mother, the miller I'll huff,
She laughs and cries, go girl, aye plague him enough j,
And fcarce a day panes, but by her defire,
I gain a fly kifs frc*h the yduth "I admire.
It wedlock he wifhes, his wim I'll fulfil,
JMad TJl anfwer, O yes, with a. hearty good will* \

VfY fond {hepherds. of late were fobleft,
J.VJ Their fair nyrapts were, fo happy and gay,.-
' That each night they w^nt fafely to reft,
> . And they merrily fangthrough the day.

But,

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But, ah \ what a fcene muft appear,

Muft the fweet rural paftimes be o'er,
Shall the tabor, the tabor, no more ftrike the ear f

Shall the dance on the green be no- more ?
Will the flof ks on the paftures be led,

Muft the herds go wild ftraying abroad.
Shall the looms be all ftoptin each (bed,

And the (hips be all moor'4 in each road f
Muft the arts be all fcatter'd around,

And (hall commerce grow fick rf her tide,
Muft religion, religion, expire on the ground,

And fhall virtue link down by her fide ?

TnTfHElsJ blvrfhes dy'd the cheeks of morn,
r " And dew-drops gliften'd on the thorny
When fkjMarks tun'd their carrols fweiel^ .
To hail the god of light and heat,
Philander from his downy bed
*To fair Lifetta's chamber fped,
Crying, awake, fweet love of mine,
I'm come to be thy Valentine. ' •
Awake, awake, &c.

Soft love that balmy deep denies,
Had long unveil'd her brilliant eyes>
Which, that a kifs fhe might obtain,
She artfully had cios\i again.
He funk, thus caught in beauty's, trap*
Xike Phoebus into Thetis' lap,
And near forgot that his defign *
. Was but to be her Valentine.

She ftarting cry'd, 1 am undone,
Philander, charming youth, be gone,
for tbi3 time to your vow^fijicere, . • •••
Majce yiitue no| your love appear.
No deep has clos'd theie watchful eyepi,
Forgiye the finable fond difguife ;
^° gSP'rquR thoughts. your heart ixiclinf,
Anclbe my faithful Valentine.

The

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The brutal paflion fudden fled,
Fair honour govern'd in his Head,
And both agreed e'er fet of fun
To join two virtuous hearts in one.
Their beauteous offspring foon did prove
The fweet effects of mutual love :
And from that hour to life's decline,
She bleft the day of Valentine.

TTOUNG Daphne made Damon a dupe to her pride,
* He'd figh and he'd florm, he'd fboth and he'd

chide :
I wonder the fair ones fo cruel can be,
Had I been a damfel, I'm fare he'd won me.
But all her return to his am'rous chat,
Was, yes to be (ore, O I love you for that,

Was yes,- &c.

He told her, her eyes fhone morebrighrthan the day>
And fuch /oft things as all kind lovers fay ;
That paflion defpis'd wou'd to age turn his youth,
And that he fhould die, which was certainly truth £
Yet tho' he ftill put in his pleadings fo pat,
*Twas, yes to be fare, O I love you for that*
T Twas, &c.

Now finding his courtmip was on a weak plan,
He threw off the lover, and put on the man 5
And while they both fhelter'done noon in the bow'r,
Swore boldly, by Jove, he'd be happy that hour ;
She frown'd, and ftrait flying the place where they fat>
Cry'd, yes to be fare, O I love you for that*
Cry'd, &c.

But Damon foon clafp'dthe nymph faft in his arms,
And fwore that his flame fhou'd be crown'd with her

charms ;
That joy to wound virtue his heart was above.
How good we all grow when we're hamper 'd in love $
. ' lie

t 15 3

He Ibrc'd her to church, gave her tit for her tat,
And now there's no doubt but (be loves him for that,
And, &c.

A S Roger the plowman, a lufty young fwain,
" Was whittling and trudging it over the plain,
He met black-ey'a Sufan, whole dull maidenhead
Long tir'd her more than the pail on her head.

Deareft Sufan, faid he, well meet in good time,
I've a favour to afk, if it is not a crime ;
Will you go, pretty maiden, with me to the fair,

And 1*11 give you a fairing to ftick in your hair.

The damfel reply'd, as (he ftruggled to go,
I ne'er grant' men favours, I'd have you to Know 5
To teize me and follow now no longer dare,
I want none of your fairings to ftick in my hair.

But Roger with kifles fo well play'd his part,
He foon found the method to foften her heart ;
<3rown kinder ihe blufh'd, and cryd, laft night I fweaj%
I dreamt of a fairing to ftick in my hair.

The lovers walk'd. on till they came to a grove,
Where no one could fee but the arch god of love j
He laid her down gently, (he was not aware,
Of the fairing he gave her that ftuck in her hair.

Ye lafTes of Britain that figh and look wan,
And pine all your lifetime in fecret for man j
While frolick and free and good-natur'd you are,
You need never want fairings to ftick in your hair.

TSEAR Chloe, come give me fweet kifles,
*^ For fweeter no girl ever gave 5
But why in the midft of my billies,
Do you aik me how many I'd have ?

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I am not to be (tinted in pleafure,
- ''Then prithee, dear Chloe, be kind j
For fince I love thee beyond meafure,

To numbers I'll ne'er be confhVd.
Count the bees that on Hybla are playing,

Count the flowers that enamel the fields 5
Count the flocks that on Tempe arejtraving,

Q* the grain that rich Sicily yields :
Count how many ftars are in heaven,

Go number the fands on the (hpre 5
And when fo many kifles you've given,

1 (till mall be aflcing fot more.
To a heart full of love let me hold tnee,

A heart which, dear Chloe, is thine j
In my arms I'd for ever enfold thee, ^

And twift round thy neck like a vine:
What joy can be greater than this is !

My Hfe on thy lips (hall be fpent;
But the wretch who can number his kifles',

Will always with few be content.

AS the other day milking I fet in the-vale,
K Yoang Damon he came to addrefs his foft tale*,-
So fudden, I ftarted and gave him a frown,
For be frighted my cow,andi«y milk was kick'd down*

Lord blcfs me, (aid I, what a deuce can you mean,
To come thus upon one unthought of, unieen f
I ne>r will approve of the love, you^pre tend,
For^ as. mifchief begins, perhapsmifchief may end r

I little thought now he'd his paflion advance,
But pretty excufes made up the mifchance 5
He begg'd a kind kifs, which I gave him I vow,
And I laid my ownielf the whole fault on tjie cow.

How many ways love can the bofom invade,
His art prov'd too ttrong, alas, for a maid !
He hinted that wedlock was what he'd be at,
jKjufc I thought it was bell to fay nothing to that.

"5 I flutter

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1 flutter all over whenever he comes nigh j
For if he (hauld prefs I (hall furely comply ;
And ne'er (hall be angry, mv heart itfelt tells,
Tho* he flings down my milk, or does any thing elfet

AS bringing home, the other day,
Two linnets I had ta'en,
The pretty warblers ftem'd to pray

For liberty again.
Unheedful of their plaintive notes,

I fprang acrofi the mead *
In vain they tiuVd their downy throatSt

And flutter'd to be freed.
As paffing thro' the tufted grove.

Near which my cottage ftood,
I thought I faw the queen of love,

When Clora's charms I viewed t
I gazM, I lovM, I prefed her ftay

To hear my tender tale ;
But all in vain, (he fled away,

Nor could my fighs prevail.
Bowel thro' the wound which love had mad*

Came pity to my breaft,
And thus I, as companion bade,

The feathcr'd pair addreft ;
Ye little warblers, cheerful be,

Remember not ye flew,
For I, who thought mvfelf to free,

Am far more caught than you.

T7AIR Hebe I left, with a cautious defign

* To efcape from her charms and to drown then>

in wine $
I try'd it 5 but found, when I came to depart,
The wine in my head, but love ftill in my heart.

I. repaired to my reafon, intreated her aid,
Whopavu'donmycafe^andeachcircumftimeewei^cU
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Then gravely pronounc'd, in return to my pray V,
That Hebe was faireft of all that was fair.

