On the table spread the cloth,

Let the knives be sharp and clean;
Pickles get of every fort,

And a fallad crifp and green:
Then with small beer and fparkling wine,
O ye gods! how I shall dine.

Who know no care, but how to share

Each day fucceffive pleasure !

Drink away, let's be gay,

Beggars ftill with blifs abound,

Mirth and joy ne'er can cloy,

Whilft the sparkling glass goes round.

First Woman.

A fig for gaudy fashions,

No want of cloaths oppreffes;

We live at ease with rags and fleas,

We value not our dreffes.

Drink away, &c.

Second Woman.

We fcorn all ladies washes,

With which they spoil each feature,

No patch or paint our beauties want,
We live in fimple nature.

Drink

away, &c.

No

Third Woman.

No colic, fpleen, or vapours,
At morn, or evening tease us;
We drink no tea, or ratafia;
When fick, a dram can eafe us.
Drink away, &c.

Fourth Woman.

That ladies act in private,

By nature's foft compliance;

We think no crime, when in our prime,
To kifs without a licence.

Like jolly beggar wenches,

Thus, thus we drown all forrow;

We live to-day, and ne'er delay

Our pleasure till to-morrow.

Drink away, &c.

II.

Oh! have you feen a lily pale,
When beating rains defcend?
So droop'd the flow-confuming maid,
Her life was near an end.

By Lucy warn'd, of flatt'ring fwains
Take heed, ye eafy fair,

Of vengeance due to broken vows,
Ye perjur'd fwains, beware.

II.

Three times, all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring;

And fhrieking at her window thrice,
The raven flapp'd his wing:
Too well the love-lorn maiden knew
The folemn boding found,
And thus in dying words befpoke,
The virgins weeping round;

IV.

"I hear a voice you cannot hear,
"Which fays I must not stay;
"I fee a hand you cannot fee,
"Which beckons me away.
"By a falfe heart and broken vows,
"In early youth I die;

"Was I to blame, because his bride

Was thrice as rich as I ?

V.

"Ah Colin! give not her thy vows,

"Vows due to me alone;

"Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kifs,

"Nor think him all thy own.

l'o-morrow in the church to wed,

Impatient both

prepare:

But know, fond maid, and know, false man,

"That Lucy will be there.

" Then

VI.

"Then bear my corfe, my comrades dear,
"This bridegroom blithe to meet;
"He in his wedding-trim fo gay,
"I in my winding-fheet."

She fpoke, fhe dy'd: her corfe was born,
The bridegroom blithe to meet;
He in his wedding-trim fo gay,
She in her winding-sheet.

VII

Then what were perjur'd Colin's thoughts!
How were these nuptials kept!
The bride's men flock'd round Lucy dead,
And all the village wept.
Confufion, fhame, remorfe, defpair,

At once his bofom fwell;

The damps of death bedew'd his brow,
He fhook, he groan'd, he fell.

VIII.

From the vain bride (ah bride no more!)
The varying crimson fled,

When stretch'd before her rival's corse,
She faw her husband dead.
Then to his Lucy's new-made grave,
Convey'd by trembling fwains,

One mold with her, beneath one fod,
For ever now remains.

IX.

Oft at his grave, the conftant hind,
And plighted maids are feen,
With garlands gay and true love-knots-
They deck the facred green.
But, fwain forfworn, whoe'er thou art,
This hallow'd spot forbear;

Remember Colin's dreadful fate,
And fear to meet him here.

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