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Page Young Jockey he courted sweet Maggy so fair, 231 Ye dull thinking souls who by troubles are prest, 233 Ye watchful guardians of the fair,
238 Young Jockey blithe at early dawn,
249 Ye gentle winds that softly blow,
266 Young Damon long had lov'd, and long had woo'd, 274
INDEX to the Catches and Glees.
Aaron thus propos'd to Mofes,
282 Amidst the myrtles as I walk,
283 Arm, arm the generous Britons
ib. Come friends and companions let's take a full glass, 280 Come, my boys, let's joyful be,
284 Give the toast, my good fellow
282 Had she not care enough,
281 How merrily looks the man that hath gold,
ib. I love bustle, crouds, and rattle,
279 If you trust before you try,
283 Phillis, my fairest, how can you deny me,
281 Quoth Jack on a time to Tom, I'll declare it, 280 Since my Phillis hath fallen to my share,
279 See, my boys, the fuming bowl,
ib. The French are come, and Spaniards too,
280 To sheep-fhear my boys, pipe and tabour strike up, 283 The wise men were but seven,
284 When next shall we meet to be
281 When first I saw thee graceful move,
282 Which is the road to a place of good cheer,
ib. Where the murmuring river flows,
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The BANKS of the DEE. Tune, Langolee.
With additions by a Lady.
WAS Summer, and softly the breezes were blown
And sweetly the nightingale sung from the tree,
He's gone, helpless youth ! o'er the rude roaring billows ;
But time, and my prayers, may perhaps yet restore him; Bleft peace may restore my dear shepherd to me; And when he returns, with such care I'll watch o'er him, He never shall leave the sweet Banks of the Dee. The Dee then shall flow, all its beauties displaying ; The lambs on its banks shall again be seen playing ; While I, with my Jamie, am carelessly straying, And tasting again all the sweets of the Dee.
Thus sung the fair maid on the banks of the river, And sweetly re-echo'd each neighbouring tree; But now all these hopes must evanish for ever, Since Jamie shall ne'er see the Banks of the Dee. On a foreign shore the sweet youth lay dying, In a foreign grave his body's now lying ; While friends and acquaintance in Scotland are crying For Jamie the glory and pride of the Dee.
Mishap on the hand by which he was wounded; Mishap on the wars that call'd him away From a circle of friends by which he was surrounded, Who mourn for dear Jamie the tedious day. Oh! poor hapless maid, who mourns discontented The loss of a lover fo justly lamented ; By time, only time, can her grief be contented, And all her dull hours become chearful and
'Twas honour and bravery made him leave her mourn.
ing, From unjust rebellion his country to free; He left her, in hopes of his speedy returning To wander again on the banks of the Dee. For this he despised all dangers and perils ; 'Twas thus he espoused Britannia's quarrels, 'That when he came home he might crown her with
laurels, The happief maid on the Banks of the Dee.
But fate had determin’d his fall to be glorious, Though dreadful the thought must be unto me; He fell, like brave Wolfe, where the troops were victorious, Sure each tender heart must bewail the decree: Yet, though he is gone, the once faithful lover, And all our fine schemes of true happiness over, No doubt he implored his pity and favour For me he had left on the Banks of the Dee.
Tune, O bonny lass will you lie in a Barrack ?
I thought my dear Jamie had left me for ever ;
I straight ran to meet him, I threw my arms round him, Still charming, ftill kind, fill constant I found him, With ardor he press’d me, ah! who could oppose him ? While thus I reveal'd the warm wish of
fond arms for the found of a battle. For peace in a cottage, and pastoral pleasure, Where love trips with joy, in some frolicfome measure,
me, my Jamie, are far more enticing Than war's empty pomp which you've always been prizing.
My Jamie fmild sweetly, the linnets and thrushes, Who chanted their songs from the jessamine bushes, The groves and the plains were fo gay, so inviting, They made him forget his ambition for fighting,
He faid he would love me, and never would leave me, He gave me his hand that he ne'er would deceive me ; He swore he'd no more show his foes his resentment, But live with his Annie in Rural Contentment.
FRIENDSHIP. By Mr Pope.
HE world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit,
And friendship's a jewel we seldom can meet ;
How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend,
S O N G
OVE and Folly were at play,
Both too wanton to be wise, They fell out, and in the fray,
Folly put out Cupid's eyes.
Straight the criminal was tried,
And had his punishment aflign'd, Folly should to Love be tied,
And condemn'd to lead the blind.