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TEACH me, ye nine, to fing of tea,
Of grateful green, of black bobea;

Hark! the kettle foftly finging,
How again it bubbles o'er;

Quickly John, Black Susan, bring in, Water in the tea pot pour.

The bread and butter thinly flice,
Oh! fpread it delicately nice;
Let the toast be crifp, and crumpling,
The rolls as doughy as a dumpling:
Then, eating, Gipping, fouffing up the fleam,
We chat, and 'midst a motley chaos feem
Of cups and faucers, butter, bread, and cream.
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MISS Danäe, when fair and young,
(As Horace has divinely fung)
Could not be kept from Jove's embrace
By doors of steel, and walls of brass.
Tell us myfterious husband, tell us,
Why fo myfterious, why fo jealous?
Can harsh reftraint, the bolt, the bar,
Make thee fecure, thy wife lefs fair?
Send her abroad, and let her fee
That all this world of
pageantry,
Which the, forbidden, longs to know,
Is powder, pocket-glafs, and beau.
Be to her virtues ever kind,
Be to her faults a little blind,
Let all her ways be unconfin'd,
And clap your Padlock-on her mind.
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ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The ftreamers waving in the wind,
When black-ey'd Sufan came on board,

Oh where shall I my true love find ?

Tell me, ye jovial failors, tell me true,
If my sweet William fails among your crew?

William, who high upon the yard,

Rock'd with the bil ows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard,

He figh'd, and caft his eyes below; The cords fly fwiftly thro' his glowing hands, And quick as light'ning on the deck he stands. So the fweet lark, high pois'd in air,

Shuts clofe his pinions to his breaft, If chance his mate's fhrill voice he hear, And drops at once into her neft; The nobleft captain in the British fleet, Might envy William's lips thofe kiffes fweet :

O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear!

My vows hall ever true remain; Let me wipe off that falling tear;

We only part to meet again.

Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart shall be The faithful compass that ftill points to thee. Believe not what the landmen say,

Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind; They'll tell thee failors when away,

In ev'ry port a mistress find:

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo, For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go,

Away to the fons of Anacreon we'll fly ; "And there with good fellows we'll learn to entwine The myr le of Venus with Bacchus's vine. The yellow hair'd god & his nine fufty maids, "From Helicon's banks will incontinent filee, Idalia will boast but of tenantlets fhades,

And the biforked hill a mer defart will be. "My thunder, no fear on't, "Shill foon do its errand, [rant; "And dam'me, I'll fwinge the ringleaders I war. "I'll trim the young dogs for thus daring to twine The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." Apollò rofe up, and said, “Pr’ythèe ne'er quarrel,

Good king of the gods, with your vot'ries below "Your thunder is ufeiefs:" Then showing his laurel Cry'd," Sic evitabile fulmen, you know ;

Then over each head, "My laurels I'll spread, [dread; "So my sons from your crackers no mifchief thall Whi e frug in their club room they jovially twine "The myrile of Venus with Bacchus's vine."

Next Momus got op. with his tilible phiz,

And wore with Apollo he'd chearfully join, "The full tide of harmony ftill fhall be his, "But the fong and the catch and the laugh all "Then Jove, be not jealous,

"Of thefe honeft fellows."

Cry'd Jove, "We relent, fince the truth you nowel "And wear by old Styx that they long hall entwist "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine."

Ye fons of Anacreon, then join hand in hand,
Preferve unanimity, friendthip, and lovey;
'Tis yours to fupport what's fo happily plann'dy
You've the fanction of gods and the fiat of Foo
While thus we agree,

Our toaft let it be.

May our club flourish happy, united, and free: And long may the tons of Anacreon entwine The my.cle of Venus with Bacchus's viñe.

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IN the golden barge we ride;
Down the filver Thames we glide,
Eternally picking,

Cold ham and cold chicken:
Ladies (mling and joking:

Common-councilmen gutling and smoaking,
Ladies joking, councilmen fmoaking,
Smoaking, joking; joking, smoaking.
Puff! puff! puff!-

With flute, double flute,
And ferpent to boot:

Hum! hum! hum! toot! toot! toot!
With flats and with fharps,
French horns and Welch harps:
And fometimes by fnatches,
Glees, canons, and catches,
They fing and bawl away; :
Bebbiamo tutti tre,
Bebbiamo, &c.

