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.

LUCY and COLIN.

I.

OF Leifter, fam'd for maidens fair,

Bright Lucy was the grace;

Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream
Reflect fo fweet a face :

Till luckless love and pining care

Impaired her rofy hue,

Her coral lips and damask cheeks,
And eyes of gloffy blue.

II.

Oh! have you seen a lily pale,
When beating rains descend?
So droop'd the flow-confuming maid,
Her life was near an end.

By Lucy warn'd, of flattering fwains
Take heed, ye easy fair,

Of vengeance due to broken vows
Ye perjur'd fwains, beware,

III.

Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring;

And shrieking at her window thrice,
The raven flapp'd his wing:

Too well the love-lorn maiden knew
The folemn boding found,
And thus in dying words befpoke,
The virgins weeping round:

IV.

"I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which fays I must not stay;
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.

By a false heart and broken vows,
In early youth I die;

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 kifs, Nor think him all thy own.

To-morrow in the church to wed,
Impatient both prepare:

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 so gay,

I in my winding-sheet."

She spoke, she dy'd: her corfe was borne, The bridegroom blyth to meet;

He in his wedding-trim so gay,

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!)
The varying crimson fled,

When stretch'd before her rival's corse,
She faw her husband dead.
Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Convey'd by trembling fwains,
One mold with her, beneath one fod,
For ever now remains.

IX.

Oft at his grave, the constant hind,
And plighted maids are seen,
With garlands gay and true love-knots
They deck the sacred green.
But, fwain forefworn, whoe'er thou art,
This hallow'd fpot forbear;
Remember Colin's dreadful fate,
And fear to meet him here.

DERMET'S Cronoch.

ONE

I.

NE Sunday after mass,
Dermet and his lafs

To the Greenwood did pass,

All alone, all alone,

All alone, all alone, all alone.

II.

He afk'd for a pogue,

And she call'd him a rogue,

And ftruck him with her brogue,

Ahon! ahon! ahon!

III.

Said he, My dear shoy,
Why will you prove coy?

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 shild,

Ahon! ahon! ahon!

V.

He brib'd her with fruits,
And he brib'd her with nuts,

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 spent all my time

Upon women and wine,

I went to the church out of spite;

But what the priest said
Is quite out of my head,
I refolv'd not to edify by't.