IV.

The day it was fet, and the bridal to be,

The wife took a dwam, and lay down to die;

She main'd and she grain'd out of dolour and pain, Till he vow'd he never wad fee me again.

She main'd, &c.

V.

His kin was for ane of a higher degree,

Said, What had he to do with the like of me?

Albeit I was bonny, I was na for Johny;

And were na my heart light, I wad die.
Albeit I was, &c.

VI.

They said, I had neither cow nor ca'f,
Nor dribles of drink rins throw the draff,
Nor pickles of meal rins throw the mill-eye
And were na my heart light, I wad die.
Nor pickles of, &c.

VII.

His titty she was baith wylie and flee,

She spy'd me as I came o'er the lee;

And then she ran in and made a loud din;
Believe your ain een, an ye trow na me.
And then fhe, &c.

VIII.

His bonnet stood ay fou' round on his brow,
His auld ane looks ay as well as fome's new;
But now he lets't wear ony gate it will hing,
And caft himfell dowie upon the corn-bing.
But now he, &c.

IX.

And now he gaes drooping about the dykes,
And a' he dow do is to hund the tykes :
The live-lang night he ne'er steeks his eye,
And were na my heart light, I wad die.
The live-lang, &c.

X.

Were I young for thee, as I hae been,

We shou'd hae been gallopping down on yon green,

And linking it on the lily-white lee;

And wow gin I were but young for thee.
And linking, &c.

WHILST I alone your foul poffefs'd,

And none more lov'd your bosom press'd,

Ye gods, what king like me was bless'd,
When kind Jeany lo'ed me!

Hey ho, Jeany, quoth he,

Kind Robin lo'es thee.

JEANY.

Whilft you ador'd no other fair,

Nor Kate with me your heart did share,
What queen with Jeany cou'd compare,
When kind Robin lo'ed me!

Hey ho, Robin, &c.

ROBIN.

Katy now commands my heart,
Kate who fings with so much art,
Whose life to fave with mine I'd part;
For kind Katy lo’es me.

Hey ho, Jeany, &c.

JEANY.

Paty now delights my eyes,
He with equal ardour dies,

Whose life to fave I'd perish twice;
For kind Paty lo'es me.

Hey ho, Robin, &c.

ROBIN.

What if I Kate for thee difdain,
And former love return again,
To link us in the strongest chain?
For kind Robin lo'es thee.

Hey ho, Jeany, &c.

JEANY.

Tho' Paty's kind, as kind can be,
And thou more ftormy than the sea,
I'd chufe to live and die with thee,
If kind Robin lo'es me.

Hey ho, Robin, &c.

O

O my heavy Heart!

Tune-The Broom of Cowdenknows.

I.

MY heart, my heavy, heavy heart,

Swells as 'twould burst in twain ! No tongue can e'er describe its smart, Nor I conceal its pain.

II.

Blow on ye winds, descend soft rains,
To footh my tender grief;
Your folemn music lulls my pain,

And yields me short relief.

O my heart, &c.

III.

In fome lone corner would I fit,
Retir'd from human kind;

Since mirth, nor fhow, nor sparkling wit,

Can ease my anxious mind.

O my heart, &c.

IV.

The fun, which makes all nature gay,

Torments my weary eyes,

And in dark shades I pass the day,

Where echo fleeping lies.

O my heart, &c.

V.

The sparkling stars which gaily shine,

And glitt'ring deck the night,

Are all fuch cruel foes of mine,

I ficken at their fight.

O my heart, &c.

VI.

The gods themselves their creatures love,
Who do their aid implore;

O learn of them, and bless the nymph
Who only you adore.

O my heart, &c.

VII.

The strongest paffion of the mind,
The greatest bliss we know,
Arifes from successful love,

If not the greatest wo.
O my heart, &c.

Bellafpelling.

I.

ALL you that would refine your blood,

Α

As pure as fam'd Lewelling,

By water clear, come every year,
And drink at Bellaspelling.

Tho' pox or itch your fkin enrich

With rubies paft the telling,

'Twill clear your skin, ere you have been A month at Bellaspelling.

II.

Tho' ladies' cheeks be green as leeks,
When they come from their dwelling,
The kindling rose within them blows
While she's at Bellaspelling.

The futty brown just come from town,
Grows here as fresh as Helen;

Then back she goes to kill the beaux,
By dint of Bellafpelling.