304
YOUNG Damon ftrives my love to gain,
He fighs, he fickens, but in vain ;
His looks express a heart- felt pain,
And mine returns a cold difdain.
Unhappy Damon thus to love,
What never was defign'd above.
Sincere, I told him o'er and o'er,
I'd pledg'd my word and truth before,
And beg'd he would perplex no more ;
His fighs were vain, more vain his pow'r.
Unhappy Damon! thus to love,
What never was defign'd above.

When you perfuade the conftant dove
To leave her mate, inconftant prove,
And through the defert woodlands rove,
Then I'll deceive the fwain I love!
But ne'er till then will I agree
To quit my love, who loves like me.
305

How cruelly fated is woman to woe,
Too weak to contend ftill befet by the foe;[fuccefs
Tho' each with we conceiv'd fhould be crown'd with
What would flow from thefe wishes but care & diftrefs
For love intervenes, and fancy's gay scenes,
Alas, are clouded all o'er,

The fun quits the skies, hope fickens and dies,
Heigh ho! the heart fays no more.

Tho' beauty and riches together confpire
To flatter our pride, and fulfil each defire;
Nor beauty nor riches give peace to the breast
Which paffion has tortur'd, and grief has opprefs'd.
For love, &c.

306

YE happy nymphs, whose harmless hearts,

No fatal forrows prove,
Who never knew men's faithless arts,
Or felt the pangs of love.

If dear contentment is a prize,
Believe not what they fay;

Their fpecious tales are all difguife,
Invented to betray.

Alas! how certain is our grief! From cates how can we fly, When our fond fex is alt belief, And man is all a lye.

307

WHERE fhall a love.fick virgin find,

The fweet, compos'd, contented mind,
When paffions raging like the wind,
Distract her tender foul.

A parent's arbitrary voice,
Milled by riches glitt❜ring toys,
Denies the freedom of her choice,
And ev'ry with controul.

O smiling liberty, appear!
Thou only canft relieve my care,
Difpel each doubt, each gloomy fear,
And every pain remove;
Come, like a foft refreshing breeze,
In gentle whispers give me ease,
From every grief my foul release,
And waft me to my love.

308

No fwain ever prov'd half so faithful and fre
As Will of the Green has long prov'd unto me
A youth fo endearing, my heart must approve,
And Willy's the lad that demands all my love.
When he is but near, and my lambs all at play
Dull winter appears full as pleafant as May;
So kindly he treats me, fo manly his love,
Young Willy's the lad that my heart muft appro
Should be prove but true, and will take me for
E're fummer is gone, he fhall make me his wi
For worth like to his ev'ry heart muft approve
And Willy's the lad that demands all my love.
399

I DO as I will with my swain,

He never once thinks I am wrong,
He likes none fo well on the plain,
I please him so much with my fong.
A fong is the fhepherd's delight,
He hears me with joy all the day;

He's forry when comes the dull night,
That haftens the end of my lay.
With fpleen and with care once oppreft,
He afk'd me to footh him the while;
My voice fet his mind all to reft,

And the fhepherd would inftantly fmile :
Since when, or in mead, or in grove,

By his flocks, or the clear river's fide, I fing my best fongs to my love,

And to charm him is grown all my pride.
No beauty had I to endear,

No treasures of nature and art;
But my voice that had gain'd on his ear,
Soon found out the way to his heart:
To try if that voice wou'd not please,
He took me to join the gay throng;
I won the rich prize all with ease,

And my fame's gone abroad with my song.
But let me not jealoufy raise,

I wish to enchant but my fwain ;
Enough then for me is his praise,

I fing but for him the lov'd ftrain.
When youth, wealth, and beauty may fail,
And your thepherds elude all your skill;
Your sweetness of fong may prevail,
And gain all your fwains to your will.
310

How happy was I my blith Jocky to fee,

When down at the brook he firft bent on his knee,
To gi' me a drink wi' fweet looks on his een,
And hail'd me of a' he had met for his queen ;'
Such beauties he said were my een and my hair,"
As none on the green cou'd wi' me e'er compare ;
His hand and his flock, his true love befide,
Shou'd a' be mine ain, gin I'd be his bride.

