Now, now our care beguiling,. The fun in glory, glowing, 'Tis now the archers royal, That in just thoughts agree. Appear in ancient bravery,. Which tends to bring in flavery Souls worthy to live free. Sound, found the mufic, found it,, T' our great CHIEF and Officers, The following SONGS fung in their proper places,. at acting of the Gentle Shepherd. [The pages referred to, are according to the edition printed for A. Donaldson, 1761.] SANG I. The wawking of the faulds. Sung by Patie, p. 4. M luft enter'd in her teens, Y Peggy is a young thing, Fair as the day, and fweet as May, My My Peggy speaks fae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, -My Peggy fmiles fae kindly, That look down on a' the town, My Peggy fings fae faftly, And in her fangs are tald, SANG II. Fy gar rub her o'er with ftrae.. D Sung by Patie, p. 8. Ear Roger, if your Jenny geck, Seem unconcern'd at her neglect, When When maidens, innocently young, To answer all your love with hate, T SANG III. Polwart on the Green. Sung by Peggy, p. 11. HE dorty will repent, If lover's heart grow cauld, And nane her fmiles will tent, Soon as her face looks auld. The fool thing is oblig'd to faft, Or eat what they've refus'd. SANG IV. O dear Mother, what fhall I do ? Sung by Jenny, p. 12. Dear Peggy, loves beguiling, We ought not to trust his fmiling Better far to do as I do, Left a harder luck betide you. Healome, free, and youthfu' joys. SANG.. SANG V. How can I be fad on my wedding-day? H Sung by Peggy, p. 13. OW fhall I be fad when a husband I hae, That has better fenfe than any of thae SANG VI. Nancy's to the green Sung by Jenny, p. 15. Yield, dear laffie, ye have won, 'Gainft love, nae thinker heeds us; They ken our bofoms lodge the fae wood gane. SANG VII. Cauld Kail in Aberdeen. Sung by Glaud or Symon, p. 17.. Auld be the rebels caft, bloody, I hope we'll fee them at the laft SANG SANG VIII. Mucking of Geordy's Byre.. Sung by Symon, p. 18. HE laird who in riches and honour TH Wad thrive, should be kindly and free, Elfe, like the pack-horfe that's unfother'd, SANG IX. Carle and the King come. Eggy, now the king's come, Thou may dance, and I shall fing, Now, Peggy, fince the king's come. SANG X. Winter was cauld, and my claithing was thin. WH Sung by Peggy and Patie, p. 26. PEGGY. Hen firft my dear laddie gade to the green hill. And I at ew-milking firft fey'd my young skill, To bear the milk-bowie, nae pain was to me, When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee. PATIE. When corn-riggs wav'd yellow, and blew hether-bells Bloom'd bonny on moorland and fweet-rifing fells, Nae |