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Vaft oceans of verdure appear;
To charm you at Jeffamond mill.

To plant every rural delight,

Here nature has lavish'd her skill;
Here fragrant breezes unite,

And wanton round Jeffamond mill;

When filence each ev'ning here dwells,
The birds in coverts all still,
No mufic in sweetness excels
The clacking of Jeffamond mill.

Reclin❜d by the verge of the ftream,

Or ftretch'd on the fide of the hill, I'm never in want of a theme,

While leering at Jeffamond mill.

Sure Venus fome plot has defign'd,

Or why is my heart never ftill, Whenever it pops in my mind

To wander near Jeffamond mill.

My object, ye fwains, you will guess,
If ever in love you had skill;
And, faith, I will frankly confefs,
'Tis Jenny at Jeffamond mill.

SON G XLVI.

WROTE for a LADY.

WEEP not, ye ftreams of filver Tay;

mourn, ye flow'ry banks fae bonny! Tho' wars have call'd my love

away,

Heav'n will protect my faithful Johnny. 'Twas Fame that urg'd him to the field,

'Twas Fame infpir'd him thus to leave me ; Pleas'd, I furvey'd the glitt'ring fhield,

But ah! how much our parting grieves me!

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Let dad and fretful mother fcold,

And for fome richer laird defign me;
Yet neither pow'r, nor pomp, nor gold,
From youthful Johnny fhall incline me.
'Twas Fame, &c.- -As above.

What's wealth compar❜d to him I love?
To him for ever fond to please me?
The live long day beneath the
grove

To kifs, to clap, to blefs and fqueeze me!
'Twas Fame, &c.

Weep not, ye ftreams of filver Tay!

Nor mourn, ye flow'ry banks fae bonny!
Tho' arms allur'd my love away
Heav'n will return unhurt, my Johnny.
'Twas Fame, &c.

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SONG

XLVII.

A DUET. Tune, Guardian Angels.

G

UARDIAN angels! hov'ring near me,
Save a lover fick with care!
Nor from fairest Myra tear me,
Oh! 'twill heighten my despair!
May I with her spend the day,
In raptures pafs my years away;
And fhould I from thefe fhades remove,
Deign to waft along my love.

Myra.
Venus queen of love and beauty,
Parent of foft am'rous pain,
Little Cupid! do thy duty,

Bind me to my tender fwain.
Reafon I to love muft yield,
Love victorious wins the field:
Hence, ye fons of wealth away!
I'll my fhepherd lad obey.

Damon. Come, ye Cupids! twine the myrtle, Bring along the sweets of May, Wreathe a flow'r enamel'd kirtle, For my Myra's wedding day.

Both.

Innocence, and meek-ey'd Love,
Peace,-inhabitant above,
Joys harmonious defcend,
All our moments to attend.

D. C.

SONG

HE fun from the east tips the mountains with gold,
And the meadows all fpangl'd with dew-drops be-

hold;

XLVIII.

The lark's early matin proclaims the new day,
And the horn's chearful fummons rebukes our delay.
With the sports of the field there's no pleasure can vie,
While jocund we follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow the hounds in full cry.

Let the drudge of the town make riches his fport, And the flave of the ftate hunt the fmiles of the court, No care nor ambition our pleasures annoy, But innocence ftill gives a zeft to our joy. With the sports of the field, &c.

Mankind are all hunters in various degree;
The priest hunts a living, the lawyer a fee;
The doctor a patient, the courtier a place;
Tho' often, like us, they're flung out with difgrace.
With the sports of the field, &c.

The cit hunts a plum, the foldier hunts fame; The poet a dinner, the patriot a name;

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And the artful coquette, tho' fhe seems to refuse,
Yet in fpite of her airs, fhe her lover purfues.
With the sports of the field, &c.

Let the bold and the bufy hunt glory and wealth, All the bleffings we afk is the bleffing of health; With hounds and with horns thro' the woodlands to

roam,

And when tir'd abroad find contentment at home.

With the sports of the field, &c.

VAVA

SONG

XLIX.

M

Y dog and my mistress are both of a kind,
As fickle as fancy, inconftant as wind;
My dog follows ev'ry ftrange heel in the streets,
And my miftrefs is fond of each fellow fhe meets,
Yet in fpite of her arts I'll not make the least stṛife,
But be cheary, and merry, and happy through life.

Go Mifs where fhe will, and whenever fhe pleafe,
Her conduct fhall ne'er my philofophy teafe;
Her freedom fhall never embitter my glee,
One woman's the fame as another to me;
So, in fpite of her airs, I'll not make the least strife,
But be cheary, and merry, and happy thro' life.

I laugh at the wretches who ftupidly pine, For falfe-hearted gipfies, they title divine; At worst of my love fits no phyfic I ask, But that which is found in the bowl or the flask; For go things how they will, I'll not make the leaft ftrife, But be cheary, and merry, and happy thro' life.

The girl that behaves with good humour and fenfe, Shall ftill to my heart have the warmest pretence; And for thofe that would jilt me, deceive, and betray, In honefter bumpers I'll wash them away. "Tis my final refolve, not to make the leaft ftrife, But be cheary, and merry, and happy thro' life,

SONG L.

THE WISH. By a Lady.

F ever, O Hymen, I add to thy tribe,

defcribe,

Not in party, or ftature, too high nor too low,
Not the least of a clown, nor too much of the beau;
No fribble, who's tafte in my drefs must be fhewn,
Nor coxcomb, too flavishly fond of his own;
No pedant in fense, nor conceited young fmart,
For wisdom and conduct muft conquer my heart.

Be manly his prefence, engaging his air,
His temper ftill yielding, and mind as fincere ;
No dupe to his paffions, 'gainst reafon to move,
But kind to the fweeteft, the paffion of love.
Let honour, commendable pride of the sex,
His actions direct, and his principles fix;
Then groundless fufpicions he'll never furmife,
Nor with jealoufy read ev'ry glance of my eyes.

When fuch a bleft youth shall approve my small charms, And no thoughts of intereft his bofom alarms, In wedlock I'll join with a mutual defire, And prudence fhall cherish the wavering fire. Thus life will glide on unperceiv'd in decay, Each night fhall be blissful, and happy each day. Such a partner, grant heaven! with my prayers comply; Or a maid let me live, and a maid let me die.

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SONG LI.

I'VE BEEN COURTING.

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'VE been courting at a lafs These twenty days and mair;

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