Then with fmall beer and fparkling wine, YOUNG Strephon addrefs'd me politely one day, And warmly desir'd I'd be kind, 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, There's fate in old numbers, as gipfies report, By fatal experience I-find : The youth went to feek him a mistress at court, How can I recall him, alas! 'tis in vain, Ye virgins, be wife, nor when too late complain, SONG 1123 IN PRAISE OF THE TOWN OF HADDINGTON. By a young Gentleman. O WORTHY HADDINGTON ! unrivall'd town, Do thou, untouch'd, and, felf defended, stand, 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 In hafte she reply'd, my dear Strephon, be gone, Our parents may couple, but they can't make love, You love me; I fly you, though I love you as much, I am quite tranfported to think that you love, I grafp at the fubitance, muft have it or die. SONG 114. Tune, Tell me, tell me, charming creature. False! ungrateful! thus to woo me, Then to fcorn and tyrannize. Shall I fend to heav'n my pray'r? 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; See the god-like youth advance, Breathe the flutes, and lead the dance; Myrtle wreaths and rofes twine, 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, 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. |