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TTX infancy our hopes and fear*
,U- Were to each other known,
And friendship in our riper years
Unite our hearts in one.

Unite, Sec

Release him then from this, offence,
Thy love thy duty prove,

Restore him with that innocence,
That first inspir'd his love.

That, etc.

WITH my pipe in one hand, and my jag at
the other,
I drink to my neighbours and friend,
All my care in a whiff of tobacco I smother,

For life I know shortly must end;
For whilstCeres most Itindly refills my brown jv^

With good liquor I'll make myself mellow.
In an old wicker chair I'll seat myself snug,
Like a jolly and true hearted fellow.

Til ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the
nation,
I've enough of my own for to mind.
For the caresof thislifearebutgrief and vexation,
To death we must all be consign'd;

Then Then 111 laugh, drink, and smoke, and leave nothing to pay, But drop like a pear that is mellow, And drop like a pear that is mellow, And when cold in my corhn, I'll leave them to say, He's gone, what a hearty good fellow!

VEAR Tom, this brown jug, which now foams

'with mild ale,

Of which I now drink to sweet Nan of the vale,
Was once Toby Pbilpot, a thirsty old soul,
As e'er crack'd a bottle, or fathom'd a bowl;
For in boozing about, 'twas his praise to excel,
And amongst jolly topers he bore off the bell.

It chane'd, as in dog-days he sat at his ease,
In a flower-woven arbour, as gay as you please,
With his pipe and his pot, putting sorrow away,
And witli honest old stingo sat soaking his clay,
When his breath-door of life on a sudden was shut,
And he died full as big as a Dorchester butt.

His body when long in the ground it had lain,
And time into clay had dissolv'd it again,
A potter fouud out in its covert so snug—
And with part of fat Toby he form'd this brown

Now sacred to friendship, to mirth, and mild ale,
I'll drink to my lovely sweet Nan of the vale.

THB

THE tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove,
And sweetly smells the simmer green;
Now thro' the grove, I long to rove,
With bonny Jein of Aberdeen.

lie's fresh and fair, as flowers in May:
As blithe a lad as o'er the green;

How sweet the time will pass away,
Wi' bonny Jem of Aberdeen.

\VT joy I leave my father's cot,
Wr" ilka sport, or glen, or green;

Well pleas'd to share the humble lot
Of buuny Jem of Aberdeen.

WHEN first I saw the village maiden,
Like Cymon, motionless I stood;
'Twas Iphigenia's self appearing,
So lovely, virtuous, and good.
Her cheeks outblush'd the rip'ning rose,
Htr smiles can banish mortals' woes,'
So sweet, so sweet, the village maiden.

So sweet, &c

Clarissa's eyes, all eyes attracting,

Her breath Arabian spices feign;
For her like ore, wou'd avarice wander,

Adventure all, the prize to gain:
I told my love with many fears,
Which she return'd with speaking tears,
Then sijjh'd, then sigh'd, the village maidea.
So sweet, &c

She She sigh'd. because she had no riches,

To make her lady-like, and gay, Tho' virtue was her only portion,

I dar'd to name the wedding day; The care of wealth, let knaves endure, 1 shall be rich, and envied sure,

To gain, to gain, the village maiden.

So sweet, &c.

OSAY, simple maid, have you form'd any notion Of all the rude dangers in crossing the ocean r When winds whistle shrilly, ah! won't they remind you, To sigh, with regret, for the grot left behind you?

Ah! no, I will follow, and sail the world over, Nor think of my grot, when I look at my lover! The winds which blow round us, your arms for

my pillow, Will lull us to sleep, while we're rock'd by each

billow. i

O say, then, my true-love, we never will sunder, Nor shrink from die tempest, nor dread the big

thunder; While constant, we'll laugh at all changes of

weather, And journey all over the world, both together.

EKE TIT'RE around the b<uge oat, which o'ershadow* -lLd my mijl,... .

The fond ivy had.dar'd to entwine;
Ere the church was arujn, that stands on the hill,

Or the rook built her nest on yon pine.
Or the rook, &c.

Could I trace back the day of a far distant date,
When my forefathers toil'd in this field,

And the farm I now hold on your honour's estate,
Is the same which my grandfather till'd.
Is the same, &c.

He dying hequeath'd to his son a good name,
Which unsullied, descended to me;

For my child I'll preserve it, unblemish'd with 'shame,

And it still from a spot shall be free.

And it still, &c

WHEN little on the village green .
We play'd, I learnt to love her,
She seem'd to me some fairy queen,

So light tript Patty Clover.
Patty Clover, Patty Clover, &c.
So light, so light tript Patty Clover.

With ev'ry simple childish art,

I try'd each day to move her,
The cherry pluck'd, the bleeding heart

I gave to Patty Clover.

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