Daft lad, I replied, wi' thy flocks never part,
To the lafs that wou'd meanly difpofe of her heart,
For thine I but fought in return for mine ain,
O gi' me but that and thy flocks I disdain:
He fighing replied, I had it long fin,

And he had his with in poffeffing of mine;

312

By him we love offended,
How foon our anger flies,
One day apart 'tis ended,

Behold him and it dies.

Laft night your roving brother,
Enrag'd I bad depart,
And fure his rude prefumption,
Deferv'd to lofe my heart,
Yet were he now before me,
In spite of injur'd pride,

I fear my eyes wou'd pardon,
Before my tongue could chide.
By him we love, &c.
With truth the bold deceiver,
To me thus oft has faid,
In vain would Clara flight me,
In vain the would upbraid;
No fcorn thofe lips discover,
Where dimples laugh the while,
No frowns appear refentful,

Where heaven has stamp'd a smile.
By him we love, &c.

Down of doves, thy coat of mail Softeft founds thy triumph hail; Myrtle wreaths, thy brows entwine, And that pleafing task be mine. Come my gallant, &c.

Hufh'd the trumpet's brazen throat, Hark? the flute's melodious note: Mars fhall fleep, and difcora cease, All is harmony and peace.

Come my gallant, &c.

314

SAYS Colin to me, Ive a thought in my head,
I know a young damfel I'm dying to wed..
So please you quoth I-and whene'er it is done,
You'll quarrel and you'll parc again as fure as a gun,
And fo when you're married, poor am'rous wight,
You'll bill it and coo it from morning till night;
But truft me good Colin, you'll find it bad fun,
Inftead of which you'll fight & fcratch as fure as a gun
But fhould the prove fond of her own deareft love,
And you be as fupple, and as foft as her glove;
Yet be the a faint, and as chafte as a nun,
You're faîten'd to her apron ftrings as fure as a gun!
Suppofe it was you then, faid he with a leer,
You would not ferve me fo, I m certain my dear,
In troth I replied, I will answer for none,-
But do as other women do, as fure as a gun.

There on wings of hafte I'll rove,
He'll be there to-morrow.
Come, my shepherd, quickly come,
Where can thou be staying?
Love who wants thee now at home,
Chides thy long delaying;
From to-day I'll never rove,
But be blith and bonny,
For I never more shall live,
Without my sweetheart Johnny.
316

I once was a maiden as fresh as a rofe,

And as fickle as April weather,

I laid down without care, and I wak'd with repo
With a heart as light as a feather.
With a heart, &c.

I work'd with the girls and I play'd with the mer
I always was romping or spinning,
And what if they piler'd a kifs now and then,
I hope 'twas not very great finning.
I hope, &c.

I wedded a husband as young as my self,

And for every frolic as willing,
Together we laugh'd when we had any pelf,
And we laugh'd when we had not a fhilling.
And we, &c.

He's gone to the wars, heav`n fend him a prize,
For his pains he is welcome to spend it,
My example I know is more merry than wife,
Lord help me I never fhall mend it.
Lord help me, &c.

But I no longer, though a maid forfaken,
Thus will mourn like yonder dove,
For tre the lark to morrow shall awaken,
I will feek my abfent love,
The hoftile country over,
I'll fly to feek my lover,
Scorning ev'ry threat'ning fear,
Nor diftant fhore,

Nor cannons roar,

Shall longer keep me from my dear.

318

THE fife and drum found merrily,
A foldier, a foldier's the lad for me,
With
my true love I foon will be,
For who fo kind, fo true as he,
With him in every toil I'll share,
To please him fhall be all my care,
Each peril I'll dare,

All bardhips I'll bear;

For a foldier, a foldier's the lad for me.

