It was ne'er in So I tell you with courage, By Jove I'll be free. your pow'r yet to ruin me, The next was young Phillis, whom beauties adorn ; He gave them a curfe, and he said they were four : So thofe nymphs that are wife, Sir, and won't ruin'd be, With fpleen you despair of, yet cry, I'll be free. Although you make sport, Sir, of the marriage-state, Remember proud Strephon, it may be your fate; In the heat of When there's no other way, you'll be glad of a cage. And made an When trembling and pale, you approach the fair fhe, impreffion upon your vain heart, Αν BANKS OF FORTH. WAKE, my Love, with genial ray, Awake, the balmy zephyr blows, O more than blooming daifies fair! These pleasures wait on wafting spring; COM Tune,-Charles of Sweden. OME, jolly Bacchus, god of wine, Let none at cares of life repine, Fill up the mighty sparkling bowl, That ev'ry true and loyal foul Thus, mighty Bacchus, thou fhalt be That under thy protection we And as the hours glide away, We'll in thy name invoke their stay, And fing thy praises that we may Live and die with pleasure. D SONG XCVII. HIGHLAND L A D. Own by yon fhady grove, one day I chanc'd to rove, Beneath a myrtle fhade I fpy'd a lovely maid, On her spinnet fhe fweetly did play. To yield me more delight, this charming lady bright, Unhappy maid am I, that fure of love must die, I drew a little near, the better for to hear, My love has crofs'd the fea, alas! he's gone from me, His lovely air and mien may well deferve a queen, But yet I hope to fee my love before I die, Oh! my bonny bonny Highland lad. Ye fates that rule above, preferve the man I love, If in battle he is flain, all pleasure I'll difdain, I'll rove quite diftracted and mad; There's none to cafe my care, the lofs I cannot bear First when my love I'd feen one day in Aberdeen, He was proper, straight and tall, the comliest of them I all, He's my only joy and delight; near unto him drew, his bonnet it was blue, He was drefs'd in his tartans and plaid; A captive I became, and think it is no fhame, Oh! if I knew but where to find my dearest dear, To fea I would repair, dress'd in man's attire, To find out the youth I adore. Thro' lonely woods I'll stray, and flow'ry meadows gay, And never will return, but always figh and mourn SONG XCVIII. THE CHOICE OF A WIFE. N city, town, and village, my fancy oft hath rov'd, A Phillis and a Chloe I ev'ry where have lov'd; But, tired with variety, to marriage I'm inclin'd, Would fortune only grant me a partner to my mind. Then I'd go no more a roving, But, conftant as the dove, My time I'd pass, with such a lass, Then I'd go no more a roving. I care not for complexion, be fhe black, brown or fair, An animated form, where fenfe and sweetness move, I'd have a juft decorum in all her actions shine, It shall not be my study to court a leaden purse, To heighten my affection and double all my joy, This granted, I would freely my liberty refign, She fhould give me her heart and hand, and I would give her mine; A monarch on his throne then unenvy'd should be, For home would be a paradife with fuch a girl as fhe. Then I'd go no more a roving, &c. SIN SONG XCIX. THE CHOICE OF A HUSBAND. Same Tune. INCE honour has attended upon the marry'd state, date; If e'er the fates ordain it, that I should be a wife, partner Then I'd live no longer fingle, Could but my influence of my A conqueft gain o'er such a swain, Endu'd with manly sense Then I'd live no longer fingle. life. The fop, the beau, the fribble, could ne'er my fancy take,. Nor yet would I admire the rattle headed rake; H. |