Then with fmall beer and fparkling wine,
O! ye gods! how I fhall dine.

YOUNG Strephon addrefs'd me politely one day,

And warmly desir'd I'd be kind,
I fillily blush'd, and had nothing to fay,
But Sir, I'm not in the mind.

Well, not quite difcourag'd, he rally'd once more, And hop'd better ufage to find;

He vow'd he'd be conftant, and figh, and adore, But then, I was not in the mind.

The man having courage affaulted again,
And begg'd I'd be better inclin'd;
I wonder, fays I, at thofe impudent men,.
I tell you, I'm not in the mind.

There's fate in old numbers, as gipfies report,

By fatal experience I-find :

The youth went to feek him a mistress at court,
And foon found a girl in the mind.

How can I recall him, alas! 'tis in vain,
To ev'ry kind look he'll be blind :-

Ye virgins, be wife, nor when too late complain,
But take the good man in the mind.

SONG 1123

IN PRAISE OF THE TOWN OF HADDINGTON.

By a young Gentleman.

O WORTHY HADDINGTON ! unrivall'd town,
For honour in an age corrupted frown;
While o'er fair CALEDONIA's fruitful foil.
Each Royal Borough falls a venial fpoil,
While ev'n EDINA's once unblemish'd breafti
Is by the violating monfter preft ;«

Do thou, untouch'd, and, felf defended, stand,
A beauteous pattern to a purchas'd land.

Tha' malice may thy, conduct now defame, And flaves of power thy honeft zeal may blame; Fear not the juftice of thy cause should fail, For everlasting truth will ftill prevail :: The time fhall come, Oh! may it foon arrive, That to thy choice fball lafting praises give; That fhall repay in equitable coin. The wrongs of GLASGOW's Magiftrates and thine.

Still

may you flourish, HADDINGTON, and thrive, And all thy honeft Sons in plenty live ;May wealth within thy walls for ever wait.. May peace and freedom guard your friendly gate: Long may true patriots rule your happy gown, Long keep your chastity of fair renown, Long boat the prize of faith and virtue won, And give a title to a HAMILTON.

SONG 113.

Fune, THE YELLOW HAIR'D LADDIE.

POOR Strephon distracted 'twixt hope and defpair
For Chloris, fo lovely, so youthful and fair;
He kifs'd and embrac'd her, and often did say,
My deareft sweet Chloris, pray here with me ftay.

In hafte she reply'd, my dear Strephon, be gone,
For if we're efpied, I am quite undone ;
For my parents forbid all my paffion for you,
So generous Strephon for ever adieu..

Our parents may couple, but they can't make love,
My paffion is ftronger, it fprings from above;
For tho' I had lov'd you at my parents defire,
It neither had added nor ta'en from the fire.

You love me; I fly you, though I love you as much,
But dare not avow it, my fate it is. fuch ;.
But I'll live a Platonic as chafte as defire,
And Chloris' affection fhall never expire.

I am quite tranfported to think that you love,
But the living without you thefe comforts remove;
For I'm no Platonic, I foar not fo, high,

I grafp at the fubitance, muft have it or die.

SONG 114.

Tune, Tell me, tell me, charming creature.
CRUEL creature, can you leave me?
Can you then ungrateful prove?
Did you court me to deceive me,
And to flight my conftant love?

False! ungrateful! thus to woo me,
Thus to make my heart a prize;
Firft to ruin and undo me,

Then to fcorn and tyrannize.

Shall I fend to heav'n my pray'r?
Shall I all my wrongs relaté ?
Shall I curfe the dear betrayer?
No, alas! it is too late.

Cupid, pity my condition,

Pierce this unrelenting fwain; Hear a tender maid's petition, And restore my love again.

SONG 115.

SEE! the conquering hero comes;
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums :
Sports prepare, the laurel bring;
Songs of trimph to him fing,

See the god-like youth advance,

Breathe the flutes, and lead the dance;

Myrtle wreaths and rofes twine,
To deck the hero's brow divine.

Sung in HARLEQUIN'S INVASION. COME, chear up, my lads, 'tis to glory we fteer,

To add something new to this wonderful year': To honour we call you, not prefs you like flaves, For who are fo free as we fons of the waves? Heart of oak are our fhips, heart of oak are our

men;

We always are ready,
Steady, boys, fteady,

We'll fight, and we'll conquer, again and again.

We ne'er see our foes, but we wish them to ftay; They never fee us, but they with us away; If they run, why, we follow, and run them afhore ; For if they won't fight us, what can we do more? Heart of oak, &c.

They fwear they'll invade us, these terrible foes, They frighten our women, our children, and beaux; But fhould their flat bottoms in darknefs get o'er, Still Britons they'll find to receive them on fhore. Heart of oak, &c.