Nor only do your lays o'er Britain flow, From this and the following volume, Mr. Thomson (who is allowed by all, to be a good teacher and finger of Scots fongs) cull'd his Orpheus Caledonius, the mufick for both the voice and flute, and the words of the Jongs finely engraven in a folio book, for the ufe of perfons of the highest quality in Britain, and dedicated to her royal highness, now her majesty our moft gracious queen. This by the by I thought proper to intimate, and do my Jelf that juftice which the publisher neglected; fince he ought to have acquainted his illuftrious lift of fubfcribers, that the most of the fongs were mine, the mufick abstracted. In my compofitions and collections, I have kept out all fmut and ribaldry, that the modeft voice and ear of the fair finger might meet with no affront; the chief bent of all my ftudies being, to gain their good graces: and it shall always be my care, to ward, off thefe frowns that would prove mortal to my mufe. Now, Now, little books go your ways; be affured of favourable reception wherever the fun shines on the free-born chearful Briton; fteal your felves into the ladies bofoms. Happy volumes! you are to live too as long as the fong of Homer in greek and english, and mixt your afbes only with the odes of Horace. Were it but my fate, when old and rufled, like you to be again reprinted, what a curious figure would I appear on the outmoft limits of time, after a thousand editions? happy volumes! you are fecure, but I muft yield; pleafe the ladies, and take care of my fame. In hopes of this, fearless of coming agé, I'll fmile thro' life; and when for rbime renown'd, I'll calmly quit the farce and giddy ftage, And fleep beneath a flow'ry turf full found. INDE X. Beginning with the First Letter of every Song. The SONGS mark'd C, D, H, L, M, O, &c. are new A A H, Chloe, thou treafure, thou joy, &c. Ah, Cloris, cou'd I now but fit As from a rock past all relief Auld Rob Moris that wins in yon glen And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy As walking forth to view the plain As early I walk'd on the firft of sweet May Page 37 41 50 56 63 65 69 70 72 95 96 106 143 147 184 As As I fat at my fpinning wheel A fouthland Jenny that was right bony 187 191 200 A cock laird fu cadgie As I came in by Tiviot fide 203 A nymph of the plain At fetting day and rifing morn 213 228 All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd 249 Ah! bright Bellinda, hither fly 254. Alexis fhunn'd his fellow fwains 259 A quire of bright beauties 274 As charming Clara walk'd alone 306 Amongst the willows on the grafs Away you rover Awake, thou faireft thing in nature A four reformation 349 355 76 81 82 105 117 Beauty from fancy takes its arms 120 Balow, my boy, ly ftill and fleep 130 Busk ye, busk ye, my bony bride 144 Blyth Jocky young and gay 164 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride 242 Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues Bleft as th' immortal Gods is he B By a murmuring ftream a fair fhepherdess lay By fmooth winding Tay a fwain was reclining By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth Come let's ha'e mair wine in Celestial muses tune your lyres Come fill me a bumper my jolly brave boys Come, Florinda, lovely charmer 27 31 52 127 171 172 221 Dear Roger, if your Jenny geck Dumbarton's drums beat bonny-O Duty and part of reafon 52 219 226 Defpairing befide a clear stream 268 Do not ask me, charming Phillis 310 Diogenes furly and proud 325 'Damon, if you will believe me 345 F Fy let us a' to the bridal Farewel to Lochaber, and farewel my Jean › For the fake of somebody Fair, fweet and young, receive a prize From rofy bowers, where fleeps the God of love 284 From grave leffons and reftraint Fair Amoret is gone aftray Gin meet a bony laffie ye G Gi'e me a lafs with a lump of land Go, go, go, go falfeft of thy fex begone 319 344 804 122 349 How |