The Return of Peace. ARK! hark! it is peace who revifits the plain; We fight no more, Now we have leifure, Fame's a bubble, War is trouble: Hufb'd be difcord's hideous roar ! THE wars are all over, no longer we roam, Where the thunder of cannon will ne'er break our reft. Battles der, &c. What fighs and what forrows have been on our plains, But now hostile fury is lull'd into Peace, And mifchiefs on land and the ocean will ceafe; Now plenty fhall lift up her head, and good cheer; IN DE A Arife fweet meffenger of morn Ah! Chloris, could I now but fit As charming Clara walk'd alone At the filent ev'ning hour E X. A cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall B Blow, blow ye winter's wind. Blythe Colin's bleft art Bleft as the immortal gods is he By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth By a murmuring stream a fair fhepherdess lay Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day 122 Come all ye young lovers who wan with despair Calm was the e'en, and clear was the sky Celia, by these smiling graces D Down in yon meadow a couple did tarry F Forth from my fad and darksome cell 13 guise 44 G God profper long our noble king Gay Damon long ftudied my heart to obtain H How dare you, bold Strephon, prefume thus to 65 115 15 17 Have you any pots or pans 19 Honeft man John Ochiltree 21 He that will not merry, merry be 24 How happy's the man that like you, Sir, ib. How pleasant a failor's life paffes 25 Hail, facred mufe, and vocal shell 33 Hail, Masonry! thou craft divine 48 Hark! away! 'tis the merry-ton'd horn How bleft has my time been! What joys have I known Hark! hark! it is peace who revifits the plain I In good king Charles's golden days If love's a fweet paffion why does it torment ? I have a green purse and a wee pickle gowd Love bids me go, but reafon bids me ftay Life is chequer'd-toil and pleasure 93 23 30 Let Masonry be now my theme Let matters of ftate difquiet the great: Let me fly into thy arms 47 61 86 Once more I'll tune the vocal fhell 12. 30% O Bell, thy looks have kill'd my heart On, on, my dear brethren, purfue the great lec 39: ture 48 O fay! what is that thing call'd light: 91 99 ΤΟΣ O how Peggy charms me On the banks of the fweet flowing Tay One morning young Roger accofted me thus P Polly, when your lips you join › R Rob's Jock came to woo our Jenny 109 140 118 122 85 59 S Stella, darling of the mufes Sound, found the mufic, found it Some love a woman for her wit Shall I wasting in despair So blythe as the linnet fings in the. Greenwood T The pawkey auld carle came o'er the lee To markets and fairs I do repair The meal was dear short fyne Thursday in the morn, the nineteenth of May The Chevalier, being void of fear. 'Twas Pope firft in vogue 'Twas fummer, and the day was fair The fweet rofy morning peeps over the hills The man that's contented is void of all care 'Twas at the fearful midnight hour 81 83 93 106 113 114 116 35 37 42 49 50 54 58 62 64 74 The globe of earth on which we dwell 80 The night her filent fable wore Thou rifing fun, whofe gladfome tay Twas paft twelve o'clock in a fine fummer morn ing There was a jolly beggar The fool that is wealthy is fure of a bride To the wood Robin red breaft is flown 92 97 ΤΟΥ 104 108 111 119 Tarrie woo, tarrie woo 120 There was a fair maiden, her name it was Gil lian 124 U Unhappy is the man W Wha wou'd na be in love We're gaily yet, and we're gaily yet |