Love, like the wind, is often changing, Leave, neighbours, your work,and to sport and to play, 44 Let the grave and the gay enjoy life how they may, 75 Let the tempeft of war be heard from afar, Lord, what care I for mam or dad! Lovely nymph affuage my anguish, Lovely Damon, when thou'rt near me, Love's the tyrant of the heart, 275 My laddie is gone far away o'er the plain, My dog and my mistress are both of a kind, My name is Argyle, you may think it strange, Maidens let your lovers languish, 18 54 Now pleasure unbounded refounds o'er the plains, 109 142 204 230 No longer let whimsical fongfters compare, Now's the time for mirth and glee, O. Page One midfummer morning when nature look'd gay, 9 On Tay's fair banks you've often said, One kind kifs before we part, Our cares are all banish'd, our fears are all o'er, 23 31 32 61 76 98 116 176 191 198 ib O, bonny lafs, will you lie in a barrack, 217 221 235 On a bank's flow'ry verge, befide a clear brook, Stern winter has left us, the trees are in bloom, Since honour has attended upon the marry'd state, Sophia is bright as the morn, 182 Since artists who fue for the trophies of fame, 222 Soft pleafing pains, unknown before, Since they trac'd me alone with a swain to the grove, 254 Since glory calls, I muft away, 274 250 T. 'Twas fummer, and softly the breezes were blowing, I The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, Page 4 13 The dusky night rides down the sky, 14 ib 17 Thou rifing fun, whofe gladsome rays, 21 Tell me lovely fhepherd where, 26 'Twas at midfummer's tide, no matter the day, 28 The lily and the blushing rofe, 29 To eafe his heart and own his flame, 33 To fing of the nymph and her cot, 34 The fun from the east tips the mountains with gold, 37 'Twas in that season of the year, 'Tis a maxim I hold, while I live to purfue, 56 ib. The spring time returns and clothes the green plains, 60 my drefs and my manners, There lives a fhepherd in the vale, The women all tell me I'm falfe to my lass, 86 89 93 97 103 120 That Jenny's my friend, my delight, and my pride, 140 The nypmh that I lov❜d, 143 The pride of all nature was sweet Willy O, 147 The ploughman he's a bonny lad, To fing you a fong, firs, it is my intention, The topfail fhivers in the wind, The taylor came to clout the claife, The fmiling 148 155 156 160 161 163 164 182 186 188 196 207 There was a jolly miller once, Page 209 213 215 218 There was a wife win'd in the glen, 244 The fummer it was fmiling, all nature round was gay 248 Three lads contended for my heart, 250 To be merry and wife is a proverb of old, 251 Truft not man, for he'll deceive you, 262 There was a clever country girl, 272 255 The tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove, When the trees were all bare, not a leaf to be seen When first I beheld thee, I vow and proteft, Who has e'er been at Baldock must needs know the mill, Would you know how we meet o'er our jolly full bowls, Weep not, ye ftreams of filver Tay, Wert thou but mine ain thing, Why heaves my fond bofom, With the man that I love, When Jockey was bless'd with your love and your truth, 102 When Delia on the plain appears, When trees did bud, and fields were green, Woo'd and married and a', With tuneful pipe and merry glee, 104 107 112 123 When Jeffy fmil'd, her lovely look, When I was of a tender age When daifies py'd, and violets blew, When once the gods like us below, Wine, wine we allow the brisk fountain of mirth, When Britons firft, at Heav'n's command, Wine, wine in the morning, When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me, When first by fond Damon Flavilla was feen, Page 126 150 152 153 156 172 179 184 190 194 200 205 209 210 224 226 227 When Sol from the eaft has illumin'd the sphere, When the trees all their beautiful verdure renew, Y. Young Jockey is the blitheft lad, Young Colin protefts I'm his joy and delight, 262 264 265 266 271 12 15 Ye nymphs and ye fhepherds that join in the throng, 30 Ye mufes nine, O lend your aid, 54 Young Strephon I own is the joy of my heart, Ye belles and ye flirts, and ye pert little things, |