The tender glance, the red'ning cheek,
O'erspread with rising blushes,

A thousand various ways they speak
A thousand various wishes.

For oh! that form so heavenly fair,

Those languid eyes fo fweetly smiling, That artless blush and modest air, So fatally beguiling.

Thy every look, and every grace,
So charm whene'er I view thee;
Till death o'ertake me in the chace,
Still will my hopes pursue thee.
Then when my tedious hours are past,
Be this last bleffing given,
Low at thy feet to breathe my last,
And die in fight of heaven.

YE

Green Sleeves.

E watchful guardians of the fair,
Who skiff on wings of ambient air,

Of my dear DELIA take a care,

And represent her lover

With all the gaiety of youth,
With honour, justice, love, and truth;
Till I return, her paffions foothe,
For me in whispers move her.

Be careful no base fordid slave,
With foul funk in a golden grave,

Who knows no virtue but to fave,

With glaring gold bewitch her.
Tell her, for me fhe was defign'd,
For me who know how to be kind,
And have mair plenty in my mind,

Than ane who's ten times richer.

Let all the warld turn upfide down,
And fools run an eternal round,
In queft of what can ne'er be found,
To please their vain ambition;
Let little minds great charms efpy,
In fhadows which at distance ly,
Whofe hop'd-for pleasure when come nigh,
Proves nothing in fruition:

But caft into a mold divine,

Fair DELIA does with luftre shine,
Her virtuous foul's an ample mine,

Which yields a constant treasure.

Let poets in fublimeft lays,
Employ their skill her fame to raise;
Let fons of mufic pass whole days,
With well-tun'd reeds to please her.

T

Highland Laddie.

HE lawland lads think they are fine,

But O, they're vain and idly gawdy! How much unlike that gracefu' mein, And manly looks of my highland laddie! O my bonnie, bonnie highland laddie, My handfome charming highland laddie;

May heaven ftill guard, and love reward
Our lawland lafs, aud her highland laddie.

If I were free at will to chufe,

To be the wealthiest lawland lady,
I'd take young DONALD without trews,
With bonnet blew, and belted plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.

The brawest beau in burrow's-town,
In a' his airs, with art made ready,
Compar'd to him he's but a clown;
He's finer far in's tartan plaidy,
O my bonny, &c.

O'er benty hill with him I'll run,

And leave my lawland kin and daddy,

Frae winter's cauld, and fummer's fun, He'll screen me with his highland plaidy. O my bonny, &c.

A painted room, and filken bed,

May please a lawland laird and lady;

But I can kifs and be as glad,

Behind a bush in's highland plaidy.

O my bonny, &c.

Few compliments between us pass,

I ca' him my dear highland laddie,

And he ca's me his lawland lass,

Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,

Than that his love prove true and steady,

Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end,
While Heaven preserves my highland laddie.
O my bonny, &c.

TH

Same Tune.

HE lawland maids gang trig and fine,
But aft they're four and unco fawcy;
Sae proud, they never can be kind
Like my good-humour'd highland laffie.
O my bonny, bonny highland laffie,
My hearty fmiling highland laffie,
May never care make thee iefs fair,
But bloom of youth ftill blefs my laffie.

Than ony lafs in burrows-town,

Wha mak their cheeks with patches mottie,

I'd take my KATY butt a gown,

Bare-footed in her little coatie.
O my bonny, &c.

Beneath the brier or brecken bush,

Whene'er I kifs and court my dawtie;

Happy and blyth as ane wad wish,
My flighteren heart gangs pittie pattie.
O my bonny, &c.

O'er highest hethery hills I'll ften,

With cockit gun and ratches tenty,

To drive the deer out of their den,
To feast my lass on dishes dainty.
O my bonny, &c.

There's nane shall dare by deed or word,

'Gainst her to wag a tongue or finger,

While I can wield my trufty fword,
Or frae my fide whisk out a whinger.
O my bonny, &c.

The mountains clad with purple bloom,
And berries ripe, invite my treasure
To range with me; let great fowk gloom,
While wealth and pride confound their pleasure.
O my bonny, bonny highland laffie,
My lovely fmiling highland laffie,
May never care make thee lefs fair,
But bloom of youth ftill blefs my laffie.

Had awa frae me, DONALD.

COME awa', come awa',

Come awa' wi' me, JENNY;

Sick frowns I canna bear frae ane
Whase smiles ance ravish'd me, JENNY;
If you'll be kind, you'll never find
That ought fall alter me, JENNY;
For you're the mistress of my mind,
Whate'er you think of me, JENNY.

First when your sweets enflav'd my heart,
You feem'd to favour me, JENNY;

But now, alas! you act a part

That speaks unconftancy, JENNY :
Unconstancy is fic a vice,

'Tis not befitting thee, JENNY,
It fuits not wi' your virtue nice
To carry fae to me, JENNY.