Which foon I'll read in her bright, Eyes,
With thofe dear Agents I'll advife,
They tell the Truth when Tongues tell Lies,
The leaft believ'd by me.
SONG CCCIV. Rantin roaring Willie.
Mary! thy Graces and Glances,
Thy Smiles fo chichantingly gay,
And Thoughts fo divinely harmonious,
Clear Wit and good Humour display.
But fay not thoul't imitate Angels
Ought farrer, tho' fcarcely, ah me!
Can be found equalizing thy Merit,
A Match amongt Mortals for thee.
Thy many fair Beauties thed Fire's
May warm up ten thousand to love,"
Who defpairing, may fly to fome other,
While I may despair, but ne'er rove.
What a Mixture of Sighing and Joys."
This diftant adoring of thee,
Gives to a fond Heart too afpiring,
Who loves in fad Silence like me?
Thus looks the poor Beggar on Treasure,
Ship-wreck'd on Landskips on Shore:
Be ftill more divine, and have Pity;
I die foon as Hope is no more.
For, Mary, my Soul is thy Captive,
Nor loves,
Thy Beautiespects to be free;
Fetters delightful,
Thy Slavery's a Pleafure to me.
SONG CCCV. This is no, &c,
His fe do mine, ain Houfe,
I ken by the Rigging o't;
Since with my Love I've changed Vows,
I dinna like the Bigging o't.
For now that I'm young Robie's Bride,
And Mistress of His Fire fide,
ne ain, Houfe I'll like to guide,
And, please met with the Trigging o'ts
Then farewel to my Father's House,
I gang where Love invites me;
The ftrictest Duty this allows,
When Love with Honour meets me.
When Hymen moulds us into ane,
My Robie's nearer than my Kin,
And to refuse him were a Sin,
Sae lang's he kindly treats me.
When I'm in mine ain Houfe,
True Love fhall be at hand ay,
To make me ftill a prudent Spouse,
And let my Man command ay;
Avoiding ilka Caufe of Strife,
The common Peft of married Life,
That makes ane wearied of his Wife,
And breaks the kindly Band ay.
SONG CCCVI. Fint a Crum, &e. Eturn hameward, my Heart, again,
And bide where thou was wont to be, Thou art a Fool to fuffer Pain
For love of ane that loves not thee:
My Heart, det bet fic Fantafie,
Love only where thou haft good Caufe;
Since Scorn and Fiking ne'er agrée,
The fint a Crum of thee the faws.
To what Effect 'fhould thou be thrall?
Be happy in thine ain free Will,
"My Heart be never beastial,
But ken who does thee good or ill?
Athame with me then tarry still,
And fee wha can beft play their Paws,
And let the Filly fling her Fill,
For fint a Crum of thee the faws.
Tho' fhe be fair, 'I will not fenzie,
She's of a Kind with mony mae;
For why, they are a Felon Menzie
That feemeth good, and are not fae.
My Heat, take neither Sturt por Wee
For Meg, for Marjory, or Maufe,
But be thou blyth, and let her gae,"
For fint a Crum of thee the faws.
Remember how that, Medeaani katy
Wild for a Sight of Jafon yied, M26
Remember how young Creffida
Left Troilus for Diomede;
Remember Helen, as we read,
Brought Troy from unto bair Waws:
Then let her where the may speed,
For fint a Crum of thee the faws.
Because the faid I took it ill,
For her Depart my Heart was fair, on sel But was beguil'd; gae where the will
Befhrew the Heart that first takes Care But be thou merry late and air,,498. This is the final End and Claufe,
And let her feed and fooly fair,
For fint a Crum of
Ne'er dunt again within my Breast,
Ne'er let her Slights thy Courage fpill,
Nor gie a Sob, althoi faefneeft,
She gecks as gift gets her Will.
When the glaicks paughty in her Braws;
Now let her nirt and fyke her fill,
For fint a Crum of thee the faws.
SONG CCCVII. Sae merry as, &c.
OW Phoebus advances on high,
Nae Footsteps of Winter are feen;
The Birds catrol fweet in the Sky
And Lambkins dance Reels on the Green.
Thro' Plantings by Burnies fae clear,
We wander for Pleafure and Health,
Where Buddings and Bloffoms appear,
Giving Profpects of Joy and Wealth.
View ilka gay Scene all around,
That are and that promise to be; ALM
Yet in them a naithing is found,
Sae perfect, Eliza, as thee.
Thy Een the clear Fountains excel,
Thy Locks they out-rival the Grove;
When Zephyrs thofe pleafingly fwell,
Ilk Wave makes a Captive to Love,
The Rofes and Lilies combin'd,
And Flowers of moft delicate Hue,
By thy Cheeks and dear Breafts are out fhin'd,
Their Tinctures are naithing fae true.
What can we compare with thy Voice?
And what with thy Humour fae sweet?
Nae Mufick can blefs with fic Joys;
Sure Angels are juft fae complete.
Fair Bloffom of ilka Delight,
Whofe Beauties ten thousand out-fhine;
Thy Sweets fhall be lafting and bright,
Being mixt with fae many divine,
Ye Pow'rs who have given fic Charms
To Eliza, your Image below,
O fave her frae all human Harms!--
And make her Hours happily flow.
SONG CCCVIII. My Dady forbad.
Hen I think on my Lad,
W1 figh and am fad,
For now he is far frae me.
My Dady was harsh,
My Minny was warfe,
That gart him gae yont the Sea,
Without an Estate,
That made him look blate,
And yet a brave Lad is he.
Gin fafe he come hame,
In fpite of my Dame,
He'll ever be welcome to me.
Love fpeers nae Advice
Of Parents o'er wife,
That have but ac Bairn like me,
That looks upon Cafh.
As naithing but Trash,
That fhackles what should be free.
And tho' my dear Lad
Not ae Penny had,
Since Qualities better has he;
Albeit I'm an Heiress,
I think it but fair is,
To love him, fince he loves me.
Then, my dear Jamie,
To thy kind Jeanie,
Haffe, hafte thee in o'er the Sea,
To her wha can find
Nae Eafe in her Mind,
Without a blyth Sight of thee.
Tho' my Daddy forbad,
And my Minny forbad,
Forbidden I will not be;
*For fince thou alone
My Favour haft won,
Nane else shall e'er get it for me,
'Yet then I'll not grieve,
Or without their Leave
Gi'e my Hand as a Wife to thee:
Be content with a Heart,
That can never defert,
Till they ceafe to oppose, or be.
My Parents may prove
Yet Eriends to our Love,
When our firm Refplves they fee:
Then I with Pleasure
Will yield up my Treasure,
And a' that Love,orders to thee..
SONG CCCIX. › Steer her, &c.
Steer her and had her gawn,
up,
Her Mither's at the Mill, Jo;
But gin the winna tak a Man,
en let her tak her Will, «Jo.
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