The flow'ry meads and filent coves,
The scenes of faithful rural loves,
And warbling birds on blooming groves,
Afford a wifh'd delight;

But O how pleasant is this life!

Bleft with a chaste and virtuous wife,

And children prattling, void of strife,
Around his fire at night!

Hallow Even.

HY hangs that cloud upon thy brow,

WH

That beauteous heaven erewhile ferene? Whence do those storms and tempefts flow? Or what this guft of paffion mean? And must then mankind lose that light, Which in thine eyes was wont to shine,

And ly obfcur'd in endless night,

For each poor filly speech of mine?

Dear child, how can I wrong thy name,
Since its acknowledg'd at all hands,
That could ill tongues abuse thy fame,
Thy beauty could make large amends?
Or if I durft profanely try

Thy beauty's pow'rful charms t' upbraid,
Thy virtue well might give the lye,

Nor call thy beauty to its aid.

For Venus, ev'ry heart t' enfnare,

With all her charms has deck'd thy face;

And PALLAS, with unusual care,

Bids Wisdom heighten ev'ry grace,

Who can the double pain endure?
Or who must not resign the field
To thee, celeftial maid, fecure

With CUPID's bow, and PALLAS' shield?

If then to thee fuch pow'r is given,
Let not a wretch in torment live,
But fmile, and learn to copy Heaven,
Since we must fin ere it forgive.
But pitying Heaven not only does
Forgive th' offender and th' offence,
But even itself, appeas'd, bestows,
As the reward of penitence.

T

I'll never leave thee.

JOHNY.

HO' for seven years and mair honour shou'd reave me,

To fields where cannons rair, thou need na grieve thee;

For deep in my spirits thy sweets are indented,

And love shall preserve ay what love has imprint'd.
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee,
Gang the warld as it will, dearest, believe me.

NELLY.

O JOHNY! I'm jealous whene'er ye discover
My fentiments yielding, ye'll turn a loose rover ;
And nought i' the warld wad vex my heart fairer
If you prove unconftant, and fancy ane fairer.
Grieve me, grieve me, oh it wad grieve me!
A' the lang night and day, if you deceive me.

JOHNY.

My NELLY, let never fick fancies opprefs ye, For while my blood's warm I'll kindly caress ye : Your blooming faft beauties first beeted Love's fire, Your virtue and wit make it aye flame the higher. Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee, Gang the warld as it will, deareft, believe me.

NELLY.

Then, JOHNY, I frankly this minute allow ye To think me your mistress, for love gars me trow ye; And gin you prove fa'se, to ye'rfell be it said then ; Ye'll win but sma' honour to wrang a kind maiden. Reave me, reave me, Heav'ns! it wad reave me Of my rest night and day, if ye deceive me.

JOHNY.

Bid icefhogles hammer red gads on the ftuddy, And fair fimmer mornings nae mair appear ruddy; Bid Britons think ae gait, and when they obey ye, But never till that time believe I'll betray ye. Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee; The starns fhall gang withershins e'er I deceive thee.

ΟΝ

Same Tune.

NE day I heard MARY fay,
How fhall I leave thee?

Stay, dearest ADONIS, stay,
Why wilt thou grieve me?

Alas! my fond heart will break,
If thou fhou'd leave me :
I'll live and die for thy fake,
Yet never leave thee.

Say, lovely ADONIS, fay,

Has MARY deceiv'd thee? Did e'er her young heart betray New love, that's griev'd thee? My conftant mind ne'er shall stray, Thou mayst believe me, I love thee, lad, night and day, And never leave thee.

ADONIS, my charming youth,
What can relieve thee?
Can MARY thy anguish footh!

This breast shall receive thee.
My paffion can ne'er decay,
Never deceive thee:

Delight shall drive pain away,
Pleasure revive thee.

But leave thee, leave thee, lad,
How fhall I leave thee?
O! that thought makes me fad,
I'll never leave thee.

Where would my ADONIS fly?

Why does he grieve me? Alas! my poor heart will die, If I should leave thee.

I wish my Love were in a Myre.

LEST as th' immortal gods is he,

BLES

The youth who fondly fits by thee,
And hears and fees thee all the while
Softly speak and sweetly smile!

'Twas this bereav'd my foul of rest,
And rais'd fuch tumults in my breast ;
For while I gaz'd in transport toft,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost :

My bofom glow'd; the subtile flame ;
Ran quick through all my vital frame;
O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung,
My ears with hollow murmurs rung:

In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd,
My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd,
My feeble pulse forgot to play,
I fainted, funk, and dy'd away.

BLYTH

Jocky blyth and gay.

LYTH Jocky young and gay, is all my heart's
delight;

He's all my talk by day, and all my dream by night.
If from the lad I be, it's winter then with me;
But when he tarries here, it's fummer all the year.

When I and JOCKY met first on the flowery dale,
Right sweetly he me tret, and love was a' his tale.
You are the lass, said he, that ftaw my heart frae me,
O eafe me of my pain, and never shaw difdain.