My kind refpects do not neglect, My loving friends, I kifs your hands, I do protest, within my breast, Is to be freed from guilt or thrall; 'HE fun was fleeping in the main, When Colin turn'd his team to rest, He fwore he did efteem her more Talk'd much of death, shou'd she refuse, Her pride then Colin thus addrest, *** SONG CLIV. SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT. YLive ftrangers to forrow and care, E fhepherds, who, bleft in your loves, O pity a brother, that proves The heart-breaking pangs of defpair. Bear witnefs, each fountain and vale, Range wildly, my flocks and my herds; Some defart all barren and blake, Shall shield me from every eye; There, Peggy, I'll weep for thy fake, I'll weep, cruel maid, and I'll die. weeweewe SONG CLV. IN HIGHLAND MARCH. N the garb of old Gaul, wi' the fire of old Rome, From the heath-cover'd mountains of Scotia we come, Where the Romans endeavour'd our country to gain, But our ancestors fought, and they fought not in vain. Such our love of liberty, our country, and our laws, That, like our old ancestors, we ftand by Freedom's cause ; We'll bravely fight, like heroes bold, for honour and applause, And defy the French, with all their art, to alter our laws. No effeminate cuftoms our finews unbrace, Our loud-founding pipe bears the true martial strain, Such our love, &c. We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale, Such our love, &c. As a ftorm in the ocean when Boreas blows, So are we enrag'd when we rufsh on our foes; Dafh the force of our foes with our thundering ftrokes. M Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France, In our realm may the fury of faction long cease, That our friends ftill prove true, and our beauties prove kind, Then we'll defend our liberty, our country, and our laws, And teach our late pofterity to fight in Freedom's cause, That they, like our ancestors bold, for honour and ap plaufe, May defy the French and Spaniards to alter our laws. SONG CLVI. DE'IL TAK THE WARS. E'IL tak the wars that hurried Billy from me, DE Who to love me just had fworn; They made him captain fure to undo me; A thousand loons abroad will fight him, He from thousands ne'er will run : Day and night I did invite him, To stay at home from fword and gun. I us'd alluring graces, With muckle kind embraces, Now fighing, then crying, tears dropping fall; Preferr'd to war's alarms, By love grown mad, without the man of God, I wafh'd, and patch'd, to make me look provoking; For a new gown too I paid muckle money, My petticoat I fpotted, Fringe too with thread I knotted, Lace-fhoes, and filk-hofe garter'd full o'er knee; But, oh! the fatal thought, To Billy thefe are nought; Who rode to towns, and rifled with dragoons, When he, filly loon, might have plunder'd me. JAMIE GAY. AS Jamie gay gang'd blithe his way Along the river Tweed. A bonny lafs, as e'er was seen, Dear laffie tell, why by thine fell My ewes, the cry'd, are straying wide, But thou'rt fo fweet, fo trim, and neat, |