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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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THE
MUSICAL MISCELLANY:
A
SELECT COLLECTION
OF
SCOTS, ENGLISH and IRISH S O N G S,
SET TO
MUSIC.
PERTH: PRINTED BY J. BROWN*
DCCIX2XVJ',
T H E
PREFACE.
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i HE Editors of the following Com- pilation, unwilling to am-ufe the Pu- blic with an empty harangue, or a gaudy apparatus of words, by way of introduction to their Book ; only beg leave to make the following; obferva-
tions : —
Since time immemorial, it has liQQn. allowed, that Mufic has always been efteemed an ancient and powerful
Science.
We are informed, from Heathen Mythology, that Mufic was invented by Apollo, who was ftyled the God
of Willi era,
'. .-.' .'.fy^ me concordant carmina ncr-vls.
OVIDI METAM,
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iv THE PREFACE.
How miific was cultivated In thofe early ages, impartial hiilory alone can tell* Suffice it to fay, that this ele- vating Science had it's patrons, and proficients, in moil ages and nations. And it is with pleafure we obierve,' that this celeftial progeny has ilill it's abettors in our own country. The public attention paid by many Gentle- men of Scotland, to this polite and very neceffary part of education, is at once patriotic and laudable.
The Publifhers of the following fheets, look forward to that Golden JEra, when, they trail, that Mujlc fhall not only attract the attention of fupe-' rior minds, but when it fhall acquire- that univerfal eilimation,that a Science fo fablime, richly deferves.
With a fincere view to promote -this end, the following Collection of Songs, fet to Mufic. is, with all fub- miilion, offer ed to the Public. The Selectors of this Work, humbly ima~
THE PREFACE. v
giiie, they may without the lead fha- dow of vanity, aver, that it is the fird Publication of the kind, ever attempt- ed in Scotland. — The arrangement of the Words, as well as the Muiic, has been (hidied with the greateft atten- tion ; and being de-figned for the en- tertainment both of Ladles and Gentle-- men, the ftricleft care has been taken, to avoid inddicacy.
Befides a great number of modern Songs of real humour and tafle, there are alio inferted, a great variety' of the mo ft beautiful Scots Airs, to many of which, the Baffes are added.
How far the Editors of this Work,; have been fuccefsful in the Selection they have made, Time and a candid Public, only mufl determine.
Let it only be obferyed in one word, that the influence of Muiic over the human mind, is fully evinced, by the Prince of Latin poetry.— Vir^iL
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\i THE P R E F A C E.
in his inimitable Eclogue, called Sile- mis, where, introducing Chromis and Mnafylus, two youthful fwains, find- ing Silemis aileep in his cave, (often the Sire had aniufed them, with the promife of a fong) and, in order to make him perforin his engagement, they bind him with his own wreaths. He awaking, and fmiiing at the trick, fays, Why*thefe bonds ? Loofe me, ye fwains, and hear the fong which you deflre :— —
Tu?;i vero in numerum Faimofqtieferafque videres Liidcrey turn rlgidas motare cacumina quercus.
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Miijlc has charms to foot be the.fa-vage brcqft^ {often rocks, and bend the knotted oak.
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C O N T E N T S
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AT the fign of the horfe i 2.
As walking forth to view the plain 26
And gin ye meet a bonny laffie ■ 29
All in the downs 76
A cobler there was . 85
As you mean to fet fail 152
Adieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains 187
A pox'of your pother, 189
Ah! Chloris 1 96
As down on Banna's banks 2 1 6
As Jamie Gay 221
All you who would wifh to fucceed 223
Affift me ye lads 233
A lafs that was laden'dwith care 260
AH you that are wife, and think life 265
At letting day, and rifing morn 29.2.
Believe my fighs, my tears,. my dear 1 16
Blyth, blyth, blyth, was fhe 133 By the gaily circling glafs Beneath a green made
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Contented I am, and contented . - $8.
•Come, come, my jolly lads 41
Ceafe rude Boreas 109
Come roufe brother fportfmen 1 64
Come, come, my brave tars 2 c 1
Come gie's a fang the lady cry'd 278-
Come all ye young- lovers 322.
Curtis was old Hoge's w^*e 332,
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Down the burn Davie I
Dear '!'o!ii, this brown jug 53
Dear Kathleen you no doubt 14^
Dear Roger if your Jenny geek 274
De'el take the wars 340
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iiv'ry man take his glafs in his hand 67
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For lake of gold 3
For me, my fair, a wreath 20
I ill your glades 31
ell to Loehaber 43
Free from the buftle, care, and ilrife 227
b fongtlers apologies too often ufe 229
and twenty il on a row 240
the caft breaks the morn - 244
. R^flio cattle's echoing walls 302
fcarewell, ye green fields 325
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I had a wee !:orJe { . . 205
...': failor, oft you told'me 295
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k ! the joy inspiring horn 7 1
How little do the landmen know • 12-7
ftands the glafs around 146
1 art forfarfehood fram'd - £17
me, ye nymphs, and e^ery (wain, 290 How happy 's he
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I'll never leave thee 3
I'm net high church, nor low church $7
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Tfigh and lament me in vain 94
I'ts open the door forne pity to fhow 10 1
If I live to grow old 104 Iantbe the lovely , 112
I'm in lore with twenty . 128
In the garb of old Gaul 178
In winter when the rain ratn'd cauld 193
If to force me to fing, it be your intention 212
In April when primrofes 282
Jove in his chair 344
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Lad time I came o'er the muir 5.
Let a fet of fober affes 49
Life is checquer'd 114
Let gay ones and great - 246
M.
My temples with clufters 121
My daddy is a canker'd carle 123
My Patie is a lover gay 182
My fond fhepherds 191
My love was once a bonny lad i$-$
My fheep I've forfaken. 292
Man may efcape from rope or gun . 5.13.
My laddie is gone far awa o'er the plain 334
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Now Phcebus gilds the orient fkies 140
Now fmiling fprjng. again appears i$£
No more my foeg fnall be, ye fwains 3 1 1
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O Beffy Bell and Mary Gray 7
On Etrick Banks 15
O faw ye my father ~ 25
Once more I'll tune the vocal lhell 81
On a bank of flowers 83
O thou lov'd country 9:!
O what bad I ado for to marry 14a
CONTENTS.
O fweet Sir, for your courteHe i ~ ~)
O greedy Midas, I've been told iGi
O I hae loft my fiiken fnood 163
Oi'j women we are, - . ] 66
O what pleasures will abound - 169
One morning very early 214
O fend Lewis Gordon' hame 277
O late in an ev'ning forth Tweat 317
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Proud Paris, defpifing fair Helen's great pomp 289
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Rail no more, ye learned alfes - . 246
Songs of fnepherds, in ruftical roundelays 58
;-<V, I Have loll my love 75
Says Colin to me, I've a thought in my bead 129
■ you mean to hire for fervice 1 73
Sweet Annie frae the fea- beach came 185
Somettalk of Alexander, and. fome of Kercules 231
~4latc, why mould ma$ be vain 255
Such beauties in v^w . 270
T he laft time I came o'er the muir 5
To Anacreon in beav'n 22
women all tell me I'm falfe to my lafs 47
be was a jolly miller once 61
The dulky night rides down the flcy 62
V. . topfails ihiver in the wind 73
The echoing horn 88
moon had climb'd the higheft hill 96
'.'lent fable wore 98
. life icS
Tw's I learnt, -arprettv fong in France 1 ?o
Th, failing mora ; 135
The Wealthy foci with gold in ftore 137
Tin/ late I was plump, round, and jolly 139
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man that's contented is void of all care 149
inhere was a little man I yi
The law-land lads think they are fine 170
There liv'd a man in Baleno crazy 203
The fields were green 224
Thro' the fierv flames of love - 235 The lafs of Peatie's mill The plowman he's a bonny lad
'Twas fummer, and foftly 262
The whittling plowman 2 5<5 '"Twas within a mile of Edinburgh town This cold flinty heart.
The world, my dear Myra 29.0
'Twas in that feafon of the year ?oi
The wand'ring failor plows the main 208
The charge it prepar'd 324
Thurfday in the morn i a ;o
Tho' wifdom will preach about joys, Sir , 2 26
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When the fheep are in the fauld 10
"Will ye go the ew-bughts, Marion - 3 3
What {ports can compare 2^
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272 275
When i was a young one
When war's alarms cj
Whence comes it, neighbour Dick 55
Vvrhat is't to us who guides the llate 6r
When once the g- c?, like us below - 78
What woman car. do 00
When my locks are grown hoary 102
Where-ever I'm going, and all the day lorg 107
Welcome, welcome, brother debtor ' 120
ire's my fwain fo bh the and clever 126
When merry hearts were gay i56
Why heaves my fond bofom iy*
When late I wander'd o'er the plain , 206
When Britaimfirfi at lieav'h's command : 20S
'■ en earth's foundation firfc was laid 21 1
"Whatever fqueamifh lovers may fay - ' 218
¥£hat iieanzies does Flora difclofe 236
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When Maggy and I fell acquaint 239
When I was in my fe'enteen years 256
When firft my dear laddie 284
We're gaily yet, and we're gaily yet 288
When firlt I came to be a man 304
When I have a faxpence under my thumb 320
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Ye lads of true fpirit, pay courtihip to claret 1 8
Ye belles, and ye flirts 68
You know I'm your prieft 105
You the point may carry I i8
Ye fluggards, who murder your lifetime in fleep 200
Ye fportfmen draw near v 314
THE MUSICAL MISCELLANY.
SONG I.
DOWN THE .BURN DAVIE.
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1 THE MUSICAL
Now Davie did each lad furpafs That dwelt on this bum fide;
And Mary was the bonnieft lafs, Juft meet to be a bride.
Blyth Davie's blinks, £&.
Her cheeks were rofy, red and white,
Her ee'n were bonny blue, Her looks were like Aurora bright,
Her lips like dropping dew. Blyth Davie's blinks, £sV.
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 Tweet. Blyth 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." Blyth Davie's blinks, fyc*
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 amam'd to own her love,
Or fpeak her mind thus free j . " Gang down the burn, Davie, love*
" And I will follow thee."
MISCELLANY.
SONG II. I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE.
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Say, lovely Adonis, fay, Has Mary deceiv'd thee.
Did e'er her young heart betray New love to grieve thee.
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4 THE MUSICAL
My ccnftant mind ne'er mall ftray,
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 anguhfh focthe.
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Never deceive thee : Delight fhall drive pain away, Fleafure revive thee.
But leave thee, leave thee, lad, How mall I leave thee.
O ! that thought makes me fad I'll never leave thee.
Where would ray Adonis fly ; Why does he grieve me.
Alas ! my poor hear! will die, • If I mould leave thee.
MISCELLANY. 5
SONG III.
LAST TIME I CAME O'ER THE MUIR.
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6 THE MUSICAL
Beneath the cooling made we lay.
Gazing and chaftely fporting ; We krfs'd and promis'd time away,
Till night fpread her black curtain.- I pitied all beneath the fides,
Even kings, when flie was nigh me 5 In raptures I beheld her eyes,.
Which cou'd but ill deny me.
Shon'd I be call'd where cannons roar,
Where mortal Heel may wound me 5. Or cafl: upon fome foreign ft ore,
Where dangers may furround me ; ! Yet hopes again to fee my love, ,
To feaft on glowing kifTes, Shall make my care at diilance move,
In proipeci of/uch hliffes.
In" all my foul there's not one place
To let a rival enter ; Since fne excels in every grace,
In her my love (hall center. Sooner the feas mall c&ife to flow",
Their waves the Alps to cover ; On Greenland's ice mall rofes grow,
Before I ceafe to love her.
The next time I gang o'er the muuv
She- mail a lover find me; And that my faith is firm and pure,
Tho' I left her behind me : Then Hymen's- facred bonds mail chain
My heart to her fair bofom ; There, while my being does remain,
My love more Frefh fhqJl bloSbiiu
MISCELLANY.
SONG IV.
BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY.
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THE MUSICAL
Now BeiTy's hair's like a lint- tap ;
She fmiles like a May morning-, When Phoebus itarts frae Thetis' lap,
The hills with rays adorning : White is her neck, fait is her hand,
Her waifl and feet's fu' genty ; With ilka grace fhe can command ;
Her lips, O vow ! they're dainty.
And Mary's locks are like a craw,
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She's ay fae 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 ;.
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O Jove^ file's like thy Pallas.
Dear BefTy Bell and Mary Gray,
Ye unco fair cpprefs us ; Our fancies jee between you tway,
Ye are fie bonny laiTes: Waes me ! for baith I canna get,
. To ane by law we're flented ; l Then I'll draw cuts, and tak' my fate3
And be with ane contented.
SONG V.
FOR LAKE OF GOLD.
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No cruel fair fnall ever move My injur'd heart again to love; Through diftant climates I mufl rove,
Since Jeany me has left me. Ye pow'rs above, I to your care Give up my charming lovely fair ; Your choiceft bleffings be her mare>
HOkcr flic's for ever left me.
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SONG VI.
AULD ROBIN GRAY.
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Young Jamie Ioo*d me well, and he fought me for his bride, «
But laving a crown, he had naething befide ; To make that crown a pound, my Jamie went to fea, And the crown and the pound were baith for me.
He hadna* been awa' a week but only twa, When my mither (he fell nek, and the cow was ftown'n
awa' ; My father brake his arm, and my Jamie at the fea, And auld Robin Gray came a-courting me.
MISCELLANY. , 1 1
My father cou'dna' wirk, and my mither cou'dna' fpin, I toil'd day and night, but their bread 1 cou'dna' win ; Auid Rob maintained them baifch, and wi' tears in hisee', Said, jenny, for their fakes, O marry me.
My heart it faid na', I looli'd for Jamie back, But the wind it blew high, and the fhip it was a wreck; The ihip it was a wreck, why didna' Jenny die, And why do I live to cry, JVacs me!
Auld Robin argu'd fair, tho' my mither didna' fpeak, She look'd in my face, till my heart was like to break ; So they gied him my hand, tho' my heart was in the fea, And auld R.obin Gray is gudeman to me.
I hadna' been a wife a week but only four, When, fittiag fae mournfully at the door, I faw my Jamie' ; wreath, but didna' think it he, Till he faid, I'm come back for to marry thee.
0 fair did we greet, and muckle did we fay, We took but ae kifs, and we tore ourfelves away; I wifli I were dead, but I'm no like to die, And why do I live to fay, V/aes me !
1 gang like a ghaift, and carena' to fpin,
I darena' think on Jamie, for that wou'd be a fin ; But I'll do my bell, a gude wife to be, For auld Robin Gray is kind to me.
12 THE MUSICAL
SONG VII. THE VICAR AND MOSES.
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The evening was dark, when in came the dark,
"With reverence due and fubmiflion ; Firil ftrok'd his cravat, then twirl' d round his hat,
And bowing, preferred his petition.
Pm come, Sir, fays he, to beg look, d'ye fee,
Of your reverend worfhip and glory, To inter a poor baby, with as much fpecd as may be,
And I'll walk with the lanthorn before you.
MISCELLANY. 1 3
The body we'll bury, but pray where 'a the hurry ?
Why Lord, Sir, the corpfe it does ftay : You fool hold your peace, lince miracies ceafe,
A corpfe, Mofes, can't run away.
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, Mofee, The King, 'tis a fcandalous thing-,
Such a fubjecl mould be but a Vicar.
