Give thanks to the Dairy then every Lad, That from good-natur'd Women fuch Fools may be had. When the Damfel has got the Cow's Teat in her Hand, How the merrily fings, while fmiling I ftand; Then with a Pleasure I rub, Yet impatient I fcrub, When I think of the Bleffing of a Syllabub; Oh Dairy-Maids, Milk-Maids, fuch Blifs ne'er oppofe, If e'er you'll be happy, I fpeak under the Rose. This Rofe was a Maiden once of your Profeffion, Till the Rake and the Spade had taken Possesfion; At length it was faid, That one Mr. Edmond Did both dig and fow in her Parfley-Bed: Now Milk-Maids take warning by this Maiden's Keep what is your own, and then you keep all : And you'll ftill be a Maid, let him do what he can: I am your well-wisher, then liften to my Word, And give no more Milk than the Cow can afford. SONG LXXV. There lately, &c. Here lately was a Maiden fair, TH With ruddy Cheeks and Nut-brown hair, Who up to Town did trudge, Sir; This pretty Maid, whofe Name was Kate, Met here a hard unlucky Fate, As you anon hall judge, Sir. A little ere it did grow dark, And grant him his full Will, Sir; But when she heard one call out, John, Or e'er believe one Man in ten, May the De'll come ftop my Breath,Sir. SONG LXXVI. In the pleasant, &c. I IN the pleasant Month of May, When the merry, merry Birds began to fing: And the Bloffoms fresh and gay Ufher'd in the welcome Spring; When the long cold Winter's gone, And the bright enticing Moon, When the bonny Men and Maids tript it on the At a jolly Country Fair, When the Nymphs in the best appear; We refolv'd to be free, with a Fiddle and a She, E'ery Shepherd and his Lafs. In the middle of the Sport, When the Fiddle went brifk, and the Glafs And the pretty gay Nymphs for Court, With a Bow and Dart ftole in, With a conq'ring Air and Mien, And empty'd his Bow thro' the Nymphs and the Swains ; E'ery Shepherd and his Mate Soon felt their pleasing Fate And longing to try in Enjoyment to Now the fighing Swain gave o'er, die, And the weary'd Nymphs could dance no more, In the Woods the Shepherds lay, And mourn'd the Time away, And the Nymphs as well as they Long'd to tafte what it is that their Senfes cloys Till at last by Confent of Eyes, E'ery Swain with his pretty Nymph flies, F'ery buxom She retires with her He, SONG LXXVII, One Night, &c. ONE Night in my Ramble I chanced t9 A Thing like a Spirit, it frightned me; The Devil drew nearer and nearer in fhort, I told her I'd give her a Whip for her Gig, We lay on the Grass, and danc'd at our Ease; And we fell a dancing the Irish Jig. I thank you, kind Sir, for your Kindness faid fhe, T The Scholar's as wife as the Mafter can be ; The Dance being ended as you may fee, SONG LXXVIII. My dear Heart,&c. M Yeafy Heart, With fingle Dart, Has no Imall Anguish found Such Guns of Spears Of Death may take his Choice, For tho' he flies Her piercing Eyes, She'll reach him with her Voice When Wit perfuades, And Beauty leads Dur Senfes all to Joy, SONG LXXIX. To the Brook, &c. O..the Brook, and the Willow, that heard him complain, Ab willow! willow! [Thefe words to be fung between each Line.] Poor Collin went weeping, and told them his Pain Sweet Stream, he cry'd, fadly I'll teach thee to flow, And the Waters shall rife to the Brink with my Woe : All reftlefs and painful, my Calia now lies, And counts the fad Moments of Time as it flies; To the Nymph, my Heart's Love, ye foft Slumbers repair, Spread your downy Wings o'er her, and make her your Care; Let me be left reftlefs, my Eyes never close, pofe; Dear Stream! if you chance by her Pillow to creep, Pet haps your foft Murmurs may lull her to Sleep: creed, Believe me, thou fair one, thou dear one, believe; Few Sighs to thy Lofs, and few Tears will give; One Fate to thy Collin and thee shall betide'; And foon lay thy Shepherd down by thy cold Side: |