On the Marriage of the R. H. Lord G- and Lady K- C.

A. SON G.

To the tune of, The highland laddie.

BRIGANTIUS.

OW all thy virgin-fweets are mine,

NOW

N And all the thining charms that grace thee :

My fair Melinda, come, recline.

Upon my breaft, while I embrace thee,
And tell without diffembling art,
My happy raptures in thy bofom :
Thus will I plant within thy heart,
A love that fhall for ever bloffom.

CHORUS.

the happy, happy, brave and bonny,Sure the gods well pleas'd behold ye; Their work admire, fo great, so fair, And well in all your joys uphold ye.

MELINDA.

No more I blush, now that I'm thine;
To own my love in tranfport tender,
Since that fo brave a man is mine,
To my Brigantius I furrender.
By facred ties I'm now to move
As thy exalted thoughts direct me ;
And while my fmiles engage thy love,
Thy manly greatness fhall protect ine.

the happy, c..

CHORUS.

BRIGANTIUS.

Soft fall thy words, like morning-dew,
New life on blowing flowers beftowing;

Thus kindly yielding makes me bow
To heaven, with grateful spirit glowing.

My honour, courage, wealth, and wit,
Thou dear delight, my chiefeft treasure;
Shall be employ'd as thou thinks fit,
As agents for our love and pleasure.

the happy, &c.

CHORUS..

MELINDA.

With my Brigantius I could live

In lonely cotts, beside a mountain, And nature's easy wants relieve

With fhepherds fare, and quaff the fountain... What pleases thee, the rural grove,

Or congrefs of the fair and witty, Shall give me pleasure with thy love, In plains retir'd or focial city.

O the happy, &c.

CHORUS..

BRIGANTIUS.

How sweetly canft thou charm my foul,
O lovely fum of my defires!
Thy beauties all my cares controul,
Thy virtue all that's good infpires..

Tune every inftrument of found,

Which all thy mind divinely raifes,

Till every height and dale rebounds,

Both loud and fweet, my darling's praifes..

O the happy, &c.

CHORUS.

MELINDA.

Thy love gives me the brightest shine,
My happiness is now completed,

Since all that's generous, great, and fine,
In my Brigantius is united;

For which I'll ftudy thy delight,

With kindly tale the time beguiling, And round the change of day and night, Fix throughout life a conftant smiling.

SONG.

To the tune of, Woes my heart that we should sunder..

A Dieu, ye pleafant fports and plays,

Farewell each fong that was diverting;

Love tunes my pipe to mournful lays,
I fing of Delia and Damon's parting.

Long had he lov'd, and long conceal'd
The dear, tormenting, pleasant paffion,
Till Delia's mildness had prevail'd
On him to fhew his inclination.

Juft as the fair-one feem'd to give
A patient ear to his love-ftory,
Damon muft his Delia leave,

To go in queft of toilfome glory.

Half-spoken words hung on his tongue,
Their eyes refus'd the ufual meeting;
And fighs fupply'd their wonted fong,
Thefe charming fouls were chang'd to weeping.

Dear idol of my foul, adieu :

Ceafe to lament, but ne'er to love me ;
While Damon lives, he lives for you,
No other charms fhall ever move me..

Alas! who knows, when parted far
From Delia, but you may deceive her
The thought deftroys my heart with care,
Adieu, my dear, I fear, for ever.

If ever I forget my vows,

May then my guardian angel leave me :

And more to aggravate my woes,

Be you fo good as to forgive me..

H.

O'er

O'er the hills and far away.

Ocky met with Jenny fair,

Jocky

Aft be the dawning of the day,
But Jocky now is fu' of care,
Since Jenny ftaw his heart away:
Altho' fhe promis'd to be true,
She proven has, alake! unkind;
Which gars poor Jocky often rue,
That he e'er loo'd a fickle mind.
And its o'er the hills and far away,
Its o'er the hills and far away,
Its o'er the hills and far away,
The wind has blown my plaid array.

Now Jocky was a bonny lad,
As e'er was born in Scotland fair;

But now, poor man, he's e'en gane wood,
Since Jenny has gart him defpair.

Young Jocky was a piper's fon,

And fell in love when he was young
But a' the fprings that he cou'd play,
Was o'er the hills and far away,

And its o'er the hills, &c.

He fung when firft my Jenny's face I faw, fhe feem'd fae fu' of grace, With meikle joy my heart was fill'd, 'That's now, alas! with forrow kill'd. Oh! was fle but as true as fair, "Twad put an end to my defpair, Inftead of that fhe is unkind, And wavers like the winter-wind.. And its d'er the hills, &c.

Ah cou'd fhe find the dismal wae,
That for her fake I undergae,
She cou'd nae chufe but grant relief,
And put an end to a' my grief:

Bu

But oh! fhe is as faufe as fair,
Which caufes a' my fighs and care;
But the triumphs in proud difdain,
And takes a pleasure in my pain.
And its o'er the hills, &c.

Hard was my hap, to fa' in love
With ane that does fae faithlefs prove.
Hard was my fate to court a maid,
That has my constant heart betray'd.
A thousand times to me the fware,
She wad be true for evermair;
But, to my grief, alake, I fäy,
She ftaw my heart and ran away,
And its d'er the hills, &c.

Since that she will nae pity take,
I maun gae wander for her fake,
And, in ilk wood and gloomy grove,
I'll fighing fing, Adieu to love
Since the is faufe whom I adore,
I'll never truft a woman more;
Frae a' their charms I'll flee away,
And on my pipe I'll fweetly play,
O'er bills and dales and far away,
Out o'er the hills and far away, I ↑
Out o'er the hills and far away,
The wind has blawn my plaid away.

JENNY NETTLES.

AW ye Jenny Nettles,

Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles,

Saw ye Jenny Nettles,

Coming frae the market; Bag and baggage on her back,

Her fee and bountith in her lap; Bag and baggage on her back,

And a babie in her oxter?