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34483
A COLLECTION

OF

Choice Songs

SCOTS & ENGLISH

By ALLAN RAMSAY

Reprinted from the Fourteenth Edition

IN TWO VOLUMES

VOLUME SECOND

Glasgow
ROBERT FORRESTER, 1 ROYAL EXCHANGE SQUARE

1876

R17 v. 2

Printed by R. Clark, Edinburgh.

INDEX

· Beginning with the first line of every Song.

The Songs marked C, D, H, L, M, O, &c., are new

words by different hands; X, the authors unknown ; Z, old songs ; Q, old songs with additions.

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HA COBLER there was, and he liv'd in a stall 157

A fox may steal your hens, Sir + A maid is like a golden ore . . . . 229 - A nymph of the plain .

A quire of bright beauties
A four reformation
A trifling song ye shall hear .
A woman's ware, like china.
Ah! bright Belinda, hither fly
Ah! woes me, poor Willy cry'd
Alexis, how artless a lover .

• 207 + Alexis shunn'd his fellow-swains .

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd
All you that would refine your blood
Amongst the willows on the grass, .
As after noon, one summer's day. ..
As charming Clara walk'd alone .

As Dolly was milking of the cows.
* As down in the meadows I chanced to pass
As I am a friend . . .

. 177 As musing I rang'd in the meads all alone * As the snow in valleys lying . . . .

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+As tippling John was jogging on .

Assist your votry, friendly Nine
Awake, thou fairest thing in nature .
Away, you rover.
Bacchus is a power divine . .
Bacchus must now his power resign
Believe my sighs, my tears my dear
Belinda with affected mien . .
Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon sues.
Bless'd as th' immortal gods is he . .
Blyth, blyth, blyth, was she .
By mason's art the aspiring dome
By the side of a great kitchen fire

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Care, away gae thou frae me

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Can love be contrould by advice.

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Celia, let not pride undo you .

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Celia, now my heart hath broke .

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Celia, too late you wou'd repent .

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Come carls a' of fumblers' ha' .

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Come, lads, ne'er plague your heads

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* Come let us prepare . .

. 165
Come, love, let's walk by yonder spring . . 217
Come, neighbours, now we've made our hay. 127
Cupid, ease a love-sick maid.
Cupid, god of pleasing anguish . . . 55
Custom prevailing so long 'mongst the great , 194
Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her . . 203
Damon, if you will believe me .
Daphnis stood pensive in the shade . . 189
Dear Chloe, while thus beyond measure .
Dear Colin prevent my warm blushes
Despairing beside a clear stream . .
Did ever swain a nymph adore .

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Diogenes surly and proud
- Do not ask me, charming Phillis.

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Fair Amoret is gone astray . . . .
Fair Iris and her swain
False tho' she be to me and love.
Farewell, my bonny, bonny, witty, pretty Maggy
Fie! Liza, scorn the little arts . . .
Flutt'ring spread thy purple pinions ,
From grave lessons and restraint . ...
From rosy bowers, where sleeps the god of love
From Whyte's and Will's . . . .

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Gently stir and blow the fire . . .
Gently touch the warbling lyre
Go, go, go, go, falsest of thy sex, begone .

Good madam, when ladies are willing .
- Good people, draw near

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Hark! away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn. .
+Hark how the trumpet sounds to battle . .
Happy the world in that bless'd age
Having spent all my time . .
Here are people and sports.
Here's a health to the king and a lasting peace
+ He that will not merry merry be. .

He who for ever . . . . . .
Hey! my kitten, a kitten
How bless'd are beggar-lasses.
- How happy are we
How happy are we
How happy a state does the miller possess
How pleasant a sailor's life passes. .

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I am a poor maiden forsaken. . . . 262
I had a heart, but now I heartless gae. . 216
I hate the coward tribes . .
I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink 172
I once was a poet at London . . . 179
I thank thee, my friend . . . . 170

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