That's a truth, reply'dl, I've no need to be taught,
I came for a counfel to find out a fault.
ff that's all, quoth Reafon, rettrnras you came,
To find fault with Hebe would forfeit my name.

What hope then, alas! of relief from my pain,
When like lightning fhe darts thro' each throbbing

vein 5
My fenfes furpriz'd, in her favour took arms,
And Reafon confirms me a Have to her charms.

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OlNCE artifts who fue for the trophies of fame,
^ Their wit, and their tafte, and their genius proclaim,
Attend to mv fong, where you'll certainly find
A fecret difclos'd for the good of mankind :
Deny it who can— fore the laurel's mv due $
I've found out a padlock to keep a wife true.

Should the amorous goddefs prefide o'er vour dame,
And the ardour of love all her fenfes enflame j
Should her beauties lead captive each fofter defire, •
And languifhing lovers ftill love and admire,
Yet feariefe you'll truft her, tho' thoufands may fue,
When I tell you my padlock to keep a wife true.

The hufband may think that he wifely reftrains*
With his bars and his bolt9, his confinement and

chains j
How fatally weak muft this artifice prove f
Can fetters of fteel bind like letters of love-?
Throw jealoufy hence, bid fuipicion adieu,
Reftraint's not the padlock to keep a wife true.

If her fancy invites to park, ball, or play,
Compliant and kind you muft give her her way s
Far while you thus wifely her judgment approve,
*Tis reafon fecures you the treafuves of love 5
And believe me, no coxcomb admifiion fhall find,
For the fair one is fafe, if you padlock her mind* .

Tho' her virtues and foibles frequently blend,
Let the huiband be loft in the Ipver and friend %

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No doubtful lurmife fliall your bofom perplex,
*Tis the charm of indulgence that binds the foft (ex 1
They ne'er can prove falfewith this maxim in view.
Good humour's the padlock to keep a wife true.

THE murmuring brooks, the fanning breeze,
Gay myrtles, flow'rjr banks and trees.

To doat on fome incline 5
But nobler bleffings I advife,
The greateft joys above the flcies,

Are women, love, and wine.
From icene to fcene while thoufands rove>
Unlets to women, wine, and love,

In fecret let them pine j
While I the world with pleafure tell,
We all may ev'ry care difpel

With women, love, and wine.
The reftlefs wretch who doats on gold.
And would in flames the world behold,

Pay homage to the (hrine ;
Shall gen'rous grow, his pelf defpife,
Be happy, joyous, honeft, wife,

By women, love, and wine.
May youth and age, of all degrees,
On fuch infpirmg comforts feize,

'Twill ev'ry fenfe refine j
To fee mankind to nobly bleft,
Superior powers (hall wifh to tafte

Of women, love, and wine.
Ye fbns of joy, for true delight
Dear women, love, and wine unite, »

This great refolve is mine :
Forgetting ev'ry care that's paft,
"My joy fhall flow, while life doth bu%

From women, love, and wine.

C* WHEtf

"1X7 HEN. the tree* are all bare, not a leaf to be feea,
vv And the meadows their beauty have loft,
When nature's difrob'd of her mantle of green.

And the ftreams are fait bound with the froft*
While the peafant, inactive, ftands ihiv'ring with cold,

As bleak as the winds northerly blow ;
And the innocent flock run for eafe to the fold,

With their fleeces all cover'd with {how.

In the yard when the cattle are fodder'd with ftraw,

And they fend forth their breath like a ftream j
And the neat looking dairy -maid fees (he muft thaw

Flakes of ice that (he finds in the cream.
When the fweet country maiden, as frefh as the rofe,

As me careiefl v trips often Aides,
And the ruftics loud laugh, if. by falling (he lhows

All the charms that her modefty hides.
When the lads and the lades, for company join'd,

In a crowd round the embers are met,
Talk of fairies and witches that ride on the wind,

And of ghofts, till they're all in a fweat.
Heav'n grant in this feafon it may be my lot,

With the nymph that I love and admire,
While the icicles hang from the eves of my cot,

I may thither in fafety retire 5
Where in neatnefc and quiet, and free from furprize,

We may live, and no hardships endure,
Nor feel any turbulent paflions arife,

But fuch as each other may cure.

TX/HEN firft I faw Celia I pray'd for a kifs,

vv She frown'd, and cry'd, jprithee, fwain, don't 3

I always think freedoms fo clofe are amifs,

And take my word for it I won't.
Too clofe ! reply'd I, can a lover too clofe

Approach to the charmer he loves j
He can't j ev'ry (hepherd that's happy well knows,

And this no kind damfel difproves#

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Sly Cupid now whifper'd, why beg for a kifs,

Coniider your manhood's at ftake ;
Each beauty defpifes a queftion like this,

*Tis yours not to afk, but to take.
A lover with boldncfs the fair mould attack j

*Tis conduct in them to be fhy ;
And once their fweet lips if you'd heartily fraack,

They'll never once after deny.
Encouraged by this, I determin'd to prefs

The prettieft of nymphs ever known ;
My heart beat with tranfport to fuch an excefs,

That her bofom grew warm as my own.
A decent affurance, where love is fmcere,

In courtfliip mews prudence and (kill,
And now when I fmihng cry, Kifs me, my dear t

*Tis changed from I won't to I will.

inirHILE on thy dear bofom lying,
* Celia, who can fpeak my bhfs,
Who the rapture I'm enjoying,
When thy balmy lips I kifs ?

Every look with love infpires me,

Every touch my bofom warms,
Every melting tranfport fires me,

Every joy is in thy arms.
Thofe dear eyes how foft they languifh,

Feel my heart with rapture beat j
Pleafures turn almoft to anguifli,

When the tranfport is fo great.

J«ook not fo divinely on me,
Celia, I mail die with blifs j
Vet, yet, turn thofe eyes upon me,
, WJio'd not die a death like this ?

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A Beautiful face, and a form without fault,
"• Are not the attractions by which I am caught j
Good-nature, good fenfe, and an honeft free mind,
Are perfections in woman to which Fm inclin'd,

With beauty alone 'tis in vain to engage,
For paflion muft cool in the winter of age 5
'Tia only good-humour, fair friendship, and truth, .
That can charm us in age, as they charm us in youth.

The lily and rofe with attention furvey,
Like beauty their charms are as tranfient and gay ;
Ye fair, think of this when by vanity fway'd,
Tho' you bloom like the rofe, like the rofe you muft
fade.

Then Venus no more your delufions employ,
Like a Syren you tempt, like a Syren deftroy j
By reafon fm taught, that in chufing a wife,
Thofe beauties are beft which will laic her for life.

/^RUEL creature, can you leave me,
^ Can you thus ungrateful prove ?
Did you court me to deceive me,

And to (light my conftant love ?
Falfe ungrateful, thus to woo me,

Thus to make my heart a prize j
Firft to ruin and undo me,

Then to fcorn and tyrannize.

Shall I fend to Heaven my prayer,

Shall I all my wrongs relate j
Shall I curfe the dear betrayer ?

Now, alas ! it is too late.
Cupid, pity my condition,

Pierce this unrelenting fwain j
Hear a tender maid's petition,

And reflore my love again !

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ONE nimnacr's eve, as Nancy fair
Sat fpihning in the iliade,
The foaring lark forfook the air,

And warbled o'er her head.
In tender cooes the pigeon woo'd,

Love's impulfe all muft feel j
She fung, but yet her work purfu'd,
And turn'd the fpinning wheel.

While thus I work with rock and reel,

So life by time is fpun,
Aftd as goes round ray fpinning wheel,

The world goes up and down :
Some rich to-day, to-morrow low,

Whilft I no changes feel,
But get my bread by fweat of brow,

And turn my fpinning wheel.

From me let men and women too

This home-fpun lefTon learn,
Nor mind what other people do,

But eat the bread they earn.

