Now, now our care beguiling,.
When all the year looks fmiling,
When all the year looks fmiling,
With healthful harmony :

The fun in glory, glowing,
With morning-dew beftowing,
Sweet fragrance, life, and growing,
To flowers and every tree..

'Tis now the archers royal,
An hearty band and loyal,
An hearty band and loyal,

That in just thoughts agree.

Appear in ancient bravery,.
Defpifing all bafe knavery,

Which tends to bring in flavery

Souls worthy to live free.

Sound, found the mufic, found it,,
Fill up the glafs and round wi't,
Fill up the glafs and round wi't,.
Health and profperity

T' our great CHIEF and Officers,
T' our Prefident and Counsellors:
To all, who, like their brave forbears,
Delight in archery.

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,
Fair as the day, and always gay.
My Peggy is a young thing,
And I'm not very auld,
Yet well I like to meet her at
The wawking of the fauld.

My

My Peggy speaks fae sweetly,

Whene'er we meet alane,
I wish nae mair, to lay my care,
I wish nae mair of a' that's rare.
My Peggy speaks fae fweetly,
To a' the lave I'm cauld;
But the gars a' my fpirits glow
At wawking of the fauld.

-My Peggy fmiles fae kindly,
Whene'er I whisper love,

That look down on a' the town,
That I look down upon a crown.
My Peggy fmiles fae kindly,
It makes me blyth and bauld,
And naething gi'es me fic delight,,
As wawking of the fauld.

My Peggy fings fae faftly,
When on my pipe I play ;
By a' the reft it is confefs'd,
By a' the reft, that fhe fings beft..
My Peggy fings fae faftly,

And in her fangs are tald,
With innocence, the wale of fenfe,
At wawking of the fauld.

SANG II. Fy gar rub her o'er with ftrae..

D

Sung by Patie, p. 8.

Ear Roger, if your Jenny geck,
And anfwer kindness with a flight,,

Seem unconcern'd at her neglect,
For women in a man delight:
But them defpife who're foon defeat,
And with a fimple face give way
To a repulfe; then be not blate,
Pufh bauldly on, and win the day.

When

When maidens, innocently young,
Say aften what they never mean,
Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue,
But tent the language of their een.
If thefe
agree, and the perfift

To answer all your love with hate,
Seek elfewhere to be better blefs'd,
And let her figh when 'tis too late.

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 dawted bairn thus takes the pet,
Nor eats, tho' hunger crave,
Whimpers and tarrows at its meat,
And's laugh'd at by the lave;
They jeft it till the dinner's paft:
Thus by itfell abus'd,

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.
Laffes, when their fancy's carry'd,
Think of nought but to be marry'd ;
Running to a life deftroys

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
Sour weak filly fellows, that ftudy like fools
To fink their ain joy, and make their wives fnools?
The man who is prudent ne'er lightlies his wife,
Or with dull reproaches encourages ftrife;
He praises her virtues, and ne'er will abufe
Her for a small failing, but find an excuse.

SANG VI. Nancy's to the

green

Sung by Jenny, p. 15.

Yield, dear laffie, ye have won,
And there is nae denying,
That fure as light flows frae the fun,
Frae love proceeds complying;
For a' that we can do or fay

'Gainft love, nae thinker heeds us;

They ken our bofoms lodge the fae
That by the heart-ftrings leads us.

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
Strung a' up in a woody.
Bleft be he of worth and fenfe,
And ever high his station,
That bravely ftands in the defence
Of conscience, king, and nation.

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,
Nor rack the poor tenants, who labour
To rife aboon poverty:

Elfe, like the pack-horfe that's unfother'd,
And burden'd, will tumble down faint ;
Thus virtue by hardship is fmother'd,
And rackers aft tine their rent.

SANG IX. Carle and the King come.
Sung by Maufe, p. 21.

Eggy, now the king's come,

Thou may dance, and I shall fing,
Peggy, fince the king's come.
Nae mair the hawkies thou fhalt milk,
But change thy plaiding coat for filk,
And be a lady of that ilk,

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