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TTX infancy our hopes and fear*
Release him then from this, offence,
Restore him with that innocence,
WITH my pipe in one hand, and my jag at
For life I know shortly must end;
With good liquor I'll make myself mellow.
Til ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the
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,
It chane'd, as in dog-days he sat at his ease,
His body when long in the ground it had lain,
Now sacred to friendship, to mirth, and mild ale,
THE tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove,
lie's fresh and fair, as flowers in May:
How sweet the time will pass away,
\VT joy I leave my father's cot,
Well pleas'd to share the humble lot
WHEN first I saw the village maiden,
So sweet, &c
Clarissa's eyes, all eyes attracting,
Her breath Arabian spices feign;
Adventure all, the prize to gain:
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
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;
Or the rook built her nest on yon pine.
Could I trace back the day of a far distant date,
And the farm I now hold on your honour's estate,
He dying hequeath'd to his son a good name,
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 .
So light tript Patty Clover.
With ev'ry simple childish art,
I try'd each day to move her,
I gave to Patty Clover.