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Young Jockey he courted sweet Maggy so fair,

231

Ye dull thinking fouls who by troubles are prest,
Ye watchful guardians of the fair,

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,
At the foot of a rock, where the river was flowing,
I fat myself down on the Banks of the Dee.
Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on, thou sweet river;
Thy banks' pureft ftreams fhall be dear to me ever;
For there I first gain'd the affection and favour
Of Jamie, the glory and pride of the Dee.

But

now he's

ing,

gone from me, and left me thus mourn

To quell the proud rebels, for valiant is he;
And ah! there's no hopes of his fpeedy returning,
To wander again on the banks of the Dee.

A

He's gone, helpless youth! o'er the rude roaring billows;
The kindeft and fweeteft of all the gay fellows;
And left me to ftray 'mong'ft the once loved willows,
The lonelieft maid on the Banks of the Dee.

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;
Mishap on the wars that call'd him away

From a circle of friends by which he was surrounded,
Who mourn for dear Jamie the tedious day.
Oh! poor hapless maid, who mourns difcontented
The lofs of a lover so justly lamented;

By time, only time, can her grief be contented,
And all her dull hours become chearful and gay.

'Twas honour and bravery made him leave her mourn. ing,

From unjust rebellion his country to free;
He left her, in hopes of his fpeedy returning
To wander again on the Banks of the Dee.
For this he defpifed all dangers and perils ;
"Twas thus he efpoufed Britannia's quarrels,

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;
But while I fat penfively fighing and mourning,
Ah! who fhould I fee, but my Jamie returning.

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,
And friendship's a jewel we feldom can meet ;
How ftrange does it seem, that in searching around,
This fource of content is fo rare to be found!
O friendship! thou balm, and rich. sweet'ner of life,
Kind parent of eafe, and compofer of ftrife;
Without thee, alas! what are riches and power
But empty delufion, the joys of an hour.

How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend,
On whom we may always with fafety depend?
Our joys, when extended, will always increase,
And griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace.
When fortune is fmiling, what crouds will appear,
Their kindness to offer, and friendship fincere ;
Yet change but the prospect, and point out distress,
No longer to court you they'll eagerly prefs.

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.