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worthy friend, Dr. Bannerman tells me from America,
Nor only do your lays o'er Britain flow.
FROM this and the following volume, Mr. Thomson (who is allowed by all, to be a good teacher and finger of Scots Songs), cullid bis Orpheus Caledonius, the musick for both the voice and flute, and the words of the songs finely engraven in a folio book, for the use of perfons of the big best quality in Britain, and dedicated to the late Queen. This, by the by, I thought proper to intimate, and do my self that justice which the publisher neglected; since be ought to bave acquainted bis illustrious list of subscribers, that the most of the fongs were mine, the musick abftracted.
'IN my compositions and colleations, I have kept out all smut and ribaldry, that the modest voice and ear of the fair. fanger might meet with no affront; the chief bent of all my stue dies being, to gain their good graces : and it fall always be my.care, to ward off these frowns that would prove mortal to my muje.
Now little books, go your ways ; be assured
I'll calmly quit the farce and giddy stage,
And seep beneath a floro'ry turf full found.
IN DE X.
Beginning with the first Letter of every Song.
The Songs markC, D, H, L, M, O, &c. are new
Words by different Hands ; X, the Authors unknown ; 2, old Songs ; Q, old Songs with Additions.
Page H, Chloe, thou treasure, thou joy, &c.
A lovely lass to a friar came
Ah, Cloris, cou'd I now but fit
lo And I'l1 o'er the moor to Maggy At Polwart on the green
65 As walking forth to view the plain
06 Ah! why those tears in Nelly's eyes
88 Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate As I went forth to view the spring Adieu for a while my native green plains An I'll away to bonny Tweed side As early I walk'd on the first of sweet May 164 Altho' 'I be but a country lass
169 As I sat at my spinning wheel Adieu the pleasant sports and plays
A fouthland Jenny that was right bonny
340 354 355 372 377 390 397 397 417 419 430
17 24 35 66 71 75.
331 423 346 398
Befly's beauties thine fae bright
97 Bleit as the immortal gods is he
104 Beauty from fancy takes its arms
112 Balow, my boy, ly Atill and sleep
1 20 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bride
133 Blyth Jocky young and gay
151 Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride 221 Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues
235 Bleft as th' immortal gods is he
287 Bacchus is a power divine
294 Belinda with affected mein
310 By the side of a great kitchen fire Baccbus muf now his power resign Blyth, blyth, blyth was she By mason's art the aspiring dome . Believe my fighs, my tears, my dear
C. Come let's ha'e mair wine in
25 Celestial muses, tune your lyres
29 Come fill me a bumper, my jolly brave boys Confess thy love, fair blushing maid
318 Come Florinda, lovely charmer
157 Come here's to the nymph that I love
158 Cauld be the rebels cast
30+ Celia, let not pride undo you
294 Cupid, god of pleasing anguish
271 Celia, coo late you wou'd repent
301 Cupid, ease a love-fick maid
387 Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her
394 Come, love, let's walk by yonder spring
408 414 418