And manag'd the matter I cannot tell how, SONG CCLI. ETRICK BANK S. N Etrick Banks, in a fummer's night, ON At glowman when the sheep drive hame, I met my laffie braw and tight, Come wading barefoot a' her lane: I faid, my laffie, will you go, To the Highland hills the Earfe to learn? I'll baith gi'e thee a cow and ewe, When ye come to the brig of Earn. All day when we have wrought enough, At night when you fit down to fpin, Syne when the trees are in their bloom, I'll meet my laffie amang the broom, And lead you to my fummer fhield. Then far frae a' their fcornfu' din, That make the kindly hearts their sport, We'll laugh, and kifs, and dance, and fing, And gar the langeft day feem fhort. S ON G CCLII. THE PADLOCK TO KEEP A WIFE TRUE. INCE artists, who fue for the trophies of fame, Their wit, and their tafte, and their genius proclaim, Attend to my fong, where you'll certainly find A fecret disclos'd for the good of mankind; And deny it who can, fure the laurel's my dueI've found out a padlock to keep a wife true. Should the amorous goddess prefide o'er your dame, With the ardours of youth all her paffions inflame; Should her beauty lead captive each softer defire, And languishing lovers ftill figh and admire; Yet fearlefs you'd truft her, tho' thousands may fue, When I tell you my padlock to keep a wife true. Tho' the husband may think that he wifely restrains With his bars and his bolts, his confinement and chains; How artfully weak muft his artifice prove! Can fetters of fteel bind like fetters of love? -Should her fancy invite to the park or the play, Tho' her virtues with foibles should frequently blend, Let the husband be loft in the lover and friend; Let doubts and furmifes no longer perplex, 'Tis the charms of indulgence that bind the foft sex; They ne'er can prove falfe while this maxim's in view; Good-humour's the padlock to keep a wife true. THE CONTENTED MAID. LET me live removed from poide Remov'd from scenes of pride and ftrife, And only tafte thefe tranquil joys Which Heaven beftows on rural life! Adieu, ye gay, adieu ye great, Sweet peace I'll court to follow me, For all the graces love to be Where innocence and virtue dwell. S. ON G CCLIV. SHEPHERD ADONIS. ΤΗ HE Shepherd Adonis being weary'd with fport, He for a retirement to the woods did refort, He threw by his club, and he laid himself down; He envy'd no monarch, nor wish'd for a crown. He drank of the burn, and he ate frae the tree; Himself he enjoy'd, and frae trouble was free. T He wish'd for no nymph, though never fae fair, But as he lay thus, in an ev'ning fae clear, A heav'nly sweet voice founded faft in his ear, Which came frae a fhady green neighbouring grove, Where bonny Amynta fat finging of love. The nymph fhe beheld him with a kind modest grace, Seeing fomething that pleas'd her appear in his face ; With blushing a little she unto him did say, O fhepherd! what want ye? how came you this way. His fpirits reviving, he to her reply'd, I was ne'er fae furpris'd at the fight of a maid. HAT beauties does Flora disclose? W How feet are her fmiles upon Tweed? Yet Mary's ftill fweeter than those ; The warblers are heard in the grove, Let us fee how the primroses spring; And love while the feather'd folks fing. How does my love pafs the lang day? 'Tis fhe does the virgins exeel, No beauty with her may compare; Love's graces around her do dwell; She's faireft where thoufands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks ftray, Oh! tell me at noon where they feed; Shall I feek them on fweet winding Tay, Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed. ET others Damon's praise rehearse, I mean to fing in rustic verse, As once I fat beneath a shade, He tapp'd my fhoulder, fnatch'd a kiss, For nothing fure is done amifs By Stréphon of the hill. Obferve the doves on yonder spray, |