T The breeze was fresh, the fhip in ftays The rofe that weeps with morning dew SONG To fly, like bird, from grove to grove To Columbia, who gladly reclin'd at her ease, 98 "Twas underneath a May blown bush There's Ichabod has come to town Unto thee, great God, belong Where Charles' tide encircling leaves While happy in my fair one's arms When Britain with defpotic fway,' What a charming thing's a battle? 177 When firft the fun o'er ocean glow'd, When thirst of gold enflaves the mind 55 66 82 With my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other 94 When on thy bofom I recline Willy, after courting long Well, here I am, and what of that When Delia on the plain appears When Fanny I faw, as fhe trip'd o'er the green While high the foaming furges rife Whilft happy in our native land With plumb, level, and fquare 95 104 125 126 74 75 76 78 148 155 175 165 When the fun from the Eaft falutes mortal eyes Y Yet a while, fweet fleep, deceive me Ye Chieftains of Columbia, your forces marshal out Ye gents give ear to me I pray Ye youths, wherefoever ye wander fo free, Ye fons of Columbia, unite in the caufe Ye fportfmen draw near, and ye fportfmomen too Ye gracious powers of choral fong Ye dull ftupid mortals, give 'er your conjectures 163 Z Zephyr, come, thou playful minion 77 |