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DUM BAR TON'S Drums.
UMBARTON's Drums beat bonny-0,
When thy mind me of my dear Jonny-0,
When my soldier is by,
While guarded in his arms,
no wars alarms,
My love is a handsome laddiem,
Tho' commissions are dear,
Yet I'll buy him one this year ;
He minds no other thing
But the ladies or the king ;
every other care is but slavery-0.
Then I'll be the captain's lady,
I'll wait no more at home,
But I'll follow with the drum,
How happy shall I be,
When on my soldier's knee,
Auld lang syne.
Thefe are the noble hero's lot,
Obtain'd in glorious wars :
Thy arms about me twine,
As I was lang syne.
A thousand Cupids play,
Each object makes me gay:
With brighter beams do fine,
As they did lang syne.
Let that to their share fall,
While bounded like a ball :
brave head recline,
As we did lang syne.
You may pursue the chace,
All cares in thy embrace :
You shall be wholly mine ;
And laugh at lang syne.
And signs of generous love,
Bow'd to the pow’rs above :
Th' approach'd the sacred shrine ;
And put them out of pine.
The Lass of LIVINGSTON.
AIN'D with her slighting Jamie's love,
Bell dropt a tear · Bell dropt a tear,
Bleft days when our ingenuous sex,
• Why lov'd I thee, deserving swain,
- and seem too coy?
And seem too coy
Ye fair, while beauty's in its spring,
Thus the fair monrner wail'd her crime,
PEGGY, I must love thee.
S from a rock past all relief, AS
The shipwrackt Colin spying
Half sunk in waves, and dying :
With joy, and waits her motion.
So when by her whom long I lov'd,
I scorn'd was, and deserted,
To be for ever parted :
But virtue more engaging.
Then now fince happily I've hit,
I'll have no more delaying ;
We lofe ourselves in staying:
Since, Peggy, I must love thee.
Men may be foolish, if they please,
And deem't a lover's duty,
Doating on a proud beauty :
Since Peggy's far outshine them.
BESSY BELL and MARY GRAY.
They are twa bonny laffes,
And theek'd it o'er wi' rashes.
And thought I ne'er cou'd alter ; But Mary Grey's twa pawky een,
They gar my fancy falter.
Now Belly's hair's like a lint-tap;
She smiles like a May morning, When Phæbus starts frae Thetis' lap,
The bills with rays adorning : White is her neck, faft is her hand,
Her waste and feet's fu' genty ; With ilka grace she can command ;
Her lips, O wow ! they're dainty.
And Mary's locks are like a craw,
Her een like diamonds glances ; She's ay sae 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 fa gracefu' ftill,
O Jove, The's like thy Pallas.