And when of me his leave he tuik,

The tears they wat mine ee,

I gave tull him a parting luik, "My benifon gang wi' thee!

God fpeed the weil, mine ain dear heart,

For gane is all my joy;

My heart is rent fith we maun part,

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He was fae trim a boy,

Thair dyed the youth whom I lued beft,

My handfome Gilderoy.

Thus having yielded up his breath,

I bare his corpfe away,

Wi' tears, that trickled for his death,

I washt his comelye clay;

And fiker in a grave fae deep,
I laid the dear-lued boy,
And now for evir maun I weep,
My winfome Gilderoy.

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This beautiful addre's to conjugal loue, 4 ücretīne muz miglected by the ubertine majes, is printed in ime mistrz collections as a tranflation" from the ancient Brick anquage" bow truly I know not. See the Mujica M ̧nlang, vol. 6. 1731. 800.

WAY; let nought to love difpicating,

A My Winifreda, move your care;

Let nought delay the heavenly bleffing,
Nor fqueamish pride, nor gloomy fear.

What tho' no grants of royal donors

With pompous titles grace our blood?
We'll fhine in more substantial honors,
And to be noble we'll be good.

Our name, while virtue thus we tender,
Will fweetly found where-e'er 'tis spoke :
And all the great ones, they fhall wonder
How they refpect fuch little folk.

What though from fortune's lavish bounty

No mighty treasures we poffefs,

We'll find within our pittance plenty,

And be content without excefs.

Still fhall each returning season
Sufficient for our wishes give;

For we will live a life of reafon,
And that's the only life to live.

Through youth and age in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together tread;
Sweet-fmiling peace fhall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet-fmiling babes, our bed.

How should I love the pretty creatures,
While round my knees they fondly clung;
To fee them look their mother's features,
To hear them lifp their mother's tongue.

And, when with envy time tranfported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go a wooing with my boys.

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JEMMY DAWSON.

This ballad is founded on a remarkable fact that happe among the executions after the last rebellion in 1745 was awritten by the late WILLIAM SHENSTONE, IS joon after the event, and has been printed among his pofiimous averks, 2 vols. 8vo. It is here given from a copy, which contained jone fmall variations from that lay Briand

NOME liften to my mournful tale,
ve tender hearts, and lovers dear;

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Nor will you fcorn to heave a figh,
Nor will you blush to fhed a tear.

And thou, dear Kitty, peerlefs maid,
Do thou a penfive ear incline;

For thou canft weep at every woe,
And pity every plaint, but mine.

Young Dawson was a gallant youth,
A brighter never trod the plain;
And well he lov'd one charming maid,
And dearly was he lov'd again.

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