Then Mofes he fpoke, Sir 'tis pall twelve o'clock,
Befides them's a terrible mower ; Why Mofes, you elf, fince the clock has ftruck twelre,
I'm fure it can never flrike 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'splain, But perhaps you or I may take cold.
Then Mofes went on, Sir the clock has flruck one,
Pray mailer look up at the hand ; Why it ne'er can flrike lefs, 'tis a folly to prefs
A man for to go that can't Hand.
At length, hat and cloak old Orthodox took,
But firil cram'd his jaw with a quid ; Each tipt off a gill, for fear they mould chill,
And then ftagger'd away lide by fide.
When come to the grave, the 'clerk hum'd a Have, Whilft the furplice was wrapt round the Priell ;
Where fo droll wrfs the figure of Mofes and Vicar, That the parifh flili talk of the jeft.
14 THE MUSICAL
Good people, let's pray, put the corpfe t'other way,
Or perchance I mall over it -itumble ; 'Tis beil to take care, tho? the fages declare,
A mortuum caput can't tremble.
Woman that's born of a man, that's wrong, the leaf 's torn ;
O man, .that is born of a woman, Can't, continue an hour, but is cut down like a flow'r;
You iee, Moles, 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 (lead. (Amen. Amen.) Why, Mofes, your're wrong, pray hold ft ill 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 flagger'd together, Singing To) de rol de rol tt dol dt doL
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MISCELLANY.
SONG VIII. ON ETRICK BANKS.
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On Etrlck banks, ae fummer's night, at
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1 6 THE MUSICAL
I faid, My laflie, will ye go
To the Highland hills, the Earfe to lear I'll baith gi'e thee a cow and ew,
When ye come to the brigg of Earn. At Leith auld meal comes in, ne'es- fafh.
And herrings at the Broomieluw. Chear up your heart, my bonny lafs,
There's gear U> wia we never favv.
All day when we have wrought enough,
When winter, froft» and (haw begin, Soon as the fan gaes weft the loch,
At night when ye fit down to fpin, 1 11 fere w my pipes and play a fpring :
And thus the weary night we'll end, Till the tender kid and lamb- time bring
Our pleafant fummer back again.
Syne when the trees are in their bloomy And go wane glent o'er ilka field,
I'll meet my lafs amang the broom,
- And lead you to my fummer 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 langefi day feem fhort.
Plaintive,
MISCELLANY*
SONG IX.
HERE AW A, THERE AWA.
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Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willie ;
Here awa, there awa, here awa hame.
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Lang have I fought thee, dear have I
bought thee, Now I have gotten my Willie a-
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Through the Iang muir T have foJlow'cl my Willie, Through the lang muir I have follow'd him hame, Whate'er betide us, nought mall div-ide us ; Love now rewards all my forrow and pain.
Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willie'; Here awa, there awa, here awa hame ; Come love, believe me, naething can grieve me, >leafes while Willie's at hame*
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THE MUSICAL
SONG X. YE LADS OF TRUE SPIRIT.
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Ye lads of true fpirit,pay courtfhip to claret, Re
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leas'd from the trouble of thinking. A fool long a-
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go faid we nothing could know ; The fellow knew
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K
nothing of drinking. To pore over Plato, or
.pra£tife with Cato, Difpaifionate dunces might
ispfffrr^P
make us; But men, now more wife, felf- denial de-
fpife, And live by the leffons of Bacchus
Big-wig'd, in fine coach, fee the doctor approach ;
He folemnly up the flair paces ; Looks grave — fmells his cane — rp-; lies finger to vein,
And counts the repeats with grimaces.
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As he holds pen in hand, life and death are at Hand—
A tofs up which party fhall take us. Away with fuch cant — no prefcription we want
But the nourifhing noftrum of Bacchus.
We jollily join-in the practice of wine,
While mifers 'midft plenty are pining ; While ladies are fcorning, and lovers are mourning',
We laugh at wealth, wenching, and whining. Drink, drink, now 'tis prime ; tofs a bottle to Time,
He'll not make fuch hafte to overtake us ; His threats we prevent, and his cracks we. cement,
By the ftyptical balfam of Bacchus.
What work is there made, by the newfpaper-trade, Of tins man's and t'other man's ftation !
The inns are all bad, and the outs are all mad ; In and out is the cry of the nation.
The politic patter which both parties chatter . From bumpering freely fnan't make us ;
With half-pints in hand, independent we'll Hand To defend Magna Charta of Bacchus.
Be your motion's well- tim'd ; be allcharg'd and all prim'd
Have a care — right and left — and make ready. Right hand to glafs join — at your lips red your wine ;
Be all in your exercife fteady. Our levels we boaft when our women? we toad ;
May graciouiiy they undertake us ! No more we defire — fo drink and give fire,
A volley to beauty and Bacchus 1
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SONG XL
FORME MY FAIR.
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V
For me my fair a wreath has wove, where rival
3=iP!
?pgp=§^iEp
*ovv rs in union
meet, where rival flow'rs in union
meet; As oft (he kifs'd this gift of love, her
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Hz — *H -i-r^-F-h- -^—rj:^- ^- ft*-
H —l -^-"^af— ■■«■-■ J^J -lad
breath gave fwettnefs to the fweet, as oft me kifs'd the
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gift of love, her breath gave fweetnefs to the fweet.
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her breath gave fweetnefs to the fweet.
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A bee within a damafk rcfe
Had crept, the ne&ar'd dew to fip,
But leiler fweets the thief forgoes, And fixes on Louifa's lip.
There tailing all the bloom of fpr'ng, Wak'd by the rip'ning breath of May,
Tti' ungrateful fpdper" left his fling, And with the k<?ney fkd away,
22 THE MUSICAL
SONG XII.
TO ANACREON IN HEAVEN.
To Anacreon in heav'n, where he fat in full glee,
lliilli
■jr-
A few fons of harmony fent a petition, That he
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their infpirer and patron would be ; When this
g^^g&pi
anfwer arriv'd from the jolly eld G-recian — Voice
jSiliigBS
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fiddle, and flute, No longer be mute, I'll lend
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you my name and infpire you to hoot; And befides
I'll inflnift you like me to in twine The myrtle of
MISCELLANY. 23
E=S±fe§feEE«3
Venus with Bacchus's vine. And bejidis, PH snftruB you like me to inttvine the myrtle of Venus
fg^~ _iri';"rr— L,"-i*~--~c'--nr,i^ cirr7"7~~"5 , '
with Bacchus's 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 % oddcfs will itay above Hairs. " Hark ! already they cry, " la tranfports of joy, fi Away to the foris of Anacreon we'll fly, " And there, with good felWws> we'll learn to iatwine " The 'myrtle of Ve.nus with Bacchus's vine.
'• The yellow-hair'd God and his nine fufty maids,
" From Helicon's banks will incontinent flee, " Idal'a will boaft but of tenantlefs fhades,
" And the bi- forked hill a mere defart will be. " My thunder, no fear on't, " Shall loon 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 " The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
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, mewing his laurel, Cry'd, <{ Sic evitabile fulmen, you know !
24 THE MUSICAL
" Then over each head
•« My laurels I'll fpread ; " Somyfonsfromyourcrakerenomifchiefmallcireru!, il Whilft fnug in their club- room, they jovially twine " The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
Next Momus get. up, with his rifible phiz,
And fwore with Apollo he'd chearfully join — " The tide of full harmony ftill {hall be his,
" But the fong,and the catch, and thelaugh fhallbe mine. " Then, Jove, be not jealous « Of thefe honeft fellows," Cry 'd Jove, * ' We relent , fmce the truth you now tell us ; " And fwear, by eld Styx, that they long mall intwine " The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."
Ye fons of Anacreon, then, join hand In hand ;
. Preferve unanimity, friendfhip, and love ; JTis your's to fupport what's fo happily plann'd ; You've the fan£tion of Gods, and the fiat of Jove. While thus we agree, Our toaft let it be. May our club jflourim happy, united, and free ! And long may the fons of Anacreon intwine The myrtle, of Venus with Bacchus's vine.
MISCELLANY.
SONG XIII.
0 SAW YE MY FATHER
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faw ye my father, or faw ye my"
fa
lilpipgpil
motlier, Or faw ye my true love John ?
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I faw not your father, I faw not your
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^zinz^ii-^zi
mother, But I faw your true love John.
Up Johnny rofe, and to the door he goes,
And gently tirled the pin. The laffie taking tent, unto the door me went,
And fhe open'd and let him in.
Flee up, flee up, my bonny grey cock,
And craw when it is day ; Your neck fhall be like the bonny beaten gold,
And your wings of the filver grey.
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 love away.
And it was but a blink of the moon. C
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SONG XIV. KATHARINE OGXE
■^ As walking forth to view ti
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j Up- on a morning ear - ly, While May's
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«{ fweet fcent did chear my hrain, From
•^ flow'rs which grew fo rarely.
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MISCELLANY,
27
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chanc'd to meet a pret - ty maid, She fhin'd
W&aosa
c tho' it was foggy J I afk'd her
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ftsn^sin _.
pippl
^ name, Sweet Sir, me faid, My name is
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feat
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Katharine Ogie.
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1 flood awhile, and did admire, To fee a nymph fo ftately ;
28 THE MUSICAL
So brilk an air there did appear
In a country- maid fo neatly ? Such natural fweetnefs me difplay'd,
Like a lillie in a boggie. Diana's felf was ne'er array'd
Like this fame Katharine Ogie.
The fioiv'r of females, beauty's queen,
Who fees thee, fure mull prize thee ; Though thou art drefs'd in robes but mean.
Yet thefe cannot diiguife thee ; Thy handfome air, and graceful look,
Far excels any clownish regie ; Thou'rt match for laird, or lord, or duke*
My charming Katharine Ogie.
O were I but fome fiiepherd fwain !
To feed my flock befide thee, At bughting-time to leave the plain,
In milking to abide thee ; I'd think rn^felf a happier man.
With Kate, my club, and dogie, Than he that hugs his thoufands ten,
Had I but Katharine Ogie.
Then I'd defpife th' imperial throne, And flatefmens dangerous Rations °. 9d be no king, I'd wear no crown, ' I'd fraile at conqu'ring nations : Might I carefs and ilill pofTefs
This lafs of whom I'm vogie, Tor thefe are toys, and ft ill look lef3, Compar'd with Katharine Ogie.
But I fear the gods have not decreed
For me fo fine a creature, Whofe beauty rare makes her exceed
All other works in nature. Clouds of defpair furround my love,
That are both dark and foggy : Pity my cafe ye powers above,
Elfe I die for Katharine Ogie.
MISC ELLAKY.
SONG XV. FY GAR RUB HER OE& WP SfRAE.
29
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eb;
And gin ye meet a bonny laflky Gie'er a kifs and let her gae ; But if ye meet a
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dirty hufTy, Fy gar rub her o'er wi' ilrae*
Be fare ye dinna quit the grip Of ilka
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joy when ye are young, Before auld age 3
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s nip, And lay ye twafald o'er a
Sweet youth's a blyth and heartfome time ;
Then, lads and laffes, while 'tis May, Gae pu' the gowan in it's prime,
Before it wither and decay. Cii]
30 THE MUSICAL,
Watch the faft minutes of delyte,
When Jenny fpeaks beneath her breath3
And kiffes, laying a' the wyte On you, if fhe kepp ony fkaith.
Haith ye're ill-bred, flie'll fmiling fay,
Ye'U worry me, ye greedy r»ok : Syne frae your arms fhe'U rin away,
And hid herfelf in fome dark nook. Her laugh will lead you to the place,.
Where lies the happinefs ye want, And plainly tell you to your face,
Nineteen na-fays are ha'f a grant.
Now to her heaving bofom cling,
And fweetly toolie for a kifs : Frae her fair finger whoop a ring,
As taiken of a future blifs. Thefe bennifons, I'm very fure,^
Are of the gods indulgent grant : Then, furly carls, whiiht, forbear
To plague us with your whining cant.
MISCELLANY.
SONG XVI.
FILL YOUR GLASSES.
31
Fill your glaffes banifh grief, Laugh and worldly
pHipgl^
care defpife; Sorrow ne'er will bring relief: Joy from
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drinking will arife. Why mould we, with wrinkl'd care
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Change what nature made fo fair ? Drink, and fet the
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heart at reft ; Of a bad market make the bell*
Bufy brains we know, alas !
With imaginations run ; Like the fands i' th' hour-glafs,
Turn'd and turn'd, and ftill run onP Never knowing where to flay, But uneafy ev'ry way. Drink, and fet the heart at reft j Peace of mind is always beft,
\1 THE MUSIC At
Some purfue the winged wealth, Some to honours high afpire : Give me freedom, give me health \.
There's the fum of my ddl're. What the world can more pretent Will not add to my content, Drink, and fet the heart at reft ; Peace of mind is always bell.
Mirth, when mingled with our wme3 Make the heart alert and free ;
Should it fnow, or rain, or dune, Still the fame thing 'tis with me*
There's no fence againft our fate ;
Changes daily on us wait.
Drink, and fet your hearts at reft ;;
Of a bad market make the beiL.
MISCELLANY.
33
SONG XVII. EW-BUGHTS MARION.
Will ye go to the ew bug
Will ye go to the ew bughts Marion, And
23
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wear in the fiieep wi' me? The fun {hines -w-S? —
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i'weet, my Marion, But nae half fae fweet
as thee. The fun mines fweet, my Marion, But
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nae half fae fweet as thee.
O Marion's a bonny lafs,
And the blyth blinks in her ee'j 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.
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THE MUSICAL
I've nine miks ewes, my Marion ;
A cow and a brawny quey, I'll gi'e them a* to my Marion ;
Jurl on her bridal-day ;
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 ft out. 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 kyitle of the cramafie !
And foon as my chin hasnae hair on, I (hall come weft, and fee y$.
MISCELLANY,
SONG XVIII.
HUNTING THE HARE.
35
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What fport can compare, to the knitting of the
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hare, In the morning, In the morning, In fair and
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pleaiant weather, With our horfes and our hounds,
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fcrir1-^— n
kawh
we will fcour o'er the grounds, and Tan-ta-ra, Huz-
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za, and Tan-ta-ra, Huz-za and Tan-ta-ra, Hi
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za, brave boys we will folk
When poor pufs doth rife, Then away from us fhe flies, And we givQ her a thundering hollow,
36 THE MUSICAL
With our horfes and our hounds We will pull her courage down, And Tantara, Huzza, brave boys we will follow.
When poor pufs is kill'd
We retire from the field, To be merry boys, and drink away all forrow,
We have nothing more to fear
But to drown old father Care, And to baniih, Huzza, all his wants till to-morrow.
MISCELLANY,
SONG XIX, HARK AWAY.
37
HilSiiiiiiiiil
Hark a- way 'tis the merry ton'd horn, Calls the hunt-
ers all up with the morn, To the hills and the woodlands
iililiiiiiil
we ileer, To unharbour the out lying deer And
jij^j^fefc
all the day long this this is ourfong, ilill hollowing
and following fo frolic and free. Our joys
know no bounds«while we're af-ter the hounds, No
-M ' ■ \m\ — bai — ' lassl— B M — **
mortals on earth are fo jol - ly as we. D
33
THE MUSICAL
Hound the woods when we beat how we glow, While the hills they all echo Hollow ! With a bounce from his cover the flag flies, Then our fhouts long refourid thro' the ikies. Chorus. And all the day long, &c.
When we fweep o'er the valleys, or climb Up the health breathing mountain fublime, What a joy from our labours we feel, Which alone they who tafte can reveal. Chorus. And all the day long, &c.
