Fourth Woman. That ladies act in private, By nature's foft compliance; We think no crime, when in our prime, To kifs without a licence. Drink away, &c. Fifth Woman. We know no shame or scandal, The beggars law befriends us; We all agree in liberty, And poverty defends us. Drink away, &c. Sixth Woman. Like jolly beggar wenches, Thus, thus we drown all forrow; We live to-day, and ne'er delay Our pleasure till to-morrow. Drink away, &c. OF Lucy and COLIN. I. F Leifter, fam'd for maidens fair, Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid ftream Till luckless love and pining care Her coral lips and damask cheeks, II. Oh! have you feen a lily pale, By Lucy warn'd, of flattering fwains Of vengeance due to broken vows III. Three times, all in the dead of night, And shrieking at her window thrice, IV. "I hear a voice you cannot hear, By a false heart and broken vows, Was I to blame, because his bride Was thrice as rich as I? V. "Ah Colin! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone; Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow in the church to wed, But know, fond maid, and know, false man, That Lucy will be there. VI. "Then bear my corfe, my comrades dear, This bridegroom blyth to meet; He in his wedding-trim fo gay, I in my winding-fheet." She spoke, she dy'd her corfe was borne, She in her winding-sheet. VII. Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts! How were these nuptials kept! The bride's men flock'd round Lucy dead, And all the village wept. Confusion, shame, remorse, despair, At once his bofom fwell; The damps of death bedew'd his brow, He shook, he groan'd, he fell. VIII. From the vain bride (ah, bride no more!) When stretch'd before her rival's corse, IX. Oft at his grave, the constant hind, DERMET'S Cronoch. ONE I. NE Sunday after mass, To the Greenwood did pass, All alone, all alone, All alone, all alone, all alone. II. He afk'd for a pogue, And the call'd him a rogue, And ftruck him with her brogue, Ahon! ahon! ahon! III. Said he, My dear shoy, Let us play, let us toy, All alone, all alone, All alone, all alone, all alone. IV. If I were fo mild, You are so very wild, You would get me a fhild, Ahon! ahon! ahon! V. He brib'd her with fruits, Till a thorn prick'd her foots. Haloo! haloo! haloo! haloo! VI. Shall I pull it out? You will hurt me, I doubt, And make me to shout. Haloo haloo! haloo! A Review of St. PAUL'S Church, COVENT-GARDEN. I. HAVING fpent all my time Upon women and wine, I went to the church out of spite; But what the priest said |