IJI. To let her cows my clover taste, If Robin in his barn had hay? If ever Nanny loft a fheep, IV. I chearfully did give her two; And I her lambs did fafely keep Within my folds in froft and fnow: Have they not there from cold been free But Nanny ftill is cold to me. V. When Nanny to the well did come, Full as they were, I brought them home :) My back did bear the fack, but the To Nanny's poultry oats I vi. gave, I'm fure they always had the beft; VII. Muft Robin always Nanny woo, The B The Scullion's Complaint. Y the fide of a great kitchen-fire, II. But when it was fet in a difh, The proof of the pudding lies there. III: How foolish was I to believe, It was made for fo homely a clown ;" Or that it would have a reprieve From the dainty fine folks of the town? We labour that others may dine, IV.. What tho' at the fire I have wrought Thy knife and thy trencher refign; Ee 3 And 1 V. And you, my companions fo dear, Forbear at a pudding to rail, 'Tis mine ftill to want it below. VI. If while my hard fate. I sustain, Come fee how I lie on the ground: And forrow to fee how I dwell; And fay, when you grieve at my lot, Poor Colin lov'd pudding too well. VII. Then back to your meat you may go, WE The Hunter's Song. Hen betimes on the morn to the fields we repair, At the found of the horn all difturbance and care * See the excellent original, above, p. 242. of which this is the burlesque, Then II. Then Jouler did rear, hearing Tolier before, III. Then cafting about, we find her anew, IV. And when she turns weak, and her life's at the flake, We take care to make her a feizure; And foon as we kill, we recover at will, And home we return at our leifure. V. And when we come home, our kind loving dames With the beft of good chear can provide us; Good liquors abound, and healths go round, Till nothing that's bad can betide us. VI. Then we rife in a ring, we dance and we fing, B The jolly Bender. I. Acchus muft now his power refign, It is not fit that wretch fhou'd be In competition fet with me, Who can drink ten times more than he. II. Make a new world, ye powers divine, Let wine the only product be, Let IH. : Let wretched mortals vainly wear. Let the ambitious toil and think, The Hay-maker's Song. Ome, neighbours, now we've made our hay,, Drives to the west, With fports, with sports conclude the day; She's coming kind, Let not that moment pafs;. Then we'll tofs off our bowls, To true love and honour,, To all kind loving girls, And the lord of the manor.. At night when round the hall we fit, To chear our fouls, And raife, and raise a merry chat: Then we retreat, And that repeat Which all would gladly try; Then we'll tofs off our bowls, To true love and honour, To all kind loving girls, And the lord of the manor. Let |