IN N infancy our hopes and fears Were to each other known, And friendship in our riper years Unite our hearts in one, Unite, &c. Release him then from this offence, Restore him with that innocence, That first inspir'd his love. That, &c. WITH my pipe in one hand, and my jug ir the other, I drink to my neighbours and friend, For whilst Ceres most kindly refills my brown jug, I'll ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the nation, I've enough of my own for to mind, For the cares of this life are but grief and vexation, To death we must all be consign'd; Thea Then I'll 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 coffin, I'll leave them to say, He's gone, what a hearty good fellow ! DE EAR Tom, this brown jug, which now foams Of which I now drink to sweet Nan of the vale, It chanc'd, as in dog-days he sat at his ease, His body when long in the ground it had lain, jug. Now sacred to friendship, to mirth, and mild ale, I'll drink to my lovely sweet Nan of the vale. THE THE HE tuneful lavrocks cheer the grove, Now thro' the grove, I long to rove, Ile's fresh and fair, as flowers in May: Wi' joy I leave my father's cot, WHEN first I saw the village maiden, 'Twas Iphigenia's self appearing, Clarissa's eyes, all eyes attracting, I told my love with many fears, Which she return'd with speaking tears, She She sigh'd, because she had no riches, I dar'd to name the wedding day; To gain, to gain, the village maiden. 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 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 full us to sleep, while we're rock'd by each billow. O say, then, my true-love, we never will sunder, Nor shrink from the tempest, nor dread the big thunder; While constant, we'll laugh at all changes of weather, And journey all over the world, both together. ERE FRE 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 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, Is the same, &c. He dying bequeath'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 We play'd, I learnt to love her, She seem'd to me some fairy queen, 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 The |