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THE WEDDING DAY

NE night, as poor Colin lay mufing on bed, With a heart full of love, and a vaporous head, a To wing the dull hours, and his forrows allay, How fweetly he fung of his wedding day. O what would I give for a wedding day! O what would I give for a wedding day! Wealth and ambition I'd lofe you away, With all you can boaft for a wedding day.

Should the Heavens bid me ask, and with freedom implore,

One blifs for the anguifh I fuffer'd before,
For Jeffy, dear Jeffy, alone would I pray,
And grafp my whole wish on my wedding day.
Bleft be the approach of my wedding day!
I'll hail my dear nymph on my wedding day;
Earth fmiles more charming, and heaven more gay,
And happiness dawns on my wedding day.

But Luna, who equally for'reign prefides,
O'er hearts of the ladies, and flow of the tides,
Unhappily changes-has changed her mind!
O Fate! cou'd a wife prove e'er constant or kind?
Why was I born to a wedding day.

Curft, ever curft be my wedding day.
Colin, poor Colin, has changed his lay,
And dates all his plagues from his wedding day.

your

Batchelors, be warn'd by the shepherd's distress,
Be taught by your freedom to measure
blifs;
Nor fall to the witchcraft of beauty a prey,
And blast all your hopes on a wedding day.
Horns is the gift of a wedding day!
Want and a fcold crowns a wedding day!
Happy's the gallant has a wife while he may,
And prefers a ftiff rope to a wedding day.

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THE BONNY LA D.

'LL fing of my lover all night and all day,
He's ever good-natur'd, and frolic, and gay;
His voice is as fweet as the nightingale's lay,
And well on his bagpipe my fhepherd can play.
And a bonny young lad is my Jocky,
And a bonny young lad is my Jocky.

He fays that he loves me, I'm witty and fair,
And praifes my eyes, my lips, and my hair;
Rofe, violet, nor lily, with me can't compare:
If this be to flatter, 'tis pretty, I fwear.
And a bonny, &c.

He kneels at my feet, and with many a figh,
He cry'd, O my dear, will you never comply;
If you mean to deftroy me, why do it, I'll die,
I trembled all over, and answer'd, Not I.
And a bonny, &c.

Around the tall May pole he dances fo neat,
And fonnets of love the dear boy can repeat:
He's conftant, he's valiant, he's wife, and discreet,
His looks are fo kind, and his kiffes fo fweet.

And a bonny, &c.

At eve', when the fun finks repos'd in the weft,
And May's tuneful chorifts all skim to their neft,
When I meet on the green the man I love beft,
My heart is juft ready to burft in my breast.
And a bonny, &c.

But fee how the meadows are moiften'd with dew,
Then come, my
dear fhepherd, I wait but for you;
Let us live for each other, both conftant and true,
And taste the fweet raptures no monarch e'er knew.
And a bonny young lad is my Jocky,
And a bonny young lad is my Jocky.

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CCI.

THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL

I'

"'LL fing of my Jenny all day and all night,
She's always good natur'd, and full of delight;
Her looks are fo pleasant, her eyes are so bright,
That I always am happy when he's in my fight.
And a beautiful girl is my Jenny, &c.

To me Jenny's love is oft-times expreft,
Of all her young gallants the loves me the beft;
Her lips I have kiss'd, and her bofom I've prest,
She's tweeter than rofes in June, I proteft.
And a beautiful girl, &c.

Of all the gay laffes that dance on the green,
'Tis Jenny excels with an air and a mien ;
She fings like a fyren, she looks like a queen,
She's the fweeteft young beauty my eyes e'er have feen,
And a beautiful girl, &c.

Come hither, fweet Jenny, no longer delay,
Join hands with your Jocky, to church let's away;
Don't truft till to morrow, be happy to day,
And gladly the fummons of Cupid obey,

Then love fhall blefs Jenny and Jocky,
Then love fhall blefs Jenny and Jocky.

GALLA-WATER.

BRAW, braw lads of Galla-water,

braw lads of Galla-water,

I'll kilt my coats aboon my knee,

And follow my love thro' the water. Sae fair her hair, fae brent her brow, Sae bonny blue her een', my deary,

Sae white her teeth, fae fweet her mou',

I aften kifs her till I'm weary.

Down amang

the broom, the broom,

Down amang the broom, my deary; The laffie loft her filken fnood,

That gar'd her greet till she was weary.

Sung in the Mafe of Alfred

WHEN Britain firft, at Heaven's command,

from out the azure main,

This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels fung the ftrain;

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves ;
For Britons never will be flaves.

The nations, not fo bleft as thee,
Muft in their turn to tyrants fall;

Whilft thou fhalt flourish, fhalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

Rule Britannia, &c.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,

More dreadful from each foreign ftroke,

As the loud blaft that tears the skies,

Serves but to root thy native oak.

Rule Britannia, &c.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er fhall tame,

Will but aroufe, but aroufe thy gen'rous flame,
All their attempts to bend thee down;
And work their woe and thy renown.
Rule Britannia, &c.

To thee belongs the rural reign,

Thy cities fhall with commerce fhine,
All thine fhall be, fhall be the fubject main,
And every shore it circles thine.

Rule Britannia, &c.

The muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coaft repair:

Bleft ifle! with beauties, with matchless beauties crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the Fair.
Rule Britannia, &c.

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S Hebe was tending her sheep t'other day,
Where the warblers whistle and fing,
A rural young fwain came tripping that way,
As brifk and as blithe as a king.

The youth was a ftranger to trouble and care,
Contentment e'er guided his will;

Yet ever regarded the fmiles of the fair,
Tho' always bred up in a mill.

Love ftole in his breaft at the fight of the maid,
For he could not her charms but adore,
"And if thou art cruel, dear Hebe," he said,
"I furely fhall love you the more."

Such tenderness melted her into surprise
(For Hebe was never unkind),

And all of a fudden love glow'd in her eyes,

Which spoke the dictates of her mind.

They fat themselves down at the foot of a hill,
And chatted together fo free,

Till Ralph, the young fwain, made figns to the mill,
Whilft clafping the nymph on his knee;