CXXVI. ON Thames's fair bank a gentle youth And would with equal warmth have burn'd, Oft he repair'd with eager feet, Beneath th' accuftom'd lime; Oft times the maid wou'd meet him there, It was not thus, inconftant maid, Then pointing to the church, he cry'd, No, no, the faid, my gentle youth, CXXVII. Hunting Song. BRIGHT Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day, And the horns and the hounds call each sports man away! Thro' woods and thro' meadows with speed now they bound, While health, rofy health, is in exercise found. Hark away is the word, to the found of the horn, Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, While pufs flies the covert, and dogs quick purfue; Behold where the flies o'er the wide fpreading plain, While the loud op'ning pack purfue her amain. Hark away, &c. At length pufs is caught, and lies panting for breath, Father Luke. A NEW SONG, CXXVIII. Father Luke. OU know I'm your Prieft, and your confcience But if you grow wicked, 'tis not a good fign; A good merry Wedding for me. The banns being publifh'd, to chapel we go, Ithumb out the place, and then read away; That fnug little guinea for me, The neighbours wifh joy to the bridegroom and bride, The piper before us, you march fide by fide; 4 plentiful dinner gives mirth to each face, The piper plays up, my felf I fay grace, Sing Ballynamona ore, A good wedding dinner for me. The joke now goes round, and the stocking is thrown, The curtains are drawn, and you are both left alone ; "Tis then, my good boy, I believe you're at home, And hey for a chrift'ning at nine months to come.. Sing Ballynamona oro, A good merry wedding for me. ΤΗ CXXX. The North-Country Lafs. HERE was a fair maiden, her name it was Gillian, You fcarcely would meet fuch a girl in a million, She danc'd with fuch grace, and fhe chaunted fo prettily; No Madames of France, nor Signioras of Italy, Could cope with the lafs of the north-country. Rich Lords and fine Gentlemen crowded to woo her, Each begging her most humble fervant to be; Some the w'd coach and horfes, fome proffer'd gold to her, Some cloaths and fine jewels, moft gorgious to fee. But in vain all their brav'ry, She faid flat and plain she saw through their knav'ry. And rather would pafs her whole life-time in flav'ry, Than bring fuch difgrace on the north-country. A fhaft that a heart made of marble would shiver ;: And down fell the lafs of the north-country.. SONGS IN LOVE IN A VILLAGE, HOPE COPE thou nurse of young desire, Painted vapour,"glow-worm-fire, Temp'rate fweet that ne'er can cloy. Hope! thou earneft of delight, Deal out pleasures unpoffefs'd; MY Y heart's my own, my will is free, No mortal man fhall wed with me, And is their then no faving claufe: 7HEN once love's fubtle poifon gains H1 had I been by fate decreed In fair Rofetta's fight to feed What blifs had I been born to taste, 1 Ye envious pow'rs! why have ye plac'd: STILL in hopes to get the better HERE was a jolly miller once ΤΗ Liv'd on the river Dee; He work'd, he fung, from morn to night,, No lark more blythe than he. And this the burden of his fong For ever us'd to be, I care for no-body, no, not I, If no one cares for me. Tune, From the caft breaks the morn IET gay ones and great Make the most of their fate, From pleasure to pleafure they run Well, who cares a jot?: I envy them not, While I have my dog and my gun. For exercife, air, To the fields I repair, With fpirits unclouded and light; The blefies I find, No ftings leave behind, But health and diverfion unite.. TH HE honeft heart, whofe thoughts are clear, Need neither fortune's frowning fear, Nor court the harlot's smile. The greatnefs that would make us grieve, |