But now he lets't wear ony gate it will hing, IX. And now he gaes drooping about the dykes, X. Were I young for thee, as I hae been, We fhou'd hae been galloping down on yon green, And wow gin I were but young for thee. W Kind ROBIN lo'es me, ROBIN. bofom prefs'd, Hilft I alone your foul poffefs'd, When kind Jeany lo'ed me! Hey ho Jeany, quoth he, Kind Robin lo'es thee. JEANY. Whilft you ador'd no other fair, When kind Robin lo'ed me! Hey ho Robin, &c. ROBIN., Katy now commands my heart, Kate who fings with fo much art, Whofe life to fave with mine I'd part ; For kind Katy loves me. Hey bo Jeany, &c. JEANY, JEANY. Paty now delights mine eyes, Hey bo Robin, &c. ROBIN. What if I Kate for thee difdain, Hey bo Jeany, &c. JEANY. Tho' Paty's kind, as kind can be, And thou more ftormy than the fea, I'd chufe to live and die with thee, If kind Robin lo'es me. Hey ho Robin, &c. O my heavy Heart! Tune of, The Broom of Cowdenknows. I. My heart, my heavy, heavy heart, Swells as 'twou'd burst in twain ! No tongue can e'er describe its smart ; Nor I conceal its pain.. II. Blow on, ye winds, defcend, foft rains, To footh my tender grief: Your folemn mufic lulls my pain, O my heart, &c. III. In fome lone corner would I fit, Retir'd from human kind; Since mirth, nor fhow, nor fparkling wit, Can ease my anxious mind. C my Ff2 The 2 IV. The fun which makes all nature gay, And in dark shades I pafs the day, O my heart, &c. V. I The sparkling ftars which gaily fhine, O my heart, &c. VI. The gods themselves their creatures love, O learn of them, and bless the nymph Who only you adore. O my heart, &c. VII. The strongest paffion of the mind, The greatest blifs we know, Arifes from fuccessful love, If not the greatest wo. O my heart, &c. Bellafpelling. I.. LL you that would refine your blood, A As pure as fam'd Lewelling, By water clear, come every year, Tho' pox or itch your fkin enrich 'Twill clear your fkin, ere you have been II. Tho' ladies cheeks be green as leeks, The The futty brown just come from town, III. Our ladies are as fresh and fair We muft fubmit as they think fit, The reafon's plain, the ladies reign IV. By matchlefs charms and conquering arms, Cold water turns to fire, and burns, The happy ftream where a fair dame V. Fine beaux advance, equipt for dance, No politics, or fubtile tricks, No man his country felling; We eat and drink, and never think, VI. The pain'd in mind, the puff'd with wind, They all come here pell-mell in, And they are fure to find a cure By drinking Bellafpelling. Tho' dropfy fill you to the gill, Pour in, pour out, you need not doubt A cure at Bellafpelling. Ff3 Death VII. Death throws no darts in these good parts, VIII. Good cheer, good air, much joy, no care, Within this bound we all fleep found, Here all you fee, both he and fhe, My rhyme is gone, I think I've done, But fince we're here to heaven fo near, The wandering Beauty. I. HE graces and the wandering loves To chafe the fawns, or in the groves With their bright miftrefs there they ftray, Who turns their careless eyes From daily victories; yet each day And conquers, &c. But |