Bacchus is a power divine Belly's beauties fhine fae bright Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues Bleft as th' immortal gods is he 97 109. 112 120 133 151 221 235 287 Belinda with affected mein 294 By the fide of a great kitchen fire 310 Blyth, blyth, blyth was the Bacchus muft now his power refign 329 331 By mafon's art the aspiring dome 423. C. 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 158 201 345 398 25 29 48 118 157 Care away, gae thou frae me Come, lads, ne'er plague your heads 414 418 447 Dumbar 407 408 Farewell, my bonny, witty, pretty Maggy 250 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 284 305 346 365 399 G. Gin ye meet a bonny laffie 74 Gi'e me a lafs with a lump of land 114 Go, go, go, go falfeft of thy fex begone 310 Gently touch the warbling lyre 347 Gently ftir and blow the fire 347 Good madam, when ladies are willing 401 441 How E H. How sweetly smells the fimmer green 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 He, who for ever 309 How happy a ftate does the miller poffefs 322 How bleft are beggar-laffes 348 Having spent all my time 353 How pleasant a failor's life paffes 36+ Happy the world in that bleft age 385 Hark! away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn 393 How happy are we 424 439 Hey! my kitten, a kitten Is Hamilla then my own I. In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er I will awa' wi' my love Focky faid to Jeany, Jeany, wilt thou do't I tofs and tumble thro' the night I have a green purfe and a wee pickle gowd ང 3 42 63 70 105 119 124 128 140 168 Jocky Jocky met with Jenny fair I was anes a well tocher'd lafs If the be not kind as fair In fpite of love at length I've found It was in and about the Martinmas time 343 I thank thee, my friend 366 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 374 379 In yonder town there wons a May 381 I'll fing you a ditty, and warrant it true 385 I had a heart, that now does heartless gaè 405 409 If Phillis denies me relief 416 Let's be jovial, fill our glaffes 6 18 28 34 43 55 III 209 241 Love, thou art the beft of human joys Let foldiers fight for prey or praise 242 250 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 253 319 375 413 gay Let us drink and be merry, dance joke and rejoice 424 M. 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 My Jeany and I have toil'd 156 My foger laddie 195 My Peggy is a young thing 198 My days have been fo wond'rous free 229 Maiden fresh as a rofe My friend and I 240. 248 My Chloe, why do ye flight me 271 My dear miftrefs has a heart May the ambitious ever find Now wat ye wha I met yeftreen |