If none was fed, was that to be,

But what deferves a mea',
Some ladies then, as well as me,

Muft turn the fpinning wheel.
The thrufh but tunes its warbling notes,

And echoes its tuneful ftrain,
When o'er the lawn came leaping Joan,

And brought home Nancy's fwain :
The dame cries, Nancy, hereYyour fpouie,

Away throw rock and reel ;
Blithe Nancy at that blooming news

O'erfet her fpinning wheel.

i »M in love with twenty, I'm in love with twenty,
* And could adore as many more,

For nothing's like a plenty ;

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Variety is charming, variety is charming)
For conftancy is not for me,
So ladies you have warning.

He that has but one love, he that has but one love*

Looks as poor as any boor,

Or like a man with one glove*
Not the fine regalia, not the fine regalia

Of eaftern kings that poets nng,

But oh ! the fine feraglio.

Girls grow old and ugly, girls grow old andttgly #
And can't infpire the fame defire
As when they're young and fmugly.

Why has Cupid pinions, why has Cupid pinions >

If not to fly thro' all the fky,

And fee his fav'rite minions.
Love was born of beauty, love was born of beauty.

And when fhe goes, the urchin knows

To follow is his duty.

T Ovely nymph, afluage my anguifh,
■*"* At your feet a tender fwain
Prays you would not let him languifh,
One kind look would eafe his pain.

Lovely nymph> &C4

Did you know the lad that courts you,

He need not long fue in vain ;
Prince of fong, of dance, of fport,

You fcarce will meet his like again.

Did you know, &c.

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rHEN the trees are in bloom, and their beauties

are feen,

And the gardens look lovely and gay ;
When nature is clad in its mantle of green,
And the birds chant their innocent lay $

When the (hepherd retires from Phoebus'* beams
To the (hade of the wide fpreading oak,

To cool his perch'd throat by a murmuring (beam*,
Whilft th* oxen gently low in their yoke.

When wanton the cattle bound over the lawn,

And luxuriously roll on the graft $
'When the linen, as white as the plumes of a lwtn,

Is hung on the hedge by the lais.
When the fweet country virgin, as blithe as the morn,

With the milk-pail on her head climbs the ftfle;
And the former with pleasure furveys his green corn*

'While the promising crop makes him (mile. ' .-
When the lads and the lafles are met on the green,

With Colin the piper their guide ;
When young Daphne of May is elected their queen,

And her favourite fwain by her fide :

When Colin in dancing exerts his beft (kill,

*Tis rofy-cheek'd Phoebe to pleafe 5
Clumfy Ralph foots it up to his maid of the miD,

While the crowd on his aukwardnefs gaze*

All hail, happy feafon, thou weather of love.

Thou niece of content and delight;
Thou beft comfort of day, the belt gift from above,

' Thou kindeft indulger of life 1

Heav'n grant that the feafon productive may prove,

The hopes of my wiihes to gain $
And infoire the heart of my charmer with love 1

Let all lovers now chorus Amen.

T\0 you hear, brother fportfman, the found of the
*** horn,

And yet the fweet pleamres decline ?
For fliame rouze your fenfes, and ere it is morn,

With me the fweet melody join*
O'er hills and o'er valleys
See the traitor he rallies,

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Don't quit him till panting he lie* j
See hounds in full cry,
O'er hedges all fly,

Chafing the fwift hare till fee diet.
Then faddle your fteeds, to the meadows and fields "

All willing, all joyous repair ;
Nojpkafure in life greater happinefs yields

Than chafing the fox or the hare*
For fuch comfort, my friends,
On the fportfinan attends,

No pleamre like hunting is found}
tor when the day's o'er,
All briflc as before,

Next morning we fpurn up the ground*

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from noife, free from fhife,
In a fweet country life,
I could chufe for to fpend all my days i

Where innocence reigns,

Flocks over the plains,
And birds fweetly echo the lay.

So contented they live,

What Joys they receive*
Tho' nothing but ground for their floor $.

Juft before the fweet cot,

So delightful the (pot,
Where a jeffamin grows by the door.

Early they rife,

Tranfported with joys,
So contented their days pafs along ;

And if juftly combin'd,

With a true-hearted mind,
1fo a wife whom all virtues belong.

Tho* homely their food,

Their appetites good,
Blooming health on their cheeks doth appear j?

Neither envy nor pride

With them can refide,
But happinefs fhines thro' theyean

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At fun going down,

Their work being done,
They're the faappieft people on earth |

By the oak on the green

Each couple is (ken,
With innocent paJhme and mirth*

When barveft is done,

With a formal old fang,
The jolly farmer among all the reft j

Who will laugh, drink, and fay.

This is our holiday,
With beef and good ale of the beft.

Let the ftatefinan define,
Who at court doth afpire,
for his country's good let it be j
Truth, jumcc, andP— t,
In this houfe always fit,
And times will mend fooner you'll fee*

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[EAR Totterdown-huY there liv'd an old pair,

' It may be they dwell there ftill,
Much riches indeed did not fall to their (hare j

They kept a (mall farm and a mill :
But fully content with what they did get,

They knew not of guile or of arts j
One daughter they had, and her name it was Bet,

And me was the pride of their hearts.
Nut-brown were her locks, her (nape it was (trait,

Her eyes were as black as a floe,
Her teeth were milk-white, full fmart was her gait,

And as (leek was her (kin as a doe/
All thick were the clouds, and the rain it did pour,

Not a bit of true blue could be fpy'd ;
A child wet and cold came and flood at the door,

Its mam it had loft, and it cry 'd.

D a Young

Young Bet was as kind as the morning in May*

The babe (he bugg'd clofe to her breaft »
She chafd him all oer j he fmiTd as he lay j

She kifs'd him, and lull'd him to reft. '
But who do you think (he had for her prize f

Why Love, the (ly mafter of arts ;
No (boner he wak'd than he dropt his difguife,

And (hew'd her his wings and his daits.

Quoth he, I am Love, but be not afraid,

Tho' all I make (hake at my will,
So good and fo kind you have been, my fair maid, -

No harm you (hall find from my (kill ;
My mother ne'er dealt with fuch kindnefs to me *

A friend you (hall find in me ftill :
Take my quiver and (hoot, and be greater than Atf

The Venus of Totterdown-Hill.

T Winna marry any mon
* But Sandy o'er the lee,
I winna ha the dominee,

For guid they canna be 5
But I will ha my Sandy lad,

Mv Sandy o'er the lee ;
For ne's aye a-kiffing, kiffing,

Aye a-kiffing me.

I will not ha the minifter

For all his godly looks ;
Nor yet will I the lawyer have,

For all his willy crooks 5
I will not ha the plowman lad,

Nor yet will I the miller,
But I will ha my Sandy lad

Without one penny filler.

For he's aye a-kiffing, &c. fc

• I will

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* >>ill no lia the foldier lad,
w For he gangs to the war js

* "will not ha the failor lad,
w Becaufe he fmells of tar \

* 'Will not have the lord nor laird,
^ For all their muckle gear,
^lit I will ha my Sandy lad,

My Sandy o'er the meir.

For he's aye a-kiffing, &c

^•OMB, thou rofy, dimpled boy,
^ Source, of ev'ry heart-felt joy,
Leave the blifsful bowers a while,
Paphos and the Cyprian ifle j
Vifit Britons rocky fliore,
Britons do thy powers adore,
Britons, hardy, bold, and free,
Own thy laws, and yield to thee,
Source of ev'ry heart- felt joy,
Come, thou rofy, dimpled boy.

Hade to Sylvia, hafle away,
This is thine and Hymen's day,
Bid her thy loft bandage wear,
Bid her for love's rites prepare ;
Let the nymphs with many a flower
Deck the facred nuptial bower,
Thither lead the lovely fair,
And let Hymen too be there 5

This is thine and Hymen's day,
Hade to Sylvia, hafle away.

Only while we love we live,
Love alone can plealure give ;
•Pomp and power, and tinfel ttate,
Thole falfe pageants of Jhe great,
frowns and fcepters, envy'd things,
And the pride of Eaflern kings,

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Are but childifli, empty toys,
When compared to love's fweet joys,

Love alone can pleafure give,.

