TO MARY. WINTRY blasts nae langer bla'; Nature shews ilk pleasin' grace: Now, Mary, quit thy cot sae dear, And love, true love, shall be our theme, As pleas'd we mark the changin' year, Where wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream. Linnets court on ilka bush; Lavrocks soar abuin the lea; Loudest o' the lave, the thrush, Cheers his mate frae tree to tree: O'er hill and moor, in mead or bow'r, Ilk joy's to mak fond love a theme; Like them, we'll pass the e'enin' hour, Where wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream. Blest wi' thee, nought mair I'll prize; Suin will hasten life's decline, Dead'nin' a' our earthly joys; -Say, to-morrow thou'lt be mine! I swear by that consentin' smile, To think o' this delightfu' theme! Here beats a heart shall ne'er know guile, While wild woods wave o'er Eden's stream!" CRAZY KATE. Set to Music by Mr. Hook, and sung by Mr. Incledon, at Covent-Garden Theatre. AH! who is she whose tresses wild, In infancy, her father died: And she, her mother's only pride, Was forc'd (hard fate!) at plenty's door But soon, ah! soon an orphan left; Alas! that on life's thorny way, THE CASTLE BUILDER. TUNE, By the Author. "I'LL build a high house, on this hill, says old Grub, Where house never stood before; A man like Goliah shall stand at my gate, With a bang! Wise men agree that the rabble are better of a good sound beating, and all that. Yes! the beggars he'll keep from my door! My eldest son, Tom, shall prime minister be; My daughter shall give to Lord Simple her hand; Worth a plum! First man on change! Safe! Snug in the last loan! A speculator in hops, cotton, and all that! Yes! I'm rich, and must therefore succeed! "I'll level yon mountain, and dig a large lake, Then fill it with all the choice fish of the sea, Charming sport! Catching salmon, sprats, trout, turbot, mackerel, and minnow; under rocks, woods, cascades, and all that! While I smoke in my punt, by the side! "Yon cottages, too, must be all clear'd away, And so shall the old thatch'd mill; The alms-house I'll soon to a dog-kennel turn; poor may e'en go where they will, What care I! The Must have parks, deer, meads, flocks, groves, and all that! Yes! the poor may e'en starve where they will! "On the right of my house, a church like St. Paul's, On the left, a castle I'll plan; That the gentles may say, as they travel that way, See the works of a marvellous man! Blest retreat! River stealing away unheard, and scarce seen! Gardens laid out in old Dutch style! Trees cropped; pleasure box in front; Apollos, Dragons, Cupids, Mermaids, and all that! These are works of a marvellous man! "Then the neighbours around I'll frighten with law, Till all near me, worth having, is mine; |