SONG XX.
CONTENTED I AM.
zd I am, and contented I'll be, For what can lis world more afford, Than a lafs who will fociably
:E=t^k:;!==?=Ud::trtrt=:t:b:
fit on my knee, And a cellar with liquor well
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ilor'd, My brave bo - -
ys, And a cellar
m
ti:p2==3I
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with liquor well Ilor'd,
MISCELLANY. 39
My vault- door is open, defcend and improve ;
That cafk, fir, ay, that we will try ; 'Tis as rich, to the taftflfcas the lips of your love,
And as bright as her cheeks to the eye.
In a piece of flit hoop fee my candle is ftuck ;
'Twill light us the bottle tp hand, The foot of my glafs for the purpofe I broke,
For I hate that a bumper fnould Hand.- s
Sound thefe pipes, they're in tune; fearch the bins, they're well nll'd ;
View that heap of old hock in the rear. Yon bottles are Burgundy; mark how they're piPd,
Like artillery, tier over tier.
My cellar's my camp ; my foldiers my flafks,
All glorioufly rang'd in review ; When I caft my eyes round, I confider my calks
As kingdoms I've yet to fubdue.
Like Macedon's madman, my glafs I'll enjoy,
Defying hyp, gravel, or gout. He cry'd when he had no more worlds to deftroy :
I'll weep when my liquor is out.
'Tis my will, when I die not a tear mall be fhed,
No hic jacet be cut on my ftone ; But pour on my coffin a bottle of red,
And fay that his drinking is done.
Dij
40 THE MUSICAL
SONG XXL
THE HOUNDS ARE ALL OUT.
To the foregoing Tune.
THE hounds are all out and the morning does peep, Why how now you Haggardly lot I £Iow can you. how can you lie fnoring a-afleep, While we all on horfeback have got my brave boy- While we all on horfeback have got.
X cannot get up, for the over night's cup,
So terribly lies in my head, Befides my wife cries, my dear do not rife,
But cuddle me longer a- bed my dear boy. But cuxldle me loager a bed.
Come on with your boots, and faddle your mare,
Nor tire us with your longer delay, The cry of the hounds, and the fight of the hare,
Will chafe all our vapours away my brave boy& Will chafe all our vapours away.
MISCELLANY.
4*
SONG xxn.
COME, COME,' MV JOLLY LADS.
p!^:fzI:rzz^:^-L4-3:=-— Pi=--
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sfe
Come come, my jolly lads, the wind's abaft, b rifle
^ales our fails mall croud, Come buftle, buftle, .buftle
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oatfwain pipes aloud; ihe
jz§:zji:±zzz:^zi:pzt[z±±izzt
boys, hawl the boat, the boatfwain pipes aloud; The
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fhip's unmoor'd, all hands on board, The riling gale
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1EJr~*«<=5r* t- :!^=_-s tea! ! "far*H '.
fills ev'ry fail the (hip's wellmann'd and itor'd. Then
^fczszzq zzzz i:d: pziazzpzztpz^xii-zzj^ pzjzz:?z-jz?x^zz?:±:ztzizl=zt±t5c
fling the flowing bowl, Fond hopes arife, the girls we
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prize mall blefs each jovial foul. The cann boysbring,
^..p^ _ .
well drink and ting while foaming billows roll.'
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Tho> to the Spanifh coaft
We're bound to iteer, We'll ftill our rlglfts maintain, Then bear a hand, be Heady boys*
Soon we'll fee Old England once again :
From fhore to fliore^
While cannons roar, Our tars fliall mow The haughty foe,
Britannia rules the main...
Then fling the flowing bowl,.
Fond hopes arife
The girls we prize Shall blefs each- jovial foul :
The cann hoys bring,
We'll drink arid ling, While foaming billows roll.
Cho. Then fling the, fcfo
MISCELLANY.
SONG XXIII. LOCHABER NO MORE.
43
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Farewell to Lcchaber! and farewell my
SEffiIp3a
Jean ! where heartfome with thee I have mony
gjjggjjfBgglgi
days been; For, Lochaber no more, Eocha-
ber no more, We'll may be re-turn to Loch-
Hi^Sl
aber no more. Thefe tears that I fhed,
i^^
they are a* for my dear, And no for the dangers
MljJM
attending on weir ; Tho' bore on rough feas to
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.pea?—.— j_ -~fSB — jeb? „
a far bloody fhore, May be to re -turn to
JLochaber no more.
Tbo' hurricanes rife, and rife every wind, They'll ne'er r/nke a temper!., like that in my mind : ; Tho' loudert of thunders on 1 vder waves roar, That's naething like leaving my love on the more. To leave -thee behind the, my heart is fair pain'd, By tafe that's inglorious, no feme can be gain'd. And beauty and love's the reward of the brave : And I mulr'deferve it, before I can crave.
Then glory, my Jeanv, maun plead my excufe, Since honour commands me, how can I refufe ? Without it I ne'er car: have merit for thee, And without1 thy favour I'd better not be. I gae then, my lafs, to win honour and fame. i\nd if I fhould luck to come glorioufly hame. I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o'er, And then I'll leave thee and Lochaber no more.
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MISCELLANY.
SONG XXIV.
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG ONE
45
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Efl±:
When I was a young one, what girl was like me, So
SUp^l^ll
wanton, fo airy, and brifk as a bee, I tattl'd
sippilpiiii
I rambl'd, I laugh*d, and where e'er a fiddle was
§^P^W=I
heard, to be fure, I was there.
To all that come near I had fomething to fay, *Twas this Sir, and that Sir ! but fcarce ever nay* And Sundays dreft out in my filks and my lace, I warrant I flood by the bell in the place.
At twenty, I got me a hufband — poor man f Well reft him — we all are as'good as we can ; Yet he was fo peevifh, he'd quarrel for ftraws, And jealous — tho* truly I gave him fome caufe.
He fnub'd me and huff'd me — but let me alone, Egad I've a tongue — and I paid him his own ; Ye wives take the hint and when fpoufe is untowr'd, Stand firm to our charter — and have the laft word.
46 the musical
But now I'm quite alter'd, the more to my woe, I'm not what I was forty fummers ago; This Time's a fore foe, there's no manning his dart However I keep up a pretty good heart.
Grown old, yet I hate to be fitting mum chance, I ft ill love a tune tho' unable to dance. And, books of devotion laid by on the fhelf, I teach that to others-—! once did myfelf.
MISCELLANY.
SONG XXV.
THE WOMEN ALL TELL ME.
47
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The women all tell me I'm falfe to my lafs ; That I
quit my poor Chloe, and flick to my glafs. But to you, men of reafon, my reafons I'll own; And if you
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don't like them, why let them alone.
Although I have left her, the truth I'll declare ; I believe me was good,, and I'm fure fh'e was fair ; But goodnefs and charms In a bumper I fee That make it a3 good and as charming as (he.
My Chloe had dimples and fmiles, I miift own ;
But, though fiSe could fmik,yet in truth fhe could frown
But tell me, ye lovers of liquor divine,
Did you e'er fee a frown in a bumper of wine I
Her lulies and rofes were juft in their prime ; Yet lillies and rofes are conquer'd by time : But, in wine, from it's age fuch benefit flows, That we like it the better the older it grows.
48 THE MUSICAL
They tell me my love would in time have been cloy'd, And that beauty's infipid when once 'tis enjoy'd ; But in wine I both time and enjoyment defy, For, the longer I drink, the more thirfty am I.
Let murders, and battles, and hiftory, prove
The mifchiefs that wait upon rivals in love ;
But in drinking, thank heav'n, no rival contends^
For, the more we love liquor, the more we are friends.
She too might liave poifon'd the joy of my life, With nurfes, and babies, and fqualling and ilrife ; But my wine neither flurfes or babies can bring, And a big-bellied bottle's a mighty good thing.
We fhorten our days when with love we engage ;
It brings on difeafes and haftens old age :
But wine from grim death can it's votaries fave.
And keep out t'other leg when there's one in the grave.
Perhaps, like her fex, ever falfe to their word, She has left me — to get an eftate, or a lord ; But my bumpers (regarding nor titles nor pelf) Will ftand by me when I can't Hand by myfelf.
Then let my dear Chloe no longer complain ; She's rid of her lover, and I of my pain ; For in wine, mighty wine, many comforts I fpy. — Should you doubt what I fay, take a bumper and try.
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SONG XXVI. LET A SET OF SOBER ASSES.
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Let a fet of fober alfes Rail againft the joys of
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drinking, While water, tea, And milk agree To
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fet cold brains a thinking. Power & wealth, Beauty,
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health, Wit, and mirth, in wine are crown'd. Joys a-
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round.
The ancient fe&s on happinefs All differ'd in opinion ; But wifer rules Of Modern fchools
In wine fix her dominion. Power and wealth, fcJV.
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Wine gives the lover vigour,
Makes glow the cheeks of beauty ;
Makes poets write,
And foldiers fight, And friendfhip do it's duty.
Power and wealth, &c.
Wine was the only Helicon
Whence poets are long-liv'd fo j
'Twas no other main
Than brifk champaign Whence Venus was deriv'd too.
Power and wealth, £sfc.
When heaven in Pandora's box All kind of ill had fent us, _
In a merry mood
A bottle of good Was cork'd up to content us.
Power and wealth, &V.
All virtues wine is nurfe to, Of ev'ry vice detlroyer ;
Give dullards wit,
Makes juft the cit, Truth forces from the lawyer.
Power and wealth, Sc,
*\§7"ine fets our joys a-flowing, ^ Our care and forrow drowning. Who rails at the bowl, Is a Turk in's foul, And a Chriftian ne'er mould own him. Power and wealth, &c.
MISCELLANY.
SONG XXVII. WHEN WARS ALARMS.
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of war, And left fillv me thus to bewail. Eij
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But I no longer, tho' a maid forfaken,.
Thus will mourn like yonder dove, For, 'ere the lark to-morrow mall awaken*
I will feek my abfent love ;
The hoftile country over
I'll fly to feek my lover, Scorning ev'ry threat'ning fear ;
Nor diitant more,
Nor cannon's roar, Shall longer keep me from my dear*
MISCELLANY.
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SONG XXVIII.
DEAR TOM.
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Dear Tom, this brown jug, that now foams with
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mild ale, (in which I will drink to fweet Nan of the
vale), Was once Toby Filpot, a thirily old foul As
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e'er drank a bottle or fathom'd a bowl. In boozing about
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It chanc'd as in dog-days he fet at his eafe, In his flow'r- woven arbour, a3 gay as you pleafe, With a friend and a pipe puffing for row away, And with honeft old ilingo was ibaking his clay, Trlis breath- doors of life on a fucden were fliut. And he dy'd full as big as a Dorchefter butt.
His body, when long in the ground it had lain,
And time into clay had refolv'd it again,
A potter found out in it's covert fo fhug,
And with part of fat Toby- he form'd this brown jug,
Now facred to friendihip, to mirth, and mild ale ;
So here's to my lovely fweet Nan of the \-ak.
MISCELLANY,
SONG XXIX. HAPPY DICK.
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Whence comes it, neighbour Dick, That you with
youth uncommon, Have ferv'd the girls this tri - - - - ------ ck, And w
- - ck, And wedded an old wo - - - man?
Happy Dick !
Each belle condemns the choice Of a youth fo gay and fprightly j.
Eut we, your friends, rejoice, That you have judg'd fo rightly i
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 I
Beauty, we know will fade, As doth the fhort liv'd flower ;
Nor can the fairell maid infure her bloom an hour :
Happy Dick !
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Then wifely you refign,
For iixty, charms fo tranfient ; As the curious value coin
The more for being ancient : "Happy Dick !
With joy your fpoufe mall fee The fading beauties round her,
Ar.dfheherfclf ftillbe
The fame that firil you found her :
Happy Dick !
Oft 's the married Rate
V\ ithjealoufies attended ; And hence, through foul debate,
A:e nuptial joys fufpended : Happy Dick ?
But you, with fuch a wife, No jealous fears arc under ;
She's yours alone, for liie,
Or much we all mall wonder :
Happy Dick ! -
Her death would grieve you fore, But let not thai toiment you ;
My life ! (he'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— l's in her : Happy Dick !
Some have the name of hell . « To matrimony given : How falfely you can tell,
Who find it fuch a heaven : Happy Dick !
MISCELLANY.
With yon, each day and night Is crown'd with joy and gladnefs ;
While envious virjins bite
The heated meets for madnefs :
Happy Dick I
With fpoufe long {hare the blifs Y had mifs'd in any other ;
Ann when you've bury'd this, May you have fuch another :
Happy Dick !
Obferving hence, by you, In marriage fuch decorum,
Ourwifer youth mail do
As you have done before 'em :
Happy Dick I
SONG XXX.
HOW NOW MADAM FLIRT.
To the foregoing Tune. HY how now, madam Fh'rt ;
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If you thus muft chatter, And are for flinging dirt,
Let's try who beft can fpatter ;
Madam Flirt ! Why how now, fancy jade ;
Sure the winch is tipfy ! How can you fee me made The fcoif of fuch a gipfy ?
Saucy Jade ?
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SONG XXXI. SONGS OF SHEPHERDS,
Not too fad.
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nymphs upon holidays, are too unworthy for wonderful
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nus, a fong to prepare, In phrafe nicely
coin'd, and verfe quite refm'd, How the dates divine
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Runted the hare-
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Stars qulite tired with pallimes Olympical.
Stars and planets that beautiful (hone, Could no longer endure that men only ihould
Revel in pleasures, and they but look on. Round about horned Lucina they fwarmed,
And quickly inform'd her how minded they were, Each god and goddefs to take human bodies,
As lords and ladies, to follow the hare.
Chafte Diana applauded the motion,
And pale Prpferpina fat down in her place, To guide the welkin and govern the ocean,
While Dian conducted her nephews in chace. By her example, their father to trample,
The earth old and ample, they foon leave the air : Neptune the water, and wine Liber pater,
And Mars the flau.gh.ter, to follow the hare.
Young god Cupid was mounted on Pegafus,
Borrow'd o' th' mufes with kifies and prayers; Stern Alcides upon cloudy Caucafus
Mounted a centaur that proudly him bears. The poftilion of the fky, light-heel'd fir Mercury,
Made his fwift courfer fly fleet as the air ; While tuneful Apollo the paltime did follow,
To whoop and to hollow, boys, after the hare.
Drowned Narciffus, from his metamorpholls
Rous'd by Echo, new manhood did take. Snoring Somnus upitarted 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. Eolus flouted; with mirth Momus fliouted;
While wife Pallas pouted, yet follow'd the hare.
Grave Hymen ufhers in lady Aftrea.
The humour took hold of Latona the cohL Ceres the brown too, with bright Cytherea,
And Thetis the wanton, Beltona the bold ;
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Shamefac'd Aurora with witty Pandora, And Maia with Flora did company bear ;
But juno was Hated too high to be mated,
Although, Sir, me hated not hunting the hare.
Three brown bowls of Olympical neftar
The Troy-born boy"now prefents on his knee ;
Jove to Phoebus caroufes in nectar,
And Phoebus to Hermes, and Hermes to me :
Wherewtih iniufed, I piped and muied,
In language unuiec, their iports to declare,
Till the valthoufe of jovelike the bright fpheres did move- Here's a health, then, to all that love hunting the hare-
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SONG XXXII. THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER.
