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I told her, at last, that her pasfions were wrong, And more, that I scorn’d to be fool'd with so long : She burst out a laughing at seeing me fret, And humming a tune, cry'd, 'tis time enough yet,

Time enough yet, &c.

Determin’d by her to be laugh'd at no more,
I flew from her presence, and bounc'd out of door,
Resolved of her better usage to get,
Or on her my eyes again never to fet,

Never to fet, &c.

To me the next morning her maid came in haste, And begg’d, for God's fake, I'd forget what was past, Declar'd her young lady did nothing but fret ; I told her, I'd think on’t, 'twas time enough yet,

Time enough yet, &c.

She next, in a letter as long as my arm,
Declar'd from her fout the intended no harm,
And begg'd I the day of our marriage would set;
I wrote her for anfwer, 'tis time enough yet,

Time enough yet, &c.

But that was scarce gone when a message I fent,
To lhew in my heart I began to relent:
I begg'd I might see her; together we met ;
We kiss’d and were friends again, so are we yet,

So are we yet, &c.

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OW happy is be, whoe'er he be,

That in his lifetime meets one true friend, Who cordially does fympathize

In words, in action, heart, and mind;

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My kind respects do not neglect,
Altho'

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wealth or state be small; With a melting heart, and a mournful eye, I beg the Lord be wi’

you

all.

My loving friends, I kiss your hands, ,

For time invites me now to move ; On your poor servant lay commands, Who is ambitious of your

love. He—whose pow'r and might, both day and night,

Governs the depths, makes rain to fall, To sun and moon gives course of light,

Direct, protect, defend you all.

I do protest, within my breaft,

Your memory I'll not neglect ;
On that record I'll lay arrest,

No change shall ever alter it.
All I desire of earthly bliss,
Is to be freed from guilt or thrall ;

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you all.

S O N G

CLIII.

SOMETHING ELSE TO DO.

TH

HE sun was sleeping in the main,

Bright Cynthia filver'd all the plain,
When Colin turn'd his team to rest,
And fought the lafs he lov'd the best.
As tow'rd her cot he jogg'd along,
Her name was frequent in his song ;
But when his errand Dolly knew,
She vow'd she'd something else to do.

He swore he did efteem her more
Than any maid he'd seen before,
In tender fighs protesting, he
Would constant as the turtle be;

Talk'd much of death, shou'd se refuse,
And us’d such arts as lovers use:
'Tis fine, says Doll, if 'tis but true,
But now, I've fomething else to do.

Her pride then Colin thus addrest,
Forgive me, Doll, I did but jest;
To her that's kind I'll constant prove;
But, trust me, I'll ne'er die for love.
Tho' first she did his courtship scorn,
Now Doll began to court in turn;
Dear Colin, I was jesting too,
Step in, I've nothing else to do.

S O N G

CLIV.

SHEPHERD'S COMPLAINT,

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E shepherds, who, bleft in your loves,

Live strangers to sorrow and care, O! pity a brother, that proves

The heart-breaking pangs of despair. What boots it my heifers and ewes

All thriving and pregnant I find? Poor bleffings, poor comforts are these,

Since Peggy is false and unkind.

Bear witness, each fountain and vale,

Bear witness, each garden and grove, How oft she has heard my fond tale, And smild on the suit of

my

love. But, oh cruel change that I find,

The gentle is now grown severe,
More cold than the north's chilling wind,

That blasts the young buds of the year.

Range wildly, my flocks and my herds;

Begone from your master, poor Tray ; My pipe shall no more wake the birds,

I'll break it and Aing it away.

Some desart all barren and blake,

Shall fhield me from every eye ; There, Peggy, I'll weep for thy fake, weep,

cruel maid, and I'll die.

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H I G H L A N D MARC H.

I ,

N the garb of old Gaul, wi' the fire of old Rome, Where the Romans endeavour'd our country to gain, But our ancestors fought, and they fought not in vain.

Snch our love of liberty, our country, and our laws, That, like our old ancestors, we stand 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 customs our sinews unbrace,
No luxurious tables enervate our race ;
Our loud-founding pipe bears the true martial strain,
So do we the old Scottish valour retain.

Such our love, &c.

We're tall as the oak on the mount of the vale,
Are swift as the roe which the hind doth assail :
As the full moon in autumn our shields do appear,
Minerva would dread to encounter our spear.

Such our love, &c.

As a storm in the ocean when Boreas blows,
So are we enrag'd when we rush on our foes ;
We fons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks,
Dash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes.
Such our love, &c.

M

Quebec and Cape Breton, the pride of old France,
In their troops fondly boasted till we did advance ;
But when our claymores they saw us produce,
Their courage did fail, and they su’d for a truce.

Such our love, &c.

In our realm may the fury of faction long cease,
May our councils be wise, and our commerce increase,
And in Scotia's cold climate may each of us find,
That our friends still 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

plause, May defy the French and Spaniards to alter our laws.

S O N G

CLVI.

DE’IL TAK THE WARS.

D

E’IL tak the wars that hurried Billy from me,

Who to love me just had sworn;
They made him captain sure to undo me ;

Woe's me! he'll ne'er return.
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 sword and gun.

I us'd alluring graces,

With muckle kind embraces,
Now sighing, then crying, tears dropping fall ;

And had he mv soft arms
Preferr'd to war's alarms,

grown mad, without the man of God, I fear in my fit I had granted all.

By love

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