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,
Like the fea it ebbs and flows;

Let the youth whofe heart is ranging,
Fear the nymph whom most he knows.

But give me, Fate, one faithful pilot,
To direct and guide my foul:
Changing lovers then I'll fmile at,
She's my 'magnet, fhe's my pole.

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,

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A gen'rous heat good wine does impart,

And time to good mufic is beat by the heart:
Let each be content with his own proper store,

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;
Left by thy flocks I lonely ftray,
Without a guide, and lofe my way:
Where reft at noon thy bleating care,
Gentle fhepherd, tell me where.

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,
Where poplars far dretching o'er arch the cool tide;

And while the clear river runs purling along,
The thrush and the linnet contend in their song.

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,
The wish of each heart, and the theme of each lay;
Ne'er yield to the fwain till he make you a wife,
For he who loves truly will take you for life.

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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,
The lambkins were merry, and the birds grac'd
the spray,

I rambled with Patty unto the green grove,
Attended by no one but mufic and love.

The murmuring brooks in fweet harmony flow'd,
And the soft breathing zephyrs fo wantonly blow'd;
We rambled, we tattl'd, all in the green grove,
Attended by no one but mufic and love.

Flow on, foft meanders, in mirth ever flow,
To wash away forrow and heart aching woe;
Let no troubles moleft us while in the green grove,
Attended by no one but mufic and love.

May Fortune, e'er fmiling, bless Patty and I,
Our bofoms be strangers to care, fear, or figh;
O then in sweet raptures we'll trace the green grove !
Attended by no one but mufic and love.

IN PRAISE OF WOMEN.

THE lily and the blushing rose

To many give delight;

But not a flow'r on earth that grows
Is half fo bright a fight,

As lovely women,
Charming women,
Pleafing, teafing,
Heavenly 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?
Or pleafures of the bowl?

But vain, prefumptuous, gaudy things,
Deftroyers of the foul,

Unlefs fweet women, &c.

When men are fore opprefs'd with grief,
and roam in fearch of peace,

There's nought can give fuch fure relief,
And make their torments cease,
Such pow'r has women,

Virtuous women, &c.

Then, fince the fair give fuch delight,
Aloud refound their praise;

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 lord, the clown, and king,

The peafant, courtier, prieft, and knave,
In diff'rent ftrains will fing

To praise sweet women, &c.