Page 4 17 69 82 Sweet rofy fleep! Oh do not fly Sweet Pell of Plymouth was my dear 107 Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak 124 Sit down, neighbours all, and I'll tell a merry Story 134 167 Still the la k finds repofe Shepherds, I have lost my love Say, why should my brow near the fcowl of despair 183 Shall I, wafting in despair Softly fwees the minutes glide Sweet bud, to Laura's befom go Sea that pretty creature there 246 252 Sweet, Sweet Robinette, all the fhepherds declare. 265 Sweet ditties would my Patty fing Say fair one, why is gentle love 270 271 275 The mist from the mountains proclaim'd it was morn Then here's to thee, Tom, and now here's to thee, Will 64° 'Twas I learnt a pretty fong in France 'Twas at the gates of Calais, Hogarth tells To Anacreon in heav'n, where he fat in full glee The British Lion is my fign The merry dance I dearly love Page 78 85 86 90 The fummer it was fmiling, all nature round was gay 95 The topfails fhiver in the wind 110 The ruddy morn blink'd o'er the brae The wand'ring failor ploughs the main 126 The dufky night rides down the fky 127 Thursday in the monn, the nineteenth of May 130 Tho' Bacchus may boaf of his care killing-bowl 133 Tho' man has long boafted an an abfolute fway Troth, mifter John Bull, you're a pretty milch cow 142 149 151 The Leixlip is proud of its clofe fhady bowers The Smiling morn the blooming Spring The moon had climb d the highest bill 153 156 158 160 163 170 172 The bells they rang all in the morn 175 The virgin lily of the night 177 The world, my dear Mira, is full of deceit There is a pretty chambermaid lives in the fouth To the winds, to the waves, to the woods I complain 218 The ftag through the foreft, when rous'd by the horn The moment Aurora peep'd into my room The lays of Patie's mill The spring with Smiling face is feen There are grinders enough, fir, of ev'ry degree The wanton god who pierces hearts' Then farewell my trim-built wherry The twins of Latona, fo kind to my boon 'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat The British failor ploughs the feas Page 241 244 25.3 257 258 262 206 To banish life's troubles, the Grecian old jage The nymphs and fwains in circles gay Tho' lovers like marksmen, all aim at the heart The trump of fame your name has breath'd The rofe had been washd', just wash'd in a fhow'r The Foes of Old England, France, Holland and When beauty's fmiling queen alone 267 269 274 278 280 283 286 ibid. 289 291 293 291 297 21 When Britain firft, at heav'ns command When the chill Sirocco blows When lovely Anna firft I view'd When Strephon appears, how my heart pit a pat While the tedious hours beguiling When war's alarms entic'd my Willy from me 29 32 36 49 63 93 When the sheep are in fauld, and the ky at hame itid. What a charming thing's a battle 97 When trees did bud, and fields were green What virgin or shepherd, in valley or grove While the lads of the village fo merrily, ah When freedoms was banish'd from Greece and from Rome When first this humble rocf I knew What means that downcaft look, my dear While others barter eafe for ftate When Werter firft fair Charlotte faw When first I began, Sir, to ogie the ladies We'll feek the bow'r of Robin Hood When rous'd by the trumpet`s loud clangor to arms When Werter firft fair Charlotte beheld Would you know, my good friends, what the honey 203 205 211 219 moon is 226 Where fall Celia fly for fhelter -240 When the bioffoms of fpring fhed their fragrance around 255 What fhepherd or nymph of the grove 256 With women and wine I defy ev'ry care 260 When o'er the world the headless lamb 261 When order firft from Chaos ¡prung 263 277 When fpring has chac'd the winter's fnow Why Should I vain fears difcover When gen'rous wine expands the foul When firft I kenn'd young Sandy's face Y Ye fportfmen draw near, and ye sportswomen 100 You know I'm your priest, and your confcience is mine Young Hal call'd foftly, rife my dear Young Lubin was a shepherd boy Te fair married dames, who fo often deplore You know that our antient philofophers hold Yefcamps, ye pads, ye divers, and all upon the lay ige 182 235 249 Young Damon was whistling, brifk and gay 273 Young Willy woo'd me long in vain 275 Young Jockey firft taught my gay fancy to rove ibid You ask me what's love? why, that virtue-fed vapour 284 Ye filver brooks wander 298 |