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I live by my mill, God blefs her ! (lie's kindred, child,
and wife ; I would not change my Hation for any other in life. No lawyer, furgeon, or doclior, e'er had a groat from mi i care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me. When fpring begins it's merry career, oh ! how his heart
grows gay I No fummer's drouth alarms his fears, nor winter's fad decay, Noforefightmarsthemiller'sjoy,who'swonttofingandfay, Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day. Thus, like the miller bold and free, let us rejoice and ling: The days of youth are made for glee, and time is oh the
wing. This fong (hailpafsfrom metothee, along this jovial ring : Let heart and voice and all agree to fay long live the kin g, F
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SONG XXXIIL
THE DUSKY NIGHT.
The dufky night rides down the fky, And ufhers
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a hunting we will go, A hunting we wiligo,
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will go - -, And hunting we will go - - -, A
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hunting we will go
The wife around her hufband throws Her arms to make him ftay,
My dear it ruins, it hails, it blows, You cannot hunt to-day. Yet a hunting, &c.
Sly Reynard now like light'ning flies, And fweeps acrofs the vale,
But when the hounds too near he fpies He drops his bufhy tail. Then a hunting, &c.
Fond eccho feems to like the fport,
And join the jovial cry, The woods and hills the found retort,
And mufic fills the fky, When a hunting, &c.
At laft his ftrength to faintnefs worn, Poor Reynard ceafes flight ;
Then hungry homeward we return To feaft away the night. And a drinking, Iste,
Ye jovial hunters in the morn Prepare then for the chace. Rife at the founding of the horn, And health with fport embrace, When a hunting, &jV. Fij
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SONG XXXIV.
FATHER PAUL. J o the foregoing Tune.
W'KILE grave divines preach up dull rules,. And moral wits refine, The precepts taught in human fchools, The precepts taught in human fchools,. We Friars hold divine, We Friars hold divine.
Mere's a health to Father Paul,
A health to Father Paul; For 'flowing ooivls inspires the fouls Of jolly Friars all.- :
When in the convent we're all met,
We laugh, we joke-, we fing, Affairs divine, we fo.on forget, Affairs divine, we foon forget,
Since Father Paul's our King,
Since Father Paul's our King.
Here's a health, &c.
Our beads and crofs, we hold divine
We pray with fervent zeal,
To rofy Bacchus god of wine,
To rofy Bacchus god of wine,
, "V^ho does each joy reveal,
Who does each joy reveal,
Here's a health, tJXY.
Here's abfolution you'll receive,.
You blue eye'd nuns fo fair, And benediction we will give? And benediericn we will give, So banifh all your cares, So'baniih all your cares,
Here's a health, $£c«
MISCELLANY.
So fill your bumpers fons of mirth,
Let Friars be the toaft ; Long may they all exift on earth, Long may they all exift on earth, And nuns their order boaft, Aud nuns their order boaft, Here's a health, £sV,
SONG XXXV. WHAT IS'T TO US.
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The world will ftill be rul'd by knaves, And fools contending to be Haves ; Small things, my friend, ferve to fuppoit Life, troublefome at belt, and fhort.
Our youth' runs back, occafion files, Grey hairs come on, and pleafure dies ; Who would the prefent bleffing lofe For empire which he cannot ufe ?
Kind providence has us fupply'd With what to others is deny'd ; Virtue which teaches to condemn And fcorn ill actions and ill men.
Beneath this lime-tree's fragrant fhade,. On beds of flow'rs fupinely laid, Let's, then, all other cares remove,. And drink and fins: to thofe we love.
MISCELLANY,
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SONG XXXVI. EV'RY MAN TAKE HIS GLASS.
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^Tis not owning a whirnfical name
That pi-oves a man loyal andjuil : Let him fight for his country's fame ;
Be impartial at home, if in trull. 'Tis this that proves him an honeft foul : His health well 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 fatd what you dare, You're but j nil where you werew Here's a health to ail •honeit 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, and right* Let's lay by all feuds and fttaite unite : Then who need care a fig Who's a tory or whig ? Here's a health t© all honeit men.
SONG xxxvn.
YE BELLES AND YE FLIRTS.
Ye belles and ye flirts, Andy e pert little things.
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Who trip in this forlickfome round, Prithee tell me from whence this in-decency fprings, The fexes
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girls, and foftnefs the tefl of your fex.
The girl who on beauty depends for fupport,
May call ev'ry art to her aid, The bofom difplay'd, and the petticoat mort,
&.H famples (he gives of her trade,
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But you, on whom fortune indulgently fmilet, And whom pride has preferv'd from the fnare,
Should flily attack us with coynefs and wiles, Not with open and infolent airs,
Brave girls, not with, £sV.
The Venus, whofe ftatue delights all mankind,
Shrinks modeflly back from the view, And kindly fhou'd feem by the artiii defign'd,
To ferve as a model for you, Then learn with her beauties to copy her air,
Nor venture too much to reveal, Our fancies will paint what you cover with care,
And double each charm you conceal,
Sweet girls, and double, &u
The blufiies of morn and the mildnefs of May,
Are charms which no art can procure, Oh ! be but yourfelves and our homage we'll pay,
And your empire is folid and fure, But if Amazon like, you attack your gallants,
And put us in fear of our lives, You raay do very well for fillers and aunts,
But believe me you'll never be wives,
Poor girls* believe me, SsV.
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the ro-fy ri-iingmorn, And e - chocs thro* the
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Nor gates nor hedges can impede, ' ■■< The brifk high-mettl'd flatting (teed,
The jovial pack purfue ; Like lightening darting o'er the plains, The diftant hills with ipeed he gains,
And fees the game in- view.
Her path the timid hare forfakes, And to the copie for fhelfer makes,
There pants a while for breath ; When now the noife alarms her ear, Her haunt's defcry'cl' her fate is near, ...
She fees aproaching death.
Directed by the well-known breeze, The hounds their trembling viclim feize,
She faints, Hie falls, fhe dies ; The diilant couriers now come in, And join the loud triumphant din,
Till eccho rend the ikies.
MISCELLANY
SONG XXXIX TOPSAILS SHIVER IN THE WIND.
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me cafls to Tea - - - But yet my foul, my
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heart, my mind, are, Ma-ry, moor'd with thee.
For tho' thy Tailor's bound a - far, Hill
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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 iteers my heart from pole to pole.
Sirens in every port we meet, More fell than rocks or waves ;
But fuch as grace the Britifh fleet, Are lovers and not flaves :
No foes our courage fhall fab due,
Although we've left our hearts with yoo.
Thefe are our cares, but if you're kind, We'll fcorn the dafhing njain,
The rocks, the billows, and the wind, The pow'r of France and Spain ;
Now England's glory rerts with you,
.Qur fails are full, fweet girls * Aditu !
MISCELLANY.
SONG XL.
BANKS OF BANNA.
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Shepherds, I have loft my love, Have you feen my
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Anna ? Pride of ev'ry mady grove, Upon the
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banks of Banna. I for her my home forfook,
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near yon mifty mountaifi, Left my flock, my pipe,
. my crook, Greenwood fhade and fountain*
Never (hail I fee them mere
Until her returning ; All the joys of life are o'er',
From gladnefs chang'd to mwurning. Whither is my charmer flown ?
Shepherds tell me whither ? Ah, woe for me-, perhaps fhe's gone
For ever and for ever.
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SONG XLL
ALL IN THE DOWNS.
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, the ilreamers
waving to the wind, When black eyd Sufan came
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en board, Oh! where {hall I my truelove find; Tell
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me, ye jovial failors, tell me true, If my fweet
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your crew.
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William, who high upon the yard,
Rock d with the billows to and frcu Soon as h^r well known voice he heard, He figh'd and call his eyes below : The cord glides fwiftly thro' his glowing hands, And quick as lightening on the deck he Hands.
So the fweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts clofe his pinions to his bread, If chance his mate's fn rill call he hear, And drops at once into her neft, The nobleft captain in the Britifh fleet, Might envy William's lips thofe kiffes fweet*
O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear,
My vows (hall ever true remain ; Let me kifs off that falling tear, We only part to meet again, Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart (hall bev The faithful compafs that ftill points to thee.
Believe not what the landmen fay,.
Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind* They'll tell thee Tailors when away, N In ev'ry pott a miftrefs find ; Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo3 For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go.
If to far India's coaft we fail,-
ThyVyes are feen in diamonds bright, Thy breath is A kick's fpicy.gale, Thy fkin is ivory fa white ; Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue;,- ,
Though battle calls' me from thy arms,
Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet fafe from harms.,,
William mail to his dear return, G iij
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Love turns afide the balls that round me fly, Leil precious tears fhould drop from Sufan's eyea
The boatfwain gave the dreadful word,
The fails their fwelling bofom fpread, No longer muft flie flay aboard :
They kifs'd, me %h5d, lie hung his head; Her lefs ning boat, unwilling rows to land : Adieu, fhe cries, and wav'd her lily hand.
S ON G XLII. WHEN ONCE THE GODS.
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When once the gods, like us below, To keep it up
de - %n, Their goblets with frefline&ar flow, Which
makes them more divine. Since drinking de-i-fiea
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Since drinking de-i-fies the foul, Let's pufli about
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drinking deifies the foul, Let's puih about tl
flowing bowl !
The glittring flar and ribbon blue, -That deck the courtier's breaft, May hide a heart of blacked 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 crews
Becaufe, like them, they want to have The loaves and fillies too.
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I care not .who divides the cole, So I can mare a flowing bowl. A flowing bowl, &c.
Let Mansfield Lord-chief-juftice be,
Sir Fletcher fpeaker ft ill ; At home let Sandwich rule the fea,
And North the treafury fill : No place I want, throughout the whole*.- 'JBut one that's near a flowing bowl.
A flowing .bowl, &c,
The fon wants fquare-toes at old Nick^
And mils is mad to wed ; The docior wants us to b"e lick. ;
The undertaker, derad. Ail have their v/ants from pole to pole i I want an ever flowing bowl..
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SONG XLIII.
ONCE MORE I'LL TUNE.
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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.
Were (he array'd in ruftic weed, With hei the bleating flocks I'd feed,. And pipe upon mine oaten reed,
To pleafe my lovely Peggy. With her a cottage would delight, All's happy when flue's in my light, But when (he's gone it's endlefs night,
All's dark without my Peggy.
The zephyr's air the violet blows, Or breath' upon the damaflc rofe, He does not half the fweets difelofe,
That does my lovely Peggy. I dole a kits 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 fhall rove, And linnets warble thro' the grove, Or llately fwans the waters love,.
So long (hall I love Peggy. And when Death with his pointed dart, Shall ftrike the blow that rives my heart. My words fhall be wheft I depart.
Adieu! rgy lovely Peggy.
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SONG XLIV.
ON A BANK OF FLOW'RS.
On a bank of flow'rs in a fummer's day, invit-
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As he gaz'd, a gentle breeze arofe,
That fann'd her robes afide ; And the fieepi ng nymph did charms difciofe
Which, waking, fhe would hide, Then his breath grew fhort, and his pulfe beat high He long'd to touch what he chanc'd to fpy,
With a fa, la, la, &c. But dm it not yet draw nigh.
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All amaz'dhe Hood, with her beauties fir'd,
And blefs'd the courteous Wind ; Then in whifpers figh'd, and the gods defir'd,
That Celia might be kind. Then, with hope grown bold, he advanc'd amain ; But Cne laugh'd aloud in a dream, and ag'ain,
With a fa, la, la, £sV. Repell'd the tim'rous fwain.
Yet, when once defire has enflam'd the foul,
All modeft doubts withdraw, And the god of love does each fear controul
That would the lover awe. Shall a prize like this, fays the venfrous boy, Efcape, and I not the means employ,
With a fa, la, la, &c. To feize the proffer'd joy ?
Here the glowing youth, to relieve his pain,
The flumb'ring maid carefs^d, And with trembling hands (oh ! the fimple fwain !-)
Her glowing- bofom prefs'd. Then the virgin wak'd, and affrighted flew, Yet look'd as wifhing he would purfue,
With a fa, la, la, &fr. But Damon mifs'd his cue.
Now, .repenting that he had let her fly,
Himfelf he thus accus'd : What a dull and flupid -thing was I,
That fuch a chance abus'd ! To my mame 'twill now on the plains be faid, Damon a virgin afleep betray d,
With a fa, la, la, &c. Yet let her <ro a maid 1
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SONG XLV. A COBLER. THERE WAS.
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Contented he work'd, and he thought himfelf happy If at night he could purchafe a cup of brown nappy : He'd laugh, then, and whittle, and fing, too, moil fweet, Saying, juil to a hair I've made both ends to meet. Derry down, &c.
But love, the difturber of high and of low, That moots at the peafant as well the beau, He mot the poor cobler quite thorough the heart ; I wifh'd it had hit fome more ignoble part. Derry down, £sV.
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It was from a cellar this archer did play. Where a buxom young damfel continually lay : Her eyes fhone fo bright, when (he rofe cv'ry day, That fhe (hot tlie poor cobler quit over the way. Derry down, &c.
He fang herlove-forigs as he fat at his work, But file was as hard as a Jew or a Turk ; Whenever he fpoke (he would flounce and would fleer, Which put the poor cobler quite into defpair. Derry down, £sfc
He took up his awl that he had in the world, And to make away with himfelf he refolv'd : He peirc'd through his body inftead of the sole ;** So the cobler he dy'd, and the bell it did toll. Derry down, &c.
And now, in good will, I advife, as a friend : All coblers, take notice of this cobler's end ; Keep your hearts out of love, for we find, by what's paft, That love brings us all to an end at the last. Derry down, down, down, derry down.
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SONG XLVI.
To the foregoing Tune.
I'M not high church nor low church, no tory nor whig-, No nattering young coxcomb, nor formal old prig, Not fond of much talking, nor filcntly quaint, No profligate finner-, nor pragmatical faint. Derry down, down, down, deny down.
But to know truth from falfehood, I do what I can,
And if that 1 do err, I'm a fallible man,
Nor can I in nature conceive any other,
Of the wifeft arch pried that is born of his mother.
I can laugh at ajeft, if it's not out of time, And excufe a miitake, tho' not flatter a crime The faults of a friend I fcorn to expofe, And deteft private fcandal, tho' call on my foes.
I put none to the blufh, on whatever pretence, Forimmodefty (hocks both good breeding and fenfe, To amend, not reproach, is the bent of my mind, A reproof is half loit, where ill nature is join'd.
When merit appears, tho' in rags, I refpedl it,
And pleads virtue's caufe, tho' the world (hould re-
jed it ; To no party a flave, in no fquabble I join, Nor damns the opinion that differs from mine,
Evil tongues I contemn, no mob treafon I fing, I doat on my country, and am true to my king, And as for the path, after death to be trode, I fubmit to the will of a merciful God.
Deny down, down, down, deny down»
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SONG XLVIL
THE ECHOING HORN.
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Triumphant returning at night with the fpoil,
Like Bacchanals ihouting and gay; How fweet with a bottle and lafs to refrefh,
And lofe the fatigues of the day: With fport, love, and wine, fickle fortune- defy,
Dull wifdom all happinefs fours; Since life is no more than a paffage at beftj
Let's ftrew the way over with flow'rs.
With now'rs, let's ftrew, SsV.
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SONG XLVIII.
WHAT WOMAN CAN DO.
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I caught him once making love to a maid,
When to him I ran, He turn'd and he kifs'd me, then who could upbraid
So civil a man ?
The next day I found to a third he was kind,
I rated him foundiy, he fwore I was blind ;
So let me do what I can,
Still, — ftill, he's the man.
