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The fun was funk beneath the hill.

The sweet rofy morn peeps over the hills
The terrible law, when it faftens its paw.
The world is always jarring

There came a ghoft to Marg'ret's door
There gowans are gay, my joy

There was anes a May, and she loo'd na men
There were three lads in our town.

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Thirfis, a young and am'rous fwain.
Tho' cruel you seem to my pain
Thro' all the employments of life

Thus gamefters united in friendship are found.
'Tis wine that clears the understanding
'Tis woman that feduces all mankind
To Fanny fair could I impart
Transported with pleasure

'Twas at the shining mid-day hour
'Twas when the seas were roaring

Upbraid me not, capricious fair

We all to conquering beauty bow
We have no idle prating

We'll drink, and we'll never have done, boys

Were I laid on Greenland's coast

What gudgeons are we men

What tho' they call me country-lafs

What woman cou'd do, I have try'd to be free
When bright Aurelia tript the plain

When betimes on the morn to the fields, &c.

When Chloe we ply

When Delia on the plain appears

When gay Philander fell a prize
When I was a young lad

When, lovely Phillis, thou art kind.
When my locks are grown hoary
When the bright god of day

When thy beauty appears

When you cenfure the age
Where oxen do low

While filently I lov'd nor dar'd
While the lover is thinking
Whilft I alone your foul poffefs'd
Whilft I fondly view the charmer
Whilst I gaze on Chloe trembling
Whoe'er beholds my Helen's face
Why fo pale and wan, fond lover
Why fhou'd a foolish marriage-vow
Why we love, and why we hate
Why will Florella, when I gaze
Willy's rare, and Willy's fair

With ev'ry grace young Strephon chose
Would fate to me Belinda give

Would you have a young virgin of fifteen years
Wou'd you chufe a wife

Virgins are like the fair flower in its luftre
Virgins, if e'er at last it prove

Ye beaux of pleasure

Ye Highlands, and ye Lawlands
Ye nymphs and filvan gods

Ye powers that o'er mankind preside

Ye virgin powers, defend my heart
Yes, all the world will fure agree
Yes I could love, if I could find

You may cease to complain

You meaner beauties of the night

You that love mirth, attend to my fong

Young Corydon and Phillis

Young Roger came tapping
Young Roger of the mill

Youth's the season made for joys

Young virgins love pleasure

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When we behold her angel face,
Or when he fings with heavenly grace,
In what we hear and what we fee,
How ravishing's the harmony!
No charms like Celia's voice furprife,
Except the mufic of her eyes.

LANSDOWN.

VOLUME III.

SONG I.

A NYMPH of the plain,

By a jolly young swain,

By a jolly young swain,

Was addrefs'd to be kind :

But relentless I find

To his prayers she appear'd,

Tho' himself he endear'd,

In a manner so soft, so engaging and sweet,
As foon might persuade her his paffion to meet.

How much he ador'd her,
How oft he implor'd her,
How oft he implor'd her,

I cannot express;

But he lov'd to excess,

And swore he would die,

If she would not comply,

In a manner so soft, so engaging and sweet,
As foon might persuade her his passion to meet.

While blushes like roses,
Which nature compofes,
Which nature composes,
Vermilion'd her face,

With an ardor and grace,
Which her lover improv'd,

When he found he had mov❜d,

In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and sweet,
As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet.

When wak'd from the joy,

Which their fouls did employ,
Which their fouls did employ,
From her ruby warm lips,
Thousand odours he sips,
At the fight of her eyes,
He faints and he dies,

In a manner so soft, so engaging and sweet,
As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet.

But how they shall part,

Now becomes all the smart,
Now becomes all the smart,
Till he vow'd to his fair,
That to ease his own care,
He would meet her again,
And till then be in pain,

In a manner so soft, so engaging and sweet,

As foon might persuade her his passion to meet.

SEND

SONG II.

END home my long stray'd eyes to me, Which ah! too long have dwelt on thee; But if from thee they've learn'd fuch ill,

To sweetly smile,

And then beguile,

Keep the deceivers, keep them still.

Send home my harmless heart again,
Which no unworthy thought could stain ;
But if it has been taught by thine,
To forfeit both,

Its word and oath,

Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.

Yet fend me home my heart and eyes,
That I may fee and know thy lies,
And laugh one day perhaps when thou
Shalt grieve for one

Thy love will scorn,

And prove as falfe as thou art now.

SONG III.

WHILST I fondly view the charmer,

Thus the god of love I fue,

Gentle Cupid, pray difarm her,
Cupid, if you love me do :
Of a thousand sweets bereave her,
Rob her neck, her lips, her eyes,
The remainder ftill will leave her
Power enough to tyrannize.