Ain'd with her flighting Jamie's love,
P Bell dropt a tear Bell dropt a tear;
The gods defcended from above,
'They heard the praises of the youth
Who now converted was to truth,
And thus fhe fung - and thus fhe fung.
Blefs'd days when our ingenious fex,
More frank and kind more frank and kind,
Did not their lov'd adorers vex ;
But spoke their mind
Repenting now, fhe promis'd fair,
Wou'd he return wou'd he return,
She ne'er again wou'd give him care,
Or cause him mourn
or caufe him mourn.
Why lov'd I thee, deferving fwain,
Yet still thought fhame yet fill thought fhame,
When he my yielding heart did gain,
to own my flame ? Why took I pleasure to torment,
And feem too coy and feem too coy?
Which makes me now, alas ! lament
My flighted joy my flighted joy.
Ye fair, while beauty's in its spring,
Own your defire own your defire,
While love's young power
with his foft wing
Fans up the fire fans up the fire,
O do not with a filly pride,
Or low defign or low defign,
Refufe to be a happy bride,
But anfwer plain but anfwer plain.
Thus the fair mourner wail'd her crime, With flowing eyes with flowing eyes. Glad Jamie heard her all the time,
With fweet furprife with fweet furprise.
Some god had led him to the
grove;
his mind unchang'd,
Flew to her arms, and cry'd, My love,
I am reveng'd I am reveng'd!
S from a rock paft all relief,
The fhipwrack'd Colin fpying
His native foil, o'ercome with grief,
Half funk in waves, and dying:
With the next morning-fun he fpies,
A fhip, which gives unhop'd furprise ;
New life fprings up, he lifts his eyes.
With joy, and waits her motion.
So when by her whom long I lov'd,
I fcorn'd was, and deferted,
Low with defpair my fpirits mov❜d,
To be for ever parted:
Thus droop'd I, till diviner grace
I found in Peggy's mind and face;
Ingratitude appear'd then base,
But virtue more engaging.
Then now fince happily I've hit,
I'll have no more delaying?
Let beauty yield to manly wit,
We lofe ourselves in ftaying:
I'll hafte dull courtship to a close,
Since marriage can my fears oppofe :*
Why should we happy minutes lofe,
Since, Peggy, I must love thee.
Men may be foolish, if they pleafe,
And deem't a lover's duty,
To figh, and facrifice their cafe,
Doting on a proud beauty :
Such was my case for many a year,
Still hope fucceeding to my fear;
Falfe Betty's charms now disappear,
Since Peggy's far outfhine them.
BESSY BELL and MARY GRAY.
Beffy Bell and Mary Gray,
They are twa bonny laffies,
They bigg'd a bower on yon burn-brae,
And theek'd it o'er wi' rafhes.
Fair Belly Bell I loo'd yeftreen,
And thought I ne'er could alter';
But Mary Gray's twa pawky een,
They gar my fancy falter.
Now Bey's hair's like a lint-tap;
She fmiles like a May morning,
When Phoebus ftarts frae Thetis lap,
The hills with rays adorning :
White is her neck, faft is her hand,
Her wafte and feet's fu' genty;
command;
Her lips, O wow! they're dainty.
Wih ilka grace The can
And Mary's locks are like a craw,
Her een like diamonds glances;
She's ay fae clean, redd up, and braw,
She kills whene'er fhe dances:
Blyth as a kid, with wit at will,
She blooming, tight, and tall is ;
And guides her airs fae gracefu' ftill,
O Jove, fhe's like thy Pallas.
Dear Belly Bell and Mary Gray,
Ye unco fair opprefs us;
Our fancies jee between you twa,
Ye are fic bonny laffes :
Wae's me! for baith I canna get,
To ane by law we're ftented;
Then I'll draw cuts, and take my fate,
And be with ane contented.
HO' for feven years and mair, honour fhou'd
To fields where cannons rair, thou need na grieve thee:
For deep in my fpirits thy fweets are indented;
And love fhall preserve ay what love has imprinted.
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee,
Gang the warld as it will, dearest, believe me.
O Jonny, I'm jealous whene'er ye discover
My fentiments yielding, ye'll turn a loose rover;
And nought i' the warld wad vex my heart fairer,
If you prove unconftant, and fancy ane fairer.
Grieve me, grieve me, oh, it wad grieve me!
A' the lang night and day, if you deceive me.
My Nelly, let never fic fancies opprefs ye,
For while my blood's warm, I'll kindly carefs ye:
Your blooming faft beauties first beeted love's fire,
Your virtue and wit make it ay flame the higher.
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee,
Gang the warld as it will, deareft, believe me..
Then, Jonny, I frankly this minute allow ye To think me your miftrefs, for love gars me trow ye;
And gin you prove faufe, to ye'rfell be it faid then,
Ye'll win but fma' honour to wrong a kind maiden.
Reave me, reave me, heavens! it wad reave me
Of my rest night and day, if ye deceive me.
Bid icefhogles hammer red gauds on the ftuddy,
And fair fimmer-mornings nae mair appear ruddy,
Bid Britons think ae gate, and when they obey ye,
But never till that time, believe I'll betray ye.
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee;
The ftarns fhall gang withershins ere I deceive thee.
My Deary, if you die.
Ove never more fhall give me pain,
My fancy's fix'd on thee;
Nor ever maid my heart fhall gain,
My Peggy, if thou die.
Thy beauties did fuch pleafure give,
Thy love's fo true to me ; Without thee I fhall never live, My deary, if thou die.
If fate fhall tear thee from my
How fhall I lonely ftray?
In dreary dreams the night I'll wafte,
In fighs the filent day.
I ne'er can fo much virtue find,
Nor fuch perfection see ;
Then I'll renounce all womankind,
My Peggy, after thee.
No new-blown beauty fires my heart
With Cupid's raving rage,
But thine which can fuch fweets impart,
Muft all the world engage.
"Twas this that like the morning-fun
Gave joy and life to me ;.
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