And grey-hair'd wealth fhall plead in vain, THE WAY TO KEEP HIM. YE fair, who fhine thro' Britain's ifle, And triumph o'er the heart, For once, attentive be a while To what I fhall impart. Would you obtain the youth you love, As soon as Nature has decreed When firft the pleasing pain is felt And you, by ftrange persuasion melt, Each wishing to be bleft, Be not too bold, nor yet too coy, At court, at ball, at park, or play, And, left your tongue your mind betray, 0000 The maid, who thinks to gain a mate In dreffing never the hours kill, By virtuous rules your reafon guide, And when the nuptial knot is fast, His love with kind compliance meet, A SONG LXXXIV. THE MAID OF THE MILL. TTEND all ye fhepherds and nymphs to my lay, A damfel once dwelt at the foot of a hill, Well known by the name of The Maid of the Mill. The lord of the village beheld the sweet maid; Young Johnny addrefs'd her with hope, and with fear; His heart was right honeft, his love was fincere: His paffion was founded in honour and truth; The nymph read his heart, and, of course, lov'd the youth. At church little Jenny foon answer'd-I will. His Lordship was baulk'd of the maid of the mill. What happiness waits on the chafte nuptial pair! SONG LXXXV. BRAES OF BALLENDEN. A favourite Scots Song. Sung by Mrs Hudson. BENEATH a green fhade, a lovely young fwain The wind ceas'd to breathe, and the fountains to flow; How happy, he cried, my moments once flew, E'er Chloe's bright charms first flash'd in my view; Thro' changes, in vain, relief I pursue, But fee the pale moon, all clouded, retires, The breezes grow cool, not Strephon's defires : G I fly from the dangers of tempeft and wind, 香香 SONG THE LXXXVI. GIPSE Y. AS S thro' the green meadow I chanced to pass, Who told me the faw by the lines of my face, Her prophecy fill'd me with grief and dismay, For farther advice to the curate I went, O then he began with fuch force and fuch fire, SONG LXXXVII. THE MILK - MA I D. OMING home with my milk the young 'fquire I COMI met, Says, Polly, love, fet down your pails, I have long been a kiss or two, child, in your debt, To oblige him, and 'caufe that I would not be cross, He pull❜d me green I ftrove to get up, but he ftill kept me down; mofs He vow'd, to fuch pitch his fond paffion was grown, So gently he woo'd, and fo warmly he preft, He folemnly fwore that he'd make me his wife, If he don't, why, as fure as a muscle has life, SONG LXXXVIII. FRIENDSHIP AND WINE. By Mr. Gilfon. L ET the grave and the gay enjoy life how they may, Go the world well or ill, 'tis the fame with me itill, The lover may figh, the courtier may lie, All the joys So I'll ftand by my friend and my glass. are but vain that are blended with pain; New life wine infpires, and creates new defires, Or his courage prepares to disdain the nymph's airs; So I'll ftand by my |