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 Jocky 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
Bacchus is a power divine
Belinda with affected mein
By the fide of a great kitchen fire
Bacchus must now his power refign
Blyth, blyth, blyth was she
By mafon's art the afpiring dome
Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear
C.
Come let's ha'e mair wine in
Celeftial mufes, tune your lyres
Come fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys
Confefs thy love, fair blufhing maid
Come Florinda, lovely charmer
Come here's to the nymph that I love
Cauld be the rebels caft
Caftom prevailing fo long 'mongst the great
Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her
Come, love, let's walk by yonder fpring
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
Celia, let not pride undo you
Cupid, god of pleafing anguifh
Celia, too late you wou'd repent
Cupid, eafe a love fick maid
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Come, carles a' of fumblers ha'
Come let us prepare
D.
Dumbarton's drums beat bonny-O
Dear Roger, if your Jenny geck
Duty and part of reason
Defpairing befide a clear ftream
Do not ask me, charming Phillis
Diogenes furly and proud
Damon, if you will believe me
Did ever swain a nymph adore
Daphnis ftood penfive in the fhade
Dear Chloe, while thus beyond measure
Dear Colin, prevent my warm blushes
F.
Fy let us a' to the bridal
Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean
For the fake of fomebody
Fair, fweet and young, receive a prize
Fair Iris and her fwain
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Fie! Liza, fcorn the little arts
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Farewell, my bonny, witty, pretty Maggy
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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
G.
Gin ye meet a bonny laffie
Gi'e me a lass with a lump of land
Go, go, go, go falfeft of thy fex begone
Gently touch the warbling lyre
Gently ftir and blow the fire
Good madam, when ladies are willing
Good people, draw near
H.
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
Have you any pots or pans
Honeft man John Ochiltree
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
How happy a ftate does the miller poffefs
How bleft are beggar-laffes
Having spent all my time.
How pleasant a failor's life paffes
Happy the world in that bleft
Hark! away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn
How happy are we
Hey! my kitten, a kitten
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Is Hamilla then my own
In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er
In April, when primroses paint the sweet plain
I will awa' wi' my love
Jocky 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
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 Strephan 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
It was in and about the Martinmas time
I thank thee, my friend
I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink
I once vas a poet at London
If heaven, its bleffings to augment
In yonder town there wons a May
I'll fing you a ditty, and warrant it true
I had a heart, that now does heartless gaè
In ancient times, in Britain's ifle
If Phillis denies me relief
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If love the virgin's heart invade
If you at an office follicit
I hate the coward tribes
In pimps and politicians
I am a poor maiden forfaken
K.
Kindly, kindly, thus my treafure.
L.
Let's be jovial, fill our glaffes
Look where my dear Hamilla fmiles
Leave kindred and friends, fweet Betty
Laffie, lend me your braw hemp heckle
Love's goddess in a myrtle grove
Love never more shall give me pain
Late in an evening forth I went
Let meaner beauties ufe their art
Laft Sunday at St. James's pray'rs
Love, thou art the best of human joys
Let foldiers fight for prey or praise
Leave off your foolish prating
Leander on the bay
Little fyrene of the ftage
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Let us drink and be merry, dance joke and rejoice 424
Let matters of ftate
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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 gay
My Jeany and I have toil'd
My foger laddie
My Peggy is a young thing
My days have been fo wond'rous free
Maiden fresh as a rofe
My friend and I
My Chloe, why do ye flight me
My dear mistress 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
N.
Nanfy to the green wood gane
Now wat ye wha I met yeftreen
Now the fun's gane out o' fight
Now Phœbus 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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