The laft Time I came o'er the Moor.
HE laft time I came o'er the moor,
I left my love behind me,
! what pain do I endure,
When foft ideas mind me ?
Soon as the ruddy morn display'd
The beaming day enfuing,
I met betimes my lovely maid,
In fit retreats for wooing.
Beneath the cooling fhade we lay,
Gazing and chastly sporting;
We kifs'd and promis'd time away,
Till night spread her black curtain.
I pitied all beneath the skies,
Ev'n kings when the was nigh me;
In raptures I beheld her eyes,
Which could but ill deny me.
Shou'd I be call'd where cannons roar,
Where mortal fteel may wound me;
Or caft upon fome foreign fhore,
Where dangers may furround me :
Yet hopes again to fee my love,
To feast on glowing kiffes,
Shall make my cares at diftance move,
In profpect of fuch bliffes.
In all my foul there's not one place
To let a rival enter:
Since the excels in every grace,
In her my love fhall center.
Sooner the feas fhall ceafe to flow,
Their waves the Alps fhall cover,
On Greenland ice fhall rofes grow,
Before I ceafe to love her.
The next time I go o'er the moor
She fhall a lover find me ;
And that my faith is firm and pure,
Tho' I left her behind me ;
Then Hymen's facred bonds fhall chain
My heart to her fair bofom,
There, while my being does remain,
My love more frefh fhall bloffom.
The Lafs of PE AT Y's Mill.
HE lafs of Peaty's mill,
So bonny, blyth and gay,
In fpight of all my skill,
Hath ftole my heart away.
When tedding of the hay
Bare-headed on the green,
Love 'midst her locks did play,
And wanton'd in her een.
Her arms, white, round and fmooth,
Breafts rifing in their dawn,
To age it would give youth,
To prefs 'em with his hand.
Thro' all my fpirits ran
An extafy of blifs,
When I fuch fweetnefs fand
Wrapt in a balmy kiss.
Without the help of art,
Like flowers which grace the wild,
She did her fweets impart,
When e'er fhe spoke or fmil'd.
Her looks they were fo mild,
Free from affected pride,
She me to love beguil'd,
I wish'd her for my bride.
O had I all that wealth
Hoptoun's high mountains fill,
Infur'd long life and health,
And pleafures at my will;
I'd promife and fulfill,
That none but bonny she,
The lafs of Peaty's mill,
Shou'd fhare the fame wi' me.
E watchful guardians of the fair,
Who skiff on wings of ambient air,
Of my dear Delia take a care,
And represent her lover
With all the gaity of youth,
With honour, juftice, love and truth;
'Till I return, her paffions footh,
For me, in whispers move her.
Be careful no base fordid slave,
With foul funk in a golden grave,
Who knows no virtue but to fave,
With glaring gold bewitch her.
Tell her, for me the was defign'd,
For
me, who know how to be kind,
And have mair plenty in my mind,
Than one who's ten times richer.
Let all the world turn upside down,
And fools run an eternal round,
In queft of what can ne'er be found,
To please their vain ambition.
Let little minds great charms espy,
In fhadows which at distance ly,
Whofe hop'd for pleasure, when come nigh,
Prove nothing in fruition.
But caft into a mold divine,
Fair Delia does with luftre fhine,
Her virtuous foul's an ample mine,
Which yields a conftant treasure.
Let poets, in fublimeft lays,
Employ their skill her fame to raise;
Let fons of mufick pafs whole days,
With well-tun'd reeds to please her.
The Yellow-bair'd Laddie.
N April, when primerofes paint the fweet plain,
And fummer approaching rejoiceth the swain;
The Yellow-bair'd Laddie would often times go
To wilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn trees grow.
There, under the fhade of an old facred thorn,
With freedom he fung his loves ev'ning and morn:
He fang with fo faft and inchanting a found,
That Silvans and Fairies unfeen danc'd around.
The fhepherd thus fung, Tho' young Maya be fair, Her beauty is dafh'd with a fcornfu' proud air; But Sufie was handfome, and fweetly could fing, Her breath like the breezes perfum'd in the fpring.
That Madie in all the gay bloom of her youth, Like the moon was unconftant, and never spoke truth : But Sufie was faithful, good-humour'd and free, And fair as the Goddefs who fprung from the fea.
That mama's fine daughter with all her great dow'r, Was aukwardly airy, and frequently fowr: Then, fighing, he wished, would parents agree, The witty fweet Sufie his miftrefs might be.
HILE fome for pleasure pawn their health,
'Twixt Lais and the Bagnio,
I'll fave myself, and without ftealth,
Kifs and carefs my Nanny-O.
She bids more fair t' engage a Jove
Than Leda did or Danae-0.
Were I to paint the queen of love,
None else should fit but Nanny-0.
How joyfully my fpirits rife,
When dancing the moves finely-O,
I guess what heaven is by her eyes,
Which sparkle fo divinely-O.
Attend my vow, ye Gods, while I
Breathe in the blest Britannia,
None's happiness I fhall envy,
As long's ye grant me Nanny-Q.
OVE's Goddess in a myrtle grove,
Said, Cupid, bend thy bow with speed,
Nor let the fhaft at random rove,
For Jeany's haughty heart must bleed.
The fmiling boy, with divine art,
From Paphos fhot an arrow keen,
Which flew, unerring, to the heart,
And kill'd the pride of bonny Jean.
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