With fuccefs crown'd, I'll not envy
The folks who dwell above the sky;
When MARY Scor's become my marrow,
We'll make a paradise in Yarrow.

Same Tune.

WAS fummer, and the day was fair,
Refoly'd a while to fly from care,

Beguiling thought, forgetting forrow,
I wander o'er the braes of Yarrow;
Till then difpifing beauty's power,
I kept my heart, my own secure;
But CUPID'S art did there deceive me,
And MARY'S charms do now enslave me.

Will cruel love no bribe receive?

No ransom take for MARY'S flave?
Her frowns of rest and hope deprive me ;
Her lovely smiles like light revive me.
No bondage may with mine compare,
Since first I saw this charming fair :
This beauteous flower, this rofe of Yarrow,
In Nature's garden has no marrow.

Had I of Heaven but one request,

I'd ask to ly in MARY'S breast;
There would I live or die with pleasure,
Nor spare this world one moment's leifure ;
Defpifing kings and all that's great,
I'd smile at courts and courtier's fate;
My joy compleat on such a marrow,
I'd dwell with her, and live on Yarrow.

But tho' fuch bliss I ne'er should gain,
Contented ftill I'll wear my chain,

In hopes my faithful heart may move her;
For leaving life I'll always love her.
What doubts diftract a lover's mind?
That breast, all softness, must prove kind;
And she shall yet become my marrow,
The lovely beauteous rofe of Yarrow.

B

The Mill, Mill-O.

ENEATH a green shade I fand a fair maid,

Was fleeping found and still-O;

A' lowan wi' love, my fancy did rove
Around her wi' good will-O:

Her bofom I prest; but sunk in her rest,
She ftir'dna my joy to spill-O :
While kindly she slept, close to her I crept,
And kiss'd, and kifs'd her my fill—O.

Oblig'd by command in Flanders to land,
T'employ my courage and skill—O,
Frae her quietly I ftaw, hoist fails and awa,
For the wind blew fair on the bill-O
Twa years brought me hame, where loud-fraifing fame
Tald me with a voice right shrill—O,

My lass, like a fool, had mounted the stool,

Nor kend wha had done her the ill-0

Mair fond of her charms, with my fon in her arms,

I ferlying fpeir'd how she fell-0,

Wi' the tear in her eye, quoth she, Let me die,
Sweet Sir, gin I can tell-O.

Love gave the command, I took her by the hand,
And bade her a' fears expel-0,

And nae mair look wan, for I was the man
Wha had done her the deed myfel-O

My bonny sweet lafs, on the gowany grafs,
Beneath the Shilling-hill-O,

If I did offence, I'fe make ye amends
Before I leave PEGGY'S mill-O.

O the mill, mill-O, and the kill, kill—O,
And the coggin of the wheel-O ;

The fack and the fieve, a' that ye maun leave,
And round with a fodger reel-O.

L

My Deary an' thou die.

OVE never more shall give me pain,

My fancy's fix'd on thee;

Nor ever maid my heart shall gain,

My PEGGY, if thou die.

Thy beauties did such pleasure give,

Thy love's so true to me,
Without thee I shall never live,
My deary, if thou die.

If fate shall tear thee from my breast,
How fhall I lonely stray?

In dreary dreams the night I'll waste,
In fighs the filent day.

I ne'er can so much virtue find,

Nor fuch perfection fee:

Then I'll renounce all womankind,
MY PEGGY, after thee.

No new blown beauty fires my heart
With CUPID's raving rage,

But thine which can such sweets impart,
Muft all the world engage.

'Twas this that like the morning fun

Gave joy and life to me;

And when its deftin'd day is done,
With PEGGY let me die.

Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,
And in fuch pleasure share ;
You who its faithful flames approve,
With pity view the fair.

Restore my PEGGY'S wonted charms,
Those charms fo dear to me;

Oh! never rob me from those arms :

I'm loft if PEGGY die.

W

NANNY-O.

HILE fome for pleasure pawn their health,
Twixt Lais and the Bagnio,

I'll fave myfell, and without stealth,
Kifs and carefs my NANNY-O.
She bids more fair t' engage a Jove,
Than LEDA did, or DANAE-0:
Were I to paint the queen of Love,
None else should fit but NANNY-O.

How joyfully my spirits rise,

When dancing the moves finely-O! I guess what heaven is by her eyes, Which sparkle fo divinely-O.

Attend my vow, ye gods, while I
Breathe in the bleft Britannia,
None's happiness I shall envy,
As lang's ye grant me NANNY-0.

CHORUS.

My bonny, bonny Nanny—O,
My lovely charming NANNY-O!
I care not though the world know
How dearly I love NANNY-O.

AS

Omnia vincit amor.

S I went forth to view the spring, Which FLORA had adorned In raiment fair; now every thing

The rage of winter scorned;

I caft mine eye, and did efpy

A youth, who made great clamor ; And drawing nigh, I heard him cry, Ah! omnia vincit amor.

Upon his breast he lay along,

Hard by a murm'ring river, And mournfully his doleful fong With fighs he did deliver;

Ah! JEANY'S face has comely grace,

Her locks that shine like lammer,

With burning rays have cut my days; For omnia vincit amor.