Then if kind heaven preserve my love,
What rapturous joy fhall his Nancy prove,
Swift thro' the camp fhall my footsteps bound,
To meet my William with conqueft crown'd,
Clofe to my faithful bofom preft,

Soon fhall he hufh his cares to reft,
Clafp'd in thefe arms,

Forget war's alarms,

For a foldier, a soldier's the lad for me. 319

To eafe my heart I own'd my flame,

And much I fear I was to blame;

For tho' love's force we're doom'd to feel,
The heart its weakness fhould conceal.
The blufh that fpeaks the foften'd mind,
The figh that notes the wish behind;
The tear which down the cheek will steal,
With cautious art we should conceal.
And yet if hopour guides the youth,
And welcome love is led by truth,
With joy at Hymen's porch we kneel,
or firive our weakness to conceal.

320

LORD, what care I for mam or dad?
Why let 'em fcold and bellow,
For while I live, I'll love my lad,

He's such a charming fellow.
The laft fair day on Gander green,
The youth, he danc'd fo well-0,
So fpruce a lad was never feen,
As my fweet charming fellow.
The fair was over, night was come,
The lad was fomewhat mellow;
Says he my dear, I ll fee you home-
I thank'd the charming fellow.

We trudg'd along, the moon fhone bright,
Says he, if you'll not tell o,

I'll kifs you here by this good light-
Lord what a charming fellow.

You rogue, fays I, you've ftopp'd my breath,
Ye bells ring out my knell o,

Again I'd die fo sweet a death,

With fuch a charming fellow.

323

WHEN May day buds on trees were feen,

And flow'rets deck'd the ground,
When my laft birth-day told nineteen,
And time came fmiling round:
My mother oft, with anxious care,
With how, and where, and when,
Won'd tell of many a wily fnare

That he had 'fcap'd from men.
Then bade me fhun young Jockey's art,
From his embraces fly,

Left he should feal my fimple heart,
But no, indeed, not 1.

His hair was flaxen, and he fung,
Like any nightingale;

His cheeks were rofy, and his tongue
Told many a flatt'ring tale:
He met me here, he met me there,
With kifs, and fong, and smile;
At mill and meadow, wake and fair,
And at the milking stile.

By chance, as 'twere, at night or noon,
To find him I would fly;
Yet if he afk'd the smalleft boon,
'Twas no, indeed, not I.

Poor Jocky, vex'd to be so teaz'd,
Refolv'd my love to prove;
No more the struggling kifs he feiz'd,
Nor fought me in the grove;
He toy'd with Jenny on the green,
He gave her kifes three;
By Bridget of the brook 'twas feen,
'Twas Bridget told it me !.
She bade me up young Jocky's art,
From his embraces fly,

Left he should fteal my tender heart,
But no, indeed, not I.

At length he afk'd of me to wed,
With many a tender vow;
I fmil'd, I fimper'd, hung my head,
And look'd, I fcarce know how:
I wish'd, I fear'd, I fcarce knew what;
He blush'd, and begg'd, and figh'd,
He prefs'd, and faid, You'll furely not
Refufe to be my bride?

Lord help me! how could I refrain ? "Twere finful too to lye ;

So when he asked that again, "Twas no, indeed, not I.

-324

FOR twice twelve months had Harry fued,
With downcaft looks and fighing;
Yet never caught me in the mood
For foftnefs or complying;
'Till told by Phillis of the grove
(And the I hop'd was joking)
Her fifter Sufan heard his love,
Now was not that provoking?
Till told by, &c.

Next ev'ning, ere the fun was down,
To Sufan's cot I hied me,

A little after came the clown,

He fimper'd when he spied me:
Convinc's what Phillis faid was true,
With paffion almost choaking,
I bit my lips, he fmil'd on Sue;
Now was not that provoking