And the city barge reigns

Up the river to Staines:

While Cheapfide Antonies are row'd in flate, And Aldgate Cleopatras eat White-Bait. Eat White-Bait, &c. &c. c.

BESTOW your attention on this little song,
If its not very good, it is not very long;
I farter myself no perfon here grudges

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To give an opinion you're monftrvus good judges.
The fage politician ftill low'rs on the times,
On ruin and beggary ringing the chimes:
The free hearted fellows old quidnunc defpife,
Who revel like princes-they're monstrously wile.
The ladies, good creatures, mean all for the beft,
Why, if the French come they will find us well dreft;
Encamp'd fo like foldiers, hair powder'd & fruzzied,
To decide which was which, they'd be monstrously puz
Let no four grey beard deride their intention, [zled.
Any lady among them could vanquish a Frenchman;
Should the monfieurs invade, what with women and
They'd be monstrously glad to get fafe back again,[men
Some difciplinarians who fervice have known;
Think Britons have fpirit enough of their own;
They fee with concern, our fair ladies roam,
And think they'd be monftrously better at home;
Each night hither flock, let pleasure invite,
Here Venns, Apollo, and Bacchus delight;
If I but enjoy the gay fmiles of this throng.

I fhall think this of mine is a monstrous good fong,
GAY flattering hope the fancy warms,
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That none can fly from beauty's charms,'
And ftill allures us with a fcene
Of pleasure lovely and ferene.

When oft the dawn is rofy red,
Succeeding clouds the skies o'erfpread,

So love, that seems at once to fait,

Its joys oft changes to despair.

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[bours, COME hafte to the wedding, ye friends &ye neigh

The lovers their blifs can no longer delay

Forget all your forrows, your care, and your labours, And let ev'ry heart beat with rapture to-day : Ye vot'ries all, attend to my call,

Come revel in pleasures that never can cloy. Come, fee rural felicity,

-Which love and innocence ever ehjdy,

Let envy, let pride, let hate and ambition,
Still croud to, and beat at the breast of the great;
To fuch wretched paffions we give no admiffion,
But leave them alone to the wife ones of state;
We boaft of no wealth, but contentment and health,
In mirth and in friendship our moments employ.
Come, fee rutal felicity, &c.

With reafon we taste of each heart firring pleasure
With reafon we drink of the full-flowing bowl;
Are jocund and gay, but all within mea ure,

For fatal extefs will enslave the free foul.
Then come at our bidding to this happy wedding,
No care fhall intrude, here, our bliss to annoy,
Come, fee rural felicity, &c.

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COME hither my country fquire,
Take friendly i ftructions from met
The lords hall admire

Thy tafte in attire,

The ladies fhall languish for thee. Such flaunting, gallanting, and jaunting, And frolicking thou shalt fee,

Thou ne'er, like a clown,
Shall quit London's sweet town,
To live in thine own country.

A fkimming dish hat provide,
With little more brim than lace!
Nine hairs on a fide,
To a pigtail ty'd,

Will fet off thy jolly brozd face,
Such flaunting, &c.

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WHO has e'er been at Paris muft needs know the The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave, [Greve, Where honour and juftice most oddly contribute To eafe heroes pains by a halter and gibbet,

Derry down, down, hey derry down. [put on, There, death breaks the hackles which force had And the hangman compleats what the judge but begun There the fquise of the pad, & the knight of the poft Find their pains no more baulk'd, and their hopes Derry down, &c.. [no more, croft. Great claims are there made, many fecrets are known And the king, & the law, & the thief has his own: But my hearers cry out, what a duece doft thou ail? Cut off these reflections, and give us thy tale. Derry down, &c.

'Twas there, then, in civil respect to harsh laws, And for want of falfe witnefs to back a bad cause,

A Norman of late was oblig'd to appear, And who to affift, but a grave cordelier. Derry down, &c.“.

