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INDEX

Beginning with the first line of every SONG.

The SONGS marked C, D, H, L, M, O, &c., are new
words by different hands; X, the authors un-
known; Z, old fongs; Q, old fongs with ad-
ditions.

ACOBLER there was, and he liv'd in a stall

fox may steal your hens, Sir

A maid is like a golden ore
A nymph of the plain.
A quire of bright beauties.
A four reformation

A trifling fong ye shall hear
A woman's ware, like china

Ah! bright Belinda, hither fly
Ah! woes me, poor Willy cry'd
Alexis, how artless a lover
Alexis fhunn'd his fellow-fwains

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd
All you that would refine your blood
Amongst the willows on the grass
As after noon, one fummer's day
As charming Clara walk'd alone
As Dolly was milking of the cows

As down in the meadows I chanced to pass
As I am a friend .

As mufing I rang'd in the meads all alone
As the fnow in valleys lying.

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I

57

107

69

As tippling John was jogging on
Affift your vot'ry, friendly Nine

Awake, thou fairest thing in nature .
Away, you rover

Bacchus is a power divine

Bacchus must now his power resign

Believe my fighs, my tears my dear

Belinda with affected mien

Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues
Blefs'd as th' immortal gods is he
Blyth, blyth, blyth, was she
By mason's art the aspiring dome
By the fide of a great kitchen fire

Care, away gae thou frae me
Can love be controul'd by advice
Celia, let not pride undo you
Celia, now my heart hath broke
Celia, too late you wou'd repent

Come carls a' of fumblers' ha'

Come, love, let's walk by yonder spring

Come, neighbours, now we've made our hay

Cupid, ease a love-fick maid

Cupid, god of pleasing anguish

55

Custom prevailing so long 'mongst the great
Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her

Damon, if you will believe me

96

Daphnis flood pensive in the shade

Dear Chloe, while thus beyond measure
Dear Colin prevent my warm blushes
Despairing befide a clear stream
Did ever fwain a nymph adore
Diogenes furly and proud

Do not ask me, charming Phillis

Fair Amoret is gone aftray

Fair Iris and her fwain

False tho' fhe be to me and love

Farewell, my bonny, bonny, witty, pretty Maggy

Fie! Liza, fcorn the little arts

From grave lessons and restraint

Flutt'ring spread thy purple pinions

From rofy bowers, where sleeps the god of love

From Whyte's and Will's

Gently ftir and blow the fire.

Gently touch the warbling lyre

Go, go, go, go, falfeft of thy fex, begone
Good madam, when ladies are willing
Good people, draw near

Hark! away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn
Hark how the trumpet founds to battle
Happy the world in that blefs'd age
Having spent all my time

Here are people and sports

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9

208

30

12

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36

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147

Here's a health to the king and a lasting peace

He that will not merry merry be

He who for ever

I had a heart, but now I heartless gae

I hate the coward tribes

I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink

I once was a poet at London

I thank thee, my friend

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