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How can I busk à bonny bonny bride,
How can I bufk a winfome marrrow,
How loe him on the banks of Tweed,
That flew my love on the braes of Yarrow ?

O Yarrow fields, may never, never rain,
No dew thy tender bloffoms cover,
For there was vilely kill'd my love,
My love as he had not been a lover.

The boy put on his robes, his robes of
His purple veft, 'twas my awn sewing,
Ah! wretched me, I little, little knew,
He was in these to meet his ruin.

green,

The boy took out his milk-white, milk-white fteed,
Unheedful of my dole and forrow,

But ere the toofal of the night,

He lay a corpfe on the braes of Yarrows.

Much I rejoic'd that woful, woful day,
I fung, my voice the woods returning;
But lang ere night the fpear was flown
That flew my love, and left me mourning

What can my barbarous, barbarous father do,
But with his cruel rage pursue me?

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,
With bridal fheets my body cover,
Unbar, ye bridal maids, the door,
Let in the expected husband lover.

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,
O lay his cold head on my pillow;
Take aff, take aff these bridal weeds,
And crown my careful head with yellow.

Pale tho' thou art, yet beft, yet beft belov'd,
O could my warmth to life restore thee;
Yet lie all night between my breafts,
No youth lay ever there before thee.

Pale, pale indeed, O lovely, lovely youth!
Forgive, forgive fo foul a flaughter,
And lie all night between my breafts,
No youth shall ever lie thereafter.

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.

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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,
Except the mufic of her eyes.

LANSDOWN.

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SONG I.

Nymph of the plain,
By a jolly young fwain,
By a jolly young fwain,

Was addrefs'd to be kind:
But relentless I find

To his prayers fhe appear'd,

Tho' himself he endear'd,

In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet,
As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet.
How much he ador'd her,
How oft he implor'd her,
How oft he implor'd her,
I cannot express;
But he lov❜d to excess,
And fwore he would die,

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,
Which nature composes,
Which nature compofes,
Vermilion'd her face,

With an ardour and grace,
Which her lover improv'd,

When he found he had mov'd,

In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and sweet,
As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet.

When wak'd from the joy,
Which their fouls did employ,
Which their fouls did employ,
From her ruby warm lips,
Thousand odours he fips,
At the fight of her eyes
He faints and he dies,

In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and sweet,
As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet.

But how they fhall part,

Now becomes all the smart,
Now becomes all the smart,
Till he vow'd to his fair,
That to ease his own care,
He would meet her again,
And till then be in pain,

In a manner fo foft, fo engaging and fweet,
As foon might perfuade her his paffion to meet.

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,
That I may fee and know thy lies,
And laugh one day perhaps when thou
Shalt grieve for one

And

Thy love will fcorn,

prove as falfe as thou art now.

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SONG III.

7 Hilft I fondly view the charmer,
Thus the god of love I fue,
Gentle Cupid, pray difarm her,
Cupid, if you love me, do:
Of a thousand sweets bereave her,
Rob her neck, her lips, her eyes,
The remainder ftill will leave her
Power enough to tyrannize.

Shape and feature, flame and paffion
Still in every breaft will move,
More is fupererogation,

Mere idolatry of love :

You

may drefs a world of Chloes
In the beauties fhe can spare;
Hear him, Cupid, who no foe is
To your altars, or the fair.

Foolish mortal, pray be easy,
Angry Cupid made reply,
Do Florella's charms difplease you!
Die then, foolish mortal, die :
Fancy not that I'll deprive her
Of the captivating store;
Shepherd, no, I'll rather give her
Twenty thousand beauties more.

Were

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