The charms of her mind he alone did commend, New charms he difcover'd, as more he was known, Now proud to be conquer'd, he fighs for the fair, Grows dull to all pleasure but being with her, He's mute, while his heart-ftrings are ready to break,. For the fear of offending forbids him to speak, And wanders a willing example to prove, That friendship with women is fifter to love. A lover thus conquer'd can ne'er give offence, Not a dupe to her fmiles, but a flave to her fense; His paffion, nor wrinkles, nor age can allay, Since founded on that which can never decay; And time, that will beauty's fhort empire remove, Increafing her reafon, increases his love. SONG CCXXXV. A FAVOURITE SONG. Tune,-Shepherds I have loft my love. ERE each morn and ev'ry eve, H1 In dewy ray returning, Shall fhare the forrows that I breathe, Echo catch the plaintive lay, To her heart discover, T How for her forlorn I stray, How well, how true I love her. If forbidden to renew The vows which once we plighted, My Lydia's fate I will pursue, In death, at least, united. The latest breath that warms this clay, How I figh my foul away, How dear, how well I love her. HE tither morn, TH When I forlorn, Aneath an aik fat moaning, I did na trow Lap o'er the rig, Did least expect His bonnet he A thought ajee Cock'd fprush when first he clasp'd me, And I, I wat, Wi' fainness grat While in his grips he press'd me. De'il tak' the war I late and air Ha'e wish'd fince Jock departed, Sz But now as glad I'm wi' my lad As fhortfyne broken hearted. Fu' aft at e'en, Wi' dancing keen, When a' were blithe and merry, I'fe ay be there, SONG CCXXXVII. HARK THE JOY INSPIRING HORN. Sung by Mifs Catley. ARK, hark the joy infpiring horn And echoes thro' the dale; With clam'rous peals the hills refound, Nor gates nor hedges can impede The jovial pack pursue ; Like light'ning darting o'er the plains, Her path the timid hare forfakes, When now the noise alarms her ear, Directed by the well known breeze, ITH a chearful old friend, and a merry old fong, And a tankard of porter, I could fit the night long, And laugh at the follies of thofe that repine, Tho' I must drink porter, while they can drink wine. I envy no mortal, be he ever fo great, Nor fcorn I the wretch for his lowly estate; Then let us, companions, be chearful and gay, SONG CCXXXIX. XX THERE HERE was a jolly miller once liv'd on the river He danc'd and he fang from morn to night, no lark fo blithe as he, And thus the burthen of his fong for ever us'd to be, I care for nobody, no not I, if nobody cares me. I live by my mill, God blefs her! fhe's kindred, child, and wife, I would not change my station for any other in life; When spring begins its merry career, oh! how his heart grows gay, No fummer's drought alarms his fears, nor winter's cold decay; No forefight mars the miller's joy, who's wont to fing and fay, Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day. Thus, like the miller, bold and free, let us rejoice and fing, The days of youth are made for glee, and time is on the wing; This fong fhall pafs from me to thee, along the jovial ring, Let heart and voice and all agree, to fay, long live the King. 040 CCXL. W SONG HEREVER I'm going, and all the day long, I find that my paffion's fo lively and strong, That your name, when I'm filent, ftill runs in my fong. Sing balin a mone ora, &c. A kifs of your fweet lips for me. Since the first time I faw you I take no repose, Your pretty black hair for me. |