S% Tamo Tanto. I. O much I love thee, O my treasure ! That my flame no bound does know : Oh! look upon your fwain with pleasure, For his pain fome pity fhow. II. Oh! my charmer, tho' I leave you, S The beautiful Singer. I. Inging charms the blefs'd above, Of heaven can show, Is that they both fing and love. Sweet WILLIAM'S Ghoft. I. Here came a ghoft to Margret's door, And ay he tirled at the pin, But anfwer made the none. O fweet Margret! O dear Margret ! I pray thee fpeak to me; Give me my faith and troth, Margret, V. Thy faith and troth thou's never get, Till that thou come within my bower, VI. If I fhou'd come within thy bower, I am no earthly man ; And shou'd I kifs thy rofy lips, VII. O fweet Margret! &c. as 4th flanza. VIII. Thy faith and troth thou's never get, Till you take me to yon kirk-yard, My IX. My bones are buried in yon kirk-yard, And it is but my fpirit, Margret, X. She ftretch'd out her lily-white hand, Hae there's your faith and troth, Willy, XI. Now he has kilted her robes of green And a' the live-lang winter-night XII. Is there any room at your head, Willy? Or any room at your fide, Willy, XIII. There's no room at my head, Margret ; There's no room at my fide, Mar'gret, XIV. Then up and crew the red red cock, XV. No more the ghost to Marg'ret said, Evanish'd in a cloud of mist, And left her all alone. XVI. Olay, my only true love, ftay, Wan grew her cheeks, the clos'd her een, Stretch'd her foft limbs, and dy'd. VOL. IV. Ee Great Great Lamentation for the Lofs of fweet SENISINO, I. S mufing I rang'd in the meads all alone, A beautiful creature was making her moan; Oh! the tears they did trickle full fast from her eyes : She pierc'd both the air and my heart with her cries. Oh! the tears, &c. 11. I gently requested the cause of her moan, III. Why, who is this mortal fo cruel, said I, IV. "Tis neither for man, nor for woman, said she, V. Perhaps, 'tis fome linnet, fome blackbird, faid I, Perhaps 'tis your lark that has foar'd to the sky; Come dry up your tears, and abandon your grief, I'll bring you another to give you relief. Come dry, &c. VI. No linnet, no blackbird, no fky-lark, faid fhe, Is fweeter than all the wing'd fongfters that fly. VII. Adieu, Farinelli, Cuzzoni likewise, The Virgin's Prayer. I. Upid, ease a love-fick maid, With equal ardour wound the fwain II. Let him feel the pleafing fmart, Ungrateful NANNY. I. ID ever fwain a nymph adore, Was ever fhepherd's heart fo fore, - II: If Nanny call'd, did e'er I ftay, Or linger when she bid me run? And all the with'd was quickly donę. Το |