All the world bids me beware of his art:
I do what I can ; But he has taken fitch hold of my heart,
I doubt he's the man ! So fweet are his kiffes, his looks are fo kind, He may have his faults, but if none "I can find? Who can do more than they can. I
He, — ft ill is the man.
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SONG XLIX.
THE FAREWELL.
Written by Mary Queen of Scots, in her pajfage from France to Scotland.
O ! thou lov'd country, where my youth was
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pangs I feel at that drear word, Farewell !
The fhip that wafts me from thy friendly fhorc, 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 y holy thine, that part I give to thee, "1
That in the temple of thy memory, >•
The other evtx may cnfhringd be. 3
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Above tho' opprefl by my fate,
I bum with contempt for my foes, Tho' fortune has alter'd my itate
She ne'er can fubdue me to thofe ; Falfe woman in ages to come,
Thy malice detefted mall be And when we are cold in the tomb
Some heart it ill will forrow for me.
Ye roofs where cold damps and dlfmay,
With filence and folitude dwell, How comfortlefs paffes the day,
How fad tolls the evening bell ; The owls from the battlements cry,
Hollow wind feems to murmur around, 0 Mary, prepare thee to die,
My blood it runs cold at the found.
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SONG LI.
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She from her pillow gently rals'd
Her head to afk, who there might be. She faw young Sandy fhiv'ring (land,
With vifage pale and hollow eye ; 4t O Mary dear, cold is my clay,
44 It lies beneath a ftormy lea, " Far, far from thee, I fleep in death,
'.' So Mary, weep no more for me.
t( Three ftormy nights and ftormy days
" We tofs'd upon the raging main : «* And long we ftrove our bark to fave,
<c But all our ftriving was in vain. «c Ev'n then, when horror chii'd my blood,
" My heart was rlll'd with love for thee : <c The ftorm is paft, and I at reft,
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u And thou and I (hall part no more." Loud erow'd the cock, the fhadow fled*
No more of Sandy could (he fee ; But foft the palling fpirit laid,
(i Sweet Mary, weep no more for me"
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SONG LII.
SHE ROSE AND LET ME IN.
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Did my fond fuit reprove; And while (he chid my rafh defign,
She but inflam'd my love. Her beauty oft had pleas'd before,
While her bright eyes did roll : But virtue only had the pow'r-
To charm my very foul.
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Then who wou'd cruelly deceive,
Or from fuch beauty part ! I lov'd her fo, I could not leave
The charmer of my heart. My eager fondnefs I obey 'd,
Refolv'd flie mould be mine, Till Hymen to my arms convey'd
My treafure fo divine.
Now happy in my Nelly's love,
Tranfporting is my joy ; No greater bleiHng can I prove,
So blefs'd a man am I ; "For beauty may a while retain
The conquer'd flutt'ring hearty But virtue only is the chaia
Holds never to depart.
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SONG LIIL OPEN THE DOOR TO ME
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Cold is the blafl upon my pale chetk, But colder your love unto me, Oh! Though you have, &c.
She's open'd the door, Die's open'd it wide, She fees his pale corps on the ground, Oh ! Though you have, &c.
My true love, flie cry'd, then fell down by his fJde9 Never, never to (hut again, Oh ! Though you have, £sV.
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SONG LIV.
THE MATRON'S WISH.
When my locks are grown h©ary, And my vifage
looks pale, When my forehead has wrinkles, and mine
eye-fight does fail, May my words and mine actions be
free from all harm,. May I have a good hufband
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With a fermon on Sunday, and a Bible of good print ; With a pot on the fire, and good viands in't ; With ale, beer, and brandy, both winter and fummer, To drink to my goffip, and be pledg'd by my cummer, The pleafures of, &c.
With pigs and with poulty, and fome money in ftore, To purehafe the needful, and to give to the poor ; With a bottle of Canary, to fip without fin, And to comfort my daughter whene'er me 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 lire. 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, fhe was cheerful, no fcold, nor no whore 5 She affiiled her neighbours, and gave to the poor. Tho'-theJlGVu'r of her youth in her age did decay > Tho" her life like a vapour evani/b'd aivay, She IWd well and happy unto her laji day. '
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SONG LV.
THE OLD MAN'S WISH.
To the foregoing Tune.
IF I live to grow old, as I find I go down, Let this be my fate : in a fair country town, Let nre have a warm houfe with a ilone at my gate, And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate.
May I govern my paflions with an abfolute fway ; And grow wifer and betteras my ftrength wears away, Without gout or ilone, by a gentle decay,
In a country town, by a murmuring brook. With the ocean at diftance, on which I may look ; With a green fpacious plain without hedge or itile, And an eafy pad nag to ride out a mile. May I govern, s&fe.
With Horace and Petrarch, and one or two more Of the bell wits that liv'd in the ages before ; With a dim of road mutton, not ven'fon nor teal, And clean, though coarfe linen at every meal. May I govern, l5c.
With a pudding on Sundays, and (lout humming liquor. And remnants of Latin to puzzle the vicar ; With a hidden referve of good Burgundy wine, To drink the king's health as oft as we dine. May I govern, £sfc.
With a courage undaunted may I face my laft day : And, when I am dead, may the better fort fay, — — In the morning when fober, in the ev'ning when mellow, He is gone, and has left not behind him his fellow : For he govern'd his pafiions with an abfolute fway ; And grew wifer and better as his ftrength wove away, Without gout or Hone, by a gentle decay.
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SONG LVI. KNOW I'M YOUR PRIEST.
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The banns being publifh'd to chapel we go, The bride and the bridegroom in coats white as fnow, So modeft her air and fo iheepifh your look, You out with your ring and I pull out with my book. Sing, &c.
I thumb out the place, and I then read away, She blumes at love and ihe whifpers obey, You take her dear hand to have and to hold, I fhut up my book and I pocket your gold.
Sing Ballinamona oro.
That fnug little guinea for me.
The neighbours wifh joy to the bridegroom and bride, The pipers before us you march fide by fide, A plentiful dinner gives mirth to each face, The piper plays up, myfelf I fay grace.
Sing, £sfc.
A good wedding dinner for me.
The joke now goes round and the flocking is thrown, The curtains are drawn and you're both left alone, JTis then my good boy I believe you're at home, And hey for a chriftening at nine months to come.
Sing Ballinamona oro,
A good merry chriftening for me.
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SONG LVIL BALLINAMONA..
To the foregoing Tune.
HEREVER I'm going, and all the day 1< At home and abroad, or alone in a throne
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I find that my paffion's fo lively and ftrong,
That your name, when I'm filent, ftill runs in my iong
Sing Balinamona ovo,-&c.
A kifs of your fweet lips for me.
Since the firft time I faw you I take no repofe ;
I deep all the day to forget half my woes j
So hot is the flame in my itomaeh that glows,
By Sc. Patrick, I fear it will burn through my clothes.
Sing Balinamona ora, &c.
Your pretty black hair for me.
In my confcience I fear I {hall die in my grave, Unlets you comply and poor Phelim will five, And grant the petition your lover does crave, Who never was free till you made him your flavc.
Sing Balinamona ora, £sV,
Your pretty black eyes for me.
On that happy day when I make you my bride, With a f winging long fword how I'll ftrut and I'll ftride, With coach and fix horfes with honey I'll ride, As before you I walk to the church by your fide.
Sing Balinamona oro, &c.
Your lily-white fill for me.
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SONG LVIII.
THE WHEEL OF LIFE.
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Some few aloft on fortune's wheel do go, And, as they mount up high, the others tumble low; For this we all agree, that fate at firll did will That this great wheel mould never once Hand {till.
The courtier turns, to gain his private ends, 'Till he's fo giddy grown, he quite forgets his friends: Frofperity oft-times deceives the proud and vain, And wheels fo fall, it turns them out again.
Some turn to this, to that, and ev'ry way,
And cheat and fcrape for what can't purchafe one poor
day : But this is far below the gen'r.ous hearted man, Who lives, and makes the m©ft of life he can.
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"' • 2 And thus we're wheel'd^bout in life's fhort farce,
'"Till we at la ft are wheei'& off in a rumbling hearfe :
The midwife wheels us in, and death wheels us out,
Good lack 1 good lack ! 'how things are wheel'd about.
SONG LII,
THE STORM.
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Lively. Hark ! the boatfwain hoarfely bawling, —
By topfail fheets, and haulyards (land ! Down top-gallants quick be hauling !
Down your Hay- fails, hand, boys, hand ! Now it frefhens, fet the braces ;
Quick the topfail fheets let go ; Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces I
Up your top fails nimbly clew !
Slow. Now all you on down- beds fporting,
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms, Frefh enjoyments wanton courting,
Free from all but love's alarms, — Round us roar the tempeft louder ;
Think what fear our mind enthrals ; Harder yet, it yet blows harder ;
No again the boatfwain calls :
Quick. The topfail-yards point to the wind, boys !
See all clear to reef each courfe ! Let the fore-meets go ; don't mind, boys,
Though the weather mould 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 j cheer, lads, cheer !
Slow. Now the dreadful thunder's roaring !
Peals on peals contending clafh ! On oiir heads fierce rain falls 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,?
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Quick.
The foreman's gone, cries every tongue out,
O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck. A leak beneath the cheft-tree's fprung out ;
Call all hands to clear the wreck. Quick the lanyards cut to pieces !
Come, my hearts bt flout, and bold ! Plumb the well, the lake increafes ;
Four feet water in the hold !
Slow. While o'er the fhip wild waves are beating,
We for wives or children mourn ; Alas ! from hence there's no retreating ;
Alas ! from hence there's no return. Still the lake is gaining on us ;
Both chain- pumps are choak'd below, Heav'n have mercy here upon us !
For only that can fave us now '
Quick
O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys j
Let the gunso'er-board'be thrown ; To the pump come ev'ry hand, boys ;
See our mizen-mafl is gone, The leak we've found ; it cannot pour faft :
We've light en'd her a foot or more ; Up, and rig a jury fore-mail ;
She rights, (he rights, boys! wear off more.
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 fweetheants and our wives. Fill it up, about fhip wheel it ;
Clofe to th' lips a brimmer join. Where's the tempetl now ; who feels it ?
None ! .our danger's diown'd in wine !
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ftill the fonder they grew.
A paffion fo happy alarm'd all the plain,
Some envy'd the nymph, but more envy'd the fwain,
Some fwore 'twou'd be pity their loves to invade,
That the lovers alone for each other were made.
But all, all confented that none ever knew,
A nymph be more kind, or a mepherd fo true,
Love faw them with pleafure and vow'd to take care, Of the faithful, the tender the innocent pair, What either might want he bid either to move, But they wanted nothing but ever to love. He faid all to blefs them his god- head cou'd do, That they ft ill fhou'd be kind and they mould be true,
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SONG LXL
LIFE IS CHECQUER'D. Philofophical. Jovial.
Life is checquer'd ; toil and pteafure Fill up all the
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hark to the boatfwain's whittle! whittle! Buttle,
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X.ife is checquer'd ; toil and pleafure Fill up all the various meafure. Hark ! the crew, with fun-burnt faces,.. Chanting black ey'd Sufan's graces :
And, as they raife their note*
Through their rutty throats, On the deck is heard no other found, SsV. &c*
Life is cheequer'd; toil and pleafure Fill up all the various meafure. Hark ! the crew their cares dtfcarding -With huttle-cap or with chuck-farthing :
Still in a merry pin,
Let them lbfe or win, On the deck is heard, no other fouad, &c. &k,
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SONG LXIL
BELIEVE MY SIGHS.
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My heart was like a lump of ice*.
Till warm'd by your bright eye : And then it kindled in a trice,
A flame that ne'er can die. Then take and try me, you mall find
That I've a heart that's true ; Of all .the girls I ever faw, I ne'er lov'd one like you,
/ ne'er Ion) d one like you my dear* I ne'er lovd one like you, 0/ all the girls I ever/aius I ne'er lovd one like you,.
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SONG LXIII.
YOU THE POINT MAY CARRY.
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tarry, But for you, I tell you true, no you, I'll ne-
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ver marry.
Care our fouls difowning, Punch our forrows drowning,
Lausffi and love
And ever prove Joys our wjfhes crowning. Care our, &c.
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To the ckurch 1*11 hand her. Then thro' the world I'll wander,
I'll fob and figh
Until I die A poor forfaken gander. To, the church, &c.
Each pious prieft fince Mofes, One mighty truth difelofes,
You're never vex't
If this his text, Go fuddle all your nofes. Each pious, &c.
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SONG LXIV.
WELCOME BROTHER DEBTOR,
Tune — Ceafe rude Boreas— Page 109.
WELCOME, welcome, brother debtor, To this poor but merry place, Where no bailiff, dun, or fetter,
Dare to mew a frighful face. But, kind Sir, as your're a ftranger, Down your garnifh you rauft lay, Or your coat will be in danger; You rauft either ftrip or pay.
Ne'er repine at your confinement
From your children or your wife : Wifdom lies in true refinement,
Through the various fcenes of Irfe, Scorn to mew the leaft refentment,
Though beneath the frowns of fate9 Knaves and beggars find contentment.
Fears and cares attend the great.
Though our creditors are fpiteful,
And reftrain our bodies here, Ufe will make a jail delightful,
Since there's nothing elfe to fear, Every ifland's but a prifon,
Strongly guarded by the fea : Kings and princes, for that reafon,
Pris'ners are as well as we.
What was it made great Alexander,
Weep at his unfriendly fate ? 'Twas becaufe he could not wander
Beyond the world's ftrong prifon-gate. The world itfelf is ftrongly bounded
By the heavens and {tars above : Why mould we then be confounded,
Since there's nothing free but love ?
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SONG LXV.
MY TEMPLES WITH CLUSTERS.
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122 THE MUSICAL
Yet why this refolve to relinquish the fair? sTis a folly with fpirits like mine to defpair; For what mighty charms can be found in a glafs, If not fill'd to the health of fome favourite lafs?
*Tk woman whofe charms every rapture impart, And lend a new fpring to the pulte 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 liftens, well pleas'd, from her med; While ag-e, in an ecftacy, hob'ling along, Beats time, with his crutch, to th*e tune of her fong.
Then bring me a goblet from Bacchus's hoard, The largeft and deepeft that Hands on his board j I'll fill up a brimmer, and drink to the fair; sTi& the thirft of a lover — and pledge me who dare!
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SONG LXVI.
LOW DOWN IN THE BROOM
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them do, it's a' ane to me; For he's low down he's
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My aunty Kate fits at her wheel,
And fair fhe lightlies me ; But weel ken I it's a' envy j
For ne'er a jo hag fhe. But let them fay, &f0.
My coufin Kate was fair beguil'd
"VVi' Johnnie i' the glen : And aye fince fyne, fhe cries, beware
Of falfe deluding men. But let her fay, &c.
Glee'd Sandy he came weft ae night, And fpeer'd when I faw Pate,
And aye fin ce fyne the neighbours round They jeer me air and late.
But let them fay, or let them do,
It's a arte to me ; ■ For I'll gae to tlye bonny lad
That's waiting on me ; Waiting jm me, my love,
He's 'waiting on me j F&r he's low down, htfs in the hroom
That's waiting for me.
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SONG LXVII. KGW LITTLE DO THE LANDMEN KNOW.
How little do the landmen know, of whatwciai-
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mo-nfieurs right us, fo tofs the canri" about*
Sick Mont to orders me {filiates,.
