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DUMBARTON's Drums.

UMBARTON's Drums beat bonny-O,
When thy mind me of my dear Jonny-0,
How happy am I,

When my foldier is by,

While he kiffes and bleffes his Annie-O!
'Tis a foldier alone can delight me-O,
For his graceful looks do invite me―0:
While guarded in his arms,

I'll fear no wars alarms,

Neither danger nor death shall e'er fright me—O.

My love is a handsome laddie-O, Genteel, but ne'er foppish nor gaudy―0,: Tho' commiffions are dear,

Yet I'll buy him one this year; For he fhall ferve no longer a cadie-O. A foldier has honour and bravery-O, Unacquainted with rogues and their knavery-O: He minds no other thing

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But the ladies or the king;

every other care is but slavery-O.

Then I'll be the captain's lady-O, Farewell all my friends and my daddy-O I'll wait no more at home,

But I'll follow with the drum,

And whene'er that beats, I'll be ready-O.
Dumbarton's drums found bonny-0,
They are sprightly like my dear Jonny-0:
How happy fhall I be,

When on my foldier's knee,
And he kiffes and bleffes his Annie-O !

Auld lang fyne.

HOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

Tho' they return with fcars?

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Thefe

Thefe are the noble hero's lot,
Obtain'd in glorious wars :
Welcome, my VARO, to my breaft,
Thy arms about me twine,
And make me once again as bleft,
As I was lang fyne.

Methinks around us on each bough,
A thousand Cupids play,

Whilft thro' the groves I walk with you,
Each object makes me gay:

Since your return the fun and moon
With brighter beams do fhine,

Streams murmur foft notes while they run,
As they did lang fyne.

Defpife the court and din of ftate;
Let that to their fhare fall,
Who can esteem fuch flav'ry great,
While bounded like a ball:
But funk in love, upon my arms
Let your brave head recline,

We'll please ourselves with mutual charms,
As we did lang fyne.

O'er moor and dale, with your gay friend,

You may pursue the chace,

And, after a blyth bottle, end

All cares in thy embrace : And in a vacant rainy day You fhall be wholly mine

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We'll make the hours run fmooth away,

And laugh at lang fyne.

The hero, pleas'd with the fweet air,
And figns of generous love,
Which had been utter'd by the fair,
Bow'd to the pow'rs above:
Next day, with confent and glad haste,
Th' approach'd the facred fhrine ;
Where the good priest the couple bleft,
And put them out of pine.

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The Lafs of LIVINGSTON,

PAIN

AIN'D with her flighting Jamie's love,
Bell dropt a tear

Bell dropt a tear,

The Gods defcended from above,

Well pleas'd to hear well pleas'd to hear,
They heard the praises of the youth

From her own tongue

from her own tongue,

Who now converted was to truth,

And thus fhe fung-and thus fhe fung:

Bleft days when our ingenuous fex,.

More frank and kind

more frank and kind,

Did not their lov'd adorers vex;

But fpoke their mind- but spoke their mind.
Repenting now, fhe promis'd fair,
Wou'd he return wou'd he return,

She ne'er again wou'd give him care,
Or cause him mourn or caufe him mourn.

Why lov'd I thee, deferving fwain,

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Yet ftill thought fhame yet ftill thought fhame,
When he my yielding heart did gain,

To own my flame

And feem too coy

to own my flame ?

Why took I pleasure to torment,

and feem too coy ?

Which makes me now alas lament

My flighted joy my flighted joy.

Ye fair, while beauty's in its fpring,

While love's young pow'r with his foft wing

Fans

O do not with a filly pride,

Own your defire

own your defire,

the fire up

fans up the fire,

or low defign,

Refuse to be a happy bride,

Or low defign

But answer plain

Thus the fair monrner wail'd her crime,
With flowing eyes with flowing eyes.
Glad Jamie heard her all the time,
With fweet furprise with sweet surprise.
Some God had led him to the grove:
His mind unchang'd his mind unchang'd,
Flew to her arms, and cry'd, My love,
I am reveng'd- I am reveng'd!

As

PEGGY, I must love thee.

S from a rock paft all relief,
The fhipwrackt Colin spying
His native foil, o'ercome with grief,
Half funk in waves, and dying:
With the next morning fun he spies
A fhip, which gives unhop'd furprise ;
New life fprings up, he lifts his eyes
With joy, and waits her motion.

So when by her whom long I lov'd,
I fcorn'd was, and deferted,
Low with despair my fpirits mov'd, ́
To be for ever parted:

Thus droopt I, till diviner grace
I found in Peggy's mind and face;
Ingratitude appear'd then base,
But virtue more engaging.

Then now fince happily I've hit,
I'll have no more delaying;
Let beauty yield to manly wit,
We lofe ourselves in ftaying:
I'll hafte dull courtship to a clofe,
Since marriage can my fears oppofe :
Why fhould we happy minutes lofe,
Since, Peggy, I must love thee.

Men

Men may be foolish, if they please,
And deem't a lover's duty,
To figh, and facrifice their ease,
Doating on a proud beauty :
Such was my cafe for many a year,
Still hope fucceeding to my fear,
Falle Betty's charms now disappear,
Since Peggy's far outfhine them.

BESSY BELL and MARY GRAY.

Belly Bell and Mary Gray,

They are twa bonny laffes,

They bigg'd a bower on yon burn-brae,
And theek'd it o'er wi' rashes.
Fair Belly Bell I loo'd yeftreen,

And thought I ne'er cou'd alter;
But Mary Grey's twa pawky een,
They gar my fancy falter.

Now Belly's hair's like a lint-tap;
She fmiles like a May morning,
When Phabus ftarts frae Thetis' lap,
The bills with rays adorning :
White is her neck, faft is her hand,
Her wafte and feet's fu' genty;
With ilka grace fhe can command;
Her lips, O wow ! they're dainty.

And Mary's locks are like a craw,
Her een like diamonds glances;
She's ay fae clean, redd up and braw,
She kills whene'er fhe dances:
Blyth as a kid, with wit at will.

She blooming, tight, and tall is;
And guides her airs fa gracefu' ftill,
O fove, fhe's like thy Pallas.

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Dear