Only while we love we live.

■yE fportfmen, draw near, ye iportfwomen too f
■* Who delight in the joys of the field,
Mankind, tho' they blame, are all eager as you,

And no one the conteft will yield 5
His lordfhip, his worfhip, his honour, his grace,

A hunting continually go,
All ranks and degrees are engaged in the chace a

With hark, forward, huzza ! tally ho !
The lawyer will rife with the firft of the morn,

To hunt for a mortgage or deed j
The hufband gets up at the found of the horn,

And rides to the common full fpeed ;
The patriot is thrown in purfuit of his game,

The poet too often lays low,
Who mounted on Peganis, rides after fame,

With hark, forward, huzza ! tally ho ! &c.

£\H ! fpread thy green mantle, fweet May, o'er the

^ ^ ground,

Drive the blafts of chill winter away 5
Let the birds fweetly carrol, thy flowerets finile rounds

And let us with all nature be gay.
Let fpleen, fpite, and envy, thofe clouds of the mind,

.Be difpers'd by the funfhine of joy 5
The pleasures ot Eden bad blefs'd human kind,

Had no fiend enter'd there to deftroy.
As May, with her magic, can warm the cold earth,

Let each fair with the feafon improve 5
Be widows reftor'd from their mourning to mirth,.

And hard-hearted maids yield to love.

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The fbldier turn'd fhepberd, foft paflion (hall learn*

And breathe out his vows in the fliade ;
The divine become warlike, in frolic (hall torn

The ftiff band to a fprightly cockade.
Tho' the red coat and black coat tbi* ieafon trans-
forms,

And melt marble hearts into fighs ;
Sweet May can do more, for it wakens and warms*

And gives §>irits to beaux and to flies.
Bring roles and myrtles to crown the gay feaft,

Its joy let each bofom impart 5
When pleafure is jgiv'n, and left by each gueft,
'Tis the May of the mind and the heart*

■pEfcold, upon the fwelling wave,
■*■* With Streaming pendants gay,
Our gallant fhip invites the brave,
While glory leads the way :
And a cruizing we will gjo, and a cruizing we
will go, and a cruizing we will go, and a
cruizing we will ge«
Ye beauteous maids, your fmiies bellow i

For if you prove unkind,
How can we hope to beat the foe,
Who leave our hearts behind.
When a cruizing, &c.
See Keppei/s flag once more dif£lay'd t

Upon the deck he Hands ;
Old England's glory ne'er can fade*
Nor tarnifh in his hands.
So a cruizing, &c.
Se England to herfelf but true,
To France defiance's hurl'd ;
Give peace, America, with you.
And war with all the world.
Then a cruizing, fee.

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TTPON an old mare well laden with eggs

** Fair Alice to market was riding,
When Roger jogg'd by on two as good legs,

As a man or a lafs might confide in.
The weather was warm, and the fair in high bloom,

Such as health crowned with beauty difcovers,
The trees over-arch'd gave a fanciful gloom, .

Not a foul in the road but our lovers.
The roguifligod Cupid gave Roger a hint ;

Of his pa/lion he begged to remind her ;
He urg'd and he pleaded — at length thro* mere dint

Of perfuafion, (he took him behind her :
Heimplor'd a falute; 'twas refused out of forms

But young Roger, with high indignation,
Determin'dher fips that fame moment to florin,

No delay for a capitulation.

By youth, love, and fortune encouraged, the (wain

loo ftrong for poor Alice was proving 5
But the mare gave no time for the maid to complain,

Her fall interrupted their loving.
Thus Hodge' loft his kifs, the mare fpoil'd her knees,

And the eggs were to APce a fad token,
That by him that's moft likely our fancies to pleafe.

Our peace is too x frequently broken.

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ff Y deareft life, weft thou my wife,
How happy would I be ?
And all my care, in peace or war,

Should be to pleafure thee :
Whilft up and down, from town to town,

We jolly foldiers rove,
Then you, my queen, in chaife marine,

Shall tafte the iweets of love.
Your love I prize beyond the flcies,

Beyond the fpoils of war 5
Then oh ! agree to follow me

In humble baggage-car.

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For happinefs, tho* in diftrefi,

In foldiers lives arc fecn 5
For pride in coach has more reproach

Than love in chaife-marine.

O do not hold your love for gold*

Nor fet your heart on gain ;
Behold the great, with all their ftate,

Their lives are care and pain :
In houfe or tent we pay no rent,

Nor care nor trouble fee ;
And every day we get our pay,

We fpexid it merrily,

If fighs or groans, or tender moans,

Can't move your hardened heart ;
Let love in arms, with all its charms,

Then take a foldier's part :
With ££e and drum we foldiers come,

And all tjie pomp of war 5
Then don't think mean of a chaife-marine,

% Tis love's triumphal car.

»npWAS in a village near Caftiebury

* A cooler and his wife did dwell,
And for a time no two fo merry,

Their happinefs no tongue can tell.
Their happinefs, «c.

But mortal joys, alas, are fleeting,

And little things oft caufe much ftrife,

For going to a merry meeting,

The man got drunk and beat his wife.

But tho* he us'd her fo unruly,

Then what did this good creature do ?

Now mark my fong, I'll tell you truly,
For other things fhe had in view.

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A jolly landlord and his tapfter,

Full oft had viewed her comely charms^
And with her beauties fo enrapt, fir,

They each one wifli'd her in his arras*

Then (he to wound her unkind <\ezry,
To each her favours feem'd to give j

And all the folks of Caftlebury
Soon faw how jealous they did tfv r.

Now topfy-turvy, noift and riot,
And all their furniture was fold ^

Nothing could make her Dicky cjuiet,
Untilhis wife did thus unfold:

Pick, I fo archly have contrived,

Both with the man and matter too £
Each of a purfe of gold deprived,

Which now, my dear, I bring to you*
Now Dicky's heart it foon rekfttedy

And love did in his boibra buna i
His former ufage he repented,

So to his dame made this return.

No more, my dear r wUl I b« jealous*

But ever be both kind and (rue j
I'll laugh at love pretending fellows.

And will rejoice with only yo*.
Now Dick he whittles in his ftatt, wv

Thumps the hammer, minds his end £
And ufes both his peg and awl, fir,

Pray what can mortal more pretend?

•pELIEVE myfighs, my tears, my dear,
•° Believe the, heart you've won*
Believe my Vows* to you fcncere,

Or Peggy I'm undone :
You fay I'm fickle, apt to change

To every fece that's n#w,

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But of all the girls I ever faw,
I ne'er lov'd one like you.
I ne'er, &c.

My heart was once a flake of ice,

'Till warm'd by jrour bright eyes*
And then it melted in a trice,

A flame that never dies :
Then take and try me, you {hall find

A heart that's juft and true $
Of all the girls that e'er I faw,

I ne'er fov'd one Hke you.
Then come, my charmer, let's away .

To church and end the ftrife,
How bleft will be each night and day,

When Peggy is ray wife !
My vows to you (hail prove fincere.

For Til be juft and true 5
Of all the girls I ever faw,

I ne'er lov'd one like you.
I ne'er, &c.

A S now my bloom comes on apace,
**"*• The fwains begin to teaze me,
But two who claim the foremoft place,

Try different ways to pleafe me 5
To judge aright, and chufe the beft,

Is not fa loon decided,
When both their merits are expreft,

I may be lefs divided.

Palemon's flock unnumber'd^ray,

He's rich beyond all meafure,
Would I but fraUt, be kind, and gay,

He'd give me all his treafure; s
But then our years fo disagree,

So much as I remember,
It is but May I'm fure with me,

With him it is December.

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Can I who fcarcely am in bloom,

Let froft and fnow be firing,
*T would fpoil each ripening year to come

Bring every charm to ruin:
For dreis and (how to touch my pride,

My little heart is panting,
But then there's fomething elfe befides,

I foon fhould find was wanting.

