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Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray?
Oh! tell me at noon where they feed ; Shall I seek them on sweet winding Tay,
Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed?
To the Tune of, Woe's my heart that we should sunder.
S Hamilla then my own? IS
O! the dear, the charming treasure : Fortune now in vain shall frown;
All my future life is pleasure. . See how rich with youthful grace,
Beauty warms her ev'ry feature ; Smiling heaven is in her face,
All is gay, and all is nature.
See what mingling charms arise,
Rosy smiles, and kindling blushes ; Love fits laughing in her eyes,
And betrays her secret wishes. Haste then from th' Idalian grove,
Infant smiles, and sports, and graces; Spread the downy couch for love,
And lull us in your sweet embraces.
Softest raptures, pure from noise,
This fair happy night surround us ; While a thousand spirilly joys
Silent Autter all around us.
Thus unsowrd with care or strife,
Heaven still guard this dearest blessing!
Madness 'tis for us to think,
And the wise are sway'd by chink. Fa, la, ra, &c.
Then never let vain cares oppress us,
Riches are to them a snare, We're ev'ry one as rich as Cræsus,
While our bottle drowns our care. Fa, la, ra, &c.
Wine will make us as red as roses,
And our sorrows quite forget : Come, let us fuddle all our noses,
Drink ourselves quite out of debt. Fa, la, ra, &c.
When grim death is looking for us,
We are toping at our bowls, Bacchus joining in the chorus;
Death be gone, here's none but souls. Fa, la, ra, &c.
Godlike Bacchus thus commanding,
Trembling death away fhall fly, Ever after understanding
Drinking fouls can never dy. Fa, la, ra, &c.
ARKEN and I will tell you how
Young Muirland Willie came to woo,
The truth I tell to you.
On his gray yade as he did ride,
Wi' meikle mirth and glee.
Goodman, quoth he, be ye within,
What answer gi' ye me?
Now, wooer, fin ye are lighted down,
On sic a lad as ye.
I have three owsen in a plough,
Besides, I had frae the great laird,
The maid put on her kirtle brown,
But blinkit bonnilie.
To win your love, maid, I'm come here,
need na fear,
The maiden blush'd and bing'd fu law,
As they twa cou'd agree.
Your doghter wad na say me na,
Say what'll ye gi' me wi' her ?
A kilnfu of corn I'll gi'e to thee,
Content, quo' he, a bargain be't,
The bridal day it came to pass,
Sic mirth was never seen.
And our bride's maidens were na few,
And blinkit bonnilie.
Sic hirdum, dirdum, and fic din,
Wi meikle mirth and glee.
their wames together mét, With a fal, &c.
The promis'd Joy.
To the Tune of, Carle and the King come.
HE N we meet again, Phely,
When we meet again, Phely,