And now to all forrow I'll bid full adieu,

And, with joy, like a dove,

I'll return to my love:

The maxim of loving in truth let us know,

Then thro' the wood laffie, we'll bonnyly go.

Thro' the wood, &c.

Come lads, and come laffes, be blithfome and gay, Let your hearts merry be,

And both full of glee:

The Highlands fhall ring with the joy of the day, When thro' the wood, happy, we'll dance, fing

and play.

Thro' the wood, &c.

SONG 244.

Tune, Fy gar rub her o'er wi' Strae.

DEAR Roger, if your Jenny geck,
And answer kindness with a flight,
Seem unconcern'd at her neglect,
For woman in a man delight:
But them difpife who're foon defeat,
And with a fimple face give way
To a repulfe; then be not blate,
Pufh bauldly on, and win the day.

When maidens, innocently young,

Say aften what they never mean, Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue, But tent the language of their een : If these agree, and the perfift

To answer all your love with hate, Seek elsewhere to be better bleft,

And let her figh when 'tis too late.

SONG 245.

THE MATRON'S WISH

WHEN my locks are grown hoary,

And my vifage looks pale;

When my forehead has wrinkles,

And my eye fight does fail:

Let my words and my actions
Be free from all harm,

And may I have my old husband
To keep my back warm.

The pleafures of youth

Are flowers but of May;
Our life's but a vapour,
Our body's but clay :
O let me live well,

Tho' I live but a day.

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With a fermon on Sunday

And a Bible of good print;

With a pot on the fire,
And good viands in't;
With ale, beer, and brandy,

Both winter and fummer,

To drink to my goffip,

And be pledg'd by my cummer.

With pigs and poultry,

And fome money in ftore,
To purchase what's needful,
And to give to the poor;
With a bottle of Canary
To fip without fin,

The pleasures of, &c.

And to comfort my daughter

Whene'er the lyes in.

With a bed foft and easy

To reft on at night,
With a maid in the morning

To rife with the light,
To do her work neatly,
And obey my defire,
To make the house clean,
And blow up the fire.

The pleafures of, &c.

The pleafures of, &c.

With health and content,

And a good eafy char;

With a thick hood and mantle,

When I ride on my mare.
Let me dwell near my cupboard,
And far from my foes,

With a pair of glass eyes
To clap on my nose.

The pleafures of, &c.

And when I am dead,
With a figh let them fay,
Our honeft old cummer's
Now laid in the clay;
When young, she was chearful,
No fcold, nor no whore ;
She affifted her neighbours,
And gave to the poor.
Tho' the flower of her youth
In her age did decay,
Tho' her life like a vapour,

Evanish'd away,

She liv'd well and happy

Unto her last day.

SONG 246.

IN a fmall country village, by nature compleat,
Of a few honeft fhepherds the quiet retreat,
There liv'd a young lafs, of fo lovely a mein,
Such feldom at balls or at courts can be seen.
The fweet damafk-rofe was full blown on her cheek,
The lily display'd all its white on her neck:
The lads of the village all ftrove to prevail,
And call'd her in raptures, Sweet Nan of the vale.

Young Hodge fpoke his paffion, till quite out of breath,

Crying wounds, he could hug her and kifs her to death;

And Dick with her beauty was fo much poffefs'd,
That he lothed his food, and abandon'd his reft.
But the cou'd find nothing in them to endear,
So fent them away with a flea in their ear.;
And faid, no fuch boobies could tell a love tale,
Or bring to compliance fweet Nas of the vale.

Till young Roger, the fmarteft of all the gay green,
Who lately to London on a frolick had been,
Came home much improv❜d in his air and addrefs,
And boldly attack'd her, not fearing fuccefs.
He faid, Heav'n form'd fuch ripe lips to be kifs'd;
And prefs'd her fo clofely, fhe could not refift;
And fhew'd the dull clowns the right way to affail,
And brought to his wifhes fweet Nan of the vale.