- VII.

I'll make a hap to my Johny Faa,
And I'll make a hap to my deary,
And he's get a' the coat gaes round,

And my Lord fhall nae mair come near me.

VIII.

And when our Lord came hame at een,
And fpeir'd for his fair lady,

The tane the cry'd, and the other reply'd,
She's away with the gypfie laddie.

IX.

Gae faddle to me the black black steed,
Gae faddle and make him ready;
Before that I either eat or fleep,

I'll gae feek my fair lady.

X.

And we were fifteen well-made men,

Altho' we were na bonny:
And we were a' put down for ane,
A fair young wanton lady.

Old CHIRON.

LD Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles,
I'll tell thee, young gentleman, what the fates
will is:

You, my boy, must go,

(The gods will have it fo)
To the fiege of Troy;

Thence never to return to Greece again,
But before thofe walls to be flain.

II.

Let not your noble courage be caft down,
But all the while you lie before the town,
Drink and drive care away, drink and be merry:
You'll ne'en go the fooner to the Stygian ferry.

Bottle

When my laddie came in,
The little wee starnies
Flew ay frae my een;

And the fweat it dropt down

Frae my very eye-brie,

And my heart play'd ay

Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie, pattie.

III.

I wift not what ail'd me,
When I went to my bed,

I toffed and tumbled,
And fleep frae me fled.
Now its fleeping and waking

He is ay in my eye;

And my heart play'd ay

Dunt, dunt, dunt, pittie, pattie.

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ROGER and DOLLY.

S Dolly was milking of the cows,

Young Roger came tripping it over the plain,
And made unto her moft delicate bows,
"And then he went tripping it back again.
My pretty fweet Roger, come back again,
My pretty fweet Roger, come back again;
For it is your company that I do lack,
Or elfe my poor heart will burft in twain.
I winna come back, nor I canna come back;
I wonot, I cahnot; no, no, not I:
And if 'tis my company that you do lack,
You may lack it until the day you die.

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Oh!

Oh! do you not mind the curds and cream,
And many a bottle of good March beer?
When you was going along with your team'?
And then it was Dolly my own fweet dear.

But I winna come back, nor I canna come back, &c.

The Invocation.

I.

YE powers that o'er mankind prefide,

And pity human woes,

My fteps to fome retirement guide,
That no difturbance knows.

Ye powers, &c.

II.

There let my foul forget her pain,
Reftor'd to blissful peace again;
Nor e'er refign the calm retreat,
To feel the forrows of the great,
To feel the forrows of the great.

The Virgin's Choice.

I.

7Irgins, if e'er at laft it prove
My destiny to be in love,

Pray with me this good fate :
May wit and prudence be my guide,
And may a little decent pride
My actions regulate,

II.

If e'er I an amour commence,
May it be with a man of fenfe,
And learned education ;

May all courtship easy be,

Neither too formal, nor too free,

But wifely fhew his paffion.

May

III.

May his eftate be like to mine,
That nothing look like a defign
To bring us into forrow.
Grant me but this that I have faid,
And willingly I'll live a maid
-No longer than to-morrow.

W

Still he's the Man.

I.

'Hat woman cou'd do, I have try'd to be free,
Yet do all I can,

I find I love him, and tho' he flies me,

Still, ftill, he's the man.

They tell me at once, he to twenty will fwear:
When vows are fo fweet, who the falfehood can fear?
So when you have faid all you can,
Still, ftill he's the man.

II.

I caught him once making love to a maid,
When to him I ran,

He turn'd, and he kifs'd me, then who cou'd upbraid
So civil a man?

The next day I found to a third he was kind,
I rated him foundly, he fwore I was blind;
So let me do what I can,

All the world bids me beware of his art:
I do what I can ;

But he has taken fuch hold of my heart,
I doubt he's the man!

So fweet are his kiffes, his looks are fo kind,
He
may have his faults, but if none I can find,

Who can do more than they can,

He, ftill is the man.

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