Then, Colin, thou my choice malt gain,

For thou wilt ne'er deceive me,
And grey-hair'd wealth (hall plead in vain*

For thou haft none to give me.
My fancy paints thee full of charms,

Thy looks fb young and tender,
J-ove beats his new and fond alarms,

To thee I now furrender.

M

Y cautious mother t'other day
• Cry'd, Polly, mind me, do j
I faw young Damon come this way,

And fear he came to you.
You know he's gay, and thought a rake,
80 never welcome make him.

Thus I get fcolded for his fake

I wtth the deuce would take him.

'Tis true I met him in the grove,

He gently grafp'd my hand,
Then figh'd, ana talk'd more things of love,

Than I could underftand :
And who'd have thought that we were feen r

But of fucfc tricks I'll break him j
If he won't tell me what they mean,

The deuce Aire ought to lake him.
They fay from wedlock fprings delight,

Then le{ hi" 1 tyeak his mind ;

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Tve no obje&ion to unite

With one fo fond and kind ;
My mother, tho' too apt to pry,

To difoblige I'm loth,
Howe'er Iil wed, then all her cry

Will be, Deuce take them both.

H c

TOW little do the landfmen know
Of what we failors feel,
"When waves do mount, and winds do blow,

But we have hearts of fteel j
No danger can affright us,

No enemy fhail flout 5
We'll make the raonfieurs right us 5
So toft the can about.

Stick ftout to orders, meflmates,

We'll plunder, burn, and fink j
Then, France, have at your firft-rates,

For Britons never fhrink ;
We rummage all we fancy,

We'll bring them in by fcores j
And Moll, and Kate, and Nancy

Shall roll in louis d'ors.

While here "at Deal we're lying,

With our noble commodore,
We'll fpend our wages freely, boys,

And then to fea for more :
In peace we'll drink and fing, boys*

In war we'll never fly ;
Here's a health to George our king, boys,

And the royal family.

MY Jemmy is croffed quite over the main,
And I fear I never (hall behold him again 5

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Ye powers above, grant me but fcU cbannj, . .
And fend me Jemmy fafe intp my arms.

Ye pretty little warVkra tfeat fag thro* ttejpm,
Convey me this letter to the hands of my lore,
Which will eafe my fond heart, with forriw pofitfrd,
I am weary of roving and can take no raft.

It's down in yonder valley, I'll build him a cave,
The fweeteft of jewels my Jemmy fhall have,
With pinks and with violets I'll make him a bed.
And a garland of rofes to crown JemiPy^ feeadL

All tliis I'll go thro* for my fweet Jemmy's lake,
I'll be guardian unto him till he does awake,
When day-light appears, we will merrily fiog.
Here's a health to young Jemmy,aad long ftvetne king.

npHE filver morn that mines fo bright,
A It's not yet day I fwear by nature;
And if my minute glafs goes right,
We have time to take the other pitcher.
It's not yet day, it's not yet day,
Then why mould we part o'er good liquor j
Until the fun beams round us [>tay 1
We'll merrily pufh about the pitcher.
They tell me if I'd work my days,^
And fleep my nights, I might grow richer,
But what is ail the world's delight,
Compar'd to friend, to mirth and pitcher.
-It's not yet day, &c.

Dick, poor foul, bas got a wife,
And he has nought to do but kite her}
J envy not his happy life,
While I enjoy my friend and pitcher.
It's not yet day, &c.

I cou}d labour in the field
- AU 4ay a plowman or a ditcher,

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If thofe toils to me Would fehd
At night, a lafs, a friend, and pitcher*
It's not yet day. &c

John, they fay, if an honeft manv
And he was ne'er etotm'd a omchtr,
Then all of us, who loves a can,
Let's merrily pufti about the pitcher.
It*s not yet day, &c.

<VT7HERE'» my fwiia fb blithe and clever*
* v "Why d'ye leave me all in forrow r
Three whole dm ate gone and over,

Since yon (aid you'd come to-morrow |
If you lov r d but half as I do.

You'd been here with looks fo bonny,
Love has fl vine wings I know,
But not tor Ung'rmg lazy Johnny*

What can he be now a doing ?

Is he with his lanes maytng ?
He had better here be wooing,

Than with others fondly playing i
Tell me truly where he's roving,

That I may no longer forrow $
If he's weary grown of roving,

Let him tell me lb to-morrow.

Does fome favourite rival hide thee*?

Let her be the happy creature j
I'll not plague myieli to chide thee*

Nor difpute with her a feature :
For I will not, cannot tarry,

Nor will hint rayfelf with forrow*
I may lofe the rim* to marry,
' If I wait beyond fib-morrow.

Think not, (hephtrd, thus to 'braid taey
If I'm yours,, away no longer §

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If you won't, another'll have me,
I may cool but not grow fonder*.

If your lovers, girls, forfake you,
Be not in defpair and forrow,

JJleft another lad may make you,
Stay for none beyond to-morrow*

oWEET Anna from the fea-beach came*
^ Where Jockey fwept the veiTeTs fide,
Ah ! who can keep their heart at hame,

While Jockey's toft upon the tide ?
What tho' my Jockey's far away,

Tofs'd up and down the awfome main,
ril keep my heart another day,

Since Jockey may again be mine.

A wealthy laird I met yeftreen,

With gold in hand he tempted me,
He prais'd my brow and rowen e'en,

And made a brag of what he'd gee.
What tho' my Jockey's far away,

Yet I'll be true as he has been 5
I'll keep my heart another day,

Since Jockey may again be mine.

No more, falfe Jemmy, fing no more,

Your filly pipe then throw away,
My Jockey would be troubled fore,

To hear his Ann his love betray :
Your pipe and all your verfe is vain,

While Jockey's notes do faithful flow,
My heart for e'er will true remain,

I'll keep it for my conftant Jo.

My Jockey's kind, his love is juft,

His conftancy is true and rare,
Dear to his Anna and his truft,

Few lovers can with him compare *

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What tho* to diftant realms he gangs,
Yet Til be true as he has been,

And when the crowds about him throng,
He'll think on his own faithful Ann.

A S near to Porto-Bello lying
"• On the gently flowing flood,
At midnight with dreamers flying,
Our triumphant navy rode.

There where Vernon fat all glorious,

From the Spaniards late defeat,
And bis crew with fliouts victorious
Drank fuccefs to England's fleet.

On a /iidden (hrilty founding,
Hideous yells- and ftirieks were heard j

Then each heart with fear confounding,
A fad troop of ghofts appeared.

All in dreary hammocks fhrouded,

Which for winding meets they wore,
And wan looks with forrow crowned «

Frowning on the hoftile fhore.
On them glanc'd the moon's wan luftre,

When the (hade of Hofier brave
And his bands were feen to mufter,

Riiing on their watery grave.
O'er the glimmering wave he by'd him,

Where the Burford ftretch'd her fail,
With three thoufand ghofts befide him,

And in groans did Vernon hail.
Heed, oh heed, my fatal ftory !

I am Hoiier's injur'd ghoft,
You who now have purchased glory,

At this place where I was lolt.
^Tho' in Porto Bellows ruin

You now triumph free from fears $

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When yon think of my undoing,

You will mix your joy with tear*.
See thefe mournful fpe&res {weeping,

Ghaftly o'er thi* bated wave,
Wbofe wan cheeks were ftauVd with weepings

Thefe were Englttb captains brave.
Mark thefe numbers pale and horrid,

Who were once my failors bold ;
Lo, each hangs his drooping foseheabV

While his difraal fate it told,

I, by twenty fail attended,

Did this Spanifh town affright,
Nothing then its wealth defended,

But my orders, not to fight.

O that in this rolling ocean

I bad caft them with difilain,
And obeyed my heart'* warm motion^

To reduce the pride of Spam !
For refiftance I could fear none,

But with twenty fhjDs bad done,
But thou, brave and happy Vernon,

Hail atchiev'd with fix alone.