We'h plunder, burn, and fink, Then France have at your firft ra*cs3.
For Britons never fhririk. We'll rummage all we fancy,
We'll bring them li\ by {'cores,. And Moll and Kate and Nancy,
Shall roil in lucis d'ors.
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While here at Deal we're ly'ng,
With our noble commotio) e, We'll fpend our wages freely boys,
And then to fea for more. In peace we'll drink and fmg boys,
In war we'll never fly, Here's a health to George our king, boys,
And the royal family.
SONG LXVIII.
WHRE'S MY SWAIN.
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know, not for ling'ring la - - zy Johnny, Love has flying wings I well know, not for ling'rim;
la - zy Johnny.
What can he be now a doing,
Is he with the laiTes Maying ? He had better here be wooing,
Than with others fondly playing* Tell me truly where he's roving,
That I may no longer forrow | If he's weary grown of loving,
Let him tell me fo to-morrow.
Does fome fav'rite rival hide thee,
Let her be the happy creature, I'll not plague myfelf to chide thee,
Nor difpute with her a feature. But I can't and will not tarry,
Nor will kill myfelf with forrow, I may loofe the time to marry,
If I wait beyond to-morrow.
Think not fhepherd thus to brave me, If I'm your's pray wait no longer,
If you won't another 'll have me, I may cool but not grow fonder.
128 THE MUSICAL
If your lovers, girls, fbrfake ye,
Whine not in defpair and forrow, Bleil another lad may m;.ke ye ;
Stay for none beyond to-morrow.
SONG LXIX.
VARIETY IS CHARMING. • Tune — Ton the point may carry- — Page iiS*
I'M in love with twenty, I'm love with twenty, And could adore As many more, There's nothing like a plenty- Variety is charming, Variety is charming, A conftancy Is not for me, So ladies take your warning
For a man in one love, For a man-in one love,
Ke looks as poor
As any boor, For a man in one love. Variety, &c.
Girls grown old and ugry. Girls grown old and ugly,
They can't infpire
The fame defue, ,As when they're young and fmugljv Variety, pe,
'Tis not the grand regalia,. "Tis not the grand regalia
Of eaftern kings '
Thatpoets lings, But O the fweet feraglio. Variety, &c.
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SONG LXX.
AS SURE AS A GUN.
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And fo when you're married (poor amorous wight ? You'll bill it, and coo it from morning till night : But truil me, good Colin, you:ll find ft bad fan, — Inftead of which you'll fight and fcratch — as fure as a gun !
But fhou'd me prove fond of her own deareft love,
And you be as fupple, and foft as her glove ;
Yet be (he a faint, and as chafte as a nun —
You're faften'd to her apron-ihings— -as fure as a gun 1
Suppofe it was you then, faicl he, with a leer ; You wou'd not ferve me fo, I'm certain, my dear : In troth I replied, I will anfwer for none,— But do as other women do — as fure as a gun !
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SONG LXXL FAL DE RAL TIT.
'Twas I learnt a pretty long in France, And I
brought it o'er the fea by chance; And then in Wapping-
I did dance,. Oh ! the like was ne-ter feen : For I
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made the mufic loud for to play, All fortopafs the
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dull hours a way, And when I had nothing left for
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to fay, Then I fung Fa! de ral tit, Tit fal de ral,
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As I 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 (Irak,
All for to pleafure my (hip mate,
And fatisfa&ion give him ftrait,
Then I fung Fal de ral tit, &c.
The macaronies next came in, All dreft fo neat, and loak'd fo trim, And thinking for to llrike 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 Fal de ral tit, &c.
I32 THE MUSICAL
The landlord then aloud did fay,
As how he wifh'd I wou'd go away ;
And if I 'tempted for to Hay,
As how he'd take the law,
Lord d — me, fays I, you may do your word,
For I've not fcarcely quench'd my third,
All this I faid, and nothing worfe,
Then 1 fung Fal de ral tit, SsV.
It's when I've crofl: the raging main,
And be come back to Old England again,
Of grog I'll drink galore ; -
With a pretty girl for to fit by my fide,
And for her collly robes I'll provide,
So that me mall be fatisfied,
Then I'll fing Fal de ral tit, fcfr.
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SONG LXXII.
ANDRO WF HIS CUTTY GUN.
Blyth, blyth, blyth was me, BIyth was me but and
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to fee a tappet hen. She took me in, and
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fet me down, And hechtto keepmelawing free; But
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We loo'd the liquoV well enough;
But waes my heart ray cam was done, Before that I had quench'd my drouth,
And laith I was to pawn my moon. When we had three times toom'd our iloup,
. And the neift chappia new begun, In ftarted, to heeze up our hope, Young Andre wi' his cutty gun. Blyth, Myth, CsV.
The carlin brought her kebbuck ben, With girdle-cakes well toafted brown ;
Well does the canny kimmei- ken, They gar the feuds gae glibber down.
We ca'd the bicker aft about,
, Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our bum.
And ay the cleareft drinker out, Was Andro wi' his cutty gun. Blyth, blyth, &?V. •
He did like ony mavis fir.g,
And as I in his oxter fat, He ca'd me ay his bonny thing,
And mony a fappy kifs I gat. I ha*e been ealr, I hae been well,
I hae been far ayont the fun ; But the blytheft lad that e'er I faw,
Was Andro wi'his cutty gun. Blyth, blyth, e?V.
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SONG LXXIIL
BIRKS OF INVERMAY.
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timely wife, like them im -prove the hour that flies, and in foft raptures wafte theday, A-
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For foon the winter of the year, AncTage, life's winter, will appear ; At this thy living bloom will fade, A3 that will flrip the verdant fhad« ; Our tafie of pleafure then is o'er, The feather'd fongfters are no more; And when they droop, and we decay, Adieu the bjrks 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 fing and play About the birks of Invermay.
Hark, how the waters, as they fall, Loudly my love to gladnefs call ; The wanton waves fport in the beams, And fimes play throughout the ftreams--; rJ2he circling fun does now advance, And all the planets round him dance s Let us as jovial be as they Among the birks of Invermay. '
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SONG LXXIV.
FRIEND AND PITCHER.
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my friend, and pitcher.
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338 THE MUSICAL
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, bV.
Tho' fortune ever fhuns my door, I know not what can bewitch her j
With all my heart can I be poor,
With my fweet girl, my friend, and pitcher. - My friend, fo' rare,. &c.
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SONG LXXV.
THO' LATE I WAS PLUMP.
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therum foodie, Fidgety, fidgety, nigety, mum
Dear Kathleen, then why did you flout me,
A lad that's fo cofey and warm. Oh ! ev'ry thing's handfome about me,
My cabin and fnug little farm. Sing ditherum, &c.
What tho' I have fcrap'd up no money, No duns at my chamber attend j
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On Sunday I ride on my poney. And ft ill have a bit for a friend. Sing ditherum, &c.c
The cock courts his hens all around me. The fparrow, the pigeon, and dove ;
Oh! how all this courting confounds me* When I look and think of my love. Sing ditherum, &c.
SONG LXXVI.
NOW PHCEBUS GILDS.
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or the fwift footed deer, no matter whatfport is in
view
No matter what fport 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 ;
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Kings and princes, of old, Have this paftime extoiFd, Royal hunters have fat on the throne.
Hills and valii''s o'erpaft, Now hdmewaid we hafte, ■
And our miilreffes hearty embrace : New ftrength we obtain, By our fports on the plain,
For (Irength ftill attends on 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, While each chorus loudly huzza*.
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SONG LXXVIL
HOOLY AND FAIRLY.
Oh ! what had I a - do for to marry ; My wife (he
M
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drinks naething but fack and canary, I to her friends
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complain'd right airly: O gin my wife wou'd drink
gjlji^lJEllfl^SrpEp
hooly and fairly, Hooly and fairly, Hooly and fairly ;
O gin my wife wou'd drink hooly and fairly.
Firft me drank Crummie, and fyne fne drank Garie, Now flie has drunken my bonny gray marie, That carried me thro' the dub and the larie. Oh ! gin my wife, &c.
If fhe'd drink but her ain things, I wad na much care, She drinks my claiths I canna well fpare, To the kirk and the market I gang fa' barely. Oh ! gin ray wife, Z$c.
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If there's ony filler, fhe maun keep the purfe; If I feek but a baubee, fhe'll fcald and (he'll curie; She gangs like a queen, I fcrimpet and fparely. Oh i gin my wife, £sV.
I never was given to wrangling nor flrife, • Nor e'er did refufe her the comforts of life, E'er it come' to a war, I am ay for a parley. Oh ! gin my wife, &c.
A pint wi' her cummers I wad her allow, .But when 1he fi(:s down fhe fills herfel fou ; And when me is fou, {he's unco' camfteriei Oh! gin my wife, &c.
She ries out to the cafey, fhe roars and fhe rants, Has nae dread o' her nibours, nor minds the houfe wants, But lings fome fool- fang, Tak' up your heart Charlie. Olj ! gin my wife, &c.
And when fhe comes hame me lays on the lads, She ca's the lafFes baith limmers and jades, And I my ainfel an auld cuckold carlie, Oh ! gin my wife, &fa
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US
SONG LXXVIIL GOOD MORROW TO YOUR NIG'HT-CAP.
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Dear Kathleen you no doubt find Sleep how very
fweet 'tis, Dogsbark,andcocks have crow'd outyoune
33
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ver dream how late 'tis. This morning gay, I
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gel
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poft away, to have with you a bit of play, on two legs
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rid a-long to bid,goodmorrowtoyournightcap
Laft night a little browfy,
With whifky, ale, and cyder* I afk'd young Betty Bloufy To let me fit belide her ; Her anger rofe, And four as floes, The little gipfey cock'd her nofe. Yet here I've rid along to bid, Good- morrow to your night-cap,
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THE MUSICAL
SONG LXXIX.
HOW STANDS; THE GLASS AROUND.
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How ftandsthe glafs around:
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bound. , The trum-pets found, the colours
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bound. The trum-pets found, the colours
they are flying, boys, to fight, kill, or wound, may
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they are flying, boys, to fight, kill, or wound, may
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we fr ill be found, con - tent with our hard
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fate, my boys, on the cold ground.
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fate, my boys, on the cold ground:
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Why, foldiers, why, Shcu'd we be .melancholy, boys ?
Why, foldiers, why I
Whofe bufinefs 'tis to die !
What, fighing? fie! Don't 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 !
5Tis but in vain,— - I mean not to upbraid you, boys, — •>
JTis but in vain
For foldiers to complain,
Should next campaign Send us to him who made us, boys?
We're free from pain !
But, if we remain, A bottle and kind landlady
Cure all again.
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SONG LXXX.
THE CONTENTED MAN.
149
The man that's contented is void of all care,
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■'6T
Tol de rol-tol de rol tol de rol la dy, He far b- ■m- N
ver tops the foul fiave-ry of fear, Tol de vol tol
de rol tol de rol la dy. A mind that's ferene, and a body in health, gives a man all the pleafure
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teur of w
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and grandeur of wealth. Tol de rol la dy, Tolde
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rol la dy, Tol de rol tol de rol tol de rol la dy
Niij
I50 THE MUSICAL
Laft day I went out with a heart full of joy*
Tol de rol, &c . Which nothing but vice or fharp pain could annoy ;
Tol de rol, &c. The firft that I met was a mifer, whofe gloom Shew'd a foul that was muddy, and ftraiten'd in room.
Tol d6 rol, &c*
In Britain's fair iffand there's none to be feen
Tol de rol, mc. Of more fullen, felfifh, and fordid a mein ;
Tol de rol, &c. Regardlefs of honour, a flave to his gold, Defpis'd of the young, and contemn'd of the old,
Tol de rol, £sV.
The next that I met wa3 a profligate afs, Tol de rol, &V. Whofe brains were of cork, and his forehead of brafs |.
Tol de rol, £sV. By game he was galloping thro' his eftate, And mis'ry attended his fad finking fate.
O place me, kind heav'n ! in what flation you pleafe> Tol de rol, £sV. So my body's in health, and my foul be at eafe ;
Tol de rol, &c. By command of myfelf, independent and free,, Contentment mall ftill be a pleafure to me. i. Tol de rol, &c. .
O rather in a cottage may I be fed
Tol de rol, &c, With roots the mofl common, and coarfeft brown: breads
Tol de rol, &c. Than to riot with luxury, fopp'ry, and vice, They're the lofs of contentment, too precious a pri-e>,
Tol de rol, Sec*
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Let rakes ramble after their harlots and wine,
Tol de rol, &c. 'Till with poxes and palfies their carcafes dwine ;
To! de rol, &c. Grow old while they're young, and have wafted their ftore, While the vot'ries of Virtue are blithe at fourfcore.
Tol de rol, &c.
The thun3er may roar, and the hurricanes make
Tol de rol, &c. The ocean to boil, and the forefts to fhake ;
Tol de rol, &c. The light'ning may flam, and the rocks may be rent, But nothing can ruffle the mind that's c©ntent.
This world's well freighted with wonders in ftore?
Tol de rol, Sec. And we're fent into it to think and explore ;
Tol de rol, &c. And when the due fummons mall call us away, Ho more's to be faid, but contented obey*
Tol de rol, &..c.
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TW& MUSICAL
"SONG LXXXI.
"THE LAND 0*F DELIGHT.
As you mean to fet fail for the land of de-
light, And in wedlock's fo ft hammock to fwing ev'ry
HEfe
S^^iii
night; If you hope that your voyage fuc-cefs>ful
mou'd prove, Fill your fails with affection, your ca-
bins with love. If you hope that your voyage
a^^s
fuccefsful fhou'd prove, fill your fails with affec=
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tion, your cabins with love. Fill your fails with
affection, your ca- bins with love.
Let your heart, like the main-mall, be ever upright, And the union you boaft, like our takle, be tight ; Of the fhoals of indiff'rence be fure to keep clear, And the quickfands of jealoufy never come near.
But if vapours and whims, like fea-ficknefs, prevail, You mull fpread all your canvas, and catch the frefh gale, For, if brifk blows the wind, and there comes a rough
fea, You inuft lower your top-fail, and feud under lee.
If hufbands e'er hope to live peaceable lives,
They muft reckon themfelves, give the helm to their
wives ; For the fmoother we fail, boys, we're fafeft from harm, And on fhipboard the head is flill rul'd by the hdm.
Then lift to your pilot, my boys, and be wife ; If my precepts you fcorn, and my maxims defpife, A brace of proud antlers your brows may adorn, And a hundred to one, but you double Cape Horn.
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THE MUSICAL
SONG LXXX1L
THE LITTLE MAN AND MAID.
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There-was a little man, and he wco'iT a little
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maid. And he faid, little maid, willyou wed, wed wed.
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I have little more to fay, than will you, aye or
it
nay, For little faid is foon - eft mended- ed,
The little maid reply'd, Little Sir, you've little faid,.
To induce a little maiden to wed; You rnuft fay a little more, and produce a little ftore,.
'Ere I to the church will be led.
The little man reply'd, If you'll be my little bride,
I will raife my little note a little higher : Tho' I've little for to prate, yet my little heart is great, i
By the little god of love I'm en fire.
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55
TI;e little maid reply'd, If J be your little bride,
Pray, wh it . ould you give me to eat? Would the flams that you're fo rich in, put a fire into the kitchen.
Or the little god. of love ftir the fpit-?
The little man reply'd, and fome fay a little cry'd, For his little heart was fill'd with forrow,
With the little that I have I will be your little (lave, And the reit, my little dear, we will borrow.
