When absent from thee, I grew restless to all, And dreaded the dangers that might thee befal; But truft me, my fair one! when -you did appear, Ah, little you think what your Colin felt here! My heart pitta-patted, juft as it does now; And I'm happy fince Chloe accepts of my vow. OVE, like the wind, is often changing, Let the youth whofe heart is ranging, But give me, Fate, one faithful pilot, SONG XXXIII. TO ATTAIN A LONG LIFE. CMake adore of brisk claret, and part of a fong; HOME hear me, my boy, haft a mind to live long, a A gen'rous heat good wine does impart, And time to good mufic is beat by the heart: And keep ourselves honeft, though the world keeps us poor. SONG XXXIV. ELL me, lovely fhepherd, where Thou feed'ft at noon thy fleecy care; Direct me to the fweet retreat That guards thee from the mid-day heat; OHN Anderson my jo, cum in as ze gae by, JOHN And ze fall get a fheep's heid weel baken in a pie, Weel baken in a pie, and the haggis in a pat: John Anderson my jo, cum in, and ze's get that. Man. And how do ze, cummer? and how do ze thrive? And how many bairns hae ze?-Wom.-Cummer, I hae five; Man.-Are they to zour ain guidman?-Wom.-No, Cummer, no; For four o' them were gotten quhan Willie was awa'. Sung in the Chaplet by Mr Vernon and Mrs Scott. Damon. ONTENTED all day I will fit by your fide, And while the clear river runs purling along, Laura. Whilft you are but by me no danger I fear; Ye lambs reft in fafety, my Damon is near; Bound on, ye blithe kids, now your gambols may pleafe, my fhepherd is kind, and my heart is at ease. For Damon. For my fhepherd, &c. Ye virgins of Britain, bright rivals of day, C 2 For he who, &c. Laura. Ye youths, who fear nought but the frowns of the fair, 'Tis yours to relieve, not to add to their care; Then scorn to their ruin affiftance to lend, Nor betray the sweet creatures you're born to defend. Nor betray, &c. Damon. For their honour and faith be our virgins renown'd, Nor falfe to his vows one young fhepherd be found: Be their moments all guided by virtue and truth, To preferve in their age what they gain'd in their youth. SONG To preferve, &c. XXXVII. 'T THE RAM BL E. WAS at Midfummer's tide, no matter the day, I rambled with Patty unto the green grove, The murmuring brooks in fweet harmony flow'd, Flow on, foft meanders, in mirth ever flow, May Fortune, e'er fmiling, bless Patty and I, IN PRAISE OF WOMEN. THE lily and the blushing rose To many give delight; But not a flow'r on earth that grows As lovely women, Pray what makes cowards brave and bold? Or what gives poets birth? Or what makes people fond of gold? Or pleasure dwell on earth? But lovely women, &c. Or what's the pageantry of kings? But vain, prefumptuous, gaudy things, Unlefs fweet women, &c. When men are fore opprefs'd with grief, There's nought can give fuch fure relief, Virtuous women, &c. Then, fince the fair give fuch delight, For who can view the glorious fight And not their voices raife? To lovely women, &c. The rich, the poor, the bold, the brave, The peafant, courtier, prieft, and knave, To praise sweet women, &c. |