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Bacchus is a power divine

Belly's beauties fhine fae bright
Bleft as the immortal gods is he
Beauty from fancy takes its arms
Balow, my boy, ly ftill and fleep
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bride
Blyth Focky young and gay

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride

Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues

Bleft as th' immortal gods is he

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Belinda with affected mein

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By the fide of a great kitchen fire

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Blyth, blyth, blyth was the

Bacchus muft now his power refign

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By mafon's art the aspiring dome

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Come fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys

Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear

Come let's ha'e mair wine in

Celeftial muses, tune your lyres

Confefs thy love, fair blufhing maid

Come Florinda, lovely charmer

Come here's to the nymph that I love

Cauld be the rebels caft

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Care away, gae thou frae me

Come, lads, ne'er plague your heads
Can love be controul'd by advice
Celia now my heart hath broke

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Farewell, my bonny, witty, pretty Maggy

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From rofy bowers, where fleeps the god of love 256

From grave leffons and reftraint

Fair Amoret is gone aftray

From White's and Will's

Flutt'ring spread thy purple pinions

Falfe tho' fhe be to me and love

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Gin ye meet a bonny laffie

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Gi'e me a lafs with a lump of land

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Go, go, go, go falfeft of thy fex begone

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Gently touch the warbling lyre

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Gently ftir and blow the fire

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Good madam, when ladies are willing
Good people, draw near

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How sweetly smells the fimmer green
Hear me, ye nymphs, and every swain
Hearken, and I will tell you how
How blyth ilk morn was I to fee
Happy's the love which meets return

Honeft man John Ochiltree

Have you any pots or pans

How happy is the rural clown

How fhall I be fad when a husband I hae

Hid from himself now by the dawn

Here are people and sports

How happy are we

Here's a health to the king, and a lafting peace

He that will not merry merry be

Hark how the trumpet founds to battle

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He, who for ever

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How happy a ftate does the miller poffefs

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How bleft are beggar-laffes

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Having spent all my time

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How pleasant a failor's life paffes

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Happy the world in that bleft age

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Hark! away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn

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How happy are we

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Hey! my kitten, a kitten

Is Hamilla then my own

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In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er
In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain

I will awa' wi' my love

Focky faid to Jeany, Jeany, wilt thou do't
In winter when the rain rain'd cauld
It was the charming month of May
If love's a fweet paffion why does it torment
In January laft

I tofs and tumble thro' the night

I have a green purfe and a wee pickle gowd

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Jocky met with Jenny fair
Jocky fou, Jenny fain

I was anes a well tocher'd lafs
I yield, dear laffie, you have won
I'll range around the fhady bowers
In this grove my Strephon walkt
Jolly mortals, fill your glaffes
I'll fail upon the dog-ftar

If the be not kind as fair

In fpite of love at length I've found

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It was in and about the Martinmas time

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I thank thee, my friend

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I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink 368

I once was a poet at London

If heaven, its bleffings to augment

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In yonder town there wons a May

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I'll fing you a ditty, and warrant it true

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I had a heart, that now does heartless gaè
In ancient times, in Britain's ifle

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If Phillis denies me relief

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Let's be jovial, fill our glaffes
Look where my dear Hamilla fmiles
Leave kindred and friends, sweet Betty
Laffie, lend me your braw hemp heckle
Love's goddess in a myrtle grove
Love never more fhall give me pain
Late in an evening forth I went
Let meaner beauties ufe their art
Laft Sunday at St. James's pray'rs

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Love, thou art the beft of human joys

Let foldiers fight for prey or praise

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Leave off your foolish prating

Leander on the bay

Little fyrene of the ftage

Let's drink, my friends, while here we live

Let matters of ftate

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Let us drink and be merry, dance joke and rejoice 424

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My Jocky blyth for what thou has done

My mither's ay gloran o'er me

My fweeteft May, let love incline thee

My dear and only love, I pray

March, march

My Patie is a lover

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My Jeany and I have toil'd

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My foger laddie

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My Peggy is a young thing

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My days have been fo wond'rous free

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Maiden fresh as a rofe

My friend and I

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My Chloe, why do ye flight me

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My dear miftrefs has a heart

May the ambitious ever find
My goddefs Lydia, heavenly fair
My dearest maid, fince you defire
Man may efcape from rope and gun
My love was fickle once and changing

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Now wat ye wha I met yeftreen
Now the fun's gane out o' fight
Now Phoebus advances on high
Now fpring begins her fmiling round
Now all thy virgin-fweets are mine
Now from rufticity, and love
Now God be wi' old Symon

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