Thus did the little gent, make the little maid relent,
For her little heart began for to beat ; 'Tho' his offers were but final!, file accepted of them ail,
Now {he- thanks her little itars for her fate.
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THE MUSICAL
SONG LXXXIIL
DONNEL AND FLORA,
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131
When merry hearts were gay, Carelefs of ought
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her bofom bare, And thus to the troubled air
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fhe vented her for-row.
" Loud howls the northern blaft, «' Bleak is the dreary waile ; — " Hafte, then, O Donnel, hafte,
" Hafte to thy Flora. u Twice twelve long months are o'er, H Since in a foreign more, «• You promis'd to fight no more,
(i But meet me in Mora.
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" Where now is Donnel dear? " Maids cry with taunting fneer, " Say, is he ftill fincere
" To his lov'd Flora. «' Parents upbraid my moan; *l Each heart is turn'd to ftone — > " Ah Flora ! thou'rt now alone>
" Friendlefs in Mora.
" Come then, O come away, " Donnel no longer Hay; tl Where can my rover ftray
" From his dear Flora, . *'« Ah fure he ne'er could be " Falfe to his vows and me. *< O heav'n, is not yonder he
" Bounding in Mora."
" Never, O wretched fair," ( Sigh'd the fad mefTenger ) " Never mail Donnel mair
" Meet his lov'd Flora. " Cold, cold beyond the main " Donnel thy love lies flain ; ** He fent me to foothe thy pain
(t Weeping in Mora.
" Well fought our gallant men, '« Headed by brave Burgoyne ; " Our heroes were thrice led on
" To Britifh glory. " But ah! tho* our foes did flee* " Sad was the lofs to thee, " While ev'ry frefh victory
" Drown'd us in forrow."
" Here, take this trufty blade," (Donnel expiring faid) *' Give it to yon dear maid " Weeping in Mora ; O
I58 THE MUSICAL
« Tell her, O Allan tell, " Donnel thus bravely fell, " And that in his fea farewell,
" He thought on his Flora."
Mute flood the trembling fair, Speechlefs with wild defpair, Then ilriking her bofom bare,
Sigh'd out poor Flora, " Oh Donnel! O welladay!" Was all the fond heart could fay : At length the found died awajf,
Feebly in Mora.
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SONG LXXXIV.
MY JO JANET.
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O fweet Sir, for your courtefie, When you come
by the Bafs, then, And for the love ye hear to me,
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buy me a keeking' glafs, then- Keek into the
draw- well, Janet, Janet, And there ye'll fee your
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bonny fell, My jo Janet.
Keeking in tfce draw-well clear, What if I fhou'd fa' in, Sir ? Syne a' my kin will fay and fwear,
I drown'd myfel for fin, Sir. Had the better be the brae,
Janet, Janet ; Had the better be the brae, My jo Janet.
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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 ; Ae pair may gain ye ha'f a year, My jo Janet.
But what if dancing on the green,
And flapping like a mawkin, If they mould fee my clouted fheen, '. O' me they will ke taukin. 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, My jo Janet.
My fpinning wheel is auld and ft iff,
The rock o't winna fiand, Sir, To keep the temper-pin in tiff,
Employs aft my hand, Sir. Make the befl b't that ye can,
Janet, Janet, But like it never wale a man,, My jo Janet.
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SONG LXXXV.
O GREEDY MIDAS.
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O greedy Midas, I've been told, that what
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you touch you turn to gold, that what you touch
rjgf— H- — r~^~w^~ --4-+- fat — r—
you turn to gold. O had I but a pow'r
ike thine, O had I but a pow'r like thine, I'd tu - -
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, I'd
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turn whate'er I touch to wine. I'd turn whate'er
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touch to wine.
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I 62 THE MUSICAL
Each purling ftream fhou'd feel my force, Each fifh my fatal power mourn,
Each fifli, &c. And wond'ring at the mighty change,
And wond'ring, &c. Shou'd in their native regions burn,
Shou'd in, &c.
Nor fhou'd there any dare t' approach Unto my mantling fparkling fhrine,
Unto my, &c. But firft fhou'd pay their votes to me3
But firft, Zffc. And ftile me only god of wine.
And ftyle, &V,
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SONG LXXVIII. TWINE WEEL THE PLAIDEN.
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O I hae loft my filken fnoodjthat tied my
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hair fo yellow, I've gi'en my heart to the
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lad I lood, he was a gal-lant fel - low.
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And twine it weel my bonny dow, and twine
I
glBgfe
it weel the plaiden, the laffie loft her filken
Mrfr^tel
fnood, in pu'ing of the bracken.
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THE MUSICAL
He prais'd my e'en fae bonny blue,
Sae lilly white my fkin, O, And fyne be prte'd my bonny mou%
And fwore it was nae fin, O. And twme it weel, my bonny dovv,
And twine it weel the plaidenj The laffie loft her filken fnood,
In pu'ing of the bracken.
But he has left the lafs he loo'd,
His am true love forfaken, Which gars me fair to greet the fnood,
I loft among the bracken. And twine it weel, ray bonny dow,
And twine it weel the pi a i den ; The laffie loft her filken fnood,
In pu'ing of the bracken.
SONG LXXXVII.
COME ROUSE BROTHER SPORTSMEN.
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Come roufe brother fportfmen, the hunters
IllfgiliSS
We've got a flrongfcent,anda favouring iky, we've
got a flrongfcent we've got a ftrongfeent we've got
a ftrong fcent and a fa-vouring fky. The horns
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fprightly notes and the lark's early fong will chide
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the dull fportfmen for fleep- ing fo long, will
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will chide the dull fportfmen for fleeping fo long,
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will chide the dull fportfmen for fleeping fo long*.
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THE MUSICAL
Bright Phoebus has {hewn us the glimpfe of his face, Feep'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 muft 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 brum nimbly follows briik Chanter aud 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 up our glaffes, and toaft to the King, From a bumper frefh loyalty ever will.fpring, To George peace and plenty may heaveii drfpenfe, And fox hunters flourifh a thoufand years hence.
SONG LXXXVIII.
THE OLD WOMAN'S SONG.
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Old women we are, and as. wife in the chair, and
as. fit for the quorum as men. We can fcold
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on the bench, and ex- a -mine a wench, and
lifelpS^|ig|
like them, and like them, andlikethemcanbe wron<v
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now and then, now and then, now and then, andlike k Chorus.
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them can be wrong now and then. For look the world thro* and you'll find, nine in ten, Old wo - men can
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do, Old wo - men can do, Old wo-men can 0 ^T"
Sippfci
do, as much as old men,
l68 THE MUSICAL
We can hear a fad cafe, with a no-meaning face, And tho' fhallow, yet feem to be deep ;
Leave all to the clerk, and when matters grow dark? Their worfhips had better go fleep. For look, &c»
When our wifdom is ta(k'd, and hard queftions are afk'd, We anfwer them beft with a fnore ; We can mump a titbit, and can joke without wit, And what can their worfhips do more. For look, £sV,
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SONG LXXXIX.
WHEN MY WIFE IS LAID IN GROUND.
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O what pleafures will abound, When my wife
is laid in ground. Let earth cover her, we'll
dance over her, when my wife is „laid
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ground.
Oh how happy mould I be,
Wou'd little Nyfa pig with me ;
How I'd mumble-her, touze and tumble her,
Wou'd little Nyfa pig with me.
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SONG XC.
THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The law-land lads think they are fi
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O they're vain and i - dly gawdy : How much
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un-like th?t graceful rnein, And manly looLs
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Highland laddie, My hand fame fmiling Highland
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•<( laddie, may heaven ft ill guard, And love reward, the law-
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land lafs and her Highland laddie.
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If I were free at will to chufe
To be the wealthieil lawland lady,
I'd take young Donald without trews, With bonnet blew, and belted plaidy. O my bonny, &c.
The braweft beau in burrow's-town, In a* his airs,, with art made ready,
Compar'd to him, he's but a clown ; He's finer far m's belted plaidy, O my bonny, £fjY.
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O'er benty hills with htm I'll run,
And leave my lawland kin and daddy ;
Frae winter's cauld, and fummer's fun,
He'll fcreen me with his Highland plaidy, O my bonny, &e.
A painted room, and filken bed,
May pleafe a lawland laird and lady j
But I can kifs, and be as glad,
Behind a bufti in's Highland plaidy. O my bonny, &c.
Few compliments between us pafs, 1 ca' him my dear Highland laddie,
And he ca's me his lawland lafs,
Syne rows me in beneath his plaidy. O my bonny, &c*~
Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,
Than that his love prove true and fteady,
Like mine to him, which ne'er (hall end,
While heaven preferves my Highland laddie* O my bonny, &c.
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SONG XCI.
WHY HEAVES.
Why heaves my fond bo-fom! Ah! what can
:fc:r
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~i-
it mean : Why flut - ters my heart which was
iSplpiig
once fo fe - rene; Why^ this figh-ing and
trembling, when Daphne is near ; Or why when
Ihe's ab - fent, this for-row and fear; Or
liiflilir
wby when flic's abfent, this for-row and fear.
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174 THE MUSICAL
For ever, methinks, I with wonder could trace. The thoufand foft charms that embellifh thy face ; Each moment I view thee, new beauties I find, With thy face I am charm'd, but enflav'd by thy mind.
Untainted with folly, unfullied by pride, There native good humour, and virtue refide ; Pray heaven that virtue thy foul may fupply With compamon for him who without thee mull die*
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SONG XCII.
SINCE YOU MEAN TO HIRE.
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HS^Ei;
Since you mean to hire for fervicc, come with me,
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you jol-ly dog. You can help to bring home har-
mm¥mm
veil, You can help to bring home harveft, 'tend the
E^H^pjjgl
fheep, and feed the hog. Farra diddle dol, Farra
i^f^B
^feg|g%
diddle dol, tol ti di tol di ti di tol dol doL
With three crowns, your (landing wages,
You (hall daintily be fed ; Bacon, beans, falt-beef, and cabbage,
Butter, milk, and oaten bread. Farra diddle, Csfc.
176 THE MUSICAL
Come, ilrike hands, you'll live m clover, When we get ypu once at home ;
And when daily labour's over,
We'll all dance to your ftrum ftrura, Farra diddle, We.
Done, itrike hands, I take your offer?
Farther on I may fare worfe ; Zooks, I can no longer fufFer • Hungry guts an^ empty purfe. Farra diddle, £sV.
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SONG CXIII.
BY THE GAILY.
?ll^lS=ll^fe
By the gaily circling glafs, We can fee how rai-
s^z:
t
nutespafs. By the hollow calk we're told How the wa-
nipiiiigiiii
ning night grows old, How the waning night grows
old. Soon, too foon, the bu - fy day drives us
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By the filence of the owl,
By the chirping on the thorn, By the butts that empty roll,
We foretel the approach of morn. Pill, then, fill the vacant glafs,
Let no precious moment flip ; Flout the moralizing afs,
Joys find entrance at the lip.
SONG CXIV. HIGHLAND MARCH.
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No intemperate tables our finews unbrace ; Nor French faith nor French fopery, our country dif-
grace : Still the hoarfe founding pipe breaths the true martial
drain, And our hearts ft ill the true Scottifh valour retain. 'Twas with anguilh and woe, that, of late, we beheld Rebel forces rum down from the hills to the field ;
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For our hearts are devoted to George and the laws \ And we'll fight, like true Britons, in liberty's caufe.
But ft ill, at a diftance from Briton's lov'd more, May her foes, in confufion, her mercy implore ! May her coafts ne'er with foreign invafions be fpread, Nor detefted rebellion again raife it's head! May the fury of party and faction long ceafe ! May our councils be wife, and our commerce increafe! And, in Scotia's cold climate, may each of us find, That our friends fliJl prove true, and our beauties prove kind.
SONG XCV.
To the foregoing Tune.
IN the garb of old Gaul, wV the fire of old Rome, From the heath- cover'd mountains of Scotia we come, Where the Romans endeavour'd our country to gain, But our anceftors fought, and they fought not in vain. Such our love of liberty, our country, and our laws, That, like our anceftors of old, we Hand by freedom's
caufe ; We'll bravely fight, like heroes bold, for honour and
applaufe, And defy the French, with all their art, to alter our laws.
No effeminate cuftoms our fmews unbrace, No luxurious tables enervate our race; Our loud- founding pipe bears the true martial ftrain, So do we the old Seottifh valour retain. Such our love, &c.
We're tall as "the oak on the mount of the vale, Are fwift as the roe which the hind doth affail : As the full moon in autumn our fhields do appear, Minerva would dread to encounter our fpear. Such our love, &r.
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As a ftor'm in ihe ocean when Boreas blows, So are we enrag'd when we rufh on our foes ; We fons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks, Dafh the force of our foes with our thundering ftrokes. Such our love, £sV.
Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France, In their troops fondly boafted, till we did advance ; But when our claymores they faw us produce, Their courage did fail, and they fu'd for a truce. Such our love, &c.
In our realm may the fury of faction long ceafe, May our councils be wife, and our commerce increafe, And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find, That our friends ftill prove true, and our beauties prove
kind ; Then we'll defend our liberty, our country, and our laws, And teach our late pofterity to fight in freedom's caufe, That they, like our anceftors bold, for honour and ap-
plaufe, May defy the French and Spaniards to alter our laws.
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SONG CXVI. CORN-RIGS.
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fize, He's ftately in his wa'king, the
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Lad night I met him on a bawk,
Where yellow corn was growing, There mony a kindly word he fpake,
That fet my heart a glowing. He kifs'd, and vow'd he wad be mine.
And loo'd me bell of ony ; That gars me like to fing finfyne,
O corn -rigs are bonny I
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Let maidens of a filly mind
Refufe what maift they're wanting5 Since we for yielding were defign'd,
We chaftely mould be granting : Then I'll comply, and marry Pate,
And fyrie my cockernony He's free to touzle, air or late,
Where corn-rigs are bonny.
SONG XGVII.
To the foregoing Tune.
LORD, what czre I for mam or dad ? Why let them fcold and bellow ; For while I live I'll love my lad, He's fuch a charming fellow. The lail fair day, on yonder green, The youth he dane'd fo well, O, So fpruce a lad was never feen, As my fweet charming fellow.
The fair was over, night was come,
The lad was fomewhat mellow ; Says he, my dear. I'll fee you home,
I thank'd the charming fellow. You rogue, fays I, you've ftopp'd my breathy
Ye bells ring out my knell, O, Again I'd die fo fweet a death,
With fuch a charming fellow.
We trudg'd along, the moon flioae bright,
Says he, my fweeteft NeU, O, I'll kifs you here by this good light,
Lord, what a charming fellow ! You rogue, fays I, you've ftopp'd my breathy
Ye bells ring out my knell, O ; Again I'd die fo fweet a death,
With fuch a charming fellow.
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SONG XCVIIL
SWEET ANNIE.
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I met our wealthy laird yeftreen, 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;
What tho* my Jocky's far away,
Toll up and down the anfome main,
I'll keep my heart anither day, "j Since Jockey may return again.
Nae mair, falfe Jamie, ling nae mair,-
And fairly aaft 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 | My heart to him mall true remain,
I'll keep it for my conftant jo.
Blaw faft, ye gales, round Jocky's head,
And gar your waves be calm and ftillj His hameward fail with breezes fpeed,
And dinna a5 my. pleafure fpill. What tho' my Jocky's far away,
Yet he will braw in filler fhioe ; I'll keep my heart anither day,
Since Jocky may again be mme>
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SONG CXIX.