Then the Baftimentoes never

Had our foul dishonour ieen,
Nor the fea the fad receiver

Of the gallant train had been.
Thus like thee proud Spain difmaying,

And her galleon* leading home $
Tho 1 condemn'd for difobeying,

I had met a traitpr's doom.

To have fallen, my country crying,

He hath play'd an Engliih part,
Had been better far than dying

Of a grieved and broken heart.
Unrcpining at thy glory,

Thy fucceftful arms we hail,
But remember our (ad ftory,

Anji let Holer's wrongs prevail. I

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After thU pHma fde fubduiht;,

When our patriot friends y<ra fcfc*
Think on vengeance for ray ruin*

And for England fliamd in me*

ANSWER.

HOSIER 1 with indignt^ farrow,
I have hea*d thy mournful hde,
And if heav'n permit f d-tedrrow.
Hence our warlike fleet fhaH'feft.

O'er thee hoftile waves wide roaming.

We will urge out bold defign j
With the blood of thoufands foaming,
■ For our country's wrongs and thine.

On that day when each brave fellow,

Who now triumphs here with roe $
StornVd and plunder' d Porto Bello*

All my thoughts were full of thee.

Thy difaft'rous fate alarnTd roe,

Fierce thy image glar'd on high 5
And with generous ardour warmed me,

To revenge thy fall or die.
From their lofty (hips defending,

Thro* the fktod m fork array,
To the deftin'd city bending,

My tov'A faiiof s worked their way.

Straight the foe with horror trembling*

Quit in hafte their batter'd* walls 5
And in accents undiflembling,

As he flies for mercy calls.
Carthagena, tow'rinc wonder!

At the daring deed dRmay'd;
Shall ere long by Britain's thunder

Smoaking in the duft be laid. •

You and thefe pale fpe&res fweepiing,
Reitleis o'er this wat'ry round*

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Whofe wan cheeks are ftain'd with wteping*'
Pleas'd (hall liften to the found*

Still rememb'ring; thy fad ftory,
To thy injur'd ghoft I fwear ;

By my future hopes of glory,
War (hall be my conftant care.

And I ne'er will ceafe purfuing
Spain's proud fons from fea to fea,

With juft vengeance for thy ruin,
And for England fiianVd in thee.

Sung by Mr. Webfter and Mifs Walpole, in the
Camp.

\Jt Y Nancy auits the rural train,
lyl y^ cani p diitrefs to prove,
All other ills me can fuftain,

But living from her love :
But deareft tho' your foldier's there,

Will not your fpirits fail,
To mark the harctfliip's you muft (hare,

Dear Nancy of the Dale.
Or (hould your love each danger fcorn,

Ah! how mail I fecure
Your health 'midft toils which you were bora

To footh, but not endure,
A thoufand perils I muft view,

A thoufand ills aflail,
Nor muft I tremble e'en for you,

Dear Nancy cf the Dale.

NANCY.
The fife and drum found merrily, ah !
A foldier, a foldier's the lad for me,
With my true love I foon will be,
For who's fo kind, fo true as he ?

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With him in ev'ry toil I'll (hare,
To pleafe him (hall be all my care 5
Each peril I'll dare, all hardships 111 bcar P
For a foldier, a ibldier's the laa for\ne.

Then if kind heaven preferve my love,
What rapturous joy (hall his Nancy prove 5
Swift thro* the camp (hall my footfteps bound*
To meet my William with conqueft crown'd j.
Clofe to my faithful bofom preft,
Soon (hall he hum his cares to reft,
Clafp'd in thofe arms, forget wars alarms,
For a foldier, a foldier's the lad for me.

/^0, rofe, my Chioe's bofom grace 5

_ How happy mould I prove,
Might I fuppfy that envy'd place

With never-fading love !'
There, phoenix like, beneath her eye,
Involv'd in fragance, burn and die j
Involv'd in, &c.

Know, haplefs flow'r, that thou (halt find

More fragrant rofes there 5
1 fee thy with'ring head reciin'd

With envy and defpair 5
One common fate we both rauft prove j
Von die with envy, I with love j
*©u die, &c.

\ty HEN B\]bo thought fit from the world to retreatj
^ As fuft of champaign as an egg's full of meat, .
i* e ^rak'd in the boat, and to Charon he (aid,
«J e "Would be row'd back, for he was not yet dead. .
c< Jyim the* boat, and fit quiet!" ftern Charon reply *dV
* ou may have forgot— you was drunk when you
"dy'd."

CUPID

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r^TJPID, godoffoftpernfiuloft,
^ Take the helplefs lover's part :
Seize, oh! feize, fome kind occafioa
To reward a faithful heart.

Juftly thofe we tyrants call,
Who the body would enthrall j
Tyranu of more cruel kind,
Thole who would ftiftare the mmd.

Cupid, god of, &c.

What is grandeur? Foe to reft j
Childiih mummery at beft )
Happy I, in humble ftate:
Catch, ye fools, the glittVing bait.

Cupid, god of, &c.

TF you at an office folicit your due,
•* And would not have matters neglected,
You mull quicken the clerk with the perqui£te too.
To do what his duty directed.

Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent,

She, too, has this palpable failing $
The perquifite fattens her into confent,

That reaion with all is prevailing.

TN love mould there meet a fond pair,
■* Untutor'd by fafhion or art,
Whofe wiihes are warm and fincere,
Whofe words are th* excefs of the heart.

If aught of fubftantial delight

On this fide the liars can be found 5
*Tis, fure, when that couple unite, -

And Cupid by Hymen is crown d.

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<$AlT, fittle foolim fratt'ring thing,
^ Whither, ah J whither would you win^
Your airy flight ?
Stay here and fing,

Your miftrefs to delight.
No, no, no,
Sweet Robin, you (halt not go !
Where, you wanton, could you be
Half fo happy as with me }

f>OME here, fellow fervants, and liften to me f
^ I'll fliew you how thofe of fuperipr degree
Are only dependents, no better than we ?
Are only, &c.

Both high and low to this do agree,
*Tis here, fellow fervant, and there, fellow fervant*

and all in a livery.
^Tishere, &c.

See yonder fine fpark in embroidery drtft,
Who bows to the great, and if they Jmile, \$ Weft j
What is he, i'faith, but a fervant at be# ?
Both high, &c.
Nature made all alike, no diftinftion me craves,
So we laugh at the great world, it's fopjj ajnd itV

knaves j
For we are all fervants, but they are all flayes.
Both high, &c.

The fat fhining glutton looks up tp his lhelf>
The wringledlean mifer bows down to his pelf.
And the curl-pated beau is a flave to himfejf.
Both high, &c.

The gay fparkling belle, who the whole town
alarms,
And with eyes, lips, and neck, ftts the fmarts all ia

arms,
Is a vaffal herfelf, a mere drudge to her charms.

Both, &c. Them

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Then we'll drink like oar betters, and laugh , iwg,
love,
And when fick of one place, to another we'll move ;
For with little and great, the beft joy is to rove.
Both high, &c.

TJOW ftands the glafs around ?

" For (hame, ye take no care, my boys j

How ftands the glafs around*?

Let mirth and wine abound,

The trumpets found,
The colours they are flying, boys,

To fight, kill, or wound ;

May we ftill be found,
Content with our hard fate, ray boys,

On the cold ground.

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

Why, foldiers, why,

Whofe bus'nefs 'tis to die ?

What, fighing, fie!
Drown fear, drink on, be jolly, boys,

'Tis he, you, or I !

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

And fcorn to fly.

*Tis but in vain,
I mean not to upbraid ye, boys $

*Tis but in vain

For foldiers to complain j

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

We're free from pain !

But if we remain,
A. bottle and kind landlady

Cure all again*

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Y^S) I'm in love, I feel it now, .
* And Celia has undone me j
And yet, I'll fwear, J can't tell how

The pleafing plague ftole on !me.
'Tis not her face that love creates.

For .there no graces revel ;
*Ti* not her fhape, for there ' the Fatea

Have rather been uncivil.

