worthy friend, Dr. Bannerman tells me from America, Nor only do your lays o'er Britain flow. FROM this and the following volume, Mr. Thomfon (who is allowed by all, to be a good teacher and finger of Scots Songs) cull'd bis Orpheus Caledonius, the mufick for both the voice and flute, and the words of the fongs finely engraven in a folio book, for the use of perfons of the bigbeft quality in Britain, and dedicated to the late Queen. This, by the by, I thought proper to intimate, and do my felf that juftice which the publisher neglected; fince be ought to have acquainted his illustrious lift of fubfcribers, that the most of the fongs were mine, the mufick abstracted. IN my compofitions and collections, I have kept out all fmut and ribaldry, that the modeft voice and ear of the fair finger might meet with no affront; the chief bent of all my studies being, to gain their good graces and it fball always be my care, to ward off thefe frowns that would prove mortal to my muse. A 5 Not Now little books, go your ways; be affured • editions? Happy volumes! you are fecure, but I must yield; pleafe the ladies, and take care In hopes of this, fearless of coming age, I'll fmile thro' life; and when for rhime renown'd, INDEX. Beginning with the first Letter of every Song. The SONGS mark'd C, D, H, L, M, O, &c. are nev H, Chloe, thou treasure, thou joy, &c. Ah, Cloris, cou'd I now but fit As from a rock past all relief Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy As walking forth to view the plain Ah! why thofe tears in Nelly's eyes Ah! the fhepherd's mournful fate As I went forth to view the fpring Adieu for a while my native green plains An I'll away to bonny Tweed fide As I fat at my fpinning wheel A quire of bright beauties As charming Clara walk'd alone Amongst the willows on the grafs A four reformation As mufing I rang'd in a meadow alone Ah! woes me, poor Willy cry'd B. " 2.2 By a murmuring ftream a fair fhepherdefs lay By fmooth winding Tay a fwain was reclining By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth འ }་ Beffy's beauties fhine fae bright Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues 97 109 112 I 20 133 151 221 235 Bacchus is a power divine 287 Belinda with affected mein 294 By the fide of a great kitchen fire 310 Bacchus muft now his power refign 329 C. Blyth, blyth, blyth was the By mafon's art the aspiring dome Come let's ha'e mair wine in Celestial mufes, tune your lyres Come fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys Come Florinda, lovely charmer Come here's to the nymph that I love Cauld be the rebels caft Celia, let not pride undo you 201 Cupid, god of pleafing anguish 254 Cupid, eafe a love-fick maid Celia, too late you wou'd repent 271 308 Come, carles a' of fumblers ha' Come, neighbours, now we've made our hay 327 .332 Come let us prepare 357 Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her Caftom prevailing fo long 'mongst the great 362 387 Come, love, let's walk by yonder fpring Care away, gae thou frae me Come, lads, ne'er plague your heads Celia now my heart hath broke |