WINTER.
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No more the lambs with gamefome bound.
Rejoice the gladen'd fight ; No more the gay enamell'd ground,
Or Sylvan fcenes delight. Thus lovely Nancy, much lov'd maid j
Thy early charms mitil fail, Thy rofe muft droop the lilly fade,
And winter foon prevail.
Again the lark, fweet bird of day,
May rife on active wing, Again the fportive herds may play,
And hail reviving fpring. But youth, my fair, fees no return,
The pleafmg bubble's o'er, In vain it's fleeting joys you mourn,
They fall to bloom no more.
Hade, then, dear girl, the time improve*
Which art can ne'er regain, In blifsful fcenes of mutual love,
With fome diftinguifh'd fwain, So (hall life's fpring, like jocund May?
Pafs fmiling and ferene, Thus fummer, autumn, glide away,
And winter foon prevail.
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SONG C.
A POX OF YOUR POTHER.
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Mankind are a medley, a chance medley race, All ftart in full cry to give dame Fortune chace ; There's catch as catch can, hit or mifs, luck's all, And luck's the beft tune of life's Tol lol de rol, &V.
When Beauty her pack of poor lovers would hamper, And after Mils Will- o'- the- wifp, the fools fcamper ; Ding-dong, in fing-fong, they the lady extol, Pray what's all this fufs for, but Tol lol de rol, &fr.
I've done, pleafe your wormip, 'tis rather too long, I only meant life is but an old fong ; The world's but a tragedy- comedy droll, Where all a& the fcece of Tol lol de rol, ttc.
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MY FOND SHEPHERDS.
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Shall the dance on the green be no more,
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Will the flocks from their paftures be led,
Muft the herds go wild ftraying abroad, Shall the looms be all ftopp'd in each fhed,
And the mips be all moor'd in each road, Muft the arts be all fcatter'd around,
And fhall commerce grow fick of it's tidc^ Muft religion expire on the ground,
And fhall virtue fink down by her fide.
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SONG CII. TAK YOUR AULD CLOAK ABOUT YE.
In winter when the rain rain'd cauld, and froft and fnaw on il - ka hill, And Boreas with his
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My Crummie is a ufeful cow,
And me is come of a good kyne ; Aft has me wet the bairns' mou',
And I am laith that (he mould tyne ; Get up, gudeman, it is fu' time,
The fun fhines in the lift fae hie ; Sloth never made a gracious end,
Go tak' your auld cloak about ye.
My cloak was anes a good grey cloak,
When it was fitting for my wear ; But now it's fcantly worth a groat,
For I have worn't this thirty year ; Let's fpend the gear that we have won,
We little ken the day we'll die ; Then I'll be proud, fince I have fworn
To have a new cloak about me.
In days when our King Robert rang,
His trews they coft but ha]f-a-crown ; He faid they were a groat o'er dear,
And ca'd the taylor thief and lown. He was the king that wore a crown,
And thou the man of laigh degree, 'Tis pride puts a' the country down,
Sae take thy auld cloak about ye.
Every land has it's ain laugh,
Ilk kind of corn it has it's hool, I think the warld is a' run wrang,
When ilka wife her man wad rule ; Do ye not fee Rob, Jock, and Hab,
As they are girded gallantly 1 While I lit hurklen in the afe,
I'll have a new cloak about me.
Gudeman, I wat 'tis thirty years • Sine? we did ane anither keif; And we have had between us twa Of lads and bonny lalfes ten :
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Now they are women grown and men, I wim and pray well may they be ;
And if you prove a good hufband, E'en tak' your auld cloak about ye.
Bell my wife, (lie lo'es nae ftrife ;
Bat me wad guide me, if (he can, And to maintain an eafy life,
I aft maun yield, tho' I'm gudeman Nought's to be won at woman's hand,
Unlefs ye give her a' the plea : Then I'll leave aiT where I began,
And tak my aald <:loak about me.
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SONG cm.
AH! CHLORIS.
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Than youth conceal'd in thine :
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But as your charms infenfibly To thefr perfection prefs'd ;
So love as unperceiv'd did fly, And center'd in my breaft.
My paffion with your beauty grew*
While Cupid at my heart, Still as his mother favour'd you,
Threw a new flaming dart. Each gloried in their wanton part 5
To make a lover, he Employ'd the utmeft of his art ;.
To make a beauty, fhe,
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SONG CIV.
Tune — The wealthy fool — Page 137,
THE filver moon that mines fo bright, I fwear, with reafon, is my teacher ; And if my minute-glafs runs right, We've time to drink another pitcher. 'Tis not yet day, 'tis not yet day,
Then why mould we forfake good liquor ? Until the fun-beams round us play, Let's jocund pum about the pitcher.
They fay that I muft work all day,
And fleep at night, to grow much richer ;
But what is all the world can fay,
Compar'd to mirth, my friend, and pitcher. 'Tis not yet day, &c.
Tho' one may boaft a handfome wife,
Yet ftrange vagaries may bewitch her 5. Unvex'd I live a cheerful life,
And boldly call for 'tother pitcher. 'Tis not yet day, &c.
I dearly love a hearty man, "^
(Nofneaking milk-fop Jemmy Twitcher)j
Who loves a lafs, and loves a glafs, And boldly calls for 'tother pitcher. Tis not yet day, &&,
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SONG CV. YE SLUGGARDS.
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pare. When Phoebus begins to enliven the morn, the
huntfman at-tend-ed by hounds, Rejoices and glows
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The courtier, the lawyer, the prieft have a view,
Nay ev'ry pvofeffion the fame, But fportfmen, ye mortals, no pleafures purfue,
But fuch as accrue from the game. While drunkards are pleas'd in the joys of the cup,
And turn into day ev'ry night, At the break of each morn the huntfman is up,
And bound* o'er the lawns with delight.
Then quickly, my lads, to the foreft repair,
G'er hills, dales, and valleys let's fly, For who can, ye gods, feel a moment of care,
When each joy will another fupply ? Thus each morning, each day, in raptures, we pafs,
And defire no comfort to fhare, But at night to refre/h with the bottle and glafs,
And feed on the fpoil of the hare.
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SONG CVI.
ALLY CROAKER,
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There lived a man in "Bale-no era - zy, who
wanted a wife to make him un - ea - fy, Long
e had iigh'd for dear Ally Croaker, And thus
the gentle youth be-fpoke her, Will you marry me,
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dear Al - ly Croaker, will you marry me, dear
Ally, Ally Croaker.
204 THE MUSICAL
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 you marry, &c*
He drank with the father, he talk'd with the mother, He rompt with the lifter, he gam'd with the brother; 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 fpending your money, whiill others are faving, Fortune's a jilt, the de'il may choke her, A jilt more inconftant than dear Ally Croaker, Oh! the inconftant Ally Croaker, Oh ! the inconftant Ally, Ally Croaker,
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SONG CVIL
BIDE YE YET.
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Gin I had a wee houfe, and a canty wee fire, a bon-ny wee wine to praife and admire, a
bonny we& yardie, a - iide a wee burn, fareweel
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When I gang afield, and come hame at e'en, I'll get my wi wine fu' neat and fu' clean, And a bonny wee bairnie upon hex- knee, That will cry Papa or Dady to me. And bide ye yet, &c.
And if there mould happen ever to be A difference a'tween my wi wifie and me, In hearty good humour, altho' fhe be teaz'd, I'll kifs her, and clap her, until me be pleas'd. And bide ye yet, &c.
SONG CVIII. WHEN LATE I WANDER'D.
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no longer wifli to roam, They centre all in
Sally, in
Sally, They centre all in
Sally.
Yet me, unkind one, damps my joy, And cries I court but to deftroy ;
Can love with ruin tally ? By thofe dear lips, thofe eyes, I fwear, I wou'd all deaths, all torments bear,
Rather than injure Sally.
Come then, O come, thou fweeter far. Than violets and rofes are,
Or lillies of the valley ; O follow love, and quit your fear, He'll guide you to thefe arms, my dear,
And make me bleft in Sally. .
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THE MUSICAL
SONG CIX.
RULE, BRITANNIA.
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The nations, (not fo bleft as thee) Muft, in their turns, to tyrants fall ; Mad, in their turns, to tyrants fall ; Whilft thou {halt flourifh— fhalt ftourifh great and free. The dread and envy of them all. Rule Britannia, &c.
Still more majeftic fhalt thou rife, More dreadful, from each foreign iiroke ; More dreadful, from each foreign flroke ; As the loud blaft that — loud bkft that tear the fkies, Serve but to root the native oak. Rule Britannia, iyc.
The haughty tyrants ne'er fhall tame. All their attempts to bend thee down, All their attempts to bend thee down, Will but aroufe thy — aroufe thy gen'rous flame. But work their woe, and thy renown-. Rule Britannia, &c.
To thee belongs the rural reign ;
cities mall with commerce mine, I . /- cities (hall with commerce mine ; And thine fhall be. the — mall be the iubjecl: main %' And ev'ry fhorejt circles, thine. Rule Britannia, &~c.
The Mufes flill with freedom found. Shall to thy happy coafls repair, Shall to thy happy coafts repair :
Bleflifle ! with matchlefs — -with matchlefsbeauty crown'dj. And manly hearts to guard the Fair. Rule Britannia! fcfo
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SONG CX.
To the foregoing Tune.
WHEN earth's foundation firft was laid, By the Almighty Ar tilt's hand, By the Almighty ArtifVs hand, 'Twas then our perfect — our perfect laws were made* Eitablim'd by his flri& command. _
Hail ! myfterious — hail ! glorious Mafonry, That makes us ever great and free.
As man throughout for fhelter fought, In vain from place to place did roam, In vain from place to place did roam, Until from heaven — from heaven he was taught To plan, to build, and fix his h©me. Hail ! mytienous, £jV.
From hence illuftrlous rofe our art, And now it's beauteous piles appear, And now it's beauteous piles appear, Which mail to endlefs — to endlefs time impart, How worthy and hew great we are. Hail ! myfterious, &c.
Nor we, lefs fam'd for ev'ry tye, By which the human thought is bound, By which the human thought is bound, Love, truth, and friendlhip— -and friendfhip focially^ Doth join our hearts and hands around. Hail ! myfterious, &'c.
« Our anions, ftill by virtue bleft, And to our precepts ever true, And to our precepts ever true, The world admiring,— admiring, mail requeft To learn, and our bright paths purfue.
Hail ! myllerioLis — hail ! glorious Mafomyj. That makes us great, and good, and free.
212 THE MUSICAL
SONG CXI.
NO BODY.
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No body's a name every body will own., When fonaething they ought to be afham'd of have done ; JTis a name well apply* d to old maids and young beaus, What they were intended for, no body knows. No, no body, &e.
If negligent fervants mould china-plate crack, The fault is (till laid on poor no body's back ; If accidents happen at home or abroad, When no. body's blam'd for it, is not that odd } No, no body, £sV.
No body can tell you the pranks that are play'd, When no body's by, betwixt mailer and maid : She gently crys out, Sir, they'll fome body hear us, He foftly replies, my dear, no body's near us. No, no body, &e.
But big with child proving, flic's quickly difcarded, When favours are granted, no body's rewarded ; And when ihe's examin'd, crys, mortals, forbid it, If I'm got with child, it was no body did it. No, no body, iffc.
When by Health the gallant the wanton wife leaves, The hufband affrighten'd, and thinks it is thieves ; He roufes himfelf, and crys loudly, Who's there ? The wife pats his cheek, and fays, no body, dear. No, no body, &c.
Enough now of no body, fure has been fung, Since no body's mention'd^ nor no body's wrong'd; I hope, for free fpeaking,'! may not be blam'd, Since no body's injur'd, nor no body's nam'd* No, no body, Sjfei
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. SONG CXU.
THE MAID IN BEDLAM.
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I know, my love lovea me.
Oh ! cruel were his parents, who fent my love to fea ; And crue), cruel, was the fhip, that bore my love from me, Yet I love his parents., fmce they're his, although they've ruin'd me.
For I love my love, £sV.
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O ! fhould it pleafe the pitying paw'rs, to call me to the iky, I'd claim, a guardian angel's charge around my love to fly, For to guard him from all dangers, how happy mould I be?
For I love my love, tffc.
I'll make a ftrawy garland, I'll make it wondrous fine, With rofes, lillies, dallies, I'll mix the eglantine : And I willprefent it to my love, when he returns from fea.
For I love my love, &c.
O if I were a little bird, to build upon his breaft ; Or if I were a nightingale, to fing my love to reil; To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward mould be. For I love my love, £sV.
O if I were an eagle, to foar into the fky, .I'd gaze around, with piercing eyes, where I my love
might fpy: But ah ! unhappy maiden, that love yo« ne'er (hall fee. Yet I love my love, SsV.
Whilft thus fhe fung, lamenting, her love was come on
more, He heard fhe was in Bedlam : then did he afk no more; But flraight he flew to find her, while thus replied he : I love my love, £sV.
O Sir, do not affright me : are you my love, or not ? Yes, yes, my dearefl Molly ; I fear'd I was forgot. But now I'm come to make amends for all your injury, And I love my love, &c.
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SONG CXIII.
GRAMACHREE MOLLY. To the foregoing Tune.
AS down on Banna's banks I ilray'd, one evening ; in May, , ' g
The little birds, in bly theft notes, made vocal ev'ry fpray: They fung their little notes of love ; they fung them o'er and o'er. Ah ! gramachree, mo challeenouge, mo Molly aftore.
The daily pied, and all the fweets the dawn of nature
yields ; The primrofe pale, the vi'let blue, lay fcatter'd o'er the
fields ; Such fragrance in the bofom lies, of her whom I adore. Ah ! gramachree, &c.
I laid me down upon a bank, bewailing my fad fate, That doom'd me thus the {lave of leve, and cruel Mol- ly's hate.
How^ can fhe break the honeft heart, that wears her in j it's core i
Ah ! gramachree, &c.
Ycu fa'd you lov'd me, Molly dear; ah ! why did I be- %
lieve ? Yea, who could think fuch tender words were meant but
to deceive ? That love was all I afk'd on earth ; nay heav'n could
give no more.
Ah ! gramachree, &c.
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Oh! had I all the flocks that graze on yonder yellow hill, Or low'd for me the num'rous herds, that yon green
paftures fill, With her I love I'd gladly fhare my kine and fleecy ftore, Ah ! gramachree, &c.
Two turtle doves, above my head, fat courting on a
bough, I envy'd them their happinefs to fee them bill and coo ; Such fondnefs once for me (he fhew'd, but now, alas !
'tis o'er,
Ah! gramachree, &c.
Then, fare thee well, my Molly dear ? thy lofs I ft ill
(hall moan, Whilft life remains in Strephon's heart, 'twill beat for
thee alone. Tlio' thou art falfe, mayheav'n on thee it's choiceft blef-
lings pour !
Ah ! gramachree, £f?V.
SONG CXIV.
To the foregoing Tune.
HAD laheart for falfehood fram'd, I ne'er could in- jure you ; For tho' your tongue no promife claim'd, your charms
wou'd make me true, To you no foul fhall bear deceit, no flranger offer wrong; But friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and lovers in the young.
But when they learn that you have blefs'd another with
your heart, They'll bid afpiring paffion reft, and ad a brother's part, Then, lady, dread not their deceit, no fear to fuffer wrong; For friends in all the ag'd you'll meet, and brothers in
the young.
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THE MUSICAL
SONG CXV. THE BOTTLE.
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