•Tis not her air, for Aire in that

There's nothing more than common 5
And all her fenfe is only chat,

Like any other woman. -
Her voice, her touch, might give th' alarta*

'Twas both, perhaps, or neither 5
In tfiort, 'twas that provoking charm

Of Celia altogether.

A MAN that's neither high nor low
"* In party nor }n ftature j
No noify rake, nor fickle beau,

vThat's us'd to cringe and flatter.
And let him be no learned fool

That nods o'er raufty books ;
That eats and drinks, and lives by.ntff*

jLtid weighs my words -and I00&.
Let him be eafy, frank, and gay,
: Of dancing never tir'd 5
Always have fomething fmart to fay,

But filent, if required.

/"\F all the brave captains that eyej .ftere^&jk
^ Appointed to fight by a'kmg or £ dwek j .
By a cfueen or a king a^^httedTto ngnJT
Sore never a captain was like tbii brave" knight,

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He pull'd off his flippers and wrapper of fiHc,
And foaming as furious as wbiflc-pared milk >
Says he to ray lady, My lady, 1*11 go,
My company calls mc, you muft not fay no*

With eyes all in tears, lays mv lady— (ays (he--- '
O cruel Sir Dilberry, do not kill me \ ^
For I never will leave thee, but cling round thy*

middle,
And die in the arms of Sir Dilberry Diddle.

Says Diddle again to his lady, My dear,
(And with a white handkerchief wip'd off a tear)
The hotteft of actions will only be farce,
For Aire thou art Venus !--«.fays (he, Thou art Mars!

Awhile they ftood firapering, like matter andmifs.
And Cupid thought he would have given one kifs j
*Twas what (he expected, admits no difpute,
But he touch'd his own finger, and blew a ftdute.

By a place I can't mention, not knowing its name,
At the head of his company Dilberry came $
And the drums to the window call every eye,
To fee the defence of the nation pais by.

Old bible-fac'd women, thro" fpe&acles dim,
With hemming and coughing, cry'd, Lord ! it is him I
While boys and the girls, who more clearly could fee,
Cry'd, Yonder's Sir Dilberry Diddle— that's he I

Of all the fair ladies that came to the mow, '
Sir Diddle's fair lady ftood firffc in the row $
O charming, fays (he, how he looks all in red !
How he turns out hie* toes ! how he holds up his head !

Do but fee his cockade, and behold his dear gun*
Which fhines like a looking-glafs held in the fun j
O ! fee thyfelf now, tbou'rt io martially fmart,
And look as you look'd when you conquered my heart-!

The fweet founding notes of Sir Dilberry Diddle
More raviuVd his ears than the found of the fiddle $
And as it grew faint, that he heard it no more,
He foften'd t£e word of command to-.- Encore !

The battle now over, without any blows,
The heroes unarm, and flop off their clgt&e* .

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The captain, refreflf d with * fip of rofe- water,
Hands his dear to the coach, bows, and then ftegt
in after.

John's orders were fpecial to drive very tow,
For fevers oft follow fetiguef, we all know j
But prudently cautious, in Vehus't lap,
His head under apron, brave Mara took a nap*

He dream'd, fame reports, that he cut all t&4 throats
Of the French, as they landed m flat-bottom'd boats |
In his deep if fuch dreadful deftru&fon he makes,
What havock, ye gods 1 mall we have when he wake* (

WHEN late I wandered ©*er the plaitf,
From nymph to nymph I fhrove in vain

My wild delires to rally j
But now they're of therafeives come home/
And, ftrange! no longer ieek to roam,

They, centre all in Sally.
Yet (he, unkind one ! damps my joy,
And cries, I court but to deftroy §

Can love with ruin tally ?
By thefe dear lips, thofe eye» 9 I fwear,
I would all deaths, all torments bear,

Rather than injure Sally.
Come, then, O Cornel thou fweeter far
Than jeflamine and rofes are,

Or lilies of the valley !
O follow, love, and quit your fear,
He'll guide you to thefe arms, my dear,

And make mc Weft in Sally !

COME, live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleafures pro ve,
That valleys, groves, or hill or field,
Or wood, or fteepy mountain yield*

G* There

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Therewill we fit u&on tlto rocks,
And fee the mepheras feed their flocks
By (halfow rivers, to whofe falls
Melodious birds ting madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roles, •
With a thou&na fragrant pofies $
A cap of flowers, anda Jrirfle,
Embroidered all with leavos of myrtle:'

A gown made of the fineft wool*
Vftiich from our pretty lambs we pull j
Slippers lirTd choicely for the cold,
With buckles of the pureft gold.

A belt of ftraw, and ivy buds, •
With coral clafps, and amber ftuds 5
And if thefe pleafures may thee move,
Come, live with me, and be my love.

The filVer dimes for thy meat,
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each morn for thee and me.

The (hepherd (wains -(hall dance and fiflg
For thy delight each May morning 1 ;
If theie delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

TyROM Dunkirk, in France, in the month of
* September,

Fitted out was a fleet, and away they did fail 5
And Monfieur Thurot, their only commander, ^ .

With him at their head they were fure not to fail*
So away they did fteer without dread or fear,

And fearched arid plundered all (hips they could
And;
At length they arriv'd oil the coafFof old Ireland,

And landed their men on our Irifli ground.
At Carrickfergus, in the north" of this kingdom,

They landfcd the'ir men and marclrd up to our walls ;
Then cry'd the undaunted, brave colonel Jennings*
rbovs, let's falute them wifli powder and balls.

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The battle* began, and the guns they did rattle,

And bravely we fought under Jennings' command j
'Said- he, Play away, play away, my brave boys,

The bougrea the force of our fire cannot iland.
The town then they took without any refiftance,

The caftle they thought was as eafy likewife j
So they came marching up in grand divifions

To ftorm it, then guarded by the brave Irifh boys*
BWf we kept conftant fire, and made them retire,

'Till our ammunition entirely was gone ;
Then aloud we did fay, brave "boys, let's away,

And fally out on them with fword in hand.

But fays our brave colonel, We cannot defend it,

For to make a fally it is but in vain,
As ouramunition, you fee, is expended ;

We'll therefore fubmit, and good terms we'U
obtain,
For plainly you fee that to one thev are three,

'Tis belt then in time for to capitulate j
If they take it by ftorm, by the law of arms

Then death without mercy will fure be our fate.
Then thefe bougres obtained pofleffion of Carrick, .

Where they revelTd, and lotted, and drunk all the
while,
Poor people they did forely ranfack and plunder,

And hoifted it all on board the Belleifle }
But Elliot foon met them,, nor away did he let them,

But forc'd them to yield up their ill-gotten ftore j
>Jow, monfieurs, lament in the deepeft contrition,

For now yoti can brag of your Thurot no more,

Xet's exalt the brave Elliot, who gained this action* .

And fing to his praife in the joyfufleft fong i
For we of our foes have got fatisfaclion,

And Thurot lies rotting in the Ifle of Man.
Their general is wounded, his fchemes are confounded.

The brave Britifh iars they can never withftand $
The fire of the fierce and the bold Britifh lionsr

Appear'd in the men wader brave Captain Bland.

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But now to bring my fong to a concluiioiv
Lets drink a good health to our officers all ;

Firft brave Colonel Jennings, likewife Bland our
Captain,
Yet never forgetting the brave Mr. Hall.

Let's drink and be jolly, and drown melancholy,
So merrily let ut rejoice too, and fing ;

So fill up your bowls, all ye loyal fouls,

And toafl: a good health to great George our king*

npHO* prudence may prefs me,
r A And duty diflrefs me,
Againft inclination, ah ! what canthey do?

No longer a rover,

His follies are over,
My heart, my fond heart fays, My Henry is true

The bee thus as changing,

From fweet to fweet ranging,
A role (hould he light on ne'er withes to ftray ;

With raptures poffefling

In one ev'ry blefling,
'Till torn from her bofom he flies far away.

