And in return for all your toils,

Return with victory and spoils :

For Mars, &c.

SONG 99.

Tune, RoSLIN-CASTLE.

CELIA! fee the feafon fmiling,

See what fplendor decks the green;
Ev'ry flow'r, in beauty blooming,
Tends to grace the rural fcene.
See in yonder verdant valley,
How the lambkins heedlefs ftray;
Blythfome now they rove at freedom,
Frisk and frolick all the day.

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View around the chearful village;
See how fmiles the jocund fwain ;
Happy he no cares perplex him,
Gentle Flora foothes each pain.
Let us hafte to yonder arbour,
Where the fairest flow'rets fpring;
There, we'll hear the blackbird chanting,
And the linnet fweetly fing.

SONG 100.

AT fetting day and rifing morn,

With foul that ftill fhall love thee, I'll ask of Heav'n thy fafe return, With all that can improve thee: I'll vifit oft the birken bush,

Where first you kindly told me Sweet tales of love, and hid my blush, Whilft round thou didst enfold me.

To all our haunts thou didst repair,
By green wood, fhaw, or fountain;
Or where the fummer's day I'd share
With you upon yon mountain:

There will I tell the trees and flow'rs,

With thoughts unfeign'd and tender: By vows you're mine, my love is yours, My heart, which cannot wander.

SONG 101.

HE'S AYE A KISSING ME..

I WINNA marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee, I winna marry ony man but Sandy o'er the lee;

I winna hae the dominee, for good he canna' be; But I will hae my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the lee; For he's aye a king, kiffing, aye a kiffing me, He's aye a kiffing, kiffing, aye a-kiffing me.

I winna hae the minifter, for a' his godly looks, Nor yet will I the lawyer hae, for a' his wylie crooks;

I winna hae the ploughman-lad, nor yet will I the

miller,

But I will hae my Sandy lad, without ae penny filler. For he's aye a kifing, &c.

I winna has the fodger lad, for he gangs to the

war,

I winna hae the failor. lad, because he fmells o'tar ; I winna hae the lord nor laird, for a' their meikle

gear,

But I will hae my Sandy lad, my Sandy o'er the

mier.

For he's aye a kissing, &c.

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SONG 102.

To eafe his heart, and own his flame,
Blithe Jockey to young Jenny came;
But, tho' fhe lik'd him paffing weel,
She carelefs turn'd her fpinning-wheel.

Her milk white hand he did extol, And prais'd her fingers long and fmall: Unufual joy her heart did feel; But ftill fhe turn'd her fpinning-wheel.

Then round about her flender waist He clafp'd his arms, and her embrac'd; To kifs her hand he down did kneel: But yet the turn'd her fpinning-wheel.

With gentle voice she bid him rife, He blefs'd her neck, her lips, and eyes: Her fondnefs fhe could fcarce conceal Yet ftill fhe turn'd her fpinning. wheel.

'Till bolder grown, fo clofs he prefs'd, His wanton thought fhe quickly guefs'd; Then pufh'd him from her rock and reel, And angry turn'd her fpinning wheel.

At lait, when fhe began to chide, He fwore he meant her for his bride :'Twas then her love fhe did reveal, And flung away her fpinning wheel.

SONG 103.

The New SPINNING WHEEL.

ONE fammer eve, as Nancy fair,

Sat fpinning in the fhade,

While foaring fkylarks fhook the air
In warbling o'er her head:

In tender cooes the pigeons woo'd ;
(Love's. impulfe all muft feel).
She fung, but fill her work purfu'd,.
And turn'd her fpinning-wheel.

"While thus I work with rock, and reel,.

"So life by time is fpun ;

"And as runs round my fpinning wheel, "The world runs up and down : "Some rich to day, to-morrow low, "While I no changes feel,

"But get my bread by fiveat of brow. "And, turn my fpinning wheel.

"From me let men and women too,,
"This home spun leffon learn,
"Not mind what other people do,

"but eat the bread they earn ::
"If none were fed. (were that to be),
But what deferv'd a meal,
"Some ladies. then as well as me,

Muft turn the fpinning-wheel.".

The rural toast, with fweeteft tone,
Thus fung her witlefs ftrain,

When o'er, the lawn limp'd gammar Joan, ́
And brought home Nancy's fwain :.