How can I busk à bonny bonny bride, O Yarrow fields, may never, never rain, The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, The boy took out his milk-white, milk-white fteed, But ere the toofal of the night, He lay a corpfe on the braes of Yarrows. Much I rejoic'd that woful, woful day, What can my barbarous, barbarous father do, My lover's blood is on thy fpear; How canft thou, barbarous man, then woo me? My happy fifters may be, may be proud, With cruel and ungentle fcoffing, May bid me seek on Yarrow's braes My lover nail'd in his coffin. My brother Douglas may upbraid, And ftrive with threat'ning words to move me; My lover's blood is on thy fpear, How canft thou ever bid me love thee? Yes, Yes, yes, prepare the bed, the bed of love, But who the expected husband, husband is? His hands, methinks, are bath'd in flaughter. Ah me! what ghaftly spectre's yon, Comes, in his pale fhroud, bleeding after? Pale as he is, here lay him, lay him down, Pale tho' thou art, yet beft, yet beft belov'd, Pale, pale indeed, O lovely, lovely youth! Return, return, O mournful, mournful bride, Return and dry thy ufelefs forrow, Thy lover heeds nought of thy fighs, He lies a corpfe in the braes of Yarrow. The End of the SECOND VOLUME. A COLLECTION O F CHOICE SONGS. 冬冬 When we bebold her angel face, Or when she fing's with heavenly grace, In what we hear and what we fee, How ravishing's the harmony! No charms like Celia's voice furprise, LANSDOWN. A SONG I. Nymph of the plain, Was addrefs'd to be kind: To his prayers fhe appear'd, Tho' himself he endear'd, In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet, If she would not comply, In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and sweet, As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet. While blushes like roses, With an ardour and grace, When he found he had mov'd, In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and sweet, When wak'd from the joy, In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and sweet, But how they fhall part, Now becomes all the smart, In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet, SE SONG H. End home my long ftray'd eyes to me, Which ah! too long have dwelt on thee; But if from thee they've learn'd fuch ill, To fweetly fmile, And then beguile, Keep the deceivers, keep them ftill. Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain ; But But if it has been taught by thine, To forfeit both Its word and oath, Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine. Yet fend me home my heart and eyes, And Thy love will fcorn, prove as falfe as thou art now. W SONG III. 7 Hilft I fondly view the charmer, Shape and feature, flame and paffion Mere idolatry of love : You may drefs a world of Chloes Foolish mortal, pray be easy, Were |