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The shepherd, in the flowery glen,
In shepherd's phrase will woo:
The courtier tells a finer tale,
But is his heart as true?

These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck
That spotless breast o' thine :
The courtiers' gems may witness love-
But 'tisna love like mine.

CHARMING MONTH OF MAY'.

IT was the charming month of May,
When all the flow'rs were fresh and gay,
One morning, by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe;

From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o'er the flow'ry mead she goes,
The youthful, charming Chloe.

CHORUS.

Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o'er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.

The feather'd people you might see
Perch'd all around on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody
They hail the charming Chloe;

1 Altered from an old English Song.

O PHILLY.

Till, painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Out-rivall'd by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Lovely was she, &c.

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O PHILLY.

TUNE-The Sow's Tail.

HE.

O PHILLY, happy be that day
When, roving through the gather'd hay,
My youthfu' heart was stown away,
And by thy charms, my Philly.

SHE.

O Willy, aye I bless the grove
Where first I own'd my maiden love,
Whilst thou didst pledge the Powers above
To be my ain dear Willy.

HE.

As songsters of the early year
Are ilka day mair sweet to hear,

So ilka day to me mair dear

And charming is my Philly.

SHE.

As on the brier the budding rose
Still richer breathes and fairer blows,

So in my tender bosom grows

The love I bear my Willy.

HE.

The milder sun and bluer sky,

That crown my

harvest cares wi' joy,

Were ne'er sae welcome to my eye

As is a sight o' Philly.

SHE.

The little swallow's wanton wing,
Tho' wafting o'er the flowery spring,
Did ne'er to me sic tidings bring,
As meeting o' my Willy.

HE.

The bee that thro' the sunny hour
Sips nectar in the opening flower,
Compar'd wi' my delight is poor,
Upon the lips o' Philly.

SHE.

The woodbine in the dewy weet,
When evening shades in silence meet,
Is nocht sae fragrant or sae sweet
As is a kiss o' Willy.

HE.

Let fortune's wheel at random rin,
And fools may tyne, and knaves may win;
My thoughts are a' bound up in ane,
And that's my ain dear Philly.

SHE.

What's a' the joys that gowd can gie!
I carena wealth a single flie;
The lad I love's the lad for me,

And that's my ain dear Willy.

CANST THOU LEAVE ME THUS.

TUNE-Roy's Wife.

CHORUS.

Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
Canst thou leave me thus, my Katy?
Well thou know'st my aching heart,
And canst thou leave me thus for pity?
Is this thy plighted fond regard,
Thus cruelly to part, my Katy?
Is this thy faithful swain's reward-
An aching, broken heart, my Katy?
Canst thou, &c.

Farewell! and ne'er such sorrows tear
That fickle heart of thine, my Katy!
Thou may'st find those will love thee dear-
But not a love like mine, my Katy.

Canst thou, &c.

CAN I CEASE TO CARE?

TUNE-Aye Wakin O.

CHORUS..

Long, long the night,
Heavy comes the morrow,
While my soul's delight
Is on her bed of sorrow.

CAN I cease to care?
Can I cease to languish,
While my darling fair

Is on the couch of anguish?
Long, &c.

VOL. II.

Every hope is fled,

Every fear is terror;
Slumber even I dread,

Every dream is horror.
Long, &c.

Hear me, Pow'rs divine!

Oh, in pity hear me !

Take aught else of mine,
But my Chloris spare me!
Long, &c.

EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION.

TUNE-Gillicrankie.

LORD A-TE.

He clench'd his pamphlets in his fist,
He quoted and he hinted,
Till in a declamation-mist,
His argument he tint it:

He gaped for't, he graped for't,

He fand it was awa, man;

But what his common sense came short,
He eked out wi' law, man.

MR. ER-NE.

Collected Harry stood awee,

Then open'd out his arm, man;
His lordship sat wi' ruefu' ee,

And ey'd the gathering storm, man :
Like wind-driv'n hail it did assail,
Or torrents owre a lin, man;
The Bench sae wise lift up their eyes,
Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man.

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