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Whene'er he trips the meads along, He sweetly joins the woodlark's song ; And when he dances on the green, There's none so blithe as Colin seen ; If he's but nigh, I nothing fear, For I alone am all his care. Then, spite of all my friends can say, He's stole my tender heart away!
My mother chides whene'er I roam, And seems surpris'd I quit my home; But she'd not wonder that I rove, Did she but feel how much I love ; Full well I know the gen'rous swain, Will never give my bosom pain : Then, spite of all my friends can fay, He's stole my tender heart away!
BLITHE JOCKEY. My Jockey is the blitheft lad
That e'er young maid did woo ;
For he is kind and true.
His words in rapture flow;
I have not pow'r to go.
All other lasses he forsakes,
And Alies to me alone ;
I hear the maiden's moan.
And ribbands for my hair :
Or half so kind and fair ?
Where'er I go, I nothing fear,
If Jockey is but by ;
Whenever danger's nigh.
And make me blett for life ;
To be young Jockey's wife?
COME jolly Bacchus, god of wine,
Crown this night with pleasure ;
Fill up the mighty sparkling bowl,
May drink and sing without controul
Thus, mighty Bacchus, shalt thou be
Guardian of our pleasure,
And, as the hours glide away,
And fing thy praises, that we may
To the Tune of, God save the King. HAIL, MASONRY divine; Glory of ages shine,
Long may’it thou reign : Where'er thy Lodges ftand, May they have great command, And always grace the land,
Thou art divine !
Great fabrics still arise,
grace the azure skies,
Thou Art divine !
Hiram the architect,
How they should build;
Hail, royal Art.
Chorus 3 times.
HIGHLAND QU E E N.
In her, fweet innocence you'll find,
No fordid with or trifling joy, Her fettled calm of mind dettroy ;
Strict honour fills her spotless soul,
How bleft that youth, whom gentle fate Has deftin'd for so fair a mate ; Has all these wond'ring gifts in store, And each returning day brings more. No youth so happy can be seen, Poffefling thee, my Highland Queen.
Jamie, the pride of all the green,