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The fairest flowers to deck her breast

I chose, an infant lover,
I stole the goldfinch from the nest,

To sing to Patty Clover.

Tho' stout, I'll sure be constant still,

Nor ever be a rover;
If means increase, and coffers fill,

Tis all for Patty Clover.

"^I/A/ HEN weary Sol gang'd down the west,

» » And siller Cynthia rose, The flower cnatuell'd bank I prest,

Where Chrystal Eden flows:'
Young Jockey sat him by my side,

I kenn'd his meaning soon;
He ask'd a kiss, I scornful cry'd,

Ah! hoot awa ye loon.

Dear Peggy dinna flout a youth,

Nor gi' that bosom pain,
Which pants wi' honour, and wi' truth,

To take thee for its ain:
He said Mess John should us unite,

If I to kirk wad gang,
My bosom beat wi' new delight,

With him I went alang;
The bonny lad I found sincere,

Not waining like the moon,
So dear I loo him, I na mair

Will hoot awa the loon. , ,

T CEASE

CEASE to blame my melancholy,
Though with sighs and folded arms,
I muse with silence on her charms,

Censure not, I know 'tis folly;
Yet those mournful thoughts possessing,
Such delights I find in grief,
That could heav'n afford relief,.
My fond heart would scorn the blessing.

MID from the sun, and cooling breeze,
Ip a cavern's dismal gloom;
Mourning child and consort lost,
Frantic Maon courts his tomb,
Speed to his aid, much Injur'd fqir,
And snatch thy monarch from despair,

In early spring of life forlorn,
Summer suns his breasts ne'er cheer,

Jjfce sable night, his gloomy morn,
And wint'ry sadness chills his year.

Speed to nis aid, &c,

THO' Fanny was not beauty's boast,
Nor fam'd for grace and ease,
Yet well might many a western toast,
From Fanny learn to please:

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Good Good nature smil'd in either eye,With jocund heart one morn he rose,
Fal lal lal lal lal fal lal lal lal lal la,
Clad in his best and Sunday clothes,

Not affectation vam;
The artful leer, the mimic sigh,

She never dreamt would gain.

A tear for pity, tho' she had,

And felt the sufFring pang;
Yet mirth could make her heart as glad,

She'd join in dance and song:
A breast like bier's, soft passion mov'd,

Beyond the common strain;
The truth of this poor Fanny prov'd,

And sunk beneath the pain.

Alas! she lov'd a gallant youth,

Yet ev'ry effort try'd
To conquer it, but such a truth,

In conquering love she died:
No more shall Fanny's kind address

The weary traveller cheer;
In clay-cold earth she's now at rest,

I saw her on the bier.

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Fal lal lal lal lal lal fa lal lal lal lal la,
That he this damsel's heart might gain,
He talk'd of love, he talk'd of pain,
And sung an artless love sick strain.
Fal lal lai lal lal fal lal lal lal lal la.

And sung, &c.

This maiden's heart 'gnn to relent,
Fal lal lal lal lal' fal lal lal lal lal la,

She gave her hand wit'.i free consent,
Fal lal lal lal lal lal fal lal lal lal lal la.

More happy loves were seldom seen,

To trip along the verdant green,

As Damon and his Sylvan queen,

Fal lal lal lal lal fal lal lal lal la.

As Damon, &c.

IN verity, damsel, thou surely shalt find,
That my manners, though simple and plain,
That my words and my actions, my deeds and my

mind,
By my own good-will never are twain;
For I love thee,—
Would move thee
Of love to be partaker;
.Relent then,
Consent then,
And take thine upright Quaker.
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