The lover he ga'e her the tither kifs,

Syne ran to her dady, and tell'd him this,
With a fal dal, &c.

Your doghter wad na fay me na,
But to your fel she has left it a',
As we cou'd gree between us twa;
Say what'll ye gi' me wi' her.
Now wooer, quo' he, I ha'e no mikle;
But fik's I ha'e ye's get a pikle.
With a fal dal, &c.

A kilnfu' of corn I'll gi'e to thee,
Three foums of fheep, twa good milky ky;
Ye's ha'e the wadding dinner free;

Troth I dow do na mair.

Content, quo' he, a bargain be't;

I'm far frae hame, make hafte, let's do't.

With a fal dal, &c.

The bridal day it came to pass,

Wi' mony a blythsome lad and lafs;
But ficken a day there never was,
Sic mirth was never seen.

This winfom couple straked hands;
Mefs Fobn ty'd up the marriage bands.
With a fal dal, &c.

And our bride's maidens were na few,
Wi' tap-knots, lug-knots a' in blew,
Frae tap to tae they were braw new,
And blinked bonnilie.

Their

Their toys and mutches were fae clean,

They glanced in our lad fes een,
• With a fal dal, &c.

Sic hirdum, dirdum, and fic din,
Wi' he o'er her, and the o'er him,
The minstrels they did never blin,
Wi' mikle mirth and glee.

And ay they bobit, and ay they beckt,
And ay their wames together met.
With a fal dal, &c.

LY, fly, ye happy fhepherds, fly;

FLY,

Avoid Philira's charms;

The rigour of her heart denies

The heav'n that's in her arms. Ne'er hope to gaze, and then retire; Nor yielding, to be bleft:

her eyes of fire, Of ice compos'd her breast.

Nature, who form'd e

Yet, lovely maid, this once believe
A flave, whofe zeal you move :
The gods, alas! your youth deceive,
The heav'n confifts in love.

In spite of all the thanks you owe,

You may reproach 'em this,

That where they did their form bestow,

They have deny'd their blifs.

Sung

Sung by Shepherds and Nymphs.

Skep. WELCOME to these lovely plains

The happy feats of blissful fwains.

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Nymph. Welcome to these blissful shades; The foft retreat of happy maids.

Shep. Here we feel no want, nor care,

And no inclemency of air;

And lovers never here defpair.

Sorrow ever from us flies,

Pleasure revels in our eyes.

If we pass an hour in courting,
'Tis for more delicious fporting;
Never cruel nymph denies.

Nym. If any thing like forrow's feen,
In our voice, or in our mien,

'Tis not grief that gives the anguish,
'Tis with pleasure that we languish;
And if ever nymph denies,
'Tis like one in love who's wife;
'Tis like one who wou'd invite

To more delicate delight,
'Tis with wishing, dying eyes.

Chorus

Chorus. All about us and above,

Gaiety and love infpires; All about us and above, Infuses tenderness and love, And wanton gay desires.

Shep. The jolly breeze,

That comes whistling thro' the trees,
From all the blissful region brings
Perfumes upon its spicy wings;
With its wanton motion curling
The crystal rills,

Which down the hills

Run o'er the golden gravel purling.

Nym. All around venereal turtles.
Cooing, billing, on the myrtles;

The more they fhew their am'rous trouble,
More fiercely dart their piercing kiffes,
And more eagerly redouble

The raptures of their murm'ring bliffes.

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H fie! what mean I, foolish maid,

In this remote and filent fhade,

To meet with you alone?

My heart does with the place combine,

And both are more your friends than mine:
Oh! I fhall be undone.

A favage beast I wou'd not fear;
Or, fhou'd I meet with villains here,
I to fome cave wou'd run ;

But, fuch inchanting arts you fhew,
I cannot strive, I cannot go :
Oh! I fhall be undone.

Ah! give thofe fweet temptations o'er,
I'll touch those dang'rous lips no more
What, muft we yet fool on?
Ah! now I yield: ah! now I fall:
And now I have no breath at all:
And now I'm quite undone.

I'll fee no more your tempting face,
Nor meet you in this dangerous place;
My fame's for ever gone.

But fame, to speak the truth, is vain,
And every yielding maid does gain,
By being fo undone.

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