Nor how you could yourfelf offend,
That like a Snail, my gloomy Friend,
You never leave your House.

Ah! were the but advis'd by me,
Her many Taunts and Scorns
With Int'reft should refunded be,
She'd make a perfect Snail of thee,
By decking thee with Horns.

SONG CCCLXXVIII. Pan, &c.

AN_ leave Piping, the Gods have done
Feafting,

PAN

There's never a Goddess a Hunting to Day Mortals marvel at Corydon's Jefting,

That gives the Affiftance to entertain May. The Lads and the Laffes, with Scarfs on their Faces,

So lively as paffes, trip over the Down : Much Mirth and Sport they make, running at Barleybreak;

Lord what Hafte they make for a Green-gown. John with Gillan, Harry with Frances, Meg and Mary, with Robin and Will, George and Margery lead all the Dances,

For they were reported to have the best Skill: But Cec'ly and Nancy, the fairest of many,

That came laft of any from out of the Towns, Quickly got in among the Midft of all the Throng,

They fo much did long for their Green-gowns.

ab whifper'd with Dorothy,

would wink upon Richard and Sym, Mincing Maudlin fhew'd her Authority,

And in the Quarrel would venture a Limb. But Sibel was fickly, and could not come quickly, And therefore was likely to fall in a Swoon, Tib would not tarry for Tom, nor for Harry, Left Chriftian fhould carry away the Greengown,

Blanch and Beatrice, both of a Family,
Came very lazy lagging behind;
Annife and Aimable noting their Policy,
Cupid is cunning, altho' he be blind:
But Winny the witty, that came from the City,
With Parnel the pretty, and Beffie the brown;
Clem, Joan, and Ifabel, Sue, Alice, and bonny
Nell,

Travell'd exceedingly for a Green-gown.

Now the Youngsters had reach'd the green Meadow,

Where they intended to gather their May,
Some in the Sun-fhine, fome in the Shadow,
Singled in Couples did fall to their Play;
But conftant Penelope, Faith, Hope, and Charity,
Look'd very modeftly, yet they lay down;
And Prudence prevented what Rachel repented,
And Kate was contented to take a Green-gown,
Then they defir'd to know of a Truth,
If all their Fellows were in the like Cafe.
Nem call'd for Ede, and Ede for Rutb,
Ruth for Marcy, and Marcy for Grace;
But there was no Speaking, they answer'd with
Squeaking,

The pretty Lafs breaking the Head of the
Clown;

But fome were wooing, while others were doing.
Yet all their going was for a Green -gown.

Bright Apollo was all this while peeping,

To fee if his Daphne had been in the Throng; But milling her, haftily downwards was creeping, For Thetis imagin'd he tarry'd too long: h Then all the Troop mourned, and homeward

returned,

For Cynthia fcorned to fmile, or to frown Thus they did gather May, all the long Sum mer-day,

And at Night went away with a Green-gown.

The following SONGS to be fung in their proper Places, in the Acting of the Gentle Shepherd: At each the Page marked where they come in. SONG CCCLXXIX. The Wawking of the Faulds. Sung by Patie, Page 1.

MY

Peggy is a young Thing,
Juft enter'd in her Teens,

Fair as the Day, and sweet as May,
Fair as the Day, and always gay.
My Peggy is a young Thing,
And I'm not very auld,

Yet well I like to meet her at
The Wawking of the Fauld.

My Peggy fpeaks fae fweetly,
Whene'er we meet alane.

I wish nae mair, to lay my Care,
I wish na mair of a' that's rare.
My Peggy Speaks fae fweetly,
To a the lave I'm cauld;
But the gars a' my Spirits glow
At Wawking of the Fauld.

My Peggy fmiles fae kindly,

Whene'er I whisper Love,
That I look down on a' the Town,
That I look down upon a Crown.
My Peggy fmiles fae kindly,

It makes me blyth and bauld:
And naithing gi'es me fic Delight,
As Wawking of the Fauld.

My Peggy fings fae faftly,
When on my Pipe I play;
By a' the reft it is confest,
By a' the reft, that the fings beft.
My Peggy fings fae faftly,
And in her Sangs are tald,

With Innocence the wale of Senfe,
At Wawking of the Fauld.

SONG CCCLXXX. Fy gar rub hér o'er with Strae. Sung by Patie, p. 6.

Ear Roger, if your Jenny geck,

DE

And answer Kindness with a Slight, Seem unconcern'd at her Neglect,

For Women in a Man delight:
But them defpife who're foon defeat,
And with a fimple Face give way
To a Repulfe then be not blate,
Pufh bauldly on, and win the Day.
When Maidens, innocently young,
Say aften what they never mean;
Ne'er mind their pretty lying Tongue;
But tent the Language of their Een:
If these agree, and the perfift

To answer all your Love with Hate,
Seek elsewhere to be better bleft,

And let her figh when 'tis too late.

SONG CCCLXXXI. Polwart on the Green. Sung by Peggy, p. 10.

HE dorty will repent,

TH

If Lover's Heart grow cauld,

And nane her Smiles will tent,

Soon as her Face looks auld:

The dawted Bairn thus takes the Pets
Nor eats, tho' Hunger crave,
Whimpers and tarrows at its Meat,
And's laught at by the lave;

They jeft it till the Dinner's past,

Thus by it fell abus'd,

The fool thing is oblig'd to faft,

Or eat what they've refus'd,

SONG CCCLXXXII. O dear Mather,

what shall I do? Sung by Jenny, p. 11.

Dear Peggy Love's beguiling

We ought not to truft his smiling;

Better far to do as I do,

Left a harder Luck betide you, Laffes when their Fancy's carried, Think of nought but to be married; Running to a Life destroys

Heartfome, free, and youthfu' Joys.

SONG CCCLXXXIII. How can I be fad on my Wedding Day. Sung by Peggy, p. 12.

H

Ow fhall I be fad when a Hufband I hae, That has better Senfe than any of thae Sour weak filly Fellows, that study like Fools To fink their ain Joy, and make their Wives

Snools. [Wife, The Man who is prudent ne'er lightlies his Or with dull Reproaches encourages Strife; He praises her Virtues, and ne'er will abuse Her for a fmall Failing, but find an Excufe.

SONG CCCLXXXIV. Nanfy's to the
Green Wood gane. Sung by Jenny, p.15.
Yield, dear Laffie, you have won,
And there is nae denying,
That fure as Light flows frae the Sun,
Frae Love proceeds complying;
For a' that we can do or fay,

'Gainft Love, nae Thinker heeds us, They ken our Bofoms lodge the Fae, That by the Heart-ftrings leads us. SONG CCCLXXXV. Cald Kale in Aberdeen. Sung by Glaud or Symon, p. 18...

Auld be the Rebels Caft,
Oppreffors bafe and bloody,

I hope we'll fee them at the last
Strung a' up in a Woody,