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Page Love, like the wind, is often changing,

26 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,

95 Lord, what care I for mam or dad !

152 Lovely nymph assuage my anguish,

154 Lovely Damon, when thou'rt near me,

155 Let an empty fluttering fpirit,

202 Let me live remov'd from noise,

223 Let others Damon's praise rehearse,

225 Last Midsummer eve, as I pass'd thro' the grove, 242 Laft Valentine's day, when bright Phæbus fhone clear,

243 Love's the tyrant of the heart,

275 M. My laddie is



o'er the plain,
My dog and my mistress are both of a kind,
My name is Argyle, you may think it ftrange,
Merry may the maid be

63 Maidens let your lovers languish,

69 My sheep I neglected, I lost my sheep hook,

89 My love was once a bonny lad, My banks they are furnish'd with bees,

189 My Jeanie and I have toiled

193 My Colin leaves fair London town,

196 My Sandy is the sweetest swain,

233 My bonny sailor's won my mind,

241 My lasses, do you Jockey ken, the pride of Aberdeen,

252 My sweet pretty Mog, you're as soft as a bog, 263 My pride is to hold all mankind in

my chain, 275


38 58


No glory I covet, no riches I want,
No more my song shall be, ye

Now pleasure unbounded resounds o'er the plains,
No longer let whimsical songfters compare,
No flower that blows is like the rose,
Now's the time for mirth and glee,

18 54 109 142 204 230




Page One midsummer morning when nature look'd gay, 9 One morning very early, one morning in the spring, 19 O! the valiant Jockey,

23 On Tay's fair banks you've often said, O'er all the wide ocean the billows were rolling, 32 Oh, how could I venture to love one like thee, бI O Nelly, no longer thy Sandy now mourn, Once more I'll tune the vocal shell, O'er Scotia’s parched land the Naiads few,

116 One night as poor Colin lay mufing in bed,

176 O were I able to rehearse

191 One kind kiss before we part,

198 Our cares are all banish’d, our fears are all o'er, ib O, bonny lass, will you lie in a barrack,

217 On Etrick banks, in a summer's night, On Teese'sweet banks I fat with my Molly, 235 On a bank's flow'ry verge, beside a clear brook, O I hae loft my filken snood,





R. Rail no more ye learned affes,



S. Shepherds, I have lost my love,

8 Says Plato, why should man be vain,

50 Stern winter has left us, the trees are in bloom,

52 Since honour has attended upon the marry'd state, Shepherds would ye hope to please us,

96 See the conquering hero comes,

97 Since wedlock's in vogue,

108 Sure a lass in her bloom at the


of nineteen, 123 Sophia is bright as the morn,

182 Since artists who sue for the trophies of fame, Soft pleasing pains, unknown before,

250 Since they trac'd me alone with a swain to the grove, 254 Since glory calls, I must away,



T. 'Twas summer, and softly the breczes were blowing,

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Page The world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit,

4 The bird that hears her nestlings cry,

13 To fly, like a bird, from grove to grove,


ib The wanton god who pierces hearts, The dusky night rides down the sky,

17 Thou rising sun, whose gladsome rays,

21 Tell me lovely shepherd where,

26 'Twas at midsummer's tide, no matter the day, The lily and the blushing rose,

29 To ease his heart and own his flame,

33 To sing of the nymph and her cot,

34 The sun 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 pursue, The spring time returns and clothes the green plains, 60 There was a jolly beggar,

86 The last time I went to the fair,

89 The silver moon's enamour'd beams,

93 my dress and my manners,

97 There lives a fhepherd in the vale,

103 The women all tell me I'm false to my lass, 'Twixt pleasing hope and painful fear

126 Tho' women by proud men are scorn'd,

128 The sun was sleeping in the main,

131 'Tis nae very lang sinfyne,

136 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 To fing you a song, firs, it is my intention, 148 The echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, 155 Tho' winter may fright us and chill us with cold, 156 The topsail shivers in the wind,

160 There liv'd a wife in our gate end,

161 The ploughman he's a bonny lad,

163 The taylor came to clout the claise,

164 'Tis wine that chears the understanding,

182 The morning's freshness calls me forth

186 The smiling morn the breathing spring,

188 The fun just glancing thro' the trees,

196 The tither morn,



Page There was a jolly miller once,

209 To ease my heart, I own'd my flame,

213 'Twas summer, and the day was fair,

215 The last time I came o'er the muir,

218 The shepherd Adonis being weary'd with sport 223 To Handel's pleasing notes as Chloe fung,

229 The wandering sailor plows the main,

232 The lass of Patie's mill,

236 There was a wife win'd in the glen,

244 The summer it was smiling, all nature round was gay 248 Three lads contended for my heart,

250 To be merry and wise is a proverb of old,

251 Trust not man, for he'll deceive you,

262 There was a clever country girl,

272 The tuneful lav'rocks cheer the grove,




V. Vainly now ye strive to please me,

w. When bick'ring's hot,

5 When the trees were all bare, not a leaf to be seen

7 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame, 16 With my holiday gown, and my new fashion'd hat, 20 When Maggy first perch'd wi' love, When firkt I beheld thee, I vow and proteft, 24 Who has e'er been at Baldock must needs know the mill,

30 Would you know how we meet o'er our jolly full bowls,

34 Weep not, ye streams of filver Tay,

35 Wert thou but mine ain thing,

64 Why heaves my fond bofom,

90 With the man that I love,

94 When Jockey was bless'd with your love and your truth,

IOZ When Delia on the plain appears,

104 When trees did bud, and fields were green, 107 Woo'd and married and a',

112 With tuneful pipe and merry glee,



Page When Jelly fmild, her lovely look,

126 When I was of a tender age

150 When daisies py'd, and violets blew,

152 When once the gods like us below,

153 Wine, wine we allow the brik fountain of mirth, 156 While penfive on the lonely plain,

172 When Britons first, at Heav'n's command,

179 Waft, o Cupid! to Leander,

184 Wine, wine in the morning,

190 When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me, 194 What care I for your herrin' in sa't, When first by fond Damon Flavilla was seen, 205 With a chearful old friend and a merry old song, 209 Wherever I'm going, and all the day long,

210 What beauties does Flora disclose,

224 When Sol from the east has illumin'd the sphere, 226 When innocent pastimes our pleasures did crown, 227 When the heart is at ease, how chearful each scene, 252 While the bee flies from blossom to blossom, and fips, 258 When milking my cow in a fine colour'd vale, 262 When summer comes, the fwains on Tweed, 264 When first the east began to dawn,

265 When the trees all their beautiful verdure renew, 266 When fairies dance late in the grove,




Y. Young Jockey is the blitheft lad,

I 2 Young Colin protests I'm his joy and delight, 15 Ye nymphs and ye shepherds that join in the throng, 30 Ye muses nine, o lend


54 Young Strephon I own is the joy of my heart, 62 Ye mortals whom fancies and troubles perplex, 69 Ye fair who shine thro' Britain's isle,

71 Ye Sylvan powers that rule the plain,

91 Ye mortals whom forrow and trouble attend,

94 Ye shepherds who bleft in your love,

132 Ye belles and ye flirts, and ye pert little things, 144 You fing of your goodman frae hame, Ye sportsmen draw near, Ye fwains, when radiant beauty moves,




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