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worthy friend, Dr. Bannerman tells me from America,
Nor only do your lays o'er Britain flow.
By dafles and Rinaldo both give way
FROM this and the following volume, Mr. Thomson (who is allowed by all, to be a good teacher and finger of Scots Songs), cullid bis Orpheus Caledonius, the mufick for both the voice and flute, and the words of the songs finely engraven in a folio book, for the use of perfons of the bigbest quality in Britain, and dedicated to the late Queen. This, by the by, I thought proper to intimale, and do my self that justice which the publisher neglected; since be ought to bavi acquainted bis illustrious list of subscribers, that the most of the fongs were mine, the musick abstracted.
'IN my compositions and colleations, I have kept out all smut and ribaldry, that the modeff voice and ear of the-fair-finger might meet will no affront; the chief bent of all my stue dies being, to gain their good graces : and it
ball always be my.care, to ward off these frowns that would prove mortal to my muje.
Now little books, go your ways ; be assured
I'll calmly quit the farce and giddy fage,
And seep beneath a flov'ry turf full found.
The Songs mark'd C, D, H, L, M, 0, &*c. are new
Words by different Hands; X, the Authors unknown ; 2, old Songs ; Q, old Songs with Additions.
Page H, Chloe, thou treasure, thou joy, &c. 34
A lovely lass to a friar came
Ah, Cloris, cou'd I now but fit
00 Ah! why those tears in Nelly's eyes
83 Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate
89 As I went forth to view the spring Adieu for a while my native green plains An I'll away to bonny Tweed lide
136 As early I walk'd on the first of sweet May 164. Altho' 'I be but a country lass
169 As I sat at my spinning wheel
171 Adieu the pleasant sports and plays
A southland Jenny that was right bonny
182 185 194 208 *225 230 234 247 273 274 281 283 304 gc6 309 315
340 354 355 372 377 390 397 397 417 419 430 436 445
17 24 35 66 71 75
329 331 423
Befly's beauties thine fae bright?
97 Bleft as the immortal gods is he
104 Beauty from fancy takes its arms
112 Balow, my boy, ly fill and sleep
I 20 Bask ye, busk ye, my bonny bride
133 Blyth focky young and gay
151. Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride 221 Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues
235 Bleft as th' immortal gods is he
287 Bacchus is a power divine
294 Belinda with affected mein
25 Celestial muses, tune your lyres
29 Come fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys 48 Confess thy love, fair blushing maid
118 Come Florinda, lovely charmer
294 Cupid, god of pleasing anguish
271 Celia, coo late you wou'd repent
303 Cupid, ease a love-fick maid
394 Come, love, let's walk by yonder spring
408 414 418