Page Young Jockey he courted sweet Maggy so fair, 231 Ye dull thinking fouls who by troubles are prest, 233 238 Young Jockey blithe at early dawn, 249 Ye gentle winds that foftly blow, 266 Young Damon long had lov'd, and long had woo'd, 274 INDEX to the Catches and Glees. Aaron thus propos'd to Mofes, 282 Amidst the myrtles as I walk, 283 Arm, arm the generous Britons cry, ib. Come friends and companions let's take a full glass, Phillis, my faireft, how can you deny me, 281 Quoth Jack on a time to Tom, I'll declare it, To fheep-fhear my boys, pipe and tabour strike up, 283 The wife men were but seven, 284 When next shall we meet to be merry. and gay, 281 When first I faw thee graceful move, 282 Which is the road to a place of good cheer, ib. Where the murmuring river flows, 284 The BANKS of the DEE. Tune, Langolee. With additions by a Lady. WAS Summer, and foftly the breezes were blow "Ting, And sweetly the nightingale fung from the tree, But now he's ing, gone from me, and left me thus mourn To quell the proud rebels, for valiant is he; A He's gone, helpless youth! o'er the rude roaring billows; But time, and my prayers, may perhaps yet restore him; Bleft peace may reftore my dear fhepherd to me; And when he returns, with such care I'll watch o'er him, He never fhall leave the sweet Banks of the Dee. The Dee then shall flow, all its beauties displaying; The lambs on its banks fhall again be feen playing; While I, with my Jamie, am carelessly ftraying, And tafting again all the fweets of the Dee. Thus fung the fair maid on the banks of the river, And fweetly re-echo'd each neighbouring tree; But now all these hopes must evanish for ever, Since Jamie fhall ne'er fee the Banks of the Dee. On a foreign fhore the fweet youth lay dying, In a foreign grave his body's now lying; While friends and acquaintance in Scotland are crying For Jamie the glory and pride of the Dee. Mishap on the hand by which he was wounded; From a circle of friends by which he was surrounded, By time, only time, can her grief be contented, 'Twas honour and bravery made him leave her mourn. ing, From unjust rebellion his country to free; That when he came home he might crown her with laurels, The happieft maid on the Banks of the Dee. But fate had determin'd his fall to be glorious, Though dreadful the thought must be unto me; He fell, like brave Wolfe, where the troops were victorious, Sure each tender heart muft bewail the decree : Yet, though he is gone, the once faithful lover, And all our fine fchemes of true happiness over, No doubt he implored his pity and favour For me he had left on the Banks of the Dee. T SONG II. RURAL CONTENTMENT. Tune, O bonny lafs will you lie in a Barrack? SAT on a bank by the fide of a river, I thought my dear Jamie had left me for ever; I ftraight ran to meet him, I threw my arms round him, Still charming, ftill kind, ftill conftant I found him, With ardor he prefs'd me, ah! who could oppose him? While thus I reveal'd the warm wish of my bofom. O ftay, my dear Jamie, thy follies give over, No more leave these plains, be no longer a rover, No more feek for glory where cannons loud rattle, Nor leave my fond arms for the found of a battle. For peace in a cottage, and paftoral pleasure, Where love trips with joy, in fome frolicfome measure, Believe me, my Jamie, are far more enticing Than war's empty pomp which you've always been prizing. My Jamie fmil'd fweetly, the linnets and thrushes, Who chanted their fongs from the jeffamine bushes, The groves and the plains were fo gay, fo inviting, They made him forget his ambition for fighting. He faid he would love me, and never would leave me, He gave me his hand that he ne'er would deceive me ; He fwore he'd no more show his foes his resentment, But live with his Annie in Rural Contentment. TH SONG III. FRIENDSHIP. By Mr Pope. HE world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit, How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend, L SONG IV. OVE and Folly were at play, Both too wanton to be wife, They fell out, and in the fray, Folly put out Cupid's eyes. Straight the criminal was tried, And had his punishment affign'd, Folly fhould to Love be tied, And condemn'd to lead the blind. |