The fquire, whofe good grace was to open the scene,
Seem'd not in great baste that the fhew should begin
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave, but was loth to depart.
Derry down,
What frightens you thus, my good fon, fays the priest
You murder'd are forry, and have been confeft?
O, father! my forrow will featce fave my bacon,
For 'twas not that I murder'd, but that I was taken.
Derry down, &c..

Poh! pr'ythe, ne'er trouble thy head with fuch fan
Rely on the aid you fhall have from St. Francis:[cies
If the money you promis'd be brought to the cheft,
You have only to die, let the church do the reft,
Derry down, &c.yi. Menna let hat.
And what will folks fay, if they feeÿ
you afraid?
It reflects upon me, as I knew not my trade:
Courage, friend; to day is your period of forrow,
And things will go better, believe me, to morrow,
Derry down, &c.

To-morrow! our hero reply'd, in a fright; [night.
He that's hang'd before noon, ought to think of to
Tell your beads, quoth the priest, & be fairly tuck'é
For you furely to-night fhall in paradife fup. [up,
Derry down,&T

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Alas! quoth the fquire, howe'er sumptuous the treat Parbleu! I fhall have little ftomach to eat :

should therefore efteem it a favour and grace, Would you be fo kind as to go in my place. Derry down, &c.

That I wou'd, quoth the father, & thank you to boot
But our actions, you know, with our duty must fuit
The feaft I propofe to you I cannot taste,
For this night by our order is mark'd for a fast.
Derry down', &c.

Then turning about, to the hangman he said,
Dipfatch me, I pr'ythee, this troublefome blade;

For thy cord, and my cord both equally tie,
And we live by the gold for which other men die.
Derry down, &c.

COLIN,

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one day, in angry mood,
Becaufe Myrtilla, whom he lov'd,
Laugh'd at his fame, and mock'd his fighs,
Thus fervently to Jova applies:

Oh, Jove! thou fov'reign god above,
Who know'ft the pains of flighted love;
Hear a poor mortal's pray'r, and take
All the whole fex for pity's fake;
And then we men might live at case,
Secure of happiness and peace.

Yove kindly heard, he pray'd not twice ;)
And took the woman in a trice.
When Colin faw the coaft was clear,
For not a fingle girl was near,)
Reflecting with himself, 'twas kind,
Says he, to gratify, my mind;
But now my paffion's o'er, O! Jove,
Give me Myrtilla back, my love;
Let me with her on earth be bleft,
And keep in heaven all the rest.
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COME fiften, ye f.ir,

And the reafon declare,

('Tis a point much your answer behoving) Why the words of a frold;

As we often are told

Are fo very pathetic and moving?

Why the reafen's foon fhewn;
Was there ever man known,

In his fenfes, would tarty to hear her ?
Then there needs little proving
Her words must be moving,

Since none who can move will flay near her.

And we'll-be merry, brisk, and gay,
For Damon weds his Philida.

The fwains fhall pipe in pleafing trains,
The nymphs fhall dance blithe o'er the plains,
In honour of this happy day,
That Damon weds his Pbilida
No melancholy fhall be feen,
All fhall be happy on the green;
For we'll caft all our care away,
When Damon weds his Philida.
The rose and lily we'll entwine,
And ev'ry pleafing flower we'll join
And make a chaplet fair and gay,
To deck the lovely Philida.

Beneath their feet we flowers will frew,
And garlands hang on ev'ry hough;
And all to grace the wedding-day
Of Damon and his Philida,

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FAIKEST ifle, all ifles excellings
Seat of pleasure and of love,
Venus here will chufe her dwelling,
And forfake her Cyprian grove
Cupid, from his favourite natión,
Care and envy will remove,
Jealoufy that poifons paffion,

And defpair that dies for love.
Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining,
Sighs that blow the fire of love,"
Soft repulfes, kind difdaining,

Shall be all the pain you prove, Ev'ry fwain fhall pay his duty, Grateful ev'ry nymph thall prove, And, as thefe excel in beauty,

Thofe fhall be renown'd for lovet

FAIR Kitty's charms young Johnny took,
So eager he for billing,

When lo! the nymph the twain forfook,
To fhow her pow'r of killing
The Mhepherd brifkly chang'd his tune,
And cry'd, coquette, remember,