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TN infancy our hopes and fears u Were to each other known, And friendship in our riper years Unite our hearts in one,
Release him then from this offence,
Thy love thy duty prove, Restore him with that innocence, That first inspir'd his love.
- That, &c.
Then I'll laugh, drink, and smoke, and leave
nothing to pay,
D EAR Tom, this brown jug, which now forms
with mild ale, Of which I now drink to sweet Nán of the vale, Was once Toby Philpot, a thirsty old soul, As e'er crack’a 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 chanc'd, as in dog-days he sat at his ease,
His body when long in the ground it bad lain,
jug. Now sacred to friendship, to mirth, and mild ale, I'll drink to my lovely sweet Nan of the vale.
THE tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove,
1 And sweetly smells the simmer green; Now thro' che grove, I long to rove,
With bonny Jein of Aberdeen,
Lle'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.
Wi' joy I leave my father's cot,
Wiilka sport, or glen, or green; Well plcas'd to share the humble lot
Of bonny Jein of Aberdeen
W I EN first I saw the village muiden,
V Like Cymon, motionless I stood; 'Twas Iphigenia's self appearing,
So lovely, virtuous, and good.
So sweet, &c.
Clarissa's eyes, all eyes attracting,
Her breath Arabian spices feign;
Adventure all, the prize to gain :
So sweet, &c.
She sigh'd, because she had no richies,
To make her lady-like, and gay,
I dar'd to name the wedding day;
So sweet, &c.
SAY, simple maid, have you form’d any
notion Of all the rude dangers in crossing the occan; When winds whistle shrilly, ah! won't they re
mind you, To sigh, with regret, for the grot left behind you?
Ab! 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 the tempest, nor dread the big
thunder; Wbile constant, we'll laugh at all changes of
weather, And journey all over the world, both together.
ERE TRE around the huge oak, which o'ershadows
my mill, : .. The fond ivy had dar'd to.entwine; Ere the church was a ruin, that stands on the bill, 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 tillid.
Is the same, &c. He dying bequeath'd to his son a good name,
Which unsullied, descended to me;
And it still, &c. .
VVHEN little on the village green .
V We play'd, I learnt to love her,
So light tript Patty Clover.
I try'd each day to move lier,
I gave to Patty Clover. :