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listen with pleasure to tunes that they know, and can join with in the chorus. Say that our way is only an barmonious Speaking of merry, witty, or soft thoughts, after the poet bas dress’d them in four or five stanzas ; yet undoubtedly these must relish best with people, who have not bestowed much of their time in acquiring a taste for that downright perfeet mufick, which requires none, or very little of the poet's afstance.

MY being well assured, how acceptable new words to known good tunes would prove, engaged me to the making verses for above fixty of tbem, in this and the second volume : about tbirty more were done by some ingenious young gentlemen, who were so well pleased with my undertaking, that they generously lent me their afijtance ; and to them the lovers of sense and mufick are obliged for fome of the best songs in the collection. The rest are such old verses as bave been done time out of mind, and only wanted to be cleared from i be dross of blundering transcribers and printers; such as, The Gaberlunzie man, Muirland Willy, &c. that claim their place in our collection, for their merry images of the low character. THIS eleventh edition in a few years,

and the general demand for the book by persons of all ranks, wherever our language is understood, is a sure evidence of its being acceptable. My


worthy friend, Dr. Bannerman tells me from America,

Nor only do your lays o'er Britain flow.
Round all the globe your happy fonnets go ;
Here thy soft verse, made to a Scottish air,
Are often sung by our Virginian fair.
Camilla's warbling notes are heard no more,
But yield to Last time I came o'er the moor ;
Hydaspes and Rinaldo both give way
To Mary Scot, Tweed-fode, and Mary Gray.

FROM this and the following volume, Mr. Thomson (who is allowed by all, to be a good teacher and singer of Scots Songs) cullid bis Orpheus Caledonius, the musick for both the voice and fute, and the words of the songs finely engraven in a folio book, for the use of perfonis of the highest quality in Britain, and dedicated to the late Queen. This, by the by, I thought proper to intimate, and do my self that justice which the publisher neglected; since be ought to have acquainted bis illustrious list of subscribers, that the most of the songs were mine, the musick abstracted.

IN my compositions and colle&tions, I have kept out all smut and ribaldry, that the modest voice and ear of the fair singer might meet will no affront; the chief bent of all my studies being, to gain their good graces : and it Sall always be my care, to ward off these frowns that would prove mortal to my muse.


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Now little books, go your ways ; be assured
of favourable reception wherever the sun shines
on the free-born chearful Briton ; steal your
selves into the ladies bosoms. Happy volumes !
you are to live too as long as the song of Ho-
mer in Greek and English, and mix your asbes
only with the odes of Horace. Were it but my

faie; when old and rufled, like you to be again

reprinted, what a curious figure would I appear

on the utmost limits of time, after a thousand

editions ? Happy volumes ! you are secure, but

I must yield; please the ladies, and take care,

of my fame.

In hopes of this, fearless of coming age,

I ll smile throlife; and when for rhime renown'd,
I'll calmly quit the farce and giddy ftage,

And sleep beneath a flow'ry turf full found.

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I N D E X.

Beginning with the first Letter of every Song.

The SONGS mark'd C, D, H, L, M, O, &c. are nevi

Words by different Hands ; X, the Authors unknown ;
Z, old Songs ; Q, old Songs with Additions.





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H, Chloe, thou treasure, thou joy, &c.

34 A lovely lass to a friar came

Ah, Cloris, cou'd I now but fit
As from a rock past all relief
Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen
As Sylvia in a forest lay
And I'll o'er the moor to Maggy

64 At Polwart on the green

65 As walking forth to view the plain

60 Ah! why chose tears in Nelly's eyes

88 Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate

89 As I went forth to view the spring

98 Adieu for a while

my native

green plains An I'll away to bonny Tweed fide As early I walk'd on the firit of sweet May 164 Altho' I be but a country lass

169 As I sat at my spinning wheel

171 Adieu the pleasant sports and plays

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A southland Jenny that was right bonny
As I came in by Tiviot fide
A cock laird fu cadgie
At fecuing day and rising morn
A nymph of the plain
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd
Ah! bright Belinda, hither fly
Alexis thunn'd his fellow swains
A quire of bright beauties
As charming Clara walk'd alone
Amongit the willows on the grass
A trifling fong ye shall hear
As the snow in valleys lying
Awake, thou fairest thing in nature
Away you rover
A four reformation
As musing I rang'd in a meadow alone
All you that wou'd refine your blood
As down in the meadows I chanced to pass
A cobler there was, and he liv'd in a stall
As I am a friend
Ah! woes me, poor Willy cry'd
As tippling John was jogging on
As after noon, on summer's day
Alexis, how artless a lover
A maid is like the golden oar
A fox may steal your hens, fir
As Dolly was milking of the cows
A woman's ware like china
Aflift your voi'ry, friendly nine

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By a murmuring stream a fair shepherdess lay
Blate Jonny faintly teld fair Jean his mind
Bright Cynthia's power divinely great
By Imooth winding Tay a swain was reclining
Beneath a beech's grateful shade
By the delicious warmness of thy mouth
Beneath a green shade I fand a fair maid

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