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 corse, my comrades dear, This bridegroom blyth to meet; He in his wedding-trim so gay,

I in my winding-sheet."

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

He in his wedding-trim so gay,

She in her winding-fheet.

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 swains,
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 spot 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 fhe 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 fpent 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.

II.

All the women I view'd,
Both religious and lewd,

From the fable top-knot to the scarlets;
An even wager I'd lay,

That at a foul play,

The house ne'er swarmed fo with harlots.

III.

Madam Lovely I faw,

With her daughters-in-law,

Whom the offers to fale ev'ry Sunday;
In the midst of her pray'rs

She negotiates affairs,

And figns affignations for Monday.

IV.

Next a baron knight's daughter, Whose own mother taught her, By precept and practical notions, To wear gaudy cloaths,

And ogle the beaux,

Was at church, to fhew signs of devotion.

V.

Next, a lady of fame,

Whom we shall not name,

She'll give you no trouble in teaching;

She has a very fine book,

But ne'er on it does look,

And regards neither praying nor preaching.

VI.

Madam Fair there she sits,

Almoft out of her wits,

Betwixt vice and devotion debating ;
She's as vitious as fair,

And has no business there,
To hear Master Tickle text-prating.

VII.

From the corner of the fquare
Comes a hopeful young pair,
As religious as they see occasion ;
But if patches or paint

Be true figns of a faint,

We've no reason to fear their damnation.

VIII.

When thus he had done,

He bless'd every one,

With his benediction the people :

So I run to the Crown,

Left the church fhou'd fall down,

And beat out my brains with the steeple.

I.

S down in the meadows I chanced to pass, Oh! there I beheld a young beautiful lass, Her age, I am fure, it was scarcely fifteen, And she on her head wore a garland of green; Her lips were like rubies; and as for her eyes, They sparkled like diamonds, or stars in the skies; And as for her voice, it was charming and clear, And she sung a song for the loss of her dear.