And, by its echo led, drew near,
My rural oaten-reed to hear:
But furely, furely all the meant,
Was to be pleas'd and innocent.

I gently took her hand-she gave
A look that did my foul enflave;
I preft her ruby lips-in vain ;
They rofe up to be preft again.
Thus happy, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleas'd and innocent.

On her foft breafts my hand I laid,
And a quick light impreffion made;
They with a kindly warmth did glow,
And fwell'd, and feem'd to overflow:
Yet, trust me, I no farther meant,
Than to be pleas'd and innocent.

In raptures, on her eyes I gaz'd,
While, fweetly blufhing, fhe them rais'd;
Each fenfe was ravish'd with delight,
And my foul food prepar'd for flight:
Ah! blame me not, if then I meant
More to be pleas'd than innocent.

SONG 234.

Sung in the WATERMAN.

THEN farewel my trim-built wherry,

Oars, and coat and badge, farewel; Never more at Chelsea Ferry,

Shall your Thomas take a spell.

But to hope and peace a ftranger,
In the battle's heat I go;
Where expofed to every danger,

Some friendly ball fhall lay me low.

Then, may-hap, when homeward fteering, With the news my mefs mates come, Even you, the ftory hearing,

With

figh may cry, poor Tom!

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SONG 235.

COLINET.

Now the happy knot is ty'd,
Betfy is my charming bride !
Ring the bells, and fill the bowl,
Revel all without controul,

Who fo fair as lovely Bet?

Who fo bleft as Colinet?

Now adieu to maiden arts, Angling for unguarded hearts; Welcome Hymen's lasting joys, Lifping wanton girls and boys ; Girls, as fair as lovely Bet, Boys, as fweet as Colinet.

Though ripe fheaves of yellow corn, Now my plenteous barn adorn, Though I've deck'd my myrtle bow'rs, With the faireft, fweeteft flow'rs;

Riper, fairer, fweeter, yet,

Are the charms of lovely Bet!

Though on Sundays I was feen,
Drefs'd like any May-day queen ;
Though fix fweethearts daily ftrove,
To deferve thy Betty's love;
Them I quit without regret;
All my joy's in Colinet.

Strike up then the ruftic lay,
Crown with fports our bridal day;
May each lad a miftrefs find;
Like my Betfy, fair and kind;
And each lafs a husband get,
Fond and true as Colinet.

Ring the bells, and fill the bowl, Revel all without controul;

May the fun ne'er rise or set,

But with joy to happy Bet,

But with joy to happy Bet,
And her faithful Colinet.

SONG 236.

Sung in the DEVIL TO PAY.
Tune, Come let us prepare.

LET matters of ftate difquiet the great,
The cobler has nought to perplex him;
Has nought but his wife to ruffle his life,
And her he can strap if she vex him.

He's out of the pow'r of Fortune, that whore,
Since low, as can be, fhe has thruft him.
From duns he's fecure; for, being fo poor,
There's none to be found that will truft him.

SONG 237.

Sung in the BEGGAR'S OPERA.

Tune, Over the hills and far away. WERE I laid on Greenland's coaft,

And in my arms embrac'd my lass ; Warm amidst eternal froft,

Too foon the half year's nights would pafs.

Were I fold on Indian foil;

Soon as the burning day was clos❜d, I could mock the fultry toil,

When on my charmer's breast repos'di

And I would love you all the day;
Every night would kifs and play,

If with me you'd fondly ftray.
Over the hills and far away.`

SONG 238..

I Ha'e laid a herring in fa't;
Lafs, gin ye lo'e me, tell me now;
I ha'e brew'd a forpet o? mat,

An' I canna come ilka day. to woo..
I ha'e a calf will foon be a cow;
Lafa,, gin ye loe me, tell me now ;:
I ha'e a pig will foon be a fow,
An' I canna come ilka day to woo.

I've a houfe on yonder. mnir ;«
Lafs, gin ye lo e me tell me now;
Three fparrows may dance upon the floor;;
And I cannot come iîka day to woo.
I ha'e a butt and. I ha'e a ben;

Lafs, giu ye lo'e me, tak me now ;.
I ha'e three chickens and a fat hen,
And I canna come ony. mair to woo..