A SK if yon damaflc rofe is fweet
"• That fcents the ambient air ;
Then afk each fhepherd that you meet,

If dear Sufanna's fair.
Say, will the vulture quit his prey,

And warble thro 1 the grove ?
Bid wanton linnets quit the fpray,

Then doubt thy fhepherd's love.
The fpoils of war let heroes (hard,

Let pride in fplendour fhine ;
Ye bards, unenvy'd laurels wear,

Be fair Sufanna mine*

NOT

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l^OT on beauty's transient pleafure,
^ Which no real joys impart ;
Nor on heap© of fordid trealure,
Did I fix my youthful heart.
Not on beauty's, &c.

*Twas not Chloe's perfect feature
Did the fickle wandYer bind ;

Not her form, the boait of nature,
*Twas alone her \Jpotkfs mind.
Not on beauty's, &c.

Take, ye fwains, the real .bleflirig,
That will joys for life infure 5

The virtuous mind alone pofleffing,

Will your lading blifs fecure.

Not on beauty's, &c.

WHILE happy in my native land,
vv I boaft my country's charter ;
I'll never bafely lend my hand,
Her liberties to barter.

The noble mind is not at all

By poverty -degraded $
'Tis guilt alone can make us fall,
' And well I am perfuaded,
Each free-born Briton's fong ihpuld be,

Or give me death or liberty.
Tho' fmmllthe pow'r which fortune grants^ ]

And few the gifts (he fends us j
The lordly hireling often wants

That freedom that defends us.

By law fecured from lawlefs ftrifc,

Our houfe is our caftellum.
Thus blefs'd with all that's dear in life, (

For lucre (hall we fell 'em ?
No— rcy'ry JJriton's fong mould be,

Or give hie death or liberty.

HAD

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TT AD I a heart for falihood frara'd*
•" I ne'er could injure you ;
For tho' your tongue no promife claim'd*
Your charms would make me true.

To you no foul (hall bear deceit,

No ftranger offer wrong t
But friends in all the ag'd you'll meet,

And lovers in the young.

But when they learn that you have bleft

Another with your heart,
They'll bid afpiring paifion reft,

And aft a brother's part.
Then, lady, dread not here deceit,

Nor fear to fuffer wrong 5
For friends in all the ag'd you'll meet,

And brothers in the young.

nnHE wanton god, who pierces hearts,
-■■ Dips in gall his pointed darts 5
But the nymph difdains to pine,
"Who bathes the wound with rofy wine.

Farewell, lovers, when they're cloy'd,.
If I'm fcorn'd becaufe enjoy'd,
Sure the fqueamifji fops are free
To rid me of dull company.

They have charms, whilft .mine cajij>leAfe $
I love them much, but more my safe :
No jealous fears my love moleft, (
Nor faithful vows (hall break my reft.

Why mould they e'er give me pain, •
Who to give me joy diidain ?
All I hope of mortal roan
Is to love me while he can.

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TOASTS, SENTIMENTS,
HOB-NOBS, &c.

CONSTANCY in love, and fmcerity in friend-
fhip.
May the fingle be marry 'd, and the marry'd be happy.
May our joys with the fair, give pleafure to the heart.
May our happinefs be fincere, and our joys be lad-
ing.
May our pleafures be boundlefs, while we have time

to enjoy them.
Days or" eafe, and nights of pleafure.
Honour and influence to the public-fpirited patrons

of trade.
May power ever continue in the friends of England.
The u>ve of liberty, and liberty in love.
Life, love, and liberty.
Great men honeft, and honeft men great.
Every honeft man his right, and every rogue a halter.
Health of body, peace of mind, a clean (hirt, and a

guinea.
All our wants and wiftics.

Succefs to the lover, honour to the brave,

Health to the fick, and freedom to the (lave.
Perpetual difappointment to the enemies of England*
May he who has neither wife, iniftrefs, or eftate in

England, never have any fhare in the government

of it.
Difappointment to thofe who barter the caufe of their

country for oftentation or fordid gain.
May we always be attached to thofe who perfevere in

generous endeavours to promote the welfare of

their country.
The fteady friends of Britain,

H Di&p-

t s» )

Difappointment to thofe who form expectations of
places and penfions on the ruin of their country.

A fpeedy export to all the enemies of England with-
out a drawback.

May our endeavours be always fuccefsful, when en-
gaged under the banner of juitice.

May we always be able to refill the aflaults of prof-
peri ty and adverfity.

May temptation never conquer virtue.

Frugality without meannels.

May we never tafte the apples of affliction.

May we be rich in friends rather than money.

May we be loved by thofe whom we love,

May we be (laves to nothing but our duty, and
friends to nothing but merit.

May ability for doing good be equalled by inclination.

May fortune be always an attendant on virtue.

Pleafures that pleafe on reflection.

More friends and lefs need of them.

May we always have a friend, and know his value.

The agreeable rubs of life.

May we never want a friend, nor a bottle to give
him.

A head to earn, and a heart to fpend.

Delicate pleafures to fufceptible mindt.

The harveft of life, love, wit, and good humour.

The friend we love, and the woman we dare truft.

Provision to the unprovided.

May we have in our arms t thofe we love in our hearts.

The pleafure of pleating.

May we pleafe aad be pleafed.

AJ1 true hearts and found bottoms.

Vour love for mine, and our's for that of the com-
pany.

Gaiety and innocence. #

Succefs to our hopes, and enjoyment to our wiwea*

Tafte to our pleafure, and pleafure to our tafte.

Health, joy,' and mutual love.

i Love

X.st \

"Love without fear,
And life without care.
Friendfhip without intereft, and love without deceit.
All that gives you picafure.

Health, love, and ready -rino,
To all that you and I know.
May the honeft man never want a friend in the hour

bfdiftrefe.
May our reprefentatives ftrenuoufly defend what they

have wifely refolved.
tTnion, liability, and fidelity among the fans of liberty,
ilea] th to all honeft men, a trip-up to all fcoundrels»

and may the devil ride rough-fhod over the rafcally

part of the creation.
May all honeft fouls find a friend in need. -
Good-luck till we are tired of it.
May the wings of extravagancy be dipt by the wears

of oeconoray.
Confufion to thofe, who, wearing the raafk of pa-
triotism, pull it off, and defert the caufe of liberty

in the day Of trial.
May genius and merit never want a friend.
&en& to win a heart, and merit to keep it.
That prudence, moderation, and an invariable at-
tention to the public good, may cement the people
. of England.
May the friends of England ever have accefs to the

throne*
That free men may never more be confidered as pro*

perpr to be led to market.
The mends of Ireland in the Britifti parliament.
The members of both houfes of parliament in the

river Thames, and to every honett member a Cork

jacket.
May our reprefentatives, like free-mafons, be elected

by ballot.
The lofing gamefters.
All that love can give or ifcftfibility enjoy.

May

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May we never fpeak to deceive, nor liften to betray

May nothing ever ail us or fail us* ^

May the honed heart never know diftrefi. *

The ladies—Handing.

May we never know forrow but by the name.

Peace and plenty.

May he that turns his back on his friend fall into

the hands of his enemy.
A lack, and a lafs a day.
A high post to the enemies of Ireland.
May all thofe who for fordid intereft endeavour to

betray their country meet with the fate of Judas.
May the enemies of Britain never eat the bread

thereof, or, if they do, be choaked with the firft

bit. # # ,

May we never want fpirit and refolution to defend

our independency againft the attacks of • ambi-
tion.
The honeft north-country fmith, who refufed to (hoe

for the man who voted againft his country.
May all attempts to pervert and deftroy our precious

conftitution be fruftrated and void. .
May we always deteft the malice of thofe who at-
tempt to cufunite the intereft of our king and

country, which are ever inseparable.
May we always be able to diftinguiih thofe, who by

a fteady and uniform adherence to their duty dii-

tinguim themfelves.
May our confcience be found, tho' our fortune be

rotten.
May our diftinguifhed mark be merit, rather than

money.
May we never feek applaufe from party principles,

but always deferve it from public fpirit.
Shoit fhoes and long corns to all the enemies of

Great Britain